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Subject: {ASSM} Giving Lauren More {Biff Jones} (fict MMMF wife cheat size smoking)
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    Giving Lauren More (fict MMMF wife cheat size smoking)


    "It's not that I'm loose, you know.  He always says that, but it's
not true!"

    "Shhh - quiet down, Lauren.  We're not exactly in private," Andrea
said as a few eyebrows were raised in the small patio café.

    "Sorry.  It just frustrates me, that's all.  Plus, it's not like
I'm a slut or anything, and fucked a ton of guys before we got
married..." Lauren insisted.  Seeing the half smile form on Andrea's
lips, she hurriedly clarified.   "Look, maybe I had some fun, but it's
no worse than any guy has done.  And I don't think a couple dozen is
that bad by 26, really.  It's like three different guys a year since I
was 18.  The point is," she continued, lighting a cigarette, "Nobody
'stretched' me out."

    "Well, you said yourself that you're not happy.  I mean, you told
me Mike is pretty average, like what - 6 inches or so?"  Lauren
nodded.  "Well, I have to tell you, most women would call that just
fine, as long as he knows what to do with it.  I mean, with the
different guys you've been with, you have to know that's pretty
standard equipment down there," rationalized Andrea.

    "I know, I know.  It's just not enough for me, I guess."

    Andrea paused to light a cigarette of her own.  "OK then," she
exhaled.  "What did the doctor say?"

    Lauren looked distraught, as if she was going to burst into tears.
"He said that my vagina is just a bit larger than normal.  But not
unusually so.  I asked him why I don't feel really turned on during
sex and told him that Mike thinks I'm too loose.  The doctor said that
I appear to be less sensitive vaginally than some women and that I may
just prefer the feeling of something larger than normal to get real
pleasure.  He suggested that we see a sex therapist, and maybe
consider including toys in our lovemaking."
    
    Andrea smiled.  "Lauren, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.
Either of them, actually.  Look, we don't have anything else going on
for an hour or so.  There's a place I got a vibrator from not far from
here.  Why don't we go take a look and see if we can find something to
cheer you up?"

    "Andrea, this is Brooklyn.  There's probably a sex shop every 20
feet," Lauren groused.  She took a final drag from her cigarette and
extinguished it in the ashtray.  "Fine.  I guess we can give it a
shot.  I can tell you right now that Mike isn't going to go for the
therapist idea, so maybe this will work better."

**********

     Most adult toy/bookstores tend to be a little on the seedy side,
and this one was no exception.  While not especially dirty, it was a
touch run down, and the neon tinted lighting and racks of pornography
lining the entrance instantly made the women feel a little tainted.
However, instead of the greasy old man Lauren half expected to be
sitting at the counter, a well-built, reasonably attractive college
age boy was running the shop.

    "Hi ladies," he said in a casual, friendly voice.  "Come on in.
Let me know if you need any help finding anything."

    Lauren immediately felt a little better.  She leaned over to
Andrea and whispered in her ear, "I thought this place was going to be
icky, with peep show booths and toothless men!"

    Andrea looked at her friend: stylish but slightly conservative
with an Ann Taylor sweater set and 2.5" heels, medium length chestnut
hair pulled into a ponytail, inconspicuous makeup.  Attractive, but a
little uptown.  "If I thought it would offend your Upper West Side
sensitivities, I wouldn't have brought you here," she teased.  Lauren
slapped her on the arm playfully.

    "Look, just because my husband has a condo there doesn't mean I've
forgotten where I'm from," she retorted.  "I just grew up a little,"
she said, looking at her outfit.  Still, she had to admit privately
that her husband had been exerting some pressure on her taste in
clothing lately, and she wasn't quite as adventurous as she used to
be.  "Let's look around," she suggested to change the subject.

    The ladies made their way through the shop, giggling at some of
the sights.  Lauren picked up a leather-and-metal corset.  Holding it
up to her body, she called, "Hey Andrea - what do you think?  Is it
me?"  Andrea shook her head an emphatic 'no'. 

   They flipped through the videos and magazines, commenting on
attractive actors and actresses.  "Lauren, what do you think about
this one," Andrea teased, holding up a girl on girl film.  

    "Um, I don't think so...  Would you ever do that?" Lauren replied.

    "Only with you, lover."  Andrea winked and blew her a kiss.

    Eventually they made their way to the rear of the store.  The
entire back wall was covered in a dazzling array of vibrators, dildos,
butt plugs, and similar implements.  Lauren slowly let her gaze travel
across the selection.

    "How about this one?" asked Andrea, holding up a pink vibrator.

    "No, I already have a vibrator.  I'm thinking something, well..."
Lauren blushed and lowered her voice, "bigger."

    Andrea selected another, a 7" jelly dildo and held it up.  Lauren
shook her head.  Andrea moved up to a 9" lifelike dong.  Again, Lauren
indicated no.  As Andrea went to grab the next size up, a thick 11"
dildo, she saw Lauren's gaze fixed on a toy on the bottom shelf.

    "No Lauren," she said firmly.

    Lauren reached down and picked it up.  The dildo was very big;
some might even call it huge.  It was around 14" long, but what
intrigued Lauren was the girth.  It had to be about as thick as her
forearm, with a head the size of her fist.  She felt a trickle of
wetness in her panties as he held the dildo.  It was heavy, and firm,
yet flexible.

    "Lauren, are you fucking kidding me?" Andrea gasped.  "That thing
is huge!  You're going to hurt yourself.  No fucking way," she
insisted, taking the dildo.

    The college boy cleared his throat softly from a few feet away.
He looked carefully at the dildo and then Andrea.  "I just wanted to
check and make sure you're finding things okay here.  The bottom shelf
there is mainly for novelty events, just so you know.  Bachelorette
parties, etc..."  

    Andrea blushed fiercely and put down the dildo.  "We'll have to
think about it," she said and grabbed Lauren's hand, leading her out
of the shop.  "Look," she said once they were outside, "I have to get
going to work.  We'll find you something, I promise.  And get that
damned husband of yours to go talk to someone with you, okay?"  She
glanced at the large diamond on Lauren's finger, more than double the
size of her own wedding ring.  "It's not like he can't afford it."
She kissed Lauren on the cheek and walked away, crossing the street
and entering a subway station half a block down.

