2007-08-31

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

A Working Wife and her Sister
by RLM

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Lorraine.............................. Angela
Two Hot Sisters

Neal Kempler first laid eyes on his future wife when he was a graduate student working on his doctorate. He had been studying in the Student Union as was his practice. He had long since discovered that having a warm cup of coffee and a light snack readily available made studying much easier and actually increased his level of understanding and retention of the material. He remembered distinctly that he had just looked up from the papers he was reading to take a bite of the croissant in front of him when he saw Lorraine Denning.

The gorgeous blonde was also carrying a tray with coffee and a croissant. Fortuitously, the table next to his had been vacant, and she had taken a seat there. Neal later thought how so much of one's life depends upon the smallest factors. If that table had been occupied, he and Lorraine might never have dated. But the table had been empty, and she had taken a seat facing him, another fortuitous factor.

After setting out her food, she opened a book and began to study, exactly as Neal was doing. However, when Lorraine crossed her legs exposing a wide expanse of one of her thighs, Neal's study came to an abrupt halt. He chided himself for staring at her legs like some adolescent school boy, but try as he might, he simply could not tear his eyes away from the woman. Above her short skirt, she was wearing a tight sweater that molded her 36D breasts perfectly. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her neck and curled in beautiful waves about her shoulders. She wore only a little makeup, but her bright, blue eyes, full, sensuous lips, and flawless face made more makeup unnecessary. When he did manage to lift his eyes from her exposed thigh, they seemed to just automatically travel upward to her thrusting breasts or to her beautiful face.

Lorraine's exposed thigh and her beauty caused Neal to forget studying.

Sensing his stare, Lorraine looked up at him. To his great credit, he did not look away. Fortunately, at the moment she caught him staring at her, his gaze had been locked onto her face, not her breasts or exposed thigh. Looking directly into her eyes, Neal smiled, waited, and hoped. A moment later, she returned his smile.

That was all the encouragement Neal required. Rising, he moved the seven feet to her table, never taking his eyes from hers. When he was standing directly in front of her, he said simply, "Hi. I'm Neal Kempler, a history graduate student. I see you also like to study with a cup of coffee and a snack. You seem to be alone... so am I. May I join you?"

"Do you always approach strange women this way?" she teased.

"No. I rarely have enough courage to do so. In fact, to be honest, this is the first time I've ever done it. But I couldn't bring myself to just let you get up and walk out of my life without even trying to meet you."

"Well, your courage is rewarded. I'm Lorraine Denning, a senior marketing major. Why don't you bring all your stuff over here and join me?"

After Neal had spread his food and papers out on her table, he settled into the chair next to hers. "Why were you staring at me in the first place?" she asked, the teasing twinkle still dancing in her eyes.

Returning her stare and smile, Neal replied honestly, "You're gorgeous."

"Thank you, but there are a lot of beautiful women all around the dining room. Were you staring at them too?"

"No. I was reading research papers in European history. I hadn't noticed any of them."

"Then why did you pay any attention to me?"

"Like I said, you're beautiful and you sat down right next to my table."

"That's all?" she inquired with a questioning stare.

"No. That's not all," came his honest reply.

"What else then?"

"You sat facing me."

"And?"

"And, you crossed your legs exposing most of your thigh."

"And my thigh is gorgeous too?"

"I wouldn't say it was gorgeous. Your face is gorgeous... your thigh is sexy and sensuous. I lost all interest in European history when I saw it. And then when I looked up and saw the rest of you, I lost all interest in every thing else except finding a way to meet you."

Lorraine paused for moment, taking a sip of her coffee. "You're very honest and truthful. Also confident and handsome. I like those qualities in a man."

"Now it's my turn to say thank you. I hope you're not offended by my staring at your thigh."

"It would hardly be appropriate for me to be offended, Neal... considering that I deliberately sat facing you and made certain that a lot of my thigh was showing when I crossed my legs for your benefit."

Lorraine's admission got an immediately response from Neal's cock, which began to grow rapidly.

"Are you always this honest and open?" he asked.

"No. In fact, like you, this is my first time to be so honest and open. I guess your honesty and truthfulness is infectious. Did my thigh really excite you?"

"It did, but not as much as your honesty is exciting me right now."

"Just my telling you that I intentionally allowed you to see my thigh is turning you on?"

"Yes... a lot."

"Good. I like that too."

"Will you have dinner with me tonight?"

"Of course I will. You already knew that."

"I was hoping... yes."

After a moment of silence: "Are you hard?"

"Yes... very."

"Just from looking at my thigh?"

"That and the rest of your body and hearing you speak. I would have to be either gay or a eunuch not to get hard."

"MMmmmmmm..."

Lorraine and Neal continued to stare at each other without speaking. Finally, Neal whispered to her, "Are you wet?"

"Yes... very."

"Just from knowing that I'm hard?"

"That and the rest of your body and hearing you speak. I would have to be a lesbian not to get wet."

"Mmmmmmm... I can't tell you how much I like that."

"Try."

"You have me iron hard now."

"Oh god!"

"Do you fuck on the first date?"

"Never!"

"Never?"

"Never before."

"All right. I understand. But I am going to fuck you soon."

"I know."

"How wet are you?"

"My panties feel like they're drenched. My thighs are wet."

Neal gathered his papers and stood up waiting for Lorraine to do the same. As they left the cafeteria, each had their arm around the other's waist. Neal's pants were tented with his throbbing erection. Lorraine's thighs were now wet almost to her knees.

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Dinner that evening and during the next fifteen dates over the next two months were erotic and sensuous for both Lorraine and Neal in spite of the fact that, except for some passionate kissing coupled with some light caressing, there was little overt sex. Their sixteen dates were, however, filled with teasing and sexual repartee.

At dinner the first night, Neal whispered across the table, "I can't concentrate on what I'm eating... you're just too beautiful."

"Ooohh... I like that. Think about me, Neal. Don't think about the food or your stomach."

"I am thinking about you and what's under that sexy dress you have on."

"I'm under it."

"Is that all?"

"That's for me to know and for you to wonder about."

Later that evening on the dance floor the couple were dancing very close, their bodies essentially molded together.

"God... you feel wonderful against me. I love how firm your breasts are."

"You're crushing them."

"Do you mind? Want me to stop?"

"No and No."

After another couple of turns around the floor, Lorraine whispered in Neal's ear, "You feel so thick! Are you thick?"

"Yes... very thick, but only average in length."

"MMmmmmmm.... HARD and THICK matter... length doesn't count for much. Don't you know that?"

"No, I didn't. No woman has ever told me that."

"I just did. Remember it."

"I will."

Thirty minutes later, Neal still had Lorraine in his arms on the dance floor. "What counts?" she whispered.

"Hard and Thick count for women," he whispered back. When Lorraine nodded, he asked, "What do you think counts for men?"

"Big tits... sexy ass," Lorraine said softly as she nipped his ear lobe.

"Big tits are for little boys. Sexy ass is nice, but sensuous legs are more important. But what really counts is passion in bed. Don't you know that?"

"No man has ever told me that."

"I just did. Remember it when I take you to bed."

Neal felt Lorraine's body shuddering in his arms.

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Each date was like that until the sixteenth. On that date, Lorraine could not keep her hips and ass from grinding against Neal's thick, hard shaft that pressed against her mound as the moved about the dance floor.

"People are watching us," Neal whispered in her ear.

"Oh god... I know. I can't stop. Your cock feels so damn good against my pussy."

"I'm so hard, it hurts."

Lorraine's body was shaking. The grinding of her hips began to change to a steady thrusting like a woman being fucked. Her breathing was becoming labored causing her big breasts to heave and thrust into Neal's chest.

Neal's lowered his hands to her ass and pressed her mound hard against his shaft.

"Oohh. Oohh. Oohh. Oohh." Lorraine's trembling increased.

"You're cumming, aren't you?" Neal whispered as his hands caressed her thrusting ass.

"Yeessss... cummingg... god. Don't believe this."

"Cum harder! Press your hot, throbbing cunt against my cock. I love feeling you cum. Incredible!"

Moments later, she was panting in the aftermath of her climax. "Oohhhh... god. You told me that day in the Student Union that you were going to fuck me soon. How long are you going to make me wait?"

"I'm supposed to be saying that to you?"

"I know... I know. But you won't say it, and you've got me so hot for it that I'm disgracing myself in public now. Every woman here knows that I just came."

"Just the women? What about the men? Don't they know too?"

"Mmmmm... probably not. Most men don't know the signs that a woman is cumming... but the women here do, and all of them know you just made me cum from rubbing my cunt against your big, hard cock."

Neal continued to dance with Lorraine through another song and then kept her on the dance floor when still another one began. Her body was again beginning to tremble. Before the song was half over, Neal maneuvered into a dimly lit corner and pressed her body up against the wall. With the unyielding wall against her back, there she could not retreat from the relentless pressure of his rigid prick against her mound. Her hips were again grinding against his erection.

Keeping her pinned against the wall, Neal extracted a small case from his pocket. Whispering in her ear, he said the magic words: "We both graduate in two months. Will you marry me?" As he said the words, he flipped open the case to reveal the silver band with three, quarter-caret diamonds set in a neat row on top.

Almost unable to speak, Lorraine gasped, "On our first date, you told me that what really counts most for a man is a woman's passion in bed. So, don't you think you should fuck me first before you decide to propose to me?"

"My proposal isn't contingent upon your letting me fuck you first."

"I know... I know, Darling. But I want you to fuck me first. If I'm a lousy lay, you don't have to ask me to marry you. You may as well not argue. I'm not saying yes unless you fuck me first. Please. Take me somewhere."

"Where would you like for me to take you?"

"Anywhere... the parking lot... the women's rest room... the back seat of your car... your apartment... I just want your cock in my cunt... fucking me... If I'm a good fuck, then you can ask me to marry you, and I'll say yes."

"You hot sexy Bitch. Take your tits out... right now! Do it!"

"But we're in public," she protested.

"So? Take them out. If I need to fuck you before I can propose to you, I want to see if your nipples are hard. Do it!"

Lorraine grinned and as she pulled open the top of her dress and extracted both naked globes, she whispered in his ear, "You dirty Bastard... making me expose my tits like this."

Lorraine exposed both breasts for everyone in the club to see.

Her nipples were as hard a pencil erasers... stiff... rigid... swollen. Neal squeezed both between his fingers and then twisted them. She moaned as her tongue shot out and began to flick rapidly over her top lip. Neal continued to pull and squeeze her nipples until another man stopped to watch. He stared at Lorraine's heaving tits, licked his lips, and gave Neal a thumbs up sign.

"Ok. Your nipples are hard enough. You're making a scene. Put your tits back in your dress, you hot Slut." Neal kissed Lorraine right there on the dance floor and then led the trembling woman out of the club to his car. Her legs were trembling so hard, he had to support her.

When they were in the car headed toward Neal's apartment, he glanced over at Lorraine and saw that she was so excited that she was panting. "Take your tits out again. Leave them out this time." he ordered. This time, Lorraine didn't hesitate a second. Her hands frantically jerked her bodice open as both hands lifted her tits free of the dress. Her nipples were even harder now.

"Turn toward me. Put your foot up on the seat... the other one on the floorboard. Spread wide open so I can see your panties."

With her legs wide open, Lorraine's cunt was fully exposed.

"I can't do that... I'm sorry, but I'm not wearing panties."

"Why?"

"I wanted you to fuck me tonight." she said as assumed the position Neal had ordered. Looking between her wide open thighs, he saw that her cunt was naked. It also appeared to be very wet, open, and ready. "You beautiful, hot, sexy Slut. Put both of your feet up on the seat and open yourself wide so all the drivers who pass and the truckers can see your hot, wet, open cunt... Do it! Feet up! Legs open! Spread it!"

With her legs up and wide open, Neal's future wife looked like pure whore.

As soon as Neal got Lorraine into his apartment, he pushed her onto the bed and ran his hands up the inside of her thighs. Pulling her toward his body, he pressed her legs open even wider. His fingers penetrated her in one smooth stroke sinking all the way into her soaked and thoroughly lubricated vagina. His fingers thrust rapidly in and out of her throbbing hole. Suddenly, her cunt erupted, her juices spurted out, and her entire body shuddered in orgasm.

As soon as her climax subsided, he lowered his mouth and sucked the throbbing clitoris between his lips. Lorraine groaned deep in her throat; her passion once more mounting to a raging fire. As the tongue began to lash up and down the shaft of the turgid clit, Lorraine's moans to turn to shrieks of pleasure. Her body stiffened and her hips thrust her crotch upward as she started to cum again.

Neal rose from the bed and watched Lorraine's body shaking with the force of her climax. By the time he had removed all his clothes, she had curled up in the fetal position with both hands mashed between her thighs against her pulsing cunt.

"Spread!" he ordered. If you want cock, then spread wide for it like a woman should."

Lorraine spread wide open and begged Neal to fuck her.

Groaning, Lorraine turned onto her back and opened herself wide. Her labia and clit were still engorged, pulsing slowly, her hole flanged open and ready. Neal's cock was out and ready. Moving between his future's wife's thighs, he placed the swollen head directly against her opening.

With one hard thrust, he drove the steel-hard shaft in and began to fuck her. His hips snapped back, pulling his cock almost out of the groaning woman, and then ramming forcefully back into her waiting cunt. Lorraine's cunt lips stretched wide to receive the thick shaft as it slid all the way into her. When he had it fully buried, Neal fucked the thrashing woman with hard, slamming strokes that forced her ass deep into the mattress each time the cock head thudded into the bottom of her cunt.

Neal's cock sank into Lorraine's cunt as she howled in climax.

It took Lorraine only a couple of minutes to surge into another orgasm. When Neal felt her vagina throbbing about his shaft, he pulled out and moved his head between her thighs. The sight of Lorraine's cunt and ass holes opening and closing repeatedly as she came was incredibly erotic. He felt like he might ejaculate all over her belly just from watching her cum.

Not yet ready to cum, he flipped the gasping woman onto her side and moved behind her in spoon position. Lifting her right leg high in the air, he nailed his cock back into her gaping, throbbing cunt hole. Lorraine wailed and howled as the thick shaft once again stretched her hole open and sank into her depths. The fucking sounds were a combination of thuds each time the cock bottomed out in her cunt and erotic squishing noises as the male fuck piston slammed in and out of the female sex cylinder.

Lorraine takes another fierce screwing in spoon position.

Lorraine surged into another orgasm. This time Neal could not hold back. His cock jerked and throbbed inside Lorraine's cunt. She felt him swelling and pulsing and knew he was going to cum in her.

"Ooohhh god YES! Cum in me! PUMP ME FULL, STUD. GIVE IT TO ME, BABY. UNLOAD INSIDE MY PUSSY!"

There was really no need for her to give him instructions as to where to shoot his load. He knew exactly where to put it. A moment later, his cock contracted in a series of hard spasms sending gush after gush of semen into Lorraine's waiting cunt.

A few minutes later, Neal lay on his back beside her gasping for breath, his cock still semi-hard and twitching. Lorraine still kept her legs up and back so he could see her pussy and ass in case he decided to mount her again. As she waited, a thick, white stream of semen ran from her stretched cunt.

Neal's thick load ran from Lorraine's cunt as she kept her legs up waiting.

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After spending the entire night between Lorraine's legs, mounted on her doggy, giving it to her in spoon position as she slept during the night, eating her pussy until she begged him to stop... to let her rest, and letting her suck his rigid cock until his load fired into her belly, Neal proposed marriage to her the next morning. Lorraine accepted on the condition that he promise not to mount her again immediately as she was too sore and too tired.

As planned, they married two weeks after Lorraine received her B.B.A. in marketing and Neal was awarded his Ph.D. in history. Having very little money at the time, the happy couple spent their honeymoon on a camping trip to one of the national parks.

During his last two months in graduate school, Neal had secured a tenure-track, professorial position at a moderate-sized state university that was located in a mid-western metropolitan city that would provide Lorraine with ample job opportunities. With her grades and beauty, she had no problems securing a position with an established firm. The salary was on the low side, but when combined with Neal's salary, they expected to have few financial problems as long as they were reasonably frugal.

Lorraine proved to be a wonderful wife in every respect. She was equally pleased with her new husband. The household chores were divided equally so that they would both be relaxed and have time to enjoy each other during their time together. They shared the cleaning and cooking duties. If Neal prepared their evening meal, Lorraine would set the table and take care of the dishes. When Lorraine did the cooking, their roles were reversed. Once a week, they did the grocery shopping together. Neal took care of sweeping the carpets and cleaning the bathrooms while Lorraine did the laundry. Since they did all of these things together, and combined them with an ample amount of teasing and sex play, the chores seemed more like fun than work.

In the bedroom, Lorraine was every man's wet dream, and Neal proved to be an incredible lover. Lorraine never allowed sex to become routine or boring. She proved to be not only willing, but eager to try new things without regard to what others might think. Neal never knew what to expect from her from one day to another. Sometimes she would come home from work wearing a micro-mini skirt, a tank top and a thong, but no bra. She would stand in the entry way, hand on her hip, and ask, "Are you the guy who called the escort service. I'm Gloria." On other occasions, she would "confess" to having had an affair and ask him to punish her.

On the other side, Lorraine found herself being kept in a constant state of arousal and excitement by Neal's love making skills and his erotic creativity. Even after over two years of marriage, roses would sometimes arrive for her with the card reading only, "Your Lover". On other occasions, she would answer the phone while at work to hear her husband's voice telling her to go to the ladies room and remove her panties so she would be ready for ravishment as soon as he saw her. On those occasions, her panties would come off as soon as the phone call ended.

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After three years of blissful marriage, Lorraine and Neal were blessed with baby identical twin girls. The couple was ecstatic, but after two years of trying to make ends meet financially on Lorraine's small salary and Neal's income as an assistant professor as well as trying to raise and care for their twins, both parents realized that they had to make some changes.

"Neal, the problem is that I can't make enough money in my present job after we subtract child care costs to make much difference. And besides, the girls need a parent at home most of the time."

"Well," Neal commented. "We certainly can't make it on my salary alone. Maybe you can find a better job?"

"Possibly, but I have what I think is a better idea. Say I quit my present job and open up and independent marketing consulting business. I have the contacts and I know the business. Also, I don't have the huge overhead that the large agencies have so I can do the job for less than they can. Finally, it won't be an 8 to 5 job so I can spend a lot more time with the girls and we will save on child care costs. What do you think?"

Six months later, Lorraine had opened her consulting business, and things were very slowly getting better. The girls had a parent at home more and that was a big plus, but financially, she wasn't making much more than had been making at her former job. But they remained upbeat and hopeful. Neal should soon receive tenure and promotion to associate professor rank so that would help and maybe her business would improve.

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It was a Saturday, and I was also Neal's 31st birthday. As soon as he awoke that morning with his usual hard morning erection, he realized that today was Saturday and they didn't have to hurry and also that today was his birthday. He fully expected to get really lucky this morning.

Moving over against his wife, who was facing away from him, he kissed her on the back of the neck as his hand moved around to her front to capture her breasts and nipples, which he began to stroke, pinch lightly, and pull. At the same time, he pressed his raging erection into the crease of her sexy ass and began to slowly grind and hump against her.

He was in no hurry, so he continued his slow, erotic massage of her breasts with his hand, her neck with his lips, and her ass with his hard cock, waiting patiently for her sexual excitement to force her to turn onto her back and open her legs for her lover.

He was totally shocked when his wife of 8 years slipped out of his grasp and got out of bed leaving him with a throbbing, unfulfilled erection.

"Sorry, Honey... but it's your birthday and I have big plans for today, and part of those plans require your sex gun to be hard as stone, fully loaded, and ready. Leaning back over the bed, Lorraine let her breasts dangle tantalizingly in his face.

"Kiss your slutty wife's tits, Honey. And tonight, if you mind me, you'll get your reward... big time." She cupped both tits and fed them into her husband's eager mouth. A minute later, he was sucking her hard, his hands cupping and squeezing both globes to the point that she felt her cunt contracting and wetting her thighs. She knew if she let him continue for another ten seconds, she was going to end up with his cock buried up her needy pussy. So... she backed away.

"Don't you want it, Honey?" he asked... pleading.

"Of course I want it. When have I ever not wanted it? Ever since you fucked the shit out of me after you proposed and I turned you down unless you fucked me, just thinking about getting your cock into my cunt gets me wet and ready. But today, I have some special plans. Ok? Please?"

Neal slipped out of bed, kissed his sensuous wife, whacked her soundly on the ass, and said, "Fix my breakfast, Wench."

Lorraine arched her eyebrows and replied, "Yes, Master. But be careful, Baby. Remember, your birthday only lasts one day."

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That evening, at Lorraine's instructions, Neal dressed in a new outfit his wife had purchased just for the occasion. There was no undershirt... just a stretch, tight T-shirt that emphasized his very nice build, particularly his well-toned pecs and biceps. Looking in the mirror, Neal realized it was something he would never be able to wear to the University, but tonight was a different matter.

He looked in the box for his shorts but found only a very small pair of briefs. Except for the extra material in front to contain his cock and balls, it was essentially a thong like a woman might wear. The pants matched the T-shirt, both in material and tightness. They molded his legs like a second skin outlining every muscle, and the crotch was so tight, there was no possible way he could conceal the bulge of his thick cock. "Obviously," he thought, "I've got to be careful not to get a hard-on in these pants or everyone will know."

The final item in the box was a new pair of tennis shoes. As he put them on, he realized that whatever his wife had planned for the evening, it wasn't a concert or the opera.

While he was in their den waiting for his wife to finish dressing, he thought he would talk to Melinda and Belinda, their twin girls. But after searching their usual haunts, he found no trace of the kids. Laughing to himself, he realized that he and Lorraine were going out so the children were probably at the sitter's place.

A quarter of an hour later, Lorraine came out. Even though Neal had seen his wife dress hot many times, tonight, she had outdone herself. His mouth opened, but no sound emerged, and there was no possibility of his tearing his eyes away from his wife.

"Oh I love that!" Lorraine squealed. "I think you like the way I look. Will it embarrass you? I can change. It's your birthday and I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

His wife's outfit consisted of practically nothing. The top was a white, long-sleeve blouse that was transparent. Without a bra, Lorraine's tits were totally on display. Both nipples and their areolas were easily seen. Below the see-through, thin blouse, she wore a black micro-mini skirt. As Neal watched in awe, she pulled it up a couple of inches. The slight motion of the skirt exposed her black garters and the transparent V of her panties through which there was no problem seeing her pussy. Below the tiny skirt were thigh-high stockings clipped to the garters. Her feet were encased in five-inch black heels.

A slight upward movement of her skirt exposed her cunt.

"I'm hard just looking at you," Neal stated.

"Good... I want you that way all night. Hard... really HARD! and hot for me. Are you ready? Last chance to have me change."

"No way! Let's go."

On their way out, Lorraine picked up a large handbag. A minute later, they backed out of their driveway with Lorraine at the wheel.

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Their first stop was Richard's Club, a place that Lorraine knew Neal liked to go. The ambiance was erotic, the lighting subdued, and there was a dance floor. In addition, the food was very good. Lorraine had reservations, and as soon as they entered, their waiter showed them to their table adjacent to the dance floor.

Once seated, he took their drink orders while Lorraine unbuttoned her jacket enough to allow their young waiter to see her exposed breasts when he looked down. As soon as he did so, his eyes locked onto her breasts. Lorraine studied the menu, and after she had made her selection, she straightened in her chair. The motion automatically thrust her tits forward and caused her jacket to completely fall to one side allowing the man to see every thing. Lorraine was certain he had an erection when he left the table.

Leaning across the table, Neal whispered, "My wife is a hot, teasing slut."

"You noticed," she grinned.

"How much did he see?"

"Every thing... both tits... both nipples... every thing."

"God. I think he was hard when he left the table."

"He was... very hard."

"Is he big?"

"He looked big... maybe seven inches. Hard to tell."

"Are you wet?"

"I've been wet ever since I was getting dressed. Right now, I'm even wetter, but not as wet as I'll be later this evening."

"You mean when I get you bed?"

"Sooner than that, Lover... sooner than that... much sooner."

"How's that?"

"You'll find out right after we finish dinner. By the way, here's one of your four birthday gifts." Lorraine opened her large bag, extracted a nicely wrapped gift package, and handed it to her husband.

Neal smiled and blew his wife a kiss as he opened his gift. "Oh my god! This is perfect," he exclaimed as he inspected the gleaming silver case of the laptop computer. Fully equipped with a very fast processor, 1 GB of RAM memory, and a large hard drive, it was a near top-of-the-line instrument. "It really is wonderful, Honey. You have no idea how much this is going to help me with my work! But the money?... How?"

"Don't worry, Lover. It's fully paid for. I've been holding back a little each time I get a commission check for my consulting services. I hope you like it."

"I love it and you!" Neal thought a moment and then asked, "You said something about four presents? This dinner with my incredibly sexy, hot wife is one. The laptop is two. I'm hoping fiery hot sex with you is a third. But what's the fourth?"

"Be patient. You'll find out right after dinner."

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After dinner, Lorraine again got behind the wheel of their car and turned to face her husband. "All right. Time for that fourth gift you asked about. But first, we need to talk. I'm not at all certain you will enjoy gift number four. In fact, it may make you furious or embarrass you. I have to have your absolute promise that you will say so if it does so we can stop, go home, and spend the rest of the night fucking. Agreed?"

When Neal nodded his agreement, Lorraine shook her head. "I need for you say it... out loud and mean it."

"I promise... truly. If I'm not comfortable or about to get angry, I'll tell you immediately. But I can't imagine that anything like that could possibly happen... but I do promise."

"Ok. Fair enough. We're going to the "Sultan's Palace".

Lorraine backed the car out of the parking and headed toward the downtown area.

"The Sultan's Palace," Neal said in a questioning tone. "Isn't that..."

His wife interrupted him. "Yes it is. It's a hot, raunchy, strip club. How do you feel about watching some sexy, hot women strip naked for you while I'm with you? I'll even buy you some lap dances if you're up for it... and I'm pretty sure you will be 'up', if you catch my drift."

"You know you'll be one of only a few women there except for the dancers and waitresses. If you're comfortable, so am I. Let's go for it."

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When they entered the "Sultan's Palace", Lorraine handed the guy at the door a card. Not only had she already paid the cover charge, she had also arranged for a reserved table right beside the runway. When they sat down, she handed Neal a bundle of bills. Her husband looked confused.

"To tip the dancers, Honey. Get them to show you more. Haven't you ever been to a strip club before?... No... don't answer that," she said with a grin.

At this point, Neal's wife stood, removed her jacket, and pulled her short skirt a couple of inches higher on her hips. Both tits were fully exposed as well has her garter straps and panties. Men all around their table forgot about the nearly naked dancer on the stage and stared at her tits, nipples, legs, and cunt.

Neal's wife put her tits, legs, and pantie-covered pussy on display.

"Every guy here who can see you is staring at you," Neal whispered to his wife.

"Want to go? Are you embarrassed or angry? You promised to tell me. This is just the start, Lover."

When Neal shook his head, Lorraine said, "Hold up some money, Lover. Get that redheaded slut over here and see if she'll let you pull down her G-string to insert the money."

Neal did as Lorraine had suggested and was surprised when the woman seductively danced in his direction. When she right in front of him, she spread her legs and thrust her G-string covered pussy back and forth right in his face.

"Like my pussy, Baby?" she said to Neal. "Want to see more of it?"

"I love it... hot... sexy. I hope it's wet."

She moved even closer, her hips rotating her pussy a few inches in front of his face. "Very wet, Honey. I bet it wetter than hers," she said indicating Lorraine. "Is she your wife?"

When Neal nodded, the redhead asked, "Is she a good fuck? She looks hot enough."

"I hope to check out how good she is later tonight. But right now, I need to put this money someplace and the only place I can see is under your G-string."

Moving her pussy to within two inches of his face, she said, "Then I guess that's where you should put it, Honey." Her hips continued to undulate as Neal pulled the G-string down her hips exposed the small triangular red bush above her cunt slit. Without asking, he pulled the garment down her legs to her feet and watched as the woman stepped out of them. Neal stuffed the bills in the woman's garter belt as she pulled his face against her steamy pussy. His tongue flashed up the length of her slit and then over her clit.

The dancer's body quivered until she finally pulled away 10 seconds later. The men along the runway who had watched Neal licking her cunt cheered and gave him several thumbs-up signs.

Looking at Lorraine, the redhead said, "You've got a really hot guy there, Honey. Take good care of him or someone like me will."

The dancer moved on down the runway as Lorraine pulled the table back enough to allow her to see her husband's crotch. The tight pants clearly outlined the thick, rigid, throbbing shaft. "I see that dirty bitch got you hard. And right in front of your wife. I may make you sleep on the couch tonight, you randy bastard," Lorraine said with a big smile so her husband would be certain that she was teasing. The fact was that her pussy was much wetter than the redhead's.

As her husband watched, Lorraine stood, unzipped her black, micro-mini skirt and pulled it down her hips. She shoved the garment into her handbag and sat back down again, this time with her legs up. Her thin panties were the only thing between the two dozen pairs of male eyes that were trying to stare between her thighs and her cunt.

Skirt off, legs up, Lorraine shows off her tits, legs, and pussy.

She saw her husband staring at her bug-eyed. "I'm wearing more than that slut whose cunt you just licked, Honey. Do you want to leave? We can if you want to." Neal just shook his head negatively.

As they watched the next dancer, a sexy-looking brunette, Lorraine whispered, "Have you noticed the action over in the corner?"

"You mean the women giving the lap dances?"

"Yeah... I want you to have a lap dance before we go."

"Listen, Honey. We didn't have sex this morning and you've had me hard all evening. Now the dancers are all shoving their pussies and tits in my face. I'm about to explode. If a woman gets on my lap and starts riding me, I'll cum in my pants. I don't want that. I want to cum in you."

"Well... we'll see," his wife remarked and then turned her attention back to the brunette who was now lying on the floor thrusting her cunt up and down in fuck motions. "Push some money into her pussy, Honey."

With the brunette's vagina wide open, Lorraine tried to get Neal to push money into it.

After several drinks and three more dancers, each of whom had shoved their naked cunts or tits right in Neal's face, a well-dressed man approached their table.

"Hi Lorraine. Is this the lucky guy?"

"Yeah. This is my husband Neal. Neal, meet Clark. He manages the place."

The men shook hands after which Clark asked, "Are you about ready?"

"Give me a moment," answered Lorraine. "I'll let you know."

"Ok. I'll be at the bar."

"What was that all about?" Neal asked after Clark had left.

"Your fourth present is about to get much hotter and dirtier, Lover, unless you say we should leave. When I made the reservations for tonight with Clark, I also told him I would like to have a turn on the stage stripping for all these men. That's why I have this bag. The outfits I'll wear are inside. Clark was only too happy to agree. He just asked me if I was ready to go on. So what's it to be? Do we go home and fuck, or do you want to see your wife stripping like a dirty slut for all these men?"

"Oh fuck! I feel like I'm going to cum in my pants... lap dance or no lap dance."

"Is that a 'yes'?"

"Yes! That's a YES! I can't wait to see you on that stage!"

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Neal's wife disappeared into the back of the club carrying her large handbag with her costumes. While his eyes watched the dancers on stage, he didn't really see any of them. All he could think about was the fact that very soon, his wife was going to be on stage giving him his fourth birthday present.