    Lauren stood quietly in the doorway of the shop for a couple of
minutes, thinking.  Unconsciously, she went back into the store.  The
employee gave her a friendly smile as she entered.  "Back already?"
She grinned weakly and moved into the video section.  Browsing for a
few minutes, she found a section that interested her.  The films were
all oriented around two or three well hung guys with one woman.  She
looked at the box covers until she found a long one with several
different scenes and picked it up.  Then, ignoring the wobble in her
knees, she marched to the back of the store and picked up the novelty
dildo.  Once again, she felt her cunt twitch and moisten just feeling
the thick, veined latex in her hand.  She walked up to the register
with her selections.

    "I think this will make a great gag gift," the young man said with
a knowing smile.  Lauren was relieved that he didn't embarrass her
about it.  "You know," he continued with a serious glance at her
figure, "To make the joke even more realistic, you should probably
consider giving her a good lubricant with this."  He added a bottle of
Astroglide Plus to the pile.  "Tell you what, free of charge - I don't
think you should leave without it."  He rang up her video next,
feeling himself getting turned on by this sexy woman's choices.  From
the looks of it, she was getting ready to fuck the hell out of
herself.

    "$78.50 is the total," he told her finally.

    Lauren reached into her purse and started to take out a credit
card.  Then she thought better of it and pulled out several twenties.
Why let Mike know what she had been doing, she thought to herself.
Suddenly a flush of wickedness rushed through her.  As long as she was
being secretive, she reasoned, she might as well see if she still had
"it".  It wasn't like she was coming back here, and she had seen the
growing erection that tented the young man's pants.

    She intentionally touched his hand as she gave him the cash.  "You
know that this stuff is for me, don't you?" she asked softly.

    He stumbled a bit trying to count out her change.  "Uh, I don't
really ask about that...I guess it's none of my business..."

    "Well," Lauren teased, pulling back her shoulders subtly to make
her chest stand out, "In your professional experience, is there any
advice you'd give me for this purchase?"

    He handed her the change and the bag, staring at the outline of
her breasts stretching the cotton sweater.  "Yeah," he mumbled, "Have
fun."

    She blew him a kiss and turned away, letting her ass sway as she
walked to the door.  Inside, she was laughing wildly.  She may have
mellowed since meeting her husband a couple of years ago, but she
could still twist a man up when she wanted to.  She didn't hear his
second piece of advice, whispered under his breath, "And be careful
with that thing."  

    Lauren looked at her watch: 2:30.  Mike would be working until at
least 7:00, so she had plenty of time to experiment.  Yet, she felt
rushed and excited, so instead of taking the subway, she quickly
hailed a cab.

**********

   Lauren was opening the door to her fifth floor condominium by 3:00
since traffic had been surprisingly light.  One of the nice things
about a career-minded, early-thirties husband in investment banking
was that she had the house to herself quite often, which suited her
fine.  And since neither of them wanted kids, for now at least, there
was nothing to disturb her "experiment".  Well, almost nothing, she
noted as she glanced at the telephone.  A quick touch on the control
pad muted the ringer.  There, she thought with satisfaction, now
everything is perfect.

   She briefly flirted with the idea of a nice bubble bath with
scented candles to set the mood, but realized that she was too keyed
up for that.  It would just delay things and irritate her.  She took
her plain brown shopping bag and her purse and moved into the bedroom.

    Lauren and Mike had a decent sized bedroom by Manhattan standards,
with room enough for a petite entertainment center opposite the bed,
complete with a flat-screen TV and a VCR.  She ejected the tape that
was currently in the machine - some porno with a lesbian sounding
title, she discovered.  Hmm, she thought, Mike's been doing some of
his own watching.  She had never really watched two women together,
she realized suddenly; she might just have to take a look at this tape
sometime.  But not right now.

   She pushed the new tape from the adult bookstore into the machine
and picked up the remote.  Her stylish but functional 2 ½" heels
clicked on the hard wood floors as she walked to her side of the bed
and laid down on her back, still carrying the brown sack.  She clicked
on the television and took her cigarettes from her purse.

   Well, here goes nothing, she thought with sudden skepticism as she
flicked her lighter.  Through the plume of smoke she exhaled, the
first images came onscreen.  She quickly fast-forwarded through the
previews for a bunch of 800 numbers until she got to the title screen.
"Girls Who Need More" it was called.  That certainly describes me, she
laughed internally, with a bit of cynicism.  Try as she might, she
could not recall ever having had sex with an abnormally well-hung guy,
and her husband was pretty run of the mill at 6", but especially
lately she'd just been feeling...unfilled.

   The first scene opened on a blonde with large fake tits standing in
a bar.  She was drinking and smoking a cigarette, and a man approached
her.  Pretty hunky, Lauren thought to herself approvingly.  They
laughed for a couple of minutes and danced, with his hands roaming
fairly freely considering that they had just met.  Then the man
pointed, and the blonde looked over to see two other guys at a table,
one white and one black.  He whispered something in her ear and she
nodded.  The scene cut to a motel room where the blonde was on her
knees with her stretch top pulled down around her waist.  The guy who
had hit on her was unzipping his pants to reveal a long, thick cock.

   Lauren smiled.  That was more like it, she thought to herself as he
stroked himself to a full erection that had to be in the ten-inch
range.  She felt a tingle in her pussy and began unbuttoning her
blouse.  She touched her brassiere-covered breasts and continued
smoking as the action heated up on the video.  

   Soon all three men were naked, and they were all equipped with very
large cocks - the smallest was at least 9" and disproportionately
thick.  Lauren put out her cigarette and reached into her nightstand
for a vibrator.  I'd better get warmed up before I try the new one,
she decided.

   Watching the blonde being fucked by these studs was plenty of
inspiration, and Lauren quickly grew wet as she ran the vibrator over
her panty-clad mound.  She teased herself for several minutes, letting
the excitement build.  Finally, when the blonde lowered herself onto
the longest cock, while sucking the thick guy and letting the third
ass-fuck her, Lauren could hold back no longer.  With a low, throaty
moan, she came to the tingling of the vibrator on her clit.

   That felt great, she thought to herself.  For a second she
considered trying her new toy another time, but the anticipation was
too strong.  She stripped off her panties and pulled her skirt out of
the way.  She smoked another cigarette as a break in order to recover
from her climax, then pulled out the new dildo as a new scene came on.

   The one appeared to be a gang-bang.  One guy was telling four
others the "ground rules" about fucking his wife, and then they all
went into a bedroom.  He kissed her, rather tenderly for a porno, and
announced that she would take each of them one at a time, then he
would have her himself.  As before, when the men stripped they all had
unusually large cocks.  Lauren shivered with excitement.  She ran her
hand across the dildo, trying to get used to the feel of it.

   It was almost incredible, she thought.  The latex cock was so big
that she couldn't nearly get her hand around it.  She realized that it
would actually take two hands to manipulate it inside of her.  If it
fit, that is.  She opened the bottle of Astroglide and poured a
liberal amount over the dildo, smearing it around until it was well
distributed.  The extra on her hand she spread over her pussy,
although she discovered that her cunt was so wet already that the
blonde hair around it was matted.

   Here goes nothing, she told herself.  She put the fist-sized head
of the dildo against the cleft of her pussy lips and pressed.  At
first, nothing happened.  She kept pushing, slowly increasing the
pressure, until she felt it starting to slip a bit.  At the same time,
she felt an enormous spreading of her inner labia.  "Fuck," she
groaned softly, biting her lip.  She kept pushing, and now her pussy
began to respond.  With surprising swiftness, she felt herself loosen
up and felt the dildo begin traveling down her vaginal canal.  Then,
with a twist of her hips, the last barriers disappeared and her cunt
opened to swallow most of the dildo, leaving only two inches
protruding with which to pull it out.

   Lauren left the dildo all the way inserted for long enough to check
the action onscreen.  It looked like a couple of the guys had already
fucked the woman, and her husband was stroking himself in the corner.
Another one finished with a deep groan and slowly withdrew his cock
from her stretched pussy.  A rush of come poured from her gaping cunt
as he moved away.  Shit, they're all coming inside of her, Lauren
thought in amazement.  Sure enough, a broad wet spot on the sheets was
dark with semen and pussy drippings.  The fourth guy immediately moved
in and wiped his thick dick through her sloppy gash a few times to get
it lubricated before shoving it into her, to the cheers of the others.
Lauren feverishly rubbed her clit to the action onscreen, clenching
her pussy around the dildo to keep it from sliding out.

   She realized that the intensity would get her off rapidly, so she
grasped the end of the dildo with both hands and started sliding it
back out.  The sensation was so powerful that her head swam and she
began grunting animalistically.  She felt her climax rushing towards
her, even though she had hardly even begun, so she started fucking
herself with short, rigid strokes.  The dildo, thicker than her wrist,
touched every nerve in her cunt at once and she felt an incredible
orgasm wash over her.

   Several minutes later, feeling groggy in the post-orgasmic
comedown, she realized that her pussy had squeezed the dildo out of
her on its own accord and felt its weight pressing on her crotch.  She
lifted it up and looked at it closely.  Jesus Christ, she thought, how
did this thing ever go 'up there'?  The dildo was just so big that
even after using it once, she was still intimidated by it.  But even
more intimidating, even shaming, was how easily it had gone up her
when she pushed a little.  It didn't even hurt.  I took it like a
ten-dollar hooker...  

   Suddenly Lauren felt cheap and slutty.  She opened a nightstand
drawer and put the dildo in, covering it with underwear.  On second
thought, she added the gang bang videotape to the stash as well.

**********

   "This is Andrea," said the brunette, answering her ringing cell
phone.

   "It's Lauren.  Listen, I have to talk to you."

   "OK, no problem.  I don't have a client right now.  Hang on a sec."
Andrea caught the attention of the other stylist and pointed to the
phone.  Receiving an understanding nod, she grabbed her purse and
slipped out the front door of the salon where a bench was drenched in
the warm afternoon sunlight.  She lit a cigarette and spoke again into
the phone.  "OK, I'm all set.  What's going on?"

   "I did something crazy.  You're not going to believe it."

   "I'm all ears, Lauren.  What's going on?"

   "I went back to that store...you know - that store - and I got a
toy.  I used it earlier this afternoon and it was amazing.  I've never
felt so good in my life!"

   "That's great!  What's the big deal then, you sound like
something's wrong?"

   Andrea nearly choked as she inhaled from her cigarette at Lauren's
next words.  "It was the big one.  The big dildo you told me not to
get.  I bought it, I fucked myself with it, and I loved every second
of it."

   Andrea paused for a few seconds to collect herself.  "Really...no
shit?" she said in shock.

   "I'm a fucking slut," Lauren said miserably.  Andrea could hear the
tears in Lauren's eyes and tried to reassure her.

   "No you're not," she said firmly.  "You just went and did what made
you feel good, and there's nothing slutty about that.  And you did say
you loved it," she pointed out.  "But...didn't it hurt?"

   "No."  Lauren bit her lip and continued, "At first there was this
pressure and it was really intense, but then it just slid right in."
She shuddered, remembering the sensation.  "I've never felt so full,
so stretched...  I came so hard I just about passed out."

   Andrea felt her pussy getting moist.  She had a good sex life with
her own husband but had never 'nearly passed out' from an orgasm, and
she felt a twinge of envy.  Half-joking and half-serious, she said,
"That sounds great to me Lauren.  I'm off work tomorrow.  Maybe I
should come watch you."

   Evidently Lauren didn't find the idea so unusual or funny.  "That
would make me feel better, Andrea.  Then I wouldn't feel like I was so
weird or whatever.  Come by whenever.  I'll let you get back to work,
I guess."  Then she disconnected, still a little out of sorts.

   Andrea looked at her dead cell phone and took a long drag from her
cigarette.  Watching Lauren with that ridiculous toy tomorrow, she
thought?  Well, why not.  She pretended to herself that she didn't
notice the trickle of vaginal secretion running down her inner thigh.

**********

    At exactly 7:30, Lauren heard her husband's keys rattling at the
lock of the front door.  He was as predictable as a foreign car, she
thought with a mixture of pride and irritation.  Having achieved some
measure of seniority in his job as an investment banker at a major
firm, he actually had the luxury of leaving work after only a 12-hour
workday of 7:00 am to 7:00 pm.  She poured herself a drink as he
dropped his briefcase just inside the door and went to hang up his
coat.  Some life, she thought, when twelve-hour, six-day weeks mean
you've made it.  She lit a cigarette and called out a hello.

   Mike simply grunted as he made his way towards the bedroom and its
adjoining bathroom.  No kiss hello, or small talk.  Lauren sighed; it
was just the way he was.

   A couple of hours later, and after two beers and dinner, he was in
a much more pleasant mood.  The couple was sitting on a plush couch
with television reruns idly occupying their attention.  Mike looked
over at his sexy blonde wife.  She really was a knockout, he realized.
Always attractive in his eyes, since dressing a little more
fashionably and toning down some of her makeup and shoes, he found her
irresistible.  He slid his hand up her side and cupped her right
breast.