There was some polite applause when Lorraine stepped out onto the stage. The men saw a turned-on female, her hips undulating in rhythm with the slow, pounding beat of the music. Her outfit was wildly erotic. She wore a white blouse that gaped open all the way down. Underneath was a patterned teddy that encased her tits with a matching pair of tight panties below. Thigh-high reddish brown hose were attached to the teddy's garters. Below, she wore 4-inch heels. As she moved across the stage to the runway, the heels clicked loudly. Her hips never ceased their swaying undulating motions.

As Lorraine moved down the runway, she began to stroke her belly while her hips did a slow, rhythmic grind to the pumping beat of the music. The beat quickened, her hips humped faster in hot fuck motions; her hands stroked her belly and then snaked down her left thigh and calf until she was bent almost double and staring between her spread thighs at the men behind her.

Rising, Neal's wife moved to the edge of the runway right in front of her husband. With her legs dangling off the side, she slowly and erotically removed her heels and tossed them, one after the other, to her waiting husband. Her position exposed most of her tits and all of here stocking-clad thighs. The men around Neal whistled and hooted their approval.

Lorraine shows off her tits, legs, and thighs.

Lorraine moved further down the runway to the next group of men. She again sat at the edge with her feet on the floor of the runway, her knees steepled. The position gave the men an excellent view of her thighs, but they wanted to see between them.

Her legs were sexy, but the men wanted to see her cunt.

"Spread'em!" came one call. Two other men took up the chant: "Turn towards us, Honey. Spread your legs so we can see them panties pulled into your hot cunt!"

Neal's wife smiled and did as ordered. Swiveling around on her ass, she now faced the men about three feet away. Slowly, she parted her legs and spread wide. The men moved closed to stare between her thighs, and, as they did so, she ran her middle finger up and down the center of the panty crotch right over her slit. One guy reached out and ran his finger right along beside hers saying, "Here, Baby. Let me help you."

Neal's wife spread wide and stroked her slit for the men.

Rather than pull away, Lorraine pressed her pussy harder against the man's fingers. He pushed and the panties all but disappeared inside her cunt slit. The men all screamed their approval. Neal heard one guy yell, "Oh fuck! He's shoving her panties into her cunt!" Neal's cock was jerking in his tight pants. I knew he would shoot off before they left the club.

Lorraine finally managed to tear herself away from the fingers sliding up and down her wet cunt slit and move on down the runway. The men yelled for her to sit down and spread for them. This time she sat at the runway's edge and immediately turned to face the men, half of whom were rubbing hard-ons in their pants, and spread her legs wide open, one foot on the runway with her knee bent, the other leg stretched far to the right. The position opened her completely to the stares of the men.

The men yelled their approval amid calls for her to slot her panties... to show her cunt. Obeying their orders, Lorraine grabbed the top of her panties, pulled the crotch band into a narrow band and yanked it upward causing it to sink out of sight between the engorged, swollen labia of her cunt.

Lorraine sinks her panties between her swollen cunt lips.

Before moving to the other side of the runway, she pulled her panties from her crack as the men moaned. She just smiled and threw them a kiss. Moving to the other side, she lay down on the runway on her back, legs wide and thrust a hand inside her panties. A dozen men crowded closer to watch the gorgeous blonde finger fucking her cunt. As her hand moved in obvious in-out motions, her hips hammered up and down on the runway. Male yells and groans filled the club. Others crowded around the stage in an attempt to see what all the screaming was about.

"Oh man! Look at that hot Bitch. She's gonna cum. Look at that!" some man screamed. He was right. Lorraine's body was shuddering harder and harder as her concealed fingers pumped in and out of her throbbing hole

Neal's wife made herself cum a few feet from the screaming crowd.

Lorraine's next move about the runway brought her back in front of her husband. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she saw him. Having already cum once, her pussy was again throbbing wildly on its way to another orgasm. The men around Neal were screaming at her to show them her cunt... to let them see her cum again.

Not knowing what else she could do, she again moved onto her back, this time placing her feet flat on the floor and steepling both knees. She moved her ass closer to the edge so they could see every thing and then spread her legs wide. The men roared when they saw her one of her cunt lips peeking from the edge of her panties.

A chant arose: "Cunt... cunt... cunt... show us cunt... show cunt... cunt... cunt."

Mesmerized, Neal watched his wife reaching down and dragging her panties aside to expose her cunt and ass holes to the men. Her hips began to hunch... up and down... up and down... as if there was an invisible man mounted on her ... fucking her. The man beside Neal moved to the edge, reached out and pulled his wife's ass right up the edge. A moment later his head was pressed between Lorraine's thighs. Although his head blocked the view, he knew the man's tongue was sliding up and down his wife's sex trench and over her clit just as he had done to the redheaded stripper earlier in the evening. However, Lorraine's response was far more vocal.

Lorraine held her cunt open as the man beside her husband licked her to orgasm.

"OOOHHHHHHHHH.... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK..... SUCK MEEEEEEEEEE! LICK MY CLIT!"

It took Neal's wife less than 15 seconds to cum again. Neal moved forward and pulled his wife away from the man who had just made her cum. Now it was her husband who was staring between her gaping thighs at her hot, wet sex hole as it throbbed and contracted... opening... closing... opening... closing... again and again.

When Lorraine next rose to her feet, she smiled down at her husband who smiled back to give her encouragement and to let her know that he was still Ok with what was happening.

Just before the song ended, she again lowered herself to the floor, raised both legs high in the air and let some more men along the runway to view her throbbing, wet sex hole.

Lorraine finished her first song with her legs high in the air.

As soon as the record ended, the MC took the stage and said, "Don't leave folks. The hot lady will be back in five minutes. We're going to set up the stage a little differently for her second song while she changes her outfit. You don't want to miss this one. It's hotter than the first one... believe me! I've seen'em both and this one is smokin' hot. And by the way, just for your information, Lorraine is not a professional dancer. Her performance tonight is a present to her lover. When she finishes the next set, it will be her last performance... but there is a chance she's going to stay around and lap dance if any of you guys are interested."

Neal was triply shocked by what the MC had said. First, he was surprised that his wife was going to dance again. Second, he didn't see how the next set could be hotter than the first one. And finally, the news that his wife was going to do lap dances blew his mind. He wasn't sure he could handle that.

The curtain had been pulled to allow the crew to change the set in privacy. When it again opened about five minutes later, the scene was supposed to be a dungeon. It wasn't a particularly good set or realistic, but the crowd couldn't have cared less. The only thing that held their interest was the hot looking female stretched out on her back on an old truck that was part of the set.

Lorraine now wore only a pair of black 4-inch heels, dark thigh-high hose with even darker tops that were held up by the black garters on her see-through, nylon, black garter belt. Neal's wife wore no panties or bra. Her only other garment was a tan and black vest that simply hung on her shoulders covering nothing. When the curtain opened, the men all saw this alluring, seductive female with her legs up, on her back, cupping her tit while holding a lit cigar in her fingers. Neal fully understood why this set was going to be hotter than the first one.

Lorraine looked like a $2,000 a night call girl.

As soon as the song began its throbbing beat, Neal's wife rose and moved to the edge of the runway where she made a complete round of the men, her hips thrusting and humping as she went. Except for a small patch of pubic hair above her clit, her mound was bare. She looked like pure distilled essence of whore.

Pumping her hips in fuck motions, she looked totally whorish.

Having made two complete rounds of the runway, Lorraine made a third. This time, instead of thrusting her hips and cunt at the men, she stopped frequently, spread her feet wide apart and bent over at the waist with her back to the men. The position totally exposed the entire expanse of her cunt and ass. Each time, she ran her hand between her open legs caressing her cunt and sliding her fingers through her ass crack and up her wet cuntal slit. Just before moving to the next group, her fingers would open her cunt to allow all the men to view its wet, hot pink interior.

When she completed the circuit, she moved back to the truck and bent over it as if preparing to be fucked in doggy position. She looked back at the assembled men and crooked her finger in invitation while patting her up thrust ass.

Arching her ass high, Neal's wife waited to be doggy fucked.

At the conclusion of her performance, she made one final round of the runway. Each time she stopped, she sat on the edge, one leg hanging down, the other with her heel planted on the runway's surface. Her legs gaped wide open exposing her cunt. The vest did nothing to conceal her tits. Every time she assumed the whorish position, she rubbed her hand over her wet pussy, separated the lips while hunching up and down in fuck motions. Her tongue flicked over her top lip as her ass gyrated and hunched. And each time, she spoke to the men in front of her:

"Come on boys. I'm gonna lap dance if my lover will let me. Anyone want to feel this hot wet pussy against their big hard cock? Check me out, Guys."

"Anyone want me to lap dance on their hard cock?"

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When Lorraine rejoined her husband, she was flushed and still panting with excitement. The first thing she did was check to see if her husband wanted to leave.

"Are you Ok, Honey? I hope you enjoyed your slutty wife's performance because I can't take it back now. Did you? Or are you just disgusted and hurt?"

"Feel my cock," Neal said.

"I don't have to feel it, I can see it. You're hard as steel, Lover. On second thought, I think I will feel it." Her hand squeezed around her husband's shaft bringing a groan of male pleasure. "Oh Yes! Love that! You have the thickest cock. Just love it. Do you want to take me home now and use that sex gun in your wife or do you want to see me lap dance for some of these randy men?"

"I want to see you lap dancing. I can't wait."

"Are you sure? You know all the men are gonna cum, and as hot as I am, they'll probably make me cum too. Are you cool with that?"

"I don't want them to fuck you. I can't handle that."

"You've seen how the lap dances are done. Either I wear panties or they keep their cocks inside their pants. If they elect to have their cocks out, they have to wear a condom and I don't take off my panties. So there's no fucking."

"There's not much to your panties," Neal observed.

"That's true, but I won't let them fuck me. Promise. Shall I do it or not? It's a maximum of 10 minutes per dance or until the guy cums."

"Can I watch?"

"Absolutely. But I have to give the tips and money to Clark and the other girls so I won't be taking money out of their pockets."

"OK. We'll do it for an hour or so or until you get tired. What are you going to wear?"

"I'll go back to the dressing room and put on my lap dancing outfit, Honey. Tell Clark he can have the guys start taking numbers." Lorraine was still laughing as she walked back to the dressing room.

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Five minutes later, Neal's wife emerged wearing still another hot outfit. Neal thought this one was even more erotic than the other two, probably because this time, he knew his wife was going to be gyrating and humping herself against another man's cock. Even so, her outfit was pure slut. All she wore was light tan hose, and a matching garter belt and thong. She had on a matching bra, but it was bunched uselessly beneath her big tits and served no purpose but to make her look even more slutty. The plastic, platforms with 5-inch heels added to her whorish appearance.

Lorraine looked so delicious that every man wanted her.

Neal was aware that lap dancing wasn't fucking since there would be clothing between his wife's cunt and the guy's cock, but it was awfully close. And as Lorraine had told him, the men were certain to cum and she probably would too.

When Neal looked at the waiting list, he found that a dozen or so men had signed up for a lap dance with Lorraine at a going rate of $30 for a 10 minute dance. When the men saw what she was wearing, others wanted to sign up, but Clark turned them down since the list was already longer than my wife would have time to handle.

Clark called the first guy's name... Larry Samuels. He turned out to be a fair looking guy around 38 or so. The ring on his finger suggested that he was stepping out on his wife, but then, Lorraine also wore wedding rings on her finger. Neal heard his wife explain the rules and then ask the guy how he wanted it.

"If you want your cock out, you have to wear a condom and I keep my panties on. If you want my panties off, you have to keep your cock inside your pants or at least your shorts. You can play with my tits and suck my nipples, but your hands have to stay above my waist or the dance ends. You've got 10 minutes or until you cum. Ok? Which way? Your cock bare or my pussy bare?"

Neal was trying to decide which way he would choose when he heard Larry say, "I want my cock out."

Lorraine had motioned for Larry to sit in one of the armless chairs. He quickly stripped off his pants and shorts and sat down naked from the waist down. While Lorraine waited, he put on a condom. Larry looked between her thighs and saw her pussy covered only by the small thong. "Oh gawd! Ohh hurry, Baby... Get on me before I explode."

Straddling his legs, Lorraine lowered herself onto his bulge. He groaned and thrust upward trying unsuccessfully to penetrate the delicious inviting hole between her legs. Leaning forward, Lorraine cupped her tits and fed them into his mouth. He sucked one nipple hard into his mouth... so hard in fact that Lorraine felt her cunt throb in response.

Neal watched, his hand on his cock squeezing it, as his wife worked her hips around until she got the length of his cock aligned with her wet slit. Neal's cock throbbed when he saw his wife let her weight bring her cunt into hard contact with its length. With just her thong separating his stiff meat from her cunt, Lorraine's lips didn't have much problem spreading around his sex cylinder. Slowly, she began to grind on him... up and down the throbbing length of his prick. The pressure on her clitoris was immense. Within a minute, she looked over at her watching husband and mouthed the words... "He's gonna make me cum!... Hard."

The man's mouth alternated from one of nipple to the other until both were red and swollen. Grinding down on his erection harder and harder, she began to whisper in his ear:

"Ooohhh yeah, Baby. I can feel that big hard fuck stick rammed into my married cunt. OOOohhhhhh fuckk... you're gonna make me cum. Aahhhh.... yes... yes... like that. Fuck hard, Stud. My husband would shit if he knew what you were doing to me... making his wife's clit throb... ungh ... ungh... ungh... bang me, Stud... harder... thrust it up into me."

The hot words were driving Larry crazy. His hips hammered up and down. Neal thought for a moment that his cock might just rip his wife's thong open and slam into her cunt he was thrusting so hard. He squeezed her tits hard sending a series of fuck signals shooting through Lorraine's cunt. Her hips responded by humping hard against his cock. Her clit throbbed and then exploded.

"OOHHHHH FUCKKKKK... I'M CUMMINGGGGGG...UUUGGHHHHHHHHH..." Neal's wife screamed.

"Meeee tooo...", came Larry's tortured reply.

The cock encased between her vaginal lips throbbed and jerked again and again as jet after jet of cum was shot into the condom. Lorraine's pussy throbbed right along with Larry's cock. Finally, his spasms ebbed and his cock became still. Her pussy still pulsed slowly.

Lorraine dismounted, and Larry quickly stripped off the cum-filled condom, and put on his pants. He had lasted not quite 10 minutes. He tipped Lorraine $20.

At the end of an hour, Lorraine had made six men cum and she had gotten off with three of them. Before she took on another man, Neal went over and told her that he couldn't take much more.

"Ok, Honey. Let me tell Clark that I'll do one more guy and that will be it. He can decide who gets me. Is that ok?"

"Sure. I can wait another 10 minutes, I guess. I really don't want to cum in my pants."

After a bit, Clark came over and spoke with Lorraine. "I've picked out the last guy. You should know that he's loaded... I'm talking many, many millions. He gave me $100 just to move him to the top of the list so he could get you. Whatever he tips you, you can keep. And if you ever want a job, Honey... just give me a call. You're absolutely dynamite! Neal is the luckiest guy on the planet."

Jason Harthorne was in his early fifties... somewhat overweight but not much. He obviously worked out and kept his body in condition. Even though Neal was sitting quite a ways away, he heard Harthorne tell his wife, "I want your cunt naked, Honey."

"Whatever you say, Lover. But remember, you have to keep your cock inside your shorts. You can wear a condom or not. Your choice."

"No condom," came Harthorne's immediate response, which surprised Lorraine since most men have an aversion to shooting off in their pants.

Neal watched his wife strip her thong down her thighs and off her feet. Harthorne's eyes were locked onto her exposed cunt. "God. That's is the hottest, sexiest looking pussy I think I've ever seen on a woman. Com'on, Baby. I can't wait to feel that luscious cunt on my cock."