   "Want to go to the bedroom," he suggested in what he hoped was a
seductive voice.

   Lauren hesitated for a moment.  Things had been very hit or miss
with them lately, sexually.  But she loved her husband and didn't want
to deny him sex, and truth be told, she was already horny again -
although it was more from thinking about that giant dildo than from
thinking of her husband...

   Her mind made up, she leaned back into the plush cushions of the
couch and spread her legs invitingly.  "What's wrong with where we are
right now?" she asked invitingly.

   Mike didn't need a written invitation.  He lifted one of her legs
over his so that he could pull her close and started to kiss her
deeply.  Lauren found herself moaning into her husband's mouth and
pulling his hand between her legs.  While he stroked her through her
slacks, she struggled to quickly undo the hook and tear down the
zipper.  After what seemed like an unreasonable delay, she managed to
open her pants enough to press Mike's fingers into the gap and pierce
the folds of her slick pussy.

   Mike was excited and his cock was straining inside of his boxers.
It had been rare lately than Lauren had been so enthusiastic about
sex, and the warm juices slickening his fingers gave evidence of her
arousal.  Probing her delicious pink mouth with his tongue, he knew
that this wasn't going to be a soft and romantic encounter.  It was
going to be a rough, aggressive rutting.  He could sense that what his
wife really wanted was to be fucked hard.  He spun her over so that
she was kneeling on the cushions with her face resting against the
back of the couch, and then hurriedly dropped his trousers.

   Lauren closed her eyes and waited for the penetration to come.  Her
husband rarely took her doggy-style, but it suited her mood perfectly,
and since it usually allowed a deep penetration, she thought it might
actually be ideal.  Soon enough, she felt his hard cock touch her
moist labia and she focused all of her energy and attention on the two
square inches of flesh that would soon be invaded by her husband's
dick.

   However, when he pushed forward, he slid right in to his balls with
only the slightest hint of friction.  It was sudden enough that he
actually let out a grunt of surprise.  Lauren grimaced and hid her
expression in the soft fabric of the couch.  Far from feeling
rapturously good, Mike's cock was much like a hand trying to scratch
an itch on your back, but missing by just a bit.  If anything, her
experience that afternoon with the dildo had awakened her to just how
unhappy she was with her husband's size.  She tried to conceal a tear
of frustration that slid from one of her eyes.

   Meanwhile, Mike was thrusting about, vainly trying to find an angle
that afforded him some friction and stimulation.  His wife had never
had the tightest pussy that he had fucked, but the past year or so had
been more and more frustrating as she felt looser than ever around
him.  It wasn't like there was no pleasure involved, but he knew she
wasn't enjoying it, and neither was he.  In that realization, the
moment was spoiled.  Mike went quickly from disappointment to anger,
slipping his deflating cock from her cunt and failing to notice the
pearly string of cunt juice that stretched between the his tip and her
inner recesses.

   "What the fuck, Lauren?  I thought you were going to see a doctor
about this?" he yelled angrily.

   Lauren whirled, her face a mask of resentment and hurt.  "Me?  I
did see a doctor.  You know, it's not just you who is unhappy about
this.  The doctor suggested that we see a sex therapist and try to
work this through."

   "I don't need a sex therapist to tell me my wife has a big, loose
cunt!" Mike stormed.

   Lauren was stunned.  She understood his frustration, but couldn't
he see that the problem was hurting her too?  That it might not just
be her problem?  Suddenly her temper flared - she wasn't going to take
the whole rap on this, and she certainly wasn't going to let Mike get
away with what he had said.

   "Well maybe if you weren't such a needle-dicked asshole, you'd know
how to fuck me properly.  But there are plenty of other men who can
take care of that for you if you're going to talk to me that way!"

   She ran crying into the bedroom and slammed the door shut, then
reopened it to throw a pillow and a suit of clothes for Mike into the
hallway.  There was no way he would be joining her in bed that
night...

**********

   The following day had been a mixture of emotional highs and lows.
At some points, Lauren felt thrilled that she had finally told Mike
how she really felt.  Ugly as it was, the truth was liberating.  Her
husband was physically incapable of satisfying her in bed.  She had
always imagined otherwise, telling herself that his love and their
good times together made up for the difference.

   At other moments, she was depressed.  She and Mike had been very
hurtful to each other the night before, and even prior to that.  Their
marriage was in jeopardy and it didn't seem like he was willing to
work on it.  Even if he anatomically could, she told herself with a
dark sarcasm.

   Finally, there were those fleeting moments, more frequent than she
would have liked to admit, where her thoughts fell upon the thick toy
hidden under her panties in a nightstand drawer.  There was something
capable of filling her up properly, she thought.  And of course there
was the video that she had bought, full of women being gang-banged,
some while their husbands watched or participated.  She felt her cunt
greasing up nicely at the thought of that.  What she wouldn't give
right now to see Mike's expression as she took on three or four guys
with nice thick cocks.  Maybe after the third she'd have enough
sympathy to let him climb on and try to fuck her - not that she'd feel
him after all that, but his little dick swimming around in all that
come from the other guys would turn her on anyway.

   The sound of the doorbell chiming broke her reverie and she jumped.
Then she realized it had to be Andrea; after all, Lauren had invited
her over yesterday for a show...  She hurried to the door and let her
friend in.

   "It's about time," Andrea greeted her.  "I was ringing your
doorbell forever.  What, did you get impatient and start already?"

   "No," Lauren replied with a blush.  "I was just...thinking about
something, that's all."

   Andrea breezed past her and headed straight for the bedroom.  "OK,
where is it?" she called over her shoulder.  "I need to see this thing
and decide if it's safe for you, in my expert opinion of course."  She
pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse and lit one as she waited
for Lauren to catch up.

   Lauren bent to her hiding place, then stopped.  "Mike and I, well,
we had a bad fight last night.  Really bad."  She gave Andrea a quick
rundown, receiving a sympathetic expression from her friend.

   "I told you yesterday, I think you two need to talk to someone
about it.  It's not like this issue is going away on its own, and I
hate to break it to you, honey, but he isn't going to get any bigger
or harder as the years go by, if you know what I mean."  That was
enough to get a laugh out of the blonde.  "Now, let me see this
fucking monster you were so excited about yesterday!"

   With no further ado, Lauren opened the drawer and took out the
dildo, presenting it to her friend with a flourish.  "Tada!" she
quipped.

   Andrea almost dropped her cigarette.  "Jesus Christ," she gasped,
"It's fucking huge!"

   Lauren smiled tightly.  "Actually, it feels just about right to
me..."

   The brunette measured with her hand, trying to grasp the entire
toy.  She figured it took roughly one and a half hand-lengths to go
around it, and adding that up in her head, exclaimed, "It has to be
almost eight inches around...It's a little bigger than a Coke can."

   While Andrea was stammering over the size, Lauren had fed her tape
into the bedroom VCR and started it.  She took Andrea's cigarette from
her and sucked hard, inhaling the smoke deeply.  "Watch this," she
urged her friend.

   The scene was much like those from yesterday: one normal sized
woman taking on a group of men with unusually large cocks.  Lauren
found the dialogue especially enticing, full of the men suggesting
that the woman's husband probably never fucked her that way, and the
woman saying that her husband's dick was simply too small to do the
job.  She squirted a generous amount of lube onto the dildo and pulled
off her skirt and underwear.

   Andrea looked at Lauren and found herself staring at the
blonde-furred pussy before her.  She had seen Lauren fully naked
before on occasion, but never this close and never in such a setting.
Suddenly she realized that Lauren really was going to go ahead with
this dildo thing and felt her own cunt starting to ooze.  "Do it," she
whispered.

   Lauren leaned back so that her spine was flush with the wall and
spread her legs as far as they would go.  The position gave Andrea a
bulls-eye view and she leaned in to take advantage of it.  She watched
Lauren put the apple-sized head of the latex cock against her pussy
lips and smear the lubricant around with it.  Then, slowly and
inexorably, she began pushing the dildo inside of herself.

   Having once been through this experience, Lauren was much more
confident than she had been the day before.  She knew that the dildo
would fit, and she shuddered as she remembered how good it had felt.
With that in mind, she didn't hesitate to press the dildo hard into
herself so that when she hit a point of slight resistance, the rubber
dick moved cleanly past it and was engulfed in her twat.

   "Holy shit."  Andrea said it slowly and simply.  The thick dildo
was deeply lodged inside her friend, and Lauren's pussy was stretched
tightly around it.  She watched in awe as Lauren pulled it halfway
out, moaning loudly, then pushed it home once again.  Slowly at first,
but with increasing speed, Lauren began to work the dildo inside of
herself.  Almost by magnetism, Andrea felt her hand slip forward to
touch Lauren's moist clit.  She was rewarded by an encouraging moan
and rubbed it some more.  Then she put her hand on the shaft of the
toy and started fucking Lauren with it.

   Lauren was only too happy to raise her hands above her hand and
stroke her scalp and hair.  Her nerves felt like they were dancing
electrical wires, so stimulated she was.  Andrea fucked her for a few
minutes, then whispered, "I want to try it..."

   Lauren was almost jealous; she didn't want to stop yet.  But she
also wanted her friend to experience this pleasure, so she nodded.
Andrea carefully pulled the dildo out of Lauren, who gasped at the
sudden vacancy.  She stripped off her own jeans and underwear and
started rubbing the thick toy against her own cunt.  Between the
lubricant and Lauren's abundant secretions coating the rubber, and her
own overflowing gash, Andrea felt the toy easily sliding through her
folds.  She continued to rub Lauren's pussy with one hand as she
worked the toy against herself.

   Lauren rocked her hips against her friend's touch, enjoying the
contact but missing the fullness of the dildo.  Her movements caused
two of Andrea's fingers to slip inside and she gasped approvingly.
Andrea took the hint and starting fingerfucking Lauren, first with two
fingers, then rapidly adding a third and a fourth.  All the while, she
was trying to get the dildo started in herself.

   "More," begged Lauren.  "Give me more."  

   "I already have all four fingers in you," Andrea responded.  "What
more do you want?"

   "Give me your thumb," Lauren urged.  "Fuck it - give me your whole
hand!"

   Andrea felt her pussy starting to stretch around the tip of the
dildo as Lauren said that, and her mind was reeling at the first hint
of the sensation her friend must have been experiencing.  Without
thinking, she cupped her fingers and thumb together and did exactly as
Lauren had asked.  It took five thrusts, but within moments Andrea's
fist was buried to the wrist in the blonde.

   "Oh fuck!" screamed Lauren.  "You're fucking fisting me!  Do it to
me - do it!"

   Andrea was more than willing, but she was also trying to get the
dildo inside of herself.  However, no matter what she tried, she could
go no farther than the first inch.  It was like trying to push a
telephone pole past her pubic bone.  Frustrated, she let it fall
between her legs.  "Damn it, it's just too fucking big.  I can't
handle it."

   "I'm sorry," gasped Lauren.  "Just keep fucking me and I'll make it
up to you somehow - I'll eat you out if you want.  Oh God, just keep
going!"

   Neither of the women sensed the presence that had watched for the
past few minutes from the doorway.  Mike had felt badly himself about
their fight the previous night and had called in a couple of favors in
order to leave work at an unheard of afternoon hour so that he could
try to talk to his wife.  But here he found her in bed with her
girlfriend, watching a porno of women being gangfucked, and using the
biggest dildo he had ever seen.  And now Andrea was fist-fucking his
wife!

   He was confused and angry, but also terribly aroused.  Like most
men, he had secretly imagined his wife being with another woman, and
he had always fantasized about her best friend even though she wasn't
strictly his type.  But she was sexy nonetheless, and unattainable
since she and he were married, which only fueled his private desires.
He had felt his cock steadily harden watching her try to take that
ridiculous dildo.  As soon as he saw it come out of his wife, he knew
that his cock would never again satisfy her, but with Andrea, perhaps
there was a chance.  He unfastened his pants and stepped through the
doorway.

   The first awareness either woman had of him was when he put his
hands on Andrea's ass.  She looked over her shoulder in shock and
digested the situation instantly upon seeing Mike's turgid prick.  For
a split second, she thought of her own husband, then felt the heat in
her clit that mattered more at that particular moment.  Andrea lowered
her chest even more, thrusting her hips backward towards Mike.

   Lauren, too, made a fast appraisal of the situation.  For her, the
decision may have been even easier.  Where Andrea was about to cheat
on her husband, Lauren was simply allowing her own husband to take
pleasure that she herself had been unable to give him.  In fact, she
realized suddenly, that would make it so much easier on him when she
starting seeking out well-hung men to fuck herself, a plan she had not
formulated until then.