Lorraine was certain Harthorne liked her hot, wet, naked cunt.

Lorraine mounted the man and again, as before, worked to get her now naked cunt aligned with the length of his Harthorne's shaft. As the cock wedged into her cunt slit, she realized that something wasn't quite as it should be, as her pussy lips were surrounding a bare cock. She started to get up but he held her firmly in place. "Shhhh!" he whispered. "I won't tell and there'll be a little extra for you." She mashed herself hard against his rod and began to hump back and forth, essentially jacking him off with the lips of her cunt. Her big tits bounced as he faux fucked her.

Neal easily heard his wife's voice. "My god, Jason. You're huge. Jezzzz... how big is that monster?"

"You're sliding your sweet cunt up and down 10 inches of cock, Honey. Like it?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm.... what's not to like? Grind that big fuck stick into my married cunt, Stud. Give it to me hard. Suck my big tits. Use meeeeeeeeeeee!!"

Five minutes into the lap dance, it wasn't a lap dance any longer... it had become a lap fuck. Harthorne had let his hands move down to Lorraine's hips and he was moving her back and forth on his throbbing shaft while driving up against her hard... again and again. She started to cum.

"AAAAahhhhhhh... I'm cumming... cummingg... give it to me! I'm cumming, Honey! OOoohhhhh!!!"

Harthorne pumped against her until he felt her orgasm ebbing and then continued a much slower thrusting against her now wet and slippery cunt lips. Neal watched as he pulled her close and whispered something in her ear. She shook her head. He whispered something else. Again, Neal's wife shook her head negatively. This happened several more times, each time getting the same response from Lorraine.

Finally, the 10 minutes were up and Lorraine dismounted. She looked somewhat stunned. She leaned over and said something to Harthorne and this time he was the one who shook his head negatively.

A moment later, Lorraine joined me. "I'll get dressed in my street clothes and we can leave. I need your cock, Lover, and I'm pretty certain you're more than ready to ravish me 10 times or so tonight."

"You'd better believe it. What was all that whispering about?"

"I'm sure you can guess. Harthorne wanted to fuck me. I said, 'No'."

"But it was more than just one question. He kept talking to you and you kept responding. What was happening?"

"Well, when I said no, he said, 'Please'. He told me that he just had to have me."

I told him, 'No' again. Then, he offered me $500 if I would spend just 15 minutes in the back seat of his car with him."

"$500 for 15 minutes... wow! And you said?"

"I said, 'No', of course."

"Was that the end of it?"

"Hardly. He asked again offering me $750. I said no. Then he offered me $1,000 for 15 minutes. I said no again. By that time, 10 minutes had elapsed and I asked him if he had cum? He said no. I just couldn't believe it. The man was hard as steel and throbbing like crazy. Yet, he had managed not to cum. He has incredible control. Amazing."

"That's wild! Tell me... did you consider taking the $1,000?"

"Yes... we could certainly use $1,000, but I said, 'No'. Are you mad?"

"No. But I am going to rape you right here on the floor if you don't get dressed."

"Ok. I'm on my way. But I'm gonna take a quick shower. I don't want to go home covered with other men's sweat with my stud husband."

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Twenty five minutes later, Lorraine and Neal were on their way home... this time with Neal behind the wheel breaking all the speed limits.

Neal was beside himself with lust. As soon as he got his wife into their home, he picked her up and carried into the bedroom where he dropped her onto the bed.

"Get your god damn clothes off, Slut. Get naked! NOW! Or I swear I'll rip your clothes off."

The intense demands made by the rutting male animal in the bedroom thrilled Lorraine's entire body making her shudder in anticipation of the imminent fucking she was about to receive. Even though she stripped as fast as she could, her husband got out of his clothes even faster. She stared at his cock. Rigid... hard as iron... throbbing. It stood up at a 70 degree angle... impossible, but there it was. A long strand of precum was swinging from its engorged head before it dripped onto the floor. His balls were tight against his body, his prostrate charged with sperm. Engorged, the primed and loaded sex gun was going to fire cum bullet after cum bullet into her cunt. Lorraine felt like she was going to cum just looking at him... totally out of control with wild lust.

She was so mesmerized by the sight of her lust-filled husband, she had forgotten to strip off her thong. Neal was enraged. "I told you to get naked... What in the hell is this?" he yelled motioning at her offending panties. She started to take them off, but wasn't fast enough. Neal was on her. In one powerful motion, he ripped the thong from her body, pushed her onto her back, and again roared with masculine authority, "Get your legs up... high... spread. I know you know the position. You were in it all night long."

Now, she did cum. Her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm before the lust-filled, male animal. Her moans filled the room as she rolled up into a ball, her hands working feverishly between her thighs on her convulsing cunt.

"I tell you to spread and you roll up into a ball and cum?!"

Lorraine's orgasm intensified as she felt her husband pull her over his knees on her stomach and bring his hand down sharply on her naked ass. It was a firm blow that stung and immediately turned her ass red.

Lorraine screamed in a mixture of pain and intense female sexual heat. Her husband spanked her ass again... and then again... and then a fourth time. Her cunt exploded shooting her juices everywhere. She began to babble: "Please..PLEASE.. FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!"

Neal brusquely flipped her onto her back. This time her legs flew up as her hands pulled her knees back toward her big, heaving tits to present her needy sex hole to her husband. His cock was so rigid with lust, he had to lean far over her body to align the shaft with the pulsing opening to her cunt. Lorraine wrapped her hand around him as far as it would go... she could never completely encircle his girth... and tonight it was truly impossible. Nevertheless, she was able to fit the head of the throbbing organ into the mouth of her waiting cunt. A second later she was filled with male cock fucking her... fucking her... fucking her!!

Neal screwed his wife like a wild satyr forcing her cum again and again.

Lorraine came. Her vagina convulsed in hard spasms. Again her juices roared out of her tightly plugged hole. Above her, the male rutted in and out of her cunt, grunting and roaring every time he slammed himself into her throbbing depths. His first load poured out of him in a huge river of semen that filled all the space inside her sex tube and then spurted out, coating her ass and both of their coupled sex organs.

Lorraine trembled when she realized that her husband was still hard as steel inside her body. He continued to fuck her right through her orgasm and his. After another few minutes of fierce fucking, she came again.

As her vagina was erupting, Neal turned them over so that she was riding him. He held her hips and jack hammered his cock in and out of her pussy. Her body didn't have time to fall when he withdrew before she was again impaled on his sex spike as it roared upward and thudded into the bottom of her contracting cunt. When she felt him unloading inside her again, she had another intense orgasm around the throbbing male piston.

Lorraine took another fierce fucking as she rode her husband's throbbing cock.

The intensity of the orgasms her husband was now giving her made those that she had had while stripping and lap dancing seem like nothing. She needed to rest... but she knew there was no possible way her wildly excited husband was going to permit her to do anything else other than service his hammering cock.

Abruptly, she felt him turn her over onto her stomach. For an instant, he pulled his prick out of her wildly pulsating pussy. With a shock, she realized that his cock had been buried inside her cunt, fucking her non-stop, fucking her hard, fucking her for almost 30 minutes. Neal pulled her ass high and pressed her head down onto the bed. An instant later, her respite was over as the thick cock nailed her again, sinking all the way into her waiting vagina on the first thrust.

For fifteen minutes, her husband pounded her doggy... in and out...in and out... hard, ramming strokes that slammed into the bottom of her hole... where the cock head would rotate and grind into her... then back out until just the head was still inside in her pussy. Then, WHAM! another jarring stroke would hammer her defenseless, waiting cunt.

Neal continued to fuck his wife like a hot whore.

Lorraine once more felt a climax surging through her body. A few moments later, she came again. The orgasms seemed to be almost continuous as she howled and babbled incoherently. She began to beg him to let her rest... that he was going to fuck her to death... no woman could take such a fucking. But right in the middle of her pleas, her pussy would spasm and throb and then contract around the male spike inside her hole.

Sweat poured from Neal's body, but he continued to fuck his wife. Finally, his fifth cum load shot into her. His head was swimming... dizziness engulfed him for lack of oxygen, and he collapsed to the bed beside his panting, heaving wife.

It was nearly a half hour later that Lorraine pushed herself erect and kissed her husband. He moaned and tried to rise, but failed, his body falling back onto the bed. It took him ten more minutes to recover sufficiently to speak.

"Are you all right?" he asked with deep concern. "I'm so sorry. I just went crazy with lust and desire to fuck you. Did I hurt you? You must have thought you were with a crazy man."

Lorraine kissed him again and then again. "You marvelous man! You hurt me a little but the pleasure was so intense that I didn't mind at all. I think I had 15 or 20 orgasms. Every single one was more intense than anything at the club tonight. Are you furious with me for being such a slut?"

"Hell no! I loved it! You're the hottest woman any man ever had for a wife. I just got hotter and hotter and hotter watching you. Until I lost all control. When we do this again, I need for us to fuck before we start so I won't go insane with lust."

"When we do it again?"

"Don't you want to? I think you really enjoyed it. Didn't you?"

"I felt like a total whore, but I did love it. Particularly the screwing my randy husband gave me afterwards. I also came when you spanked my ass."

"So you do want to do it again sometime?"

"Anytime you want, Lover. Anytime."

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Over the next few months, the Kempler's financial situation began to improve as Lorraine's consulting business expanded and became more lucrative. About this time, Neal was awarded tenure and promoted to associate professor rank. The external reviews of his academic credentials had been glowing to the extent that he received not only tenure and promotion but also a substantial increase in salary. One year after Lorraine had opened her independent consulting business, the family's income had more than doubled. Moreover, their income was still increasing, increasing rapidly primarily due to the swift growth of Lorraine's business.

Belinda and Melinda were now four years old. Both were healthy, happy, and well-adjusted children who had many friends and who were doing well in pre-school. Neal gave most of the credit for this to his wife who could now spend four to five days a week in the home. Usually twice a week, she had to work in her office, visit potential clients, and make site visits to the plants and offices of the clients she already had. With the rapid expansion of her business, it was now necessary for her to use a couple of weekends a month to visit out-of-town clients, but since Neal was home during the weekends, the twins almost always had a parent with them seeing to their needs and providing them love.

The only problem was space. The twins were growing and needed more room, and Lorraine needed an office in the home for her business, which, of course, would be tax deductible. Their apartment was simply too small. However, problems like this were easily solved with their large, and now rapidly increasing, joint incomes. Rather than buy a home, they decided to have one built to their specifications.

While they were in the design stage of their expansion plans, Lorraine received a phone call from her younger sister, Angela, who, at 19, was nine years younger than Lorraine. She had a big favor to ask, and that evening, Lorraine sat down with Neal to discuss her request.

"She wants to attend the University here? That's great. It's a very good school, and I hear the business college is excellent. Is there a problem?" Neal asked.

"Yeah. There is. Mom and Dad can't afford the tuition, books, and room and board even if Angela gets a part-time job. So, she wants to know if she can stay with us while she attends the University. What do you think?"

"I have no problems with that at all. I know you like Angela and the two of you have always gotten along famously in spite of the fact that the age difference made it hard for you to do things together. This could a good opportunity for the two of you to correct that and enjoy each other. But I'll support your decision whatever it is."

"What about space? She's a young woman who going to need space and privacy if she's to live here for the next four or five years or until she gets married and moves out."

"Good point! And since we're currently designing our new home, let me work on that problem and see if I can come up with something good for everyone."

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By the end of the week, Neal announced over dinner that he had a great plan to solve the space problem, probably for as long as they would live in their new home.

"Well... don't keep secrets," Lorraine said excitedly. "What's the plan?"

"We build three extra rooms on our house. One will be an extra bedroom for Angela. The second will be a combination den/sitting room/study attached to the new bedroom for her use. The third is a connecting full bath. We'll have locks on the doors for her privacy, and by the time she completes her degree, we can use the extra space for Belinda and Melinda, who will be 8 or 9 by that time and will want their own rooms. How's that?"

"That's just wonderful," his wife gushed as she planted her shapely ass on his lap and kissed him passionately. When she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Mmmmmm... I feel something probing me. Do you need some help with that?"

"Absolutely! But I have one more item to suggest about the house. The design I've sketched out for the architect includes an outside entrance to the new den/study that Angela will be using. What do you think?"

"Mmmmm... Well, I think my sexy husband wants to make it easy for my young sister to get herself fucked without us knowing or disturbing us."

"Think she'll like the arrangement?"

"I think she'll cream her panties over it. And speaking of creamed panties, mine need some serious attention right now, Lover."

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The Kempler's new home was finished and ready for occupancy by mid-summer, just in time for Angela's arrival in early August. She had planned on coming a couple of weeks early to give her some time to adjust and look for a part-time job.

It was a Saturday when Lorraine picked her younger sister up at the airport. Neal stayed home to work on a manuscript and to take care of the children. It had been six years since he had seen Angela, and the only photographs he had seen were two years old. As a result, he was not prepared for the appearance of the stunning blonde who entered their home with Lorraine later that afternoon.

Although nine years younger, there was still a striking similarity between the two sisters. Angela was a slightly smaller and younger version of Lorraine. Both women were blonde with beautiful faces and well-shaped bodies. Lorraine's breasts were larger, but when the difference in body size was taken into account, they were nearly the same.

The shock of seeing the two beautiful women together was evident on Neal's face and did not escape Angela's notice. She beamed with pleasure as she hugged her brother-in-law.

"I don't know how to thank you for letting me share your home like this. It's the only way I could possibly have had the chance to attend the University."

"Believe me," Neal responded warmly, "we're delighted to have you. Lorraine has all sorts of things for the two of you to do. Come on, I'll introduce you to your two nieces, Belinda and Melinda."

"Oh yes! I'm dying to see them. They were just babies when I last saw them. Are they really identical?"

"Judge for yourself."

Lorraine led the way to the children's playroom where they were busy playing with their dollhouse. "Children," Lorraine said to get their attention. "This is your Aunt Angela. She's going to be living with us for a while. You've met her, but you were too young to remember."

"Hi, Angela!" the twins said almost in unison. "Wanna play with us?"

"I'd love to. Just let me bring in my bags. Which one of you is Melinda?" One of the girls held up her hand. "So you must be Belinda," Angela concluded. The other twin nodded her head and gave her aunt a big smile.

Shaking her head in wonder, she turned to Lorraine. "How can you tell them apart?"

"Well, at first, we dressed them differently, but as they got older, they wanted to wear the same clothes. So we had to find other methods. Unfortunately, those methods don't always work. And if the truth be told, the little imps enjoy mixing us up about which one is which. You'll just have to do your best. Sometimes they'll help you... sometimes they won't."

"Why don't you four girls get acquainted. I'll bring in Angela's bags," offered Neal.

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When Lorraine showed Angela her living quarters, she was both amazed and delighted. "I can't believe this!" she gushed. "Truthfully, I expected that space would be so tight that I might have to sleep on a couch. You really have enough space that I can have this gorgeous bedroom, den, and private bath to myself?"

"Yep, Honey. It's yours for as long as you stay with us. I hope you like the furniture I selected. I thought about letting you pick every thing but changed my mind when I realized that you'll be leaving after a few years... so I wanted things that I really like."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Every thing is beautiful. I've just got to find a part-time job so I can pick up some of the household expenses. And don't say no! I want to help."

"Great. I have some leads for you already. You can check them out this next week. And my consulting business is expanding so rapidly, I'm thinking about hiring someone to help. By the way, here are the keys."

Angela took the key case and found that it contained four keys. "Four keys?" she questioned. "What are they all for?"

"The one on the far left is for the front door of the house. The one next to it opens the garage and the connecting door to the kitchen. The one on the far right opens the doors connecting your den and bedroom to the rest of the house, and the one its left opens the exterior door from your den to the outside."