   "Fuck her Mike," she said calmly.  "She needs it.  Look at her -
her pussy is soaking, and she's so tight that she couldn't handle my
dildo.  You want a nice, tight cunt, don't you?"

   As Lauren egged him on, Mike slipped his dick into her dark-haired
friend.  He immediately felt a friction and a squeezing that he hadn't
experienced in a very long time and had to remain still to avoid
coming prematurely.  Lauren could see it in his eyes.

   "She's really holding onto you, isn't she?  Her pussy, I mean.  I
bet she feels like a hot, wet, sticky glove around your cock.  Isn't
that right?"  He moaned his agreement, and even Andrea started gasping
at both the fucking she was receiving as well as Lauren's raunchy
dialogue.

   "That's how I feel with her fist inside of me," Lauren continued,
gently reminding her friend to start fucking her again.  "And that's
how I feel with that big dildo inside of me."  The pleasure cries of
all three of them began filling the air.  Finally, close to her own
orgasm and sensing Mike's need to come, she went on, "And that's how
I'm going to feel when I start fucking other men who have cocks that
can fill me up."

   Mike groaned at the slutty way that Lauren was taunting him, not to
mention the exquisite pleasure her best friend's tight slit was giving
him.  Andrea was really working her vaginal muscles around his shaft.
As long as she was fucking another man, she wanted to make the most of
the experience.  He thrust into her with long, deep strokes, feeling
his balls slap her inner thighs at the bottom of each movement.  Soon,
sweat was beginning to drip from his forehead from the effort to screw
her properly yet hold back his come.  Then Lauren started back in with
the dirty talk.

   "Are you going to come in her, honey?  Are you ready to pump my
best friend full of the come that only I've gotten for the past
several years?  I know you want to.  I've seen you looking at her
tits, and her ass, when you thought I didn't notice.  You've wanted to
nail her for years.  Shoot your come up her tight, squeezing pussy."

   Surprisingly, it was Andrea who got off first.  Between Lauren's
snatch lewdly speared on her fist, and the first-rate drilling that
she was taking from Mike, she let herself be swept away in pleasure.
Mike was only seconds behind, and the heat from his injection of sperm
radiated through her abdomen and intensified her orgasm.  His grunts
of release filled the room and drowned out the screaming of the women.
Yet Lauren still hadn't come, even with all of that stimulation.

   She closed her eyes and imagined herself being the woman in the
porn movies she had watched, at the center of a number of guys all
lined up to fuck her.  Rubbing her own clit, she pretended that
Andrea's fist inside of her was actually a huge cock plunging her
inner depths.  Her orgasm started building and she pictured Mike
sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her fuck man after man,
letting them fill her pussy with their hot seed.  Finally she came
powerfully, with a long, low moan that came from deep in her chest.

   A few minutes later, she regained her focus.  Andrea had pulled her
hand free and was trying to wipe the leaking semen from her cunt with
part of the bed sheet.  Mike was looking at Lauren's gaping pussy with
an awed expression.  Lauren knew that, for better or worse, their
relationship would never be the same.

   She spoke up quietly.  "Mike, you have my permission to fuck Andrea
whenever you want, if that's okay with her."  Andrea smiled her
approval.

   "What does that mean for us - for you?"

   "From now on, I think what you and I do together is going to be a
little different," she said.

   Mike picked up the dildo.  "Does that mean you want me to use this
on you?"

   Lauren nodded.  "That's part of it.  But you'd better take me up on
doing Andrea.  Because I'm going to be getting fucked a lot myself,
and you're either going to accept that or things aren't going to work
out with us."

   Mike looked stunned and confused.  Andrea moved over to sit in his
lap.  Kissing him with a hint of tongue, she whispered, "You two are
good together - don't throw that away.  Lauren needs more than you can
give her; you need to accept that and find a way to make it work.  Who
knows, maybe you'll even enjoy it?"  She kissed him again and then
headed towards the shower to clean off before going home.  Mike looked
at Lauren and then at her hungry pussy.  "Okay," he said simply.

**********

   "34B-26-35 married blonde, sexy, early 30's, seeks exceptionally
well hung studs for fun and games.  Bring your friends and I'll
entertain.  Under 10" need not respond."

   Lauren stopped typing and picked up her cigarette, looking at the
screen carefully.  So far, so good, she mused as she exhaled a stream
of smoke through pursed lips.  She clicked a link to add a couple of
photos of herself, one fully nude and using her dildo.  Then,
satisfied, she submitted the ad to the swinger site and looked at
Mike.

   "Well, if that doesn't bring them, I guess I'm off to the singles
bars," she quipped.  

   In the week that had passed since Mike had discovered Lauren's
secret, they had talked extensively.  They had even fucked once, with
mixed results.  More frequently though, Mike had hammered Lauren with
the huge dildo either while or before a fabulous blowjob.  Lauren had
started to deep-throat him, commenting that learning to do that should
allow her to swallow almost half the length of the pricks that she
planned on finding.  He rapidly discovered that seeing Lauren's cunt
stretched around the dildo was a huge turn-on for him, especially
since she got so excited and vocal.

   Lauren had adapted rapidly to the big dildo, and it now fit her
pussy like it had been made for her.  She no longer felt any
discomfort when inserting it and commented to Mike that it was going
to take a lot of cock to please her from now on.  During one of their
sessions with the toy, she had been watching a new fetish video that
she had ordered online and started coming very suddenly at one point
as Mike shafted her with the thick dong.  He was startled by her
sudden orgasm and looked over his shoulder to find a scene in which an
Asian woman was being fucked in the pussy by two men at the same time.
A smile crossed his face, and he looked at his wife.

   "Is that what got you off?" he asked, motioning to the screen.

   Lauren nodded limply, light-headed from her climax.

   Mike slowly pulled the dildo from her snatch, ignoring the
disappointed expression and protest of "I'm not done yet!" that she
gave him.  "It's called a double vaginal penetration," he explained to
her, searching between the mattress and box spring.

   "How do you know that, Mr. Conservative?" she probed skeptically.

   "I looked at the movie while you were sleeping the other day,
trying to plan a surprise.  When I saw this, I looked it up on the
Internet."  He pulled a more normal sized dildo from under the
mattress and began rubbing it against her sopping hole.  Within
seconds he had easily slipped it eight inches into her pussy.
Stroking his rigid cock, he pushed Lauren flat on the bed and climbed
on top of her.  He put the head of his cock to her pussy and gradually
pressed it into her alongside of the dildo.

   "Holy fuck," Lauren breathed.  "You planned this out ahead of
time?"  She moaned as her husband's dick slid into her alongside the
dildo.

   Mike hushed her.  "Shut up and imagine you're getting two dicks in
you at once.  I got this one because I thought even you would have a
hard time handling the big one in you while I did this."

   Lauren was panting in ecstasy as her husband moved within her.
Simply leaving the dildo buried in her, he thrust his cock in and out
like a jackhammer.  The tightness of her overfilled cunt was
exhilarating to him.  Lauren had never felt like this around his
average sized cock and he loved it.  At the same time, she was
experiencing a level of pleasure from his fucking that she had never
experienced with Mike either.  In fact, the couple was having the best
sex of their entire relationship at that moment.

   "Fuck me, Mike!  Fuck me hard!" she screamed, clawing at his back
frantically.  Her legs were hooked around and behind his, pulling him
as deeply into her as he could go.  "Oh God, yes, you're going to make
me come...keep going...shit - oh shit!  I'm coming!" 

   Mike felt her pussy muscles clenching around the double intrusion
of his cock and the toy and let his resistance fade.  He had been
intensely focused on holding back his ejaculation until Lauren came
again, and now let himself go and released a thick burst of jism
inside of her steaming pit.  He was so excited that he experienced
nearly a dozen contractions, each sending a spurt of hot goo into his
wife.  When he finally pulled his softening member from her, a stream
of white cream immediately gushed out to puddle around her ass.
Growing more comfortable in her new role as an insatiable slut, Lauren
pulled the come-covered dildo from herself and slowly sucked it clean
of their mixed juices.  Then she smiled and kissed him lightly.

   "That was wonderful, honey.  Thank you."

   That night they slept together with arms intertwined, happier and
more sexually sated than at any point before in their marriage.

**********

   Lauren lit a cigarette and took a slow drag, reviewing the list of
new emails in her inbox.  There were no less than 64 responses to her
ad in one day.  She screened them quickly.  Those who had come across
especially crudely were discarded immediately, as were a couple that
had made disparaging remarks about her husband's ability to satisfy
her.  I may need more dick than he can give me, she thought, but I
still love him and we seem to have worked through our little issue.

   Others were rejected based on looks or cock size from their
attached photos.  By the time she finished, there were seven
candidates that she was interested in responding to.  On the first
glance, after reviewing their attached photos, there wasn't a single
one that she wouldn't fuck in a second.  If, that is, their photos
were legitimate and they weren't assholes.

   However, there was one that jumped out at her immediately.  The
note had read, "Lauren, you sound like an incredibly sexy woman in
need of some deep attention that I would be pleased to provide.  I
have three discreet, good friends that have the attributes you are
seeking, and we have done this before for another woman with your
tastes.  I have enclosed a reference for your inquiry, as well as a
photo.  I hope we can meet you soon."  

   The photo was of a finely toned, muscular man with a fabulous
twelve-inch cock that was incredibly thick.  Lauren found herself wet
instantly and was very attracted to the man's appearance.  She quickly
emailed the woman to whom he had referred her and played with her
pussy while looking at his photo.

   She was startled by the rapid response that appeared in her email
box from the woman.  She must have been online when Lauren emailed
her.

   "Robert and his friends are incredible," the message said.  "I fuck
them all together at least once a month, and separately quite often.
I've never been so satisfied by a lover in my life.  You owe it to
yourself to experience them.  -Kaye"

   Lauren pressed a fourth finger into herself while frigging her clit
with the other hand and came lightly.  That clinches it, she decided.
She emailed Robert and suggested a meeting for the following evening
at the bar of a hotel near Times Square.

**********

   "You haven't dressed like that for me in a long time," Mike
complained weakly.  He was watching Lauren prepare for her "date" with
Robert.  Contrary to her standard outfits and makeup, which were a bit
conservative, Lauren was wearing a translucent, cream silk blouse that
let her lacy white bra become visible.  On the bottom, she wore a
shiny black leather skirt that stopped at mid-thigh, showing off an
expanse of nylon clad leg ending in 4" wedge high heels.  Her lipstick
was wine colored and she wore eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner.  She
laughed at her husband and set down her cigarette, kissing him
romantically.

   "You don't like it when I look like this," she reminded him pertly.
"That's why I stopped doing it, remember?  You told me I looked like I
was 'sexed up' and that I ought to be more conservative in public."

   She put her hand on his stiff, 6" cock and rubbed it through his
pants.  "I...well, maybe I was wrong..." Mike stammered.

   Lauren laughed again, turning away and picking up her cigarette.
"Maybe you were.  We'll see after my 'date', won't we?  Who knows,
maybe nothing will happen."

   Mike gulped as he watched his wife put on the finishing touches.
He'd seen the pictures of Robert too, and he knew that unless
something went very wrong, there was no way his horny wife would be
able to resist that massive cock.

   Shortly thereafter, Lauren was on her way in a taxi.  It was only a
15-minute drive barring unusual traffic, so before she knew it, they
were pulling into the circular drop-off area of the Hotel
Intercontinental.  She tipped the driver generously, having enjoyed
his subtle, lecherous glances at her through the rear-view mirror.
Stepping out of the cab, she felt a tingle in her twat.  Was she
really going to go through with it - fuck another man after years of
marriage?  Men, she corrected herself.  She had a feeling her date
would not be alone.

   Suddenly a hand touched her elbow.  "Lauren?" a man's deep voice
inquired cautiously.

   She turned and found the smiling face of Robert looking down on
her.  He was tall, she noted instantly, guessing his height to be
around 6'3".  She took a moment to admire his firm physique and
powerful shoulders before letting her eyes flicker down to assess the
bulge in his crotch.  She was not disappointed.  Although he did not
appear to be erect, Robert had more than enough cock to fill his
slacks tightly nonetheless.  Lauren felt a rush of anticipation and
smiled at him.

   "I have a table waiting inside for us," he said, taking her hand.
Lauren noticed the distinct emphasis Robert had placed on the word
"us" and felt the tingle in her pussy turn into a trickle of wetness.

   Lauren allowed herself to be ushered in to a dimly lit lounge.
Instrumental jazz was playing in the background and small oil lamps
glowed on each table.  Robert led her to semicircular booth in the
back where three men were already sitting with drinks.  Lauren gasped
softly as she realized that two of Robert's friends were black.