"I have a private entrance to my part of the house?" Angela said in an awed voice.

"You do." Lorraine confirmed.

"Was that your idea?"

"No. It was Neal's."

"Well, that's really nice, but why did you go to the expense of providing me a private entrance?"

Lorraine looked at her younger sister and said teasingly, "My husband thinks a 19-year old female is a woman, not a girl. He seems very certain that you will frequently find your private entrance very useful. Is he right or wrong?"

Angela blushed furiously. Then, she grinned at her sister. "I think I'm really going to like your husband."

"That's great... but don't get to liking him too much. He's mine, Honey."

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Three months later, things were working out better than anyone had hoped. Angela had found a good part-time job as a waitress and was now making regular monthly contributions of $500 a month for household expenses and groceries.

At first, Neal had expressed concern that $500 a month was too much. He told his wife that it wouldn't leave Angela enough money to take care of her personal expenses and still have sufficient money for some entertainment and clothes.

"Don’t worry, Honey. She will have more than enough. Take my word for it."

"How do you know?"

"Because she's working as a part-time waitress in the afternoons."

"Waitresses make that much money working part time?"

"They do when they look like Angela and work at "Hooters"."

Neal was silent for awhile. Finally, he casually commented, "I sometimes go out for lunch when I'm at the University. Think I'll try Hooters next time."

He never saw the pillow coming until it hit him in the side of the face.

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Lorraine had left Friday morning for a weekend trip out of state to go over the various product lines of one of her clients. A full understanding of the nature of the products was essential to the development of an effective marketing campaign. As usual, she planned to return late Sunday. So the twins were Neal's responsibility for the weekend.

Angela was an enormous help in these situations. She was usually around on those evenings and weekends when Lorraine had to take care of one of her consulting clients. She was great company for Neal and a huge help in taking care of the twins and the cooking.

After dinner Friday night and putting the children to bed, Neal and Angela were reading and watching TV in the master den. At least Neal was pretending to watch TV or read. Angela was wearing very little... a green housedress that exposed a lot of her breasts and slippers. She was sitting in a straight chair with the dress well up her thighs. From his vantage point to the side, he had a good view of the tits and legs, but couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra or panties. Angela suddenly looked over and caught him staring at her.

Neal couldn't keep from staring at Angela's thighs and exposed breasts.

Neal did not look away or pretend that he hadn't been staring at her. Instead he just apologized. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be staring at you like that."

"I don't mind... not at all. If I minded, I wouldn't wear something this revealing."

"Lorraine would be angry with both of us. I really couldn't blame her. She's out working for us, and I'm sitting here leering at her sister."

"What makes you think she would be angry? And you don't really know what she's doing right now, do you?"

When Neal didn't respond, Angela commented, "Lorraine feels badly because she gets to have all the fun while you work, take care of the children and cook when she's gone."

"What makes you think she feels badly? And what fun? She's working on her consulting business when she's gone."

"She told me. And as for what fun, doesn't she have a lot of fun at the Sultan's Palace when you two go there? She told me she did, and you just sit there. And when she's gone, she gets to travel, eat in new, exotic restaurants with her clients, dance with them, and so on."

"What did she tell you about the Sultan's Palace?"

"Not many details. She just said sometimes she dances while you watch."

"It's something we both like to do. It adds spice and excitement. We always have great sex afterwards. After a couple has been married a long time like Lorraine and I, you need to try new things or sex gets routine and boring."

Both Neal and Angela fell silent for ten minutes or so. Then, suddenly she asked, "Lorraine is away for entire weekends, usually twice a month. Don't you get lonely?"

"Sure, but much less so when you here. You're so much like Lorraine in every way. It's almost like she's here when you are."

Angela smiled. "Thank you. That's a nice thing to say, but it's not really the same is it? I help with the kids, the cooking, watch TV with you and talk with you, but I'm not in your bed at night."

After a pause, Neal replied, "No... You're not."

"Is it hard?" Suddenly realizing the double entendre, Angela quickly added, "I mean, is it difficult when she's away for entire weekends?"

"Yes, but it's just as difficult for Lorraine too. We manage."

Again there followed several minutes of silence. Again, it was Angela who broke the silence.

"I used the outside entrance you so thoughtfully provided for me last weekend. Thank you."

"I know. And you're very welcome."

"How do you know?"

"I'm a stuffy professor of history, but my ears work fine, even from here in the den."

"You heard?"

"Yes."

"What did you hear?"

"Well... the noises from your den or bedroom... what else?"

"And?"

"And what?"

"Don't pretend to be dense. What noises did you hear?"

"You... your friend... sex. Lorraine heard too, and we ended up having fantastic sex later. Thank you." Neal grinned at his sister-in-law.

"Now you're very welcome. I'm pretty loud when I'm cumming."

"I know. So is your sister. Can you hear her when she's cumming?"

"Sometimes. It gets me just as hot as you and Lorraine get hearing me being screwed.. But you two have each other when you get turned on. When I hear the two of you, all I have is my fingers and my vibrator."

At this point, Angela turned in her chair and faced Neal. Now, there was no problem deciding if his sister-in-law was wearing a bra or panties. The edge of the white bra was visible below her exposed breasts and her dress was so high on her thighs that the entire crotch of her white panties was on display. The sight had Neal's cock fully erect within 15 seconds.

Angela shows Neal her tits, thighs, and panty-covered cunt.

"You're staring at me again."

"When you sit like that, how can I help it?" Neal pleaded.

"You can't. I would be crushed if you could help it. Do you know how excited it gets a woman to be able to get a man hard just be showing some of her body?"

"I know that very well from being married to your sister."

"Does she like to show off her body too?"

"Yes... and as you say, it gets her incredibly hot when she does it."

"You've seen her doing it?"

"Frequently."

"When recently?"

"The last time we went to the Sultan's Palace."

"What did she do?"

"Pretty much what you're doing right now."

"How much did she show?"

"I can't tell you that. You'll have to ask Lorraine."

Again silence filled the room. Neither Neal nor Angela spoke for several minutes, but she stayed in the same position with half of her breasts exposed, legs open and her panties on display. Neal tried to look elsewhere, but his eyes kept returning to Angela's legs, tits, and panty-covered pussy.

"Lorraine won't be home until Sunday. Are you going to fuck me?"

"Oh shit! I'm so hard it hurts, but I can't. You're my wife's sister. Lorraine probably wouldn't divorce me, but she would be furious."

"You're wrong, but we'll let it go for now. When you find out that she won't be furious, you know where my bedroom is."

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On Wednesday of the following week, Lorraine had a meeting with a prospective client in the afternoon. She had told Neal that she might be late. Angela was in class and afterwards had to go to work at Hooters and since Neal needed to go to the bank, he had taken the children to the day care center where they always enjoyed themselves.

At the bank, he made the monthly payment on their new house and also deposited some of their excess money for the month in an IRA. As he made the deposit, he marveled for the hundredth time or so how much money they were now making. Eighteen months ago, they were struggling to make ends meet and now, even with the new house, they couldn't spend all of their income. And with Angela adding another $500 a month, the money was mounting even faster. It was truly remarkable.

After the IRA purchase was completed, the woman assisting him, a Mrs. Jane Peterson, said, "Can I help you with anything else, Dr. Kempler?"

"No. I think that takes care of every thing, Ms. Peterson."

"Ok. Oh. Wait. Would you like to make the yearly payment on your safety deposit box now? It's due next month."

"Let's do it now. Thank you for reminding me. Naturally, I had forgotten about it."

Jane quickly accessed her computer files for safety deposit boxes, found his and said, "The yearly fee has gone up a little, I'm afraid. It's now $57."

"Not a problem. Every thing is going up. I'll write you a check."

As Neal wrote the check, Jane said, "Would you like to make the payment on the other two boxes now. The rent on them isn't due for another three months but it would save you some trouble later on."

Neal had no idea what the woman was talking about. They had only one box, but he concealed his confusion and said, "That's a very good idea. My memory is really faulty, could you tell me the yearly fees and when I rented the boxes?"

"Certainly. Let's see... The fee for both boxes is $100 each. It's more because they're larger boxes as you know. Now... just a moment. Yes... here it is. Your wife rented Box 1157 a year ago this month. And she rented Box 1198 six months ago. So I was wrong. The rent on that box isn't due for another six months. Do you want to wait to make payment?"

"No. Let's do them both right now. I'll make out the check for $257 right?"

"That's correct."

After Neal had given Ms. Peterson his check, he smiled and said, "Could you assist me by providing some information to help me with my taxes?"

"I'll certainly try, Dr. Kempler. What do you need?"

"First, I would like a written record of all the deposits made to our joint checking account. I'm afraid I'm very poor at keeping proper records."

Jane smiled and said, "We all are. That won't be a problem."

She entered a few commands on her computer terminal and said, "We'll have the printout shortly. What else can I help you with?"

"Would it be possible for me to obtain a record of the times we have accessed each of our three safety deposit boxes? I know the bank keeps such records."

"Of course." Again, Ms. Peterson entered some commands on her terminal. Fifteen minutes later, Neal left the bank with a large envelope containing all the printouts.

Returning home to his empty home, he spread all the material out on the dining room table. First he looked at the access records for the three safety deposit boxes. The small box he knew about, Box 772, had been accessed by himself six times in the past 12 months. Each time, it had been to place important documents inside... for example, the deed to the new home and the loan papers. Nothing exciting there.

Box 1157 was an entirely different story. This box showed a long list of times his wife had signed and entered the box. Neal was shocked to see at least one entry each week and usually two. Of course, there was no clue as to what was placed in or taken from the box. That was not the bank's business and privacy was strictly maintained.

Box 1198 showed far fewer entries. In fact, there were none up until two months ago. After that, there was usually one entry per week. The surprising thing was that Angela had been given access to the box by his wife and she was the one who was signing and entering the box, not Lorraine. "What in the hell is going on?" Neal said out loud to himself.

Stopping, he poured himself a cup of coffee and turned his attention to the bank statements for the joint account he and Lorraine had maintained since they were first married. He always had his salary checks from the University automatically deposited to their account each month. And the records clearly showed each such deposit.

Of course, Lorraine did not have the luxury of having the University Bursar's Office to automatically deposit her checks from her business, so there were numerous deposits she was making each week by going to the bank herself. Suddenly, it occurred to Neal to wonder if there was any correspondence between the dates for her deposits to their joint account and the dates she accessed her safety deposit box. He got out the access list for Box 1157 and compared the dates of access to the deposit dates in their joint account. In every case, the dates matched. Each time Lorraine deposited her income from the business, she put or took something from her box. Or perhaps she just kept her ledger books inside the box and was simply entering the information for tax purposes later on. That seemed to be the most logical conclusion. All this fuss and worry about nothing.

But then, Neal thought, what in the hell is the third box for and why is Angela the one accessing the box? For a half hour he pondered the question without coming up with any logical explanation. Finally, he decided to go over the printouts again. He found nothing new on the access lists so he turned to the record of deposits into their joint account.

His salary deposits were routine and correct. He ignored them and looked carefully at the deposits Lorraine was making. The sums were substantial as he knew they were. She was making almost twice his salary at this point from her consulting business. No surprises there. Next he examined the deposit dates. They were regular as expected. With many clients, the deposit dates and the income amounts would be nearly level, and the deposit records reflected that. Again, no surprises.

At this point, Neal noticed something different about Lorraine's deposits and his salary checks. They were listed in slightly offset columns, his in one column, hers in another. Why?

His eyes moved to the top of the page. Above his column was the word "Checks". Above Lorraine's column was the word "Cash". Cash? Lorraine was making cash deposits, not checks? That made no sense. No business... none... would pay their expenses in cash. There would be no record for tax purposes and businesses never dealt in cash. Their payments to Lorraine for consulting services would have to be by check.

Sitting back in his chair, Neal sipped his coffee. His thoughts considered a variety of possibilities. Perhaps Lorraine was cashing the checks, putting a little away in the safety deposit box for a rainy day or for a later surprise to him and then depositing the rest in their joint account. Maybe, but it didn't seem reasonable. If she were going to do that, she would just deposit the check and ask for cash back, which she would then put into the box. Why make two trips to the teller instead of just one?

Perhaps for some unknown reason, Lorraine had a reason to simply cash the checks at the bank, put the money into the box and later, take some cash out and make a deposit. That scenario made even less sense, and it was at odds with the fact that the only entry times for the box were on the days deposits to their joint account were made.

In addition, to the above quandary, there was no explanation for the second box being used by Angela but rented by Lorraine.

Reluctantly, Neal reached the only possible conclusion. Lorraine was being paid in cash, not by check. Angela's tips would also be cash. That was clear. But the tips would not be sufficient to justify renting a safety deposit box in which to put them. Besides, she needed the money to pay her $500 a month and take care of her personal expenses. It had to be that she had income far in excess of what she made at Hooters.

On impulse, Neal scooped up all the printouts, put them in his briefcase, and locked it. Then, he did what he had threatened his wife that he would do for lunch. He drove to Hooters.

The place was packed. Big breasted, good-looking women moved all around the room waiting tables, each time bending over enough to give the men a good view of what they had hoped to see. He spent a half hour searching the room, but saw no trace of Angela.

Finally, he took a seat at one of the tables and waited. A sexy brunette came over smiling and asked if he would like a drink or would he like to order food. He asked for a scotch and water on the rocks, and, at the same time, pushed a twenty dollar bill toward the waitress. "I would also like some information. Ok?"

The brunette made the $20 vanish into her bodice and said, "What do you want to know... as if I can't guess."

"You're wrong. See this woman." Neal held up a recent photograph of Angela. "Does she work here?"

The brunette glanced at the photo and replied, "She did, but only for a couple of weeks about three months ago. She suddenly quit. No big deal. It happens a lot. I haven't seen her since."

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As he drove home, Neal reached the only possible conclusion. Angela didn't work at Hooters, but she had to be working elsewhere since she was making her $500 contributions regularly. She was also making substantial sums that made it necessary to have a safety deposit box.

Secondly, since his wife was being paid by cash, not check, she was not making her income from her consulting business. In fact, there had not been a single check deposited into their joint account. All deposits were cash. So, it looked like there was no income from consulting at all. He also realized that since it appeared that money was probably going into Box 1157, her income was even greater than the large sums that were being deposited into their joint account. He wondered in awe about how much money there might be in Boxes 1157 and 1198.

On his way home, he stopped at the day care center and picked up Belinda and Melinda, who ran to his arms as soon as they saw Daddy. Later, as he pulled his car into their garage, the children ran ahead of him to get to the TV. Neal entered behind them and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner as he awaited the return of Angela and Lorraine.

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A week later, Lorraine had another out-of-state site visit that required that she leave on Friday and return on Sunday as usual.

"I hate being gone two weekends a month like this, Darling, but I can't keep the business going any other way. And Angela will be here to keep you company and help with the children."

"Angela has been doing her best to help when you're out of town. Actually, I've been turning down most of her efforts. Guess I'm just accustomed to you and I handling every thing."

"She really wants to help, Honey. You should give her a chance. I'm sure she'll do every thing right."

"Ok. I'll try. Where will you be going this time? Just curiosity."

"St. Louis. It's a big account if I can land it. They are trying to market a new line of diet and health supplements for women."

"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to help them out with any hard problems they have."

Lorraine gave her husband a puzzled look, but he smiled and said, "Call me if you need anything and be careful. I worry when you're by yourself in strange cities."

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That evening, Angela and Neal were once again watching TV in the master den after the children were in bed. She was dressed even more provocatively than she had been two weeks previously when Lorraine had been out of town for the weekend. Tonight, she had on a red tank top that exposed a lot of her tits and ended several inches above where her abbreviated denim mini-skirt started. She wore a red thong and red, platform fuck-me heels. It was obvious that Angela wanted to help her brother-in-law with any hard problems he might have in his wife's absence.

Angela's outfit made it obvious that she was available.

Angela and Neal watched TV in silence for some time before Neal said, "Have you gotten where you can tell Belinda from Melinda yet, Angela?"

She smiled and admitted, "It's still hard, but there are a few subtle differences. They're so slight that it's hard to even describe what they are."

"When they get older and start dating, do you think they'll switch on their boy friends?"

Angela laughed at the thought. "You mean switch boy friends without telling them? Belinda pretends that she's Melinda and vice versa?"

"Yes. That's what I mean. Do you think they'll do that? They do it all the time with Lorraine and me."

"I'm sure they'll do it. It would be just too much fun and too erotic to resist. In fact, even after they're married, they may have fun husband swapping without either guy ever knowing. Wouldn't that be wild?!"

"Well, they probably couldn't get away with that."

"Why not? They look absolutely identical."

"True, but the way they make love will probably be different. The guys will know."

Angela gave Neal a devilish smile. "I doubt it. All they would have to do is confide in each other what they do and how they do it. The men would never notice. Now that you mention it, sort of makes me wish I had an identical twin sister."

"You may be right."

"I am. Now that we're talking about sex, have you figured out that Lorraine would not be furious if you and I had sex when she's out of town for the weekend?"

"Lorraine told me that you wanted to help me when she's gone. With the kids, cooking, errands, housekeeping... things like that. She did not say anything about you and I having sex. In fact, she said nothing that even suggested that it had occurred to her. Tell me, why in the world would you think that Lorraine wouldn't mind if we fucked?"

Angela hesitated. Finally, she said, "Women just know these things. Take my word for it, Neal."

"I can't do that. I know you believe what you're saying is correct. But if you're wrong, I would lose my wife and you would lose your sister. There's no way I can take such a risk even if you are incredibly sexy and gorgeous."

Angela spread herself out on the couch facing Neal. She opened her legs and smiled at him. "Are you really sure about that? If it makes you feel better, I would promise not to tell her."

"Don't you want to fuck me, Neal?"

"Forget it, Angela. Let's talk about something else. How's your job at Hooter's going? And your classes at the University? Are you doing Ok?"

Angela shrugged. "Hooters is Ok. It's a job that provides enough money for me to pay my share of the expenses and provide a little extra. My courses are no problem. Freshman courses in the business college are easy."

"Well, if you get into any academic difficulty, let me know. I may be able to help."

Angela didn't reply and no one spoke for another 15 minutes or so until Neal asked, "I don't think Lorraine told me where she was going to weekend. If she did, I've forgotten. Where is she anyway? I know she must have told you."

"I think she said she was going to St. Louis to try to get a food account of some kind."

"That rings a bell... I think that's right. It's about 10 PM in St. Louis right now. What do you think she's doing?"

When Angela didn't answer, Neal added, "Lorraine never goes to bed at 10 PM. She's probably sitting in the lounge of her hotel having a snack or a drink alone. Must be lonely for her don't you think? How about we call her on her cell phone? I bet she would love to chat with us. What do you think?"

"Well... I don't know," Angela stammered. "She might be asleep and we'd wake her."

"No chance. We've been married for 8 years. She never goes to bed this early unless she's sick."

"She might also be having business discussions with some of the executives about the consulting agreement. Probably wouldn't be a good idea to interrupt her."

"Business discussions? At 10 PM at night. Hardly seems likely. I'm going to call if for no other reason to let her know I'm thinking about her and that I love her." Neal reached for his cell phone, flipped up the cover, and began to look for Lorraine's number in his directory.

"I don't think you should call her, Neal. It really isn't a good idea."

But Angela was too late. Neal had already punched in the quick-dial number, and the phone was ringing. "I just want to say good night to her," he explained. The phone rang once, then twice, then three times...four. After ten rings, a recorded voice came on the line and said, "The phone of the person you are calling is not available. Please try again later."

Angela raised her eyebrows in question. "Strange," Neal said.

"What's strange? She just doesn't have her cell turned on. Probably didn't want to be awakened."

"Have you ever called someone on their cell when they weren't on-line?"

"Sure. Happens all the time."

"When it does, how many rings do you usually hear before you get the message that they're not available?"

Angela fidgeted and finally said, "I don't know. I've never counted."

"Make an estimate."

"Four or five, I guess."

"It's usually three, sometimes four. Lorraine's cell rang ten times before I got the message."

"So?"

"Let me show you something." Neal again punched in Lorraine's number and held the phone where both he and Angela could hear the response. After three rings, a recorded message said, "The phone of the person you are calling is not available. Please try again later."

"See. Three rings... not ten."

"So what? I don't see what the big deal is."

"Are you sure you don't see the significance? I think you do. Why don't you tell me why the first call rang 10 times before the message, but the second only rang three times."

"I have no idea. Do you?"

"I think so. The first call rang ten times because Lorraine's cell was on-line at the time. It kept ringing... until she got her cell and turned it off without answering the call. When I called the second time, her cell was now off-line and I got only three rings."

Angela didn't respond. "What do you make of that?" Neal asked.

"I don't know. I guess she was tired and didn't want to talk."

"She has caller ID. When she opened the cell, she knew dammed well it was me. Why wouldn't she want to talk with me?"

Again, Angela didn't respond. "Angela, you seem to be absolutely certain that my wife would not mind if we have sex, but you don't seem to have any idea why she wouldn't want to talk to me when I call her cell. How can that be?"

"One is about sex, the other one isn't," she finally replied.

"Really? Ok. Maybe you're right about my wife not minding if we have sex even if you have no idea why she doesn't want to talk to me when I call. But somehow, I don't think that makes any sense."

Angela again remained silent.

"You know, I think I'm going to take a cold shower and head to bed. Good night, Angela."

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Carl Mason and Martin Vance had finally gotten Lorraine where they had been wanting her all evening. The dancing at the Knight's Club had been hot and erotic. Feeling the gorgeous blonde's ass and grinding their cocks against her mound had gotten both of them incredibly hard. They had gotten just as hard later in the evening while watching some of the other club members doing the same thing and even more to the voluptuous, married slut. They both saw that Jackson was not only feeling her ass, but had his black hand beneath the woman's skirt doing it.

When they were at the table enjoying drinks, she had smiled and spread her legs when their hands had moved beneath her skirt to her drenched panties. Carl remembered thinking how hot a piece of ass Lorraine was. Finally, they had managed to get her away from all the other men and back to their room at the Embassy Suites where they now had her in the center of the bed writhing under Carl's lips that sucked her nipples while Martin's fingers moved sensuously in and out of the woman's drenched cunt.

Lorraine couldn't suppress the groan of intense sexual excitement caused by the lips on her nipples, the thumb working on her clit, and the two fingers inside her cunt rubbing her G-spot.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh.... God!"

Martin's 7-inch prick throbbed with lust when he heard the woman moaning as her cunt contracted about his fingers. He knew she was about to cum. They hadn't even stripped the hot, married slut yet, but they knew it wouldn't take much more to get her off.

Lorraine groaned when the men sucked her nipples and worked her cunt.

Martin moved between Lorraine's thighs, unzipped and then pulled her skirt off, and lowered his mouth to the blonde's wet, pulsing pussy. The instant she felt the tongue push between her swollen labia into her vulva, her hips surged upward. Martin's fingers moved quickly to her cunt where they stretched her labia wide open exposing her half-inch clitoris. It throbbed in steady spasms, as if begging for a tongue to make it explode.

Martin ran the tip of his tongue up the gaping slit surrounding the blonde's hot sex hole. Her juices were bubbling out of her vagina. As soon as his tongue reached her clit, it contracted in a hard spasm bringing repeated howls of pleasure from the hot whore. Martin sucked her clitoris into her mouth and lashed it repeatedly with his tongue. Her vagina slammed shut causing a loud whoosh of air to be expelled.

Carl pulled off the woman's blouse exposing the bra that was bunched uselessly below her heaving tits. Since her skirt was gone and she had not worn panties, Lorraine was now essentially naked save for her heels.

Moving back to her tits, Carl's teeth nipped both nipples, one after the other, as his hands squeezed the huge globes until Lorraine screamed, half in pain... half in intense excitement. At the same time, Martin's tongue continued to work up and down the surging, pulsing shaft of her clit.

"I'm cumming... oohhh... I'm cumming," the wildly thrashing woman hissed in a soft, passionate whisper.

Lorraine's vagina went into intense spasms as her orgasm exploded. Her excitement was so intense, she wasn't even aware of the men exchanging places. But she did feel Carl's thick cock pushing its way inside her still throbbing cunt. As the hard male organ spread her open and sank inside, the contractions of her cunt increased still further. Her soft hissing moans quickly changed to passionate female wails of pleasure.

Lorraine howled with pleasure as Carl's prick pushed into her cunt.

Carl's cock continued to drive in and out of the moaning blonde at the same time as Martin pulled her to the edge of the bed. As her head cleared the edge, it fell backwards, her long, blonde hair hanging toward the floor. The bloated tip of the rigid cock shaft pushed at her lips. She didn't have to be told what was wanted of her. As soon as Neal's wife opened her mouth, it was filled by Martin's seven hard inches of cock. When five inches were in, the head was pressing against the back of her throat. It presented no problem as she had learned months before how to open her throat. A moment later, all seven inches were in; the bulge in Lorraine's throat easily revealed the position of the big mushroom head.

Her throat bulged as the big cock head sank down her gullet.

Neither Carl nor Martin could hold out for long. Lorraine had been cock teasing them all evening and their loads were exerting an irresistible, intense desire to flood the hot blonde. Carl began to fuck her harder... faster, but just as he was about to shoot, Lorraine's cell phone rang. He tried to ignored it and continued to hammer his throbbing rod in and out of her as her hips rammed back at him to get all of his dick up her cunt on every stroke.

But the cell phone continued to ring. Again and again. "Shut the damn thing off!" Carl yelled as he and the blonde worked their organs together in a mutual wild effort to get Lorraine's cunt to explode and fill Carl's condom with hot male cum. Martin slammed his cock deep into Lorraine's throat and held it there while he reached over to the table and shut off the cell phone.

Both men and the woman continued to ram their bodies together. Cocks squished and slurped inside the blonde's cunt and mouth while she grunted whorishly as she took every inch of both cocks on every thrust.

Carl ejaculated first. His buttocks clenched; his cock jerked hard inside Lorraine's cunt and spewed several thick jets of cum up against her womb. Hearing the other man grunting as he pumped his load into the woman's cunt, Martin ripped his cock from her sucking mouth, aimed his rod at her big tits, and creamed them with four huge streams of semen.

Martin drenched Lorraine's tits with four huge streams of cum.

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Neal had been asleep for an hour or so when he felt the hand softly shaking his shoulder.

"Please wake up, Neal. Please," Angela whispered softly.

Slowly, Neal came out of his deep sleep and heard his sister-in-law's voice. "What the... Angela? Is anything wrong?"

"I just feel so lonely, Neal. Lorraine has you to comfort her. I don't have anyone. I wish you would fuck me, but I know you won't. Can I sleep in the bed with you? I promise, I won't try to seduce you or mount you. I just need to cuddle... to feel your body close to mine. Do you have any warm feelings for me at all?"

"Of course I do. You look just like Lorraine when we were married. And you're my sister-in-law, the only one I will ever have. And I do want to fuck you... you're gorgeous and sensuous, but I don't want to cheat on my wife. You promise to just cuddle and not try to seduce me? I won't be able to resist if you're in bed with me, and I don't want that to happen. Promise?"

"I promise... I really do."

Neal pulled back the covers and invited Angela to join him. Seeing that he was naked, she quickly dropped her nightie to the floor and crawled equally naked into bed with him. She turned her back toward him, and he moved into spoon position behind her. His right arm circled her waist and pulled her close. It did not touch her breast, but his organ swelled and pressed into her backside.

"Mmmmmmm... this feels so much better than being alone in my bed feeling so bad. Thank you."

"You're welcome. And I think it feels wonderful too. Just be sure to keep your promise and behave yourself."

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"AAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhhh FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Lorraine grunted as Martin's thick cock once again sank into her wet cunt.

She was mounted on him, her knees on either side of his waist, bent over with her big tits hanging and brushing against his bare chest. Thrusting upwards, Martin was slugging his huge organ in and out of her impaled pussy, sinking in to his balls on every stroke. Carl was behind them on his knees... waiting... his cock erect and rigid with lust.

She felt the man holding her hips in place so that she could not prevent his organ from driving all the way into her cunt on every stroke. He fucked her like a stallion breeding a mare. There was only wild lust, no feeling... just a hot male rutting an available and willing female cunt. In spite of that, Lorraine knew she was going to cum again... and very soon. The rigid cock spike was grinding furiously against her clit and scraping her G-spot on every stroke.

"Oh god, Martin. Fuck me harder. Give it to me. I'm about to cum," Lorraine urged.

"OH SHIT! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG!"

As soon as Carl saw Lorraine's ass hole opening and closing in the throes of her orgasm, he moved behind the fucking couple, straddled her hips, and pressed his rigid cock head to the pulsing opening of her ass. She flinched and tried to move away, but Martin held her in place until Carl had his cock lodged firmly inside the blonde's hot asshole. He released her hips just as Carl pushed five inches of cock into Lorraine's bowels amid her shrieks of protest.

Her protests fell on deaf ears. Carl drove the full length of his organ into her ass, held it in place to allow her to become accustomed to its girth, and slowly pulled it back and began to fuck the blonde's ass as Martin continued to pump in and out of her pussy. The double fucking soon had Neal's wife on the verge of another climax.

Neal's wife groaned with pain/pleasure as the two cocks fucked both holes.

She heard Martin grunting. "I'm gonna cum in your hot cunt, Baby. You ready?"

"Oh.. oh.. aaahhh... what difference does it make... uughhh... you're gonna ... gonna cum in me ... in me whether I'm ready or not... ooohhhh fuck. You're killing meeeeeeeeeee!"

"Take it, Bitch! Here comes the fuck load!" Martin yelled in her ear. At the same time, she felt his prick swell and throb inside her. She couldn't feel the cum spurting against her womb, but she knew from the spasms shooting through the man's cock, that he was ejaculating inside her cunt again.

Martin was still shooting into her when Carl grunted, "Your ass feels like a vise, Lorraine. I'm gonna pump it full."

His dick hammered in and out of her ass. She was stretched so much that she could hardly tell the difference between Martin's cock that was still throbbing in her pussy and Carl's that was preparing to unload up her ass. A minute later, she was cumming yet again as Carl filled her ass.

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When Lorraine arrived home around 9 PM Sunday evening, Neal was waiting for her. Angela had gone out for the evening and the twins were already asleep.

"Welcome back, Honey," he said smiling.

Lorraine moved easily into his arms and pressed her soft lips passionately against her husband's. "Oh god. I'm glad you're still up. I missed you. I missed you a lot!"

"I'm glad. I've been hard all evening waiting for you to come in that door."

His wife ran her hand over Neal's crotch and felt his rigid shaft. "MMMmmmm... you are hard, Lover. I mean really HARD! And you know how much I like it hard."

"Was it a successful trip?"

"Very! I got the consultantship and $3,000 up front money. I'm sure this will be very lucrative for us over the few years. But I don't want to talk about money. I want my husband to make love to me."

The couple practically ran to their bedroom where they stripped each other rapidly, hardly able to wait. When Neal had his wife naked except for her heels, he pulled her onto the bed and pressed his equally naked body against hers.

"Aren't you going to take off my heels, Honey?"

"I like fucking my hot slut with her heels on."

"I know. And I know you must be wild to fuck me, but I need for you to make love to me tonight. Please. Later you can fuck me."

"Lorraine, I'm always making love to you... sometimes hard... sometimes gentle and soft... but I never just fuck you."

"Mmmmm... then make it gentle and soft the first time, Lover. Please."

Neal put his wife on her back and moved between her thighs. She opened herself and arched her hips preparing to receive his rigid, throbbing shaft. He pressed to her opening and eased it into her. She moaned softly and he gave her more cock. This continued until it was all inside her body. He held himself still and moved his tongue over her closed eyes, her face, her lips, and then downward to her breasts and hard nipples.

Again and again, his tongue made the trip, his cock jerking inside her, but not moving. Finally, he closed his lips over a nipple and sucked, softly at first and then harder. Lorraine's body squirmed beneath him. Her legs rose, circled his hips, and then locked around him at her ankles. Her arms were thrown back over her head. She moaned with the sheer pleasure of her husband's love making.

Ten minutes later, Neal's tongue was still caressing her upper body while his hands cupped and hefted her big breasts, squeezing them whenever his mouth found one of her engorged nipples. She felt her core throbbing around his shaft. As always, its huge girth thrilled her, but tonight even more so.

Her husband flexed his cock within her channel. Once... twice... three times... and more... rapidly swelling and contracting... stretching her pulsing walls and then allowing them to once more contract around his cock.

Lorraine realized she was going to climax. Impossible. He hadn't moved his cock within her vagina, nor had his fingers or tongue touched her now swollen, throbbing clitoris. Yet, she was going to climax. There was no way she could possibly prevent it. Her excitement mounted... higher and higher... it felt like her clitoris was becoming larger and larger... swelling so much it would burst. She felt her rectum beginning to quiver. The lips on her tits... on her nose... on her lips... and eyes where driving her to an incredible peak.

Neal's wife could no longer control her body. She began to tremble... then shake... finally, her body was shuddering. Her mouth flew open as did her eyes. She stared with amazement at the loving and smiling face of the man exciting her to the point she knew she would explode and faint into unconsciousness.

Her husband leaned closer... his lips touched her ear. "Cum, Darling. Cum! Cum now!"

It started in her cunt, of course. Intense rivers of excitement radiating from deep inside her vagina up her sex channel into her clitoris and from there to the swollen lips... upward to her belly, which suddenly went rigid as her muscles went into hard spasms. It reached her tits... then her nipples, which seemed to grow and throb. The tremors invaded her bowels forcing her ass hole to contract over and over and over.

Then, she screamed! Her body erupted. She lost bladder control. It went on and on, for almost a minute. She fainted for the sheer intensity of the orgasm. Her legs falling away from her husband's body to lie limply on the bed. Her chest heaved trying to suck needed oxygen into her lungs. Her tongue lolled out of her open mouth, a thin stream of saliva ran from her mouth down her cheek.

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Over five minutes elapsed before Lorraine opened her eyes and stared up at her husband who was still inside her body, his cock still rigid with lust but not moving.

"That was unreal... unbelievable. How did you do that? How can any man do that? I didn't even know that orgasms like that existed. And My God! You're still hard!"

Neal leaned over his wife's body and pressed his lips to hers. Lorraine returned the kiss with intense passion, grinding her mouth into his as if she were trying to devour him. Her tongue drove inside his mouth and then retreated to receive his. She felt his cock beginning to flex and throb again inside her vagina. His hips moved sensuously against hers, exciting them both and causing her sensitive clitoris to dance in and out of its protective hood.

Once again, her legs rose to encircle and then entrap his body within their fierce grasp. Her tits surged against his chest; her nipples, engorged with blood, tingled and throbbed.

"Now I want you to fuck me, Stud!" she cried.

"I don't fuck you. I make love to you."

"Then make love to me ... HARD... FAST... RAM ME... I WANT IT HARD AND DEEP. GIVE IT TO ME!!"

Lorraine was shocked at fierce intensity with which her husband screwed her. Every stroke drove her hips deep into the mattress. On every stroke, the man on her, rutting her, withdrew his entire sex spike except the bloated head and gave her the full length again and again... stroke after stroke... each one thudding into the bottom of her sex pit against the neck of her womb. Lorraine wished she were not on the pill...she wanted her womb unprotected, fertile, egg-filled, ready for breeding.

Through the haze of her intense passion, she heard her lover say, "I'm about to cum in your hot cunt, Baby. Are you ready?"

Lorraine remembered that two days before another man had asked her the same question. The difference in her answers was enormous.

"I'm always ready for you. Please. Do it now. Cum inside me. Shoot me full, you marvelous Stud!"

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A little over two weeks later, on a Tuesday, the family was enjoying a delicious dinner together. The twins were anxious to get back to their play, but they dutifully sat at the table with their parents and their aunt as they had been taught to do. After everyone had enjoyed dessert of ice cream and cake, the twins were told they could go watch TV or play. Angela, Lorraine, and Neal took care of the dishes and putting up the leftovers.

While they were finishing up, Lorraine asked, "Do you think you could take care of the girls this coming weekend by yourself, Honey?"

"Sure. Why not? I've done it many times before. And Angela is here to help if needed."

"That's just the thing. I have another consultation trip coming up this weekend, and I would like Angela to come with me."

"Ok. Not a problem, but why?"

"First, because it gets very lonely being away two weekends a month and she would be wonderful company. And second, she's getting tired of working at Hooters. I thought if she learned some things about my business, I might be able to hire her. And finally, she hasn't had a break since she arrived. It would be fun for her just to get away for a weekend. Are you Ok with all that?"

"Sure." Neal turned to Angela. "Do you want to go?"

"I'd love to. I know you can handle things, but you won't have any company. It's going to be sort of lonely for you."

"I'll be fine."

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The next evening after dinner, it was Neal who had a question for Lorraine and Angela. "I'd like to take the girls for an overnight stay at the child care center on Wednesday night. They always enjoy being there and are excited about getting to spend the night. Anyone have any objections to that?"

"Not at all. But we've never done that before. What brings this up?"

"That question brings up my second question. Can both of you be home Wednesday evening? Unless you have something that you have to do... some other place you need to be... I would like for the three of us to spend the evening together. Is that possible?"

The women looked at each other quizzically and then shrugged. "I guess so. But again, why? When you told me about your plans for the twins, I thought you wanted to get me alone for the night to ravish me," Lorraine said with a giggle.

"That's exactly what I thought too," Angela grinned.

"Well, there is a good answer to your question, I assure you, but both of you are going to have to wait until Wednesday evening. Don't make any other plans."

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For the next two days, the women talked between themselves about what Neal had in mind for Wednesday evening. They both had guesses, some close... some out in left field, so to speak, but neither had any real clue.

When Wednesday evening arrived, Neal surprised the women by having a catered dinner brought in so no one would have to cook or wash dishes. It was prime rib, baked potatoes, asparagus au gratin, chef's salad, a New York cheesecake, and two bottles of a good cabernet.

"Wow!" Angela exclaimed. "When you make a date with two women at the same time, you really know how to get things started."

When the meal was over, Neal directed his wife and Angela to take seats side-by-side on the large couch. He sat in a lounge chair that he had moved directly in front of the couch. Everyone had a glass of wine and some cheese and crackers were on the side tables.

"I want both of you relaxed. This may not seem like something that's going to be fun, but I hope that it turns out that way. Lorraine, when you took your last trip to St. Louis, Angela suggested that we have sex."

Both women's faces flushed red. "There's no need to be embarrassed. I don't bring it up for that reason. Angela told me that you wouldn't mind if we fucked. Now, the fact is that I would really have enjoyed having sex with your beautiful and very sexy sister, but we didn't do it. I first want to know if she was correct in saying that you wouldn't mind.

"Well... I don't know... That is... well... Oh Shit! The truth is that I feel so badly being away two weekends every month. I wanted it not to be so bad for you. And I know that Angela would enjoy it. I was certain you would too."

"You're right. I'm male... a very randy male as I think you know. I would very much enjoy sex with Angela, but you also should know that I would never cheat on you. So, Angela felt terrible about being rejected as any woman would, and I ended up going to bed with a huge, unsatisfied erection. And just to be completely truthful, Angela came into my bedroom around 1 AM because she felt so badly and so lonely. We cuddled in bed and slept together, but didn't make love or fuck. She felt better, but naturally sleeping next to a naked woman as beautiful as Angela didn't help my raging erection very much."

Lorraine was shocked. She turned to her sister and said, "Is that right? You let him lie there holding you all night with a raging erection that you knew you were causing and didn't do a thing to take care of it? I thought you knew better than to treat a man like that."

Neal started to speak, but Angela beat him to it. "I do know better than that. And I would have loved to take care of his problem, but he made me promise not to before he let me get in bed with him."

Neal nodded to confirm Angela's statement, which mollified his wife somewhat. She was totally amazed at the will power of her husband, but still somewhat put out with her sister.

"Stop, both of you. You're missing the point. I need to know for certain if we are going to have open sex between the three of us. I don't want to have reject Angela like that again. She doesn't want to be rejected like that. I know you don't want your husband cheating behind your back. We either have to stop this entirely... period! Or we have to be open and agree that sex between the three of us is Ok. I want the two of you to discuss this in private later and let me know. Agreed?"

Both women nodded. There really wasn't anything else they could do. Both knew that they had put Neal in an impossible situation and felt very badly about it.

"Now that that item is settled, I want to move on. Are you two Ok?" Neal asked.

"I'm still a little shook up," answered Lorraine coyly, "but I'm fine. What's next?"

"Lorraine, when you were in St. Louis two or three weeks ago, Angela and I were wondering what you were doing. Naturally, we didn't know so I decided to call you so you wouldn't be so lonely and I could tell you how much I loved you. Angela tried to persuade me not to call, which surprised me, but I called anyway. Your cell phone rang ten times, but there was no answer. Then, you turned it off, and I got the usual recorded message that the number I was calling was not available. Why did that happen?"

"I turned it off when I went to bed. It never rang."

Neal paused for a moment, poured himself another glass of wine, and then said, "I need to inform both of you ladies that there is a penalty for lying tonight. Each time you lie or fail to tell the truth, you lose an article of clothing. Do both of you understand?"

Neither woman spoke. "Good. You just told your first lie, my Darling wife. Take off your blouse. Right now. No arguments."

Lorraine hesitated. If she took off her blouse, she would be admitting that she lied. If she didn't, she wasn't certain what her husband would do.

"Lorraine. Please remove your blouse."

Her husband tone was so soft and so loving, she smiled and removed it. She was wearing a bra so it wasn't as embarrassing as it might have been.

"Now Lorraine, your cell phone rang 10 times. If it had been off, it would have rung only three times. After you turned off your phone, I called again. This time, it did ring only three times before I got the recorded message that you weren't on line. Angela heard it and can confirm what I'm saying. Why did you turn off the phone?"

"I was just too tired to talk. I saw that it was you, but I really didn't feel like chatting, so I just turned it off."

"I might have believed you if you had said that before, but you didn't. So, you're lying again. Take off your bra, Lorraine."

Again she hesitated. "Am I going to have ask you twice every time you lie? Please remove your bra so I can see your lovely big tits."

Giving up, Lorraine pulled the bra off and dropped it to the floor. Her large tits swung free, bouncing a little as she removed her bra. "You do have the hottest tits of any woman I know, Honey. I love them and you."

"We'll get back to this in a moment, Lorraine, but now it's Angela's turn. How is the job going at Hooter's, Angela?"

"Fine. Like I said before, it's just a job."

"I understand. Please take off your sweater, Angela."

"But why? I didn't lie."

"Whoops. That's a second lie, Angela. Now you will need to take off both your sweater and your bra. You see, I went to Hooter's and you don't work there at all. In fact, you quit after the first week. Now the sweater and bra, if you please, Angela."

Lorraine looked over at her sister and smiled. "Might as well take it off, Honey. He's got you."

A moment later, both women sat on the couch naked from the waist up. "God. The two of you have absolutely to-die-for tits! I certainly hope when you discuss the sex thing between us, you decide that we will all have sex with each other."

"Now isn't this fun? Ok, Angela. One more question for you. I'm concerned about your studies. You don't seem to be doing very much homework, and that's unusual. How are your grades? Are you still doing well in your studies at the University?"

"I'm doing fine, Neal. Really, I am. There's no need for you to be concerned, but it's really nice that you are. Thank you."

"It's hard for me to see how you can be doing fine in your studies, Angela, when the Registrar has no record of your ever having been enrolled at the University. I know. The Registrar is a good friend of mine, and I checked with him two weeks ago. Now, please remove your skirt, Angela."

Almost in a daze, Angela stood up, removed her skirt, folded it over the arm of the couch and sat back down in nothing but her panties and slippers.

"Open your legs, Angela. I want to see the crotch of your panties."

She smiled seductively and spread her legs. "Why didn't you do this before?"

"Because it would have been behind my wife's back. Now, she's right beside you and I'm not cheating on her. This is a free question. It doesn't count. You can lie if you like without penalty. Are your panties wet?"

Angela's smile became even more seductive. "Very wet. And getting wetter."

"I think she's telling the truth this time," Lorraine ventured.

"I think so too. Back to you, Honey. Why did you turn off the cell phone when I called?"

Lorraine took a deep breath and said, "I didn't turn it off. And I'm not lying! Someone else turned it off."

"I believe you. Who turned it off?"

"His name is Martin Vance. You don't know him. He's a multi-millionaire executive with one of the pharmaceutical companies."

"Again I believe you. Why did he turn it off?"

"Because it was irritating to hear it ringing and ringing."

"Why was it irritating?"

Trapped, Lorraine paused, her stomach churning. Then she blurted out, "He was fucking me."

Neal leaned back, his expression remaining calm. "You're doing exceptionally well, Honey. I had already figured that out and you would have been down to your panties like Angela is if you had not told me the truth."

"Please, Neal. I have to ask. Are you going to divorce me?"

"Do I look like a moron? Or maybe even an idiot? Why in the world would I even consider losing the most loving, the hottest, most considerate, and smartest woman I've ever met? Why would I let the best mother I know get away just because she likes sex? No. I'm not going to divorce you and if you try to divorce me, I'll fight it until hell freezes over! And that is very definitely the truth!"

Lorraine jumped up and ran to her husband, kissing him passionately. He returned her kiss but then said, "Get back on the couch. The interrogation isn't over yet."

Lorraine dutifully took her seat, now breathing much easier since the worst was certainly over.

"Lorraine, you are primarily responsible for the wonderful house in which we live, for all the advantages we've been able to provide to Angela, for the financial security we enjoy, and so on. I can't even begin to make enough money to provide for us like you do. I want you know how much I do appreciate what you've done. How much money is your marketing consulting business making a year now? Approximately, that is."

Lorraine thought for a few moments and then replied, "Well, of course it varies, but right now, its about $80,000 to $100,000 per year, I would guess."

"Really? Take off your skirt, Lorraine. You are not making a single dime out of your consulting business because there is no marketing consulting business."

Lorraine opened her mouth to protest but Neal held up his hand. "If you deny it, that will be another lie and your panties will also be forfeit. Take off your skirt."

Like Angela before her, his wife stood, removed her skirt, put it over the arm of the chair, and sat back down. "I suppose you want my legs open too," she said.

"Of course, and when you're spread, tell me if your panties are wet. Like Angela, the question doesn't count."

Lorraine spread herself as wide as possible and said, "There's no way I could lie here. You can see I'm so wet my panties are almost transparent now."

"God! You two look delicious sitting there like that. I'm hard as stone now... as I'm sure both of you know."

"Take heart. I'm almost finished with my questions. Lorraine, what's in Safety Deposit Box 1157?"

"I don't know anything about a safety deposit box other than the one we have for our important papers."

"Please remove your panties, Honey. I'm really dying to see your hot, wet cunt."

"I don't know anything about that."

"Bull shit! If that's the case, why did I have to pay a $100 rental fee the last time I went to the bank two months ago? And why do the bank's entry logs show that you open that box every single time you make a cash deposit to our joint account? Take off your panties!"

Trapped, Lorraine lifted her ass off the couch and stripped the sodden panties down her thighs. When she settled back on the couch, she spread wide open and even reached down and opened her cunt with her fingers. "You know we'll have to recover this couch don't you? I'm so wet, it's going to stain."

"You just look delicious. I can hardly wait to eat you and get into your incredibly exciting pussy."

"Angela, what's in Safety Deposit Box 1198?"

"Money... cash," came her reply. Having just seen what happened to her sister, she knew there was no reason to lie.

"Where does the money come from that in the box?"

"Lorraine gives it to me, and I put it in the box."

Now Neal had to pause to consider the answer. It came so quickly, that he felt it to be the truth, but there had to be catch. "I believe you. My wife is giving you a gift so you'll have some financial security. It isn't money that you've earned?"

"That's right. She makes a lot of money and gives me some from time to time."

"Not true! Take off your panties, Angela. I'm want to see your sexy cunt too. Two hot women... four big, beautiful tits, and now two, wet, shaved, sexy cunts. Take off your panties."

"It's true," she whined.

"No it isn't. Because the deposit dates are always different for the two boxes. If she were giving you money, some of the time you would both access the boxes on the same day and at the same time. There isn't a single case when that has happened. I've seen the entry logs. Take off your panties, Angela."

Like Lorraine, Angela lifted her ass and pulled her panties off. Then, without prompting, she assumed the same spread position as Lorraine, and like her older sister, held her cunt open for Neal to see.

Both naked women spread wide as ordered.

"Fantastic! Just fantastic! I have only one more question. It's the same for both of you. So each of you will write your answer on these slips of paper so you won't know what the other is saying. I need to tell you that your slippers and shoes don't count as clothing. So you're both naked now and have nothing left to take off as a penalty. Therefore,... (here Neal removed his belt)... therefore, if you lie, I will bend you over the back of the couch on which you sit and whip your naked ass six times with this belt. And I can promise you that it will hurt... a lot! So tell the truth."

"How did you make the money that's in the two safety deposit boxes?"

Neal poured himself another glass of cabernet as the two naked women thought about what to write. Finally, Lorraine wrote no more than few words, folded the paper, and handed it to her husband. Angela was wringing her hands. Lorraine spoke up. "Tell the truth, Honey. I know my husband. It will be all right. Just tell the simple truth."

Angela nodded and wrote a few words, folded the paper, and handed it to her brother-in-law.

Lorraine's slip read, "I'm a call girl."

Angela's slip read, "I'm a whore."

"Prostitutes... I deduced as much six weeks or so ago," said Neal calmly. "I assume this coming weekend either one very rich guy, who has a grossly inflated opinion of his sexual stamina, or two or more very rich men have hired both of you for fun and games. Right? The questions are over so you can lie if you like. No penalty, but I won't like it."

Lorraine responded. "It's a couple of guys with more money than they could ever spend. Friday night they're going to ball us both on their yacht. On Saturday, they're setting up a bachelor party for one of their friends. Angela and I are the entertainment."

"Is it really out of town?"

"No. They rented two adjoining suites at the Hilton. Are you really Ok with all this?"

"I must admit that when I first came to the inescapable conclusion that you were whoring yourself, I was angry. I was going to confront you immediately, but I fortunately remembered something a wise friend of mine had once said, that one should never act hastily. Well, I've had several weeks to think about this.

"If you were fucking other men because they turn you on or, even worse, because you love them or because I'm not satisfying you, I would hate it... just absolutely hate it. But you're doing it for the money. I suppose you're enjoying it too, but money is the motivator. Tell me, do you enjoy it?"

"Yes, I do, but it's mainly for the money," Lorraine answered softly. "God, I'm so glad this is finally out in the open. I hate deceiving you, just hate it! You must hate me."

"No, I don't hate you. I love you. While I was still stewing about it, I realized that if it weren't for you, doing what you're doing, we'd still be stuck in that apartment struggling to make ends meet. You know, it's actually exciting to think about the fact that these guys are willing to pay thousands just to have you for one evening, while I have you all my life freely because you love me. That's a very warm, wonderful feeling. Besides all that, it's incredibly lucrative. So... yeah. I'm Ok with all this."

Neal placed the slips face up on the coffee table where each woman could see what the other had written. "Now that the questions are over, I have reservations at the Omega Club for three. We're going to dance, drink, laugh and have a wonderful evening together. Regretfully, you're both going to need to dress. They won't let naked women inside. So, go get dressed but don't put on too much. While I wait, I'm going to have some crackers and some of this delicious cheese.

Neal expected to have to wait 30 minutes or longer. Women take forever to dress before going out. To his amazement, 15 minutes later, his wife stuck her head out of the bedroom door and called to him. "We're all dressed and ready, Honey, but we don't really want to go to the Club. We've made other plans, but we need a little help."

"Ok. I'll be right there," he replied very pleased that the women didn't take an hour to get ready.

When he entered the master bedroom, he saw Lorraine and Angela each lying on the large bed on their backs. Each woman wore nothing but a pair of 4-inch heels and some red lip-gloss. Each woman had a pillow beneath their ass to elevate their cunt.

"As you can see, Lover. We've decided the first question about sex. Now we're having a huge argument. A little bit ago, you made some snide comment about a rich guy who has a grossly inflated opinion of his sexual powers because he thinks he can handle both of us. Angela thinks you can, and I say 'bullshit'. He won't last an hour. So we made a wager, and now its up to you to see which one of us wins."

Neal didn't require an engraved invitation. Removing his clothes, he watched the two women each sliding their fingers through the wet slit between their legs... then opening it... inviting him... waiting for him. Naked, he approached the bed, his big cock rigid and upright. Watching the advancing male, both Angela and Lorraine steepled their knees. Opening their legs wide, the two women offered him their cunts, hoping they would be the first.

Having had his wife thousands of times, but never her sensuous sister, Neal moved between Angela's open thighs. His tongue slowly licked its way up her inner thigh until it reached her moist, open cunt. She pulled her labia open to expose her throbbing clit, and at the same time, arched her hips into the air where they rotated in a small circle.

Angela groaned as she felt the tongue move across her throbbing clitoris. A moment later, she felt the throbbing organ being pulled into the male mouth pleasuring her where lips clamped around it, holding it in place as the tongue lashed its throbbing tip... over and over... until she was moaning uncontrollably. Her hips thrashed wildly trying to escape the intense pleasure... yet a moment later, she thrust her pussy against Neal's mouth and begged him not to stop.

As her husband worked steadily on Angela's pussy and clit, Lorraine was cupping, squeezing, and sucking her sister's swollen nipples. Her hand was between her own thighs caressing and pleasuring her cunt. As her fingers pumped in and out, Neal's were pumping her sister.

There was no way Angela could hold out against the triple stimulation of her breasts, her vagina, and her clitoris. Her vagina began to contract in repeated spasms. Her legs rose high in the air. Her toes pointed... then her feet arched back. Her juices spurted and at the same time, she howled with the intensity of her orgasm.

Angela's body was still trembling when Neal moved up her body and mounted her. Hooking his arms beneath her legs, he levered them up and back to expose her still throbbing cunt hole to his rigid cock. His hips drove it forward. The thrust hit Angela's cuntal opening dead center causing her to hiss with intense female pleasure as the thick, hard male shaft stretched her vagina into a big circular hole and sank into her depths.

"OOohhhh... shit! You are THICK! Lorraine said you were, but... jezzzzzzzz... fuck me with that thing!"

Neal fucked the trembling woman through two more climaxes before he withdrew and moved between his wife's open thighs. Her vagina was soaked, open, ready.

"Ohhhh yes! Fuck me, Darling. Give it to me hard."

Lorraine emitted a deep guttural groan as her husband's cock began to fuck her. Her eyes clenched shut as she moaned and grunted with every stroke into her throbbing sex channel. Her fingernails raked Neal's back bringing two thin streams of blood. Her excitement rose to an even higher level when she felt Angela's fingers playing with and then entering her anus.

Neal rode his wife high keeping his cock in hard contact with her engorged clitoris as he pumped in and out of cunt. Every time the cock scraped over her swollen female prick, she emitted a deep moan of pleasure.

Sensing that she was about to cum, Neal moved his cock halfway out and reached down to her throbbing clit. His fingers began to massage it. She squealed and rammed her hips upward trying to get the cock back inside her fully primed cunt.

"OH GOD! FUCK ME! HARD! LET ME CUM! FINISH ME!" she wailed.

Neal stopped the motion of his hips, then withdrew his cock. Taking it in his hand, he stroked the head over his wife's pulsing clitoris and then moved it slowly up and down her sex slit. At the same time, Angela was moving two fingers in and out of her ass.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! I CAN'T STAND IT. PLEASE! PLEASE! FUCK ME WITH IT! FINISH ME!"

Neal couldn't bring himself to make his wife wait. He rammed his cock back into her, grinding the base against her clit. When he felt her vagina beginning to contract in hard spasms, he pistoned his cock in and out of her cunt with rapid, hard, determined strokes. His wife's pussy and ass exploded in a series of intense orgasms, one after the other. Her juices spurted drenching their sex organs.

"Oooohhh sooo good... so good... so good. Nobody... nobody fucks me like you do, Darling. Don't stop. Keep giving it to me. Ooohhhhh shittttt... cummingg... can't stop. can't stop. AAAHHHHHH!!"

When her orgasms finally ebbed, Lorraine's legs collapsed onto the bed. Her husband stayed mounted on her, his cock still a rigid spike stuck deep inside her slowly throbbing cunt hole. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide in shock. "You're still hard as a rock. You didn't cum, did you? God... you'd better get ready, Angela. He's gonna fuck you again."

Angela quickly scrambled onto her hand and knees, lowered her head to the bed, held herself open, and waited. A moment later, she felt Neal's cock entering her vagina again. He slowly began pumping her while working his finger in and out of her ass in time to his strokes. Angela's cunt began to thrust back at him as he drove into her depths. Her tongue came out, and she licked her top lip as she took his cock deep inside her body.

Lorraine's hand moved between her husband's legs and began to fondle his balls as they thumped against her sister's clit. "Fuck the hot little slut harder, Darling," she whispered. "Give it to her. Make her cum, Baby. Make her cum again."

Neal began fucking Angela like a street whore. He shoved three fingers into her now dilated ass, held her hips steady, and rammed himself in and out of her cunt with a blind fury. When she came, Angela screamed at the top of her voice... over and over and over. In the middle of her screams, Neal ejaculated five huge streams of cum into her convulsing channel.

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The clock beside the bed said 1:15 AM. Neal had his wife on her hands and knees, head on the bed, as he slowly fucked her ass. It was the second time he had used it during the evening, and it was now so stretched that he was sliding in and out easily.

He pushed his cock into her ass tube. "You don't have a consulting business do you? You make all the money with your cunt and ass, right?" The cock thrust authoritatively back into Lorraine's ass. She purred in appreciation.

Lorraine moaned with pleasure as her husband's cock sank into her ass.

"No... no consulting business," his wife moaned with deep pleasure as she felt her lover's cock being slowly and deliciously pulled from her ass to prepare for the next inward thrust. "I make all the money with my cunt and ass and mouth, Darling... I'm a whore... OH!! Fuck your hot whore, my darling... fuck your whore wife. Make her cum again. Fuck me in the ass and make me cum."

"In the morning, you will tell me every thing."

"Yes, Darling. Every thing. But right now, please ass fuck me hard and deep. I can't stop cumming on your beautiful cock."

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After breakfast the next morning, Lorraine was sitting on her husband's lap, both sipping coffee between soft kisses. Angela was still asleep... essentially unconscious from the exhausting sex of the previous evening.

"I think Angela won the bet, Darling. You were just marvelous. I knew you would be."

"I had a lot of stimulation from my two sensuous women. Did it bother you when I was screwing Angela?"

"Not at all. I was there, and you weren't cheating."

"Will you tell me how it got started and how it works?"

Lorraine kissed him again. "Do you remember your last birthday when we went to the Sultan's Palace where I stripped and did those lap dances?"

"I could hardly forget that. It was incredible!"

"And do you remember that last guy I lap danced for? Jason Harthorne?"

"Sure. He's the guy who offered you $500 to go out to his car and fuck. You turned him down so he offered $750 and then $1,000, but you still said no. What about him?"

"I did turn him down, just like I told you, but when I went to take a shower and get dressed, he bribed Clark to let him into the dressing room."

"He raped you?"

"Of course not. But he did raise the offer to $2,000 and in addition, he suggested that we make it a regular thing, and, if I wanted, he could set me up with his rich friends so I could make a fortune."

"And I guess you accepted?"

"I couldn't turn down that much money. I knew it would solve all the problems we were having. He fucked me on the couch in the dressing room. I made it really good for him, and he loved it. He paid me in cash as soon as we finished. After that, I would meet him a couple of times a week or so, and he gave my office number to some of his friends. One thing led to another, and now, I'm in great demand."

"How did Angela get involved?"

"She couldn't make much money at Hooters. And as soon as Harthorne saw her, he suggested we make it a team effort. She jumped at the chance. I'm sure you have figured out how much she likes sex."

"Why the safe deposit boxes?"

"Well, Angela needs a place to put all the money she's making. And I was afraid to put all the money in our account. I didn't think you would believe that I could be making that amount as a marketing consultant. So I put some in our account... gradually increasing the amount so it would look like the business was growing. The rest went into the box."

"My god! How much money is in that box now?"

Lorraine leaned forward, squeezed her husband's cock, and whispered a number in ear.

"You have to be kidding!" he said in total shock.

"When I deposit the money from this coming weekend, you can go with me and count it for yourself."

After a bit, Lorraine asked, "Any other questions? I'll tell you anything you want to know, Lover... and I'll do anything you like."

"I have one. Is there any possibility that I could get an invitation to the bachelor party this weekend?"

"I thought you might like that. I've already arranged it."

"How did you do that?"

"Simple. I just told the two guys who are putting on the party that I wanted to ask a guy I know, and if he wasn't welcome, Angela and I wouldn't be attending the party. Once I explained it so clearly, there was no further problem."

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At 10 PM, the following Saturday night, Neal sat in a lounge chair sipping a scotch and water in one of the adjoining suites at the Hilton Inn. The bachelor party was in full swing. His cock had been hard when he entered the suite an hour earlier. Now, it felt like a rolled steel bar. It was an unbelievably hot sight.

Angela was on the bed directly across from him. She was on her back, her stocking-clad legs up and back. The guy between her thighs had just pulled her panties aside and was busy nailing his condom-covered cock in and out of her wet, squishing pussy. He thought that the man was the fourth she had taken since he had been in the suite. She grunted and moaned steadily as the cock fucked her.

The stud pumped his cock hard into Angela's cunt.

Standing up, Neal strolled into the next suite to see if that's where they had his wife. It was. She was mounted on a guy reverse cowgirl style leaning forward over his legs. Her hips hammered back and forth on his condom-covered cock. The hot motion on his dick was bringing grunts of masculine pleasure from his mouth every time his wife's cunt slid down his sex prong.

Neal's wife hammered her cunt up and down the guy's cock.

Neal noticed his drink was empty. He heard the man fucking his wife cumming as he exited the room.

Opting for a soft drink and a sandwich this time, Neal estimated that in the hour and a half he had been in the suite, the girls had made over $800 and the evening wasn't over yet. "That's a hell of a lot more than I make," he thought. "Obviously, a P.U.S.S.Y counts for a lot more beans than a Ph.D." He had to chuckle as he squeezed his raging erection. He was in no hurry. After all, the men in the room had only one night with Lorraine. He had the rest of his life.

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