   A chuckle near her ear made her turn.  "You said you wanted men who
had the right kind of equipment - you didn't say they had to be
white."  Lauren blushed, but nodded nonetheless.  As they reached the
table, the men stood and introduced themselves as James, Marcus, and
Alex.  They motioned for her to sit and slid in around her, two to a
side.  Instantly a waitress appeared with a martini glass full of pink
liquid.

   "You drink cosmopolitans," Robert stated simply.  Lauren looked at
him in shock.  "I checked with your husband after you left."

   "You - you talked to Mike?" she stammered.

   "Sure," he replied easily.  I just wanted to be sure it was cool
with him that you were going to be very late getting home tonight."

   Lauren flared for a moment.  "I don't care whether he said yes or
no, I told him that I need a big dick in me!"  Then, stunned by her
own brazen words, she gulped down half of her drink and looked at the
smiling men with a sheepish expression.  "Sorry...  Do you mind if I
smoke?  I'm a little wound up," she said as she pulled a pack of
cigarettes from her purse.

   "Hell no, baby," said James.  "You go right ahead and get
comfortable.  Besides, it's kind of sexy."

   Lauren lit a cigarette and drew hard on it, inhaling deeply.  Her
pussy was so wet that it felt like she had peed herself.  Here she was
in a smoky lounge, surrounded by men who were here for one reason only
- to fuck her senseless.  Her husband was waiting at home for her,
knowing what she was about to do.  She took another drag and exhaled
slowly, surveying the men.  Suddenly a feeling of confidence and power
filled her.  She was calling the shots, and tonight was about her
pleasure.  About her being properly filled by a thick cock.  She
finished her drink, and a nearly imperceptible signal from Robert had
another before her almost instantly.

   "So gentlemen," she purred.  "Would it be safe to assume that you
find me attractive?"  She made smoldering eye contact with each of
them, ending with James and blowing a stream of smoke towards his
face.  There was a general chorus of "Yes", "Absolutely", and "Hell
yeah" that went around the table.  She continued, "Would it also be
safe to assume that you have obtained a room at this fine hotel?"

   "You know we did, Lauren," answered Robert quietly.  "I didn't know
if this was going to be a get-to-know-you, or more, but the Boy Scout
motto is to 'be prepared'.  I think they also say something about
helping others in need, and from the emails we had, I believe you may
fit that description."

   They continued a sexually charged banter for about a half an hour
more, which was enough time for Lauren to finish a third drink and a
few more cigarettes.  Finally, she felt relaxed enough to press
onward.  At her request, the group stood and moved toward the lobby of
the hotel.

**********

   "It's fucking huge," Lauren whispered, gazing at Marcus's thick
black cock.  It was easily a foot long and nearly as thick as her
enormous dildo.  "I didn't realize they made cocks this big."

   "There aren't many," Marcus admitted.  "When I was a kid, the
doctor told me I was something like 1 in 15,000.  But baby, this is
New York City.  That still means there are about 500 of us running
around.  Of course," he laughed, looking around at the other men as
they stripped, "You got four of us here, so that's kind of like a
monopoly on your part."

   Lauren reached out to touch the thick member.  It felt amazing in
her hand: warm, smooth, and pumping with blood.  Her pussy was so wet
by now that her juices had soaked through it and were leaking down her
legs.  She could actually smell herself in the air.  The ride in the
elevator hadn't helped much in that regard.  The men had taken turns
groping and kissing her.  She had simply closed her eyes and let it
all happen, not caring which was which.  She had rubbed some of their
cocks through their pants and been suitably impressed, but that was
nothing compared to seeing the live naked flesh.

   Soon, all of the men were standing nude in front of her.  They were
all in terrific shape and none had a cock smaller than 11", so there
was no shame or hiding away.  These men were all entirely confident in
their bodies and felt no awkwardness in being naked around each other.

   Still stroking Marcus gently, she surveyed the other men.  Robert's
cock, she had seen from his photos.  It was equally impressive in
real-life - thick, long, and delicious looking.  Alex, the other white
man, had an 11" tool that looked like it was simply made for fucking.
Where some of the other men had dicks that would outright scare away
some women, Alex was just enough smaller that those same women would
give him a shot, and then realize when he was halfway inside them that
they had never imagined anything so big penetrating their pussies
before.

   Finally there was James.  She couldn't take her eyes off of his
prick once it slid into view.  He was actually a touch bigger than the
dildo.  She would have guessed 14", but it could have been more.  He
was thicker than a beer can.  He grinned at her stare.  "I have to
have my pants custom tailored," he admitted to her.  

   "Jesus fucking Christ," she gasped.  "You've actually put that in
someone?"

   "Sure," he said quietly.  "Lots of times.  I'll be putting it in
you pretty soon."

   Lauren pulled her panties off from underneath her skirt and tossed
them aside.  Then she unzipped her skirt and slid it from her shapely
ass.  Finally she simply unbuttoned her silk blouse to expose her bra
to the men.  Lying back on the bed, she spread her legs widely.  I
must look like such a slut, she thought to herself.  But with the
burning heat in her vagina, she didn't care.  "Who's first?" she asked
huskily.

   Marcus, having already been stroked to full hardness, stepped
forward and planted the mushroom-head of his phallus against her slick
opening.  "You ever fuck a black man?" he asked quietly.  She shook
her head no.  "You have now," he grinned, pressing his girth into her.
She moaned loudly as he penetrated her.  His dick felt like a steel
pole moving inexorably towards her cervix.  Finally it was all inside
of her and she whimpered with pleasure from the hyper-sensation.
Voices murmured around her, but she had difficulty making out the
words.

   Marcus's lips moved above her face.  Finally she understood him.
"The boys want to know if you want us all on you at one time, or if
you want to pull a train."

   "All," she whispered.  "Give it to me."

    And they did.  Lauren closed her eyes, the better to enjoy the
incredible sensations that her body was experiencing.  She felt the
friction of a cock sliding inside of her, fucking her relentlessly,
slamming her ass to the mattress.  She took dicks in each of her
hands, rubbing and stroking them, sliding her fingers across the meaty
heads.  One after another, the men alternated using her mouth.  Some
kissed her, slipping their tongues across hers.  At other times, she
felt the head of a cock slip between her lips and travel as deeply
into her mouth as she could handle.  The men were gentle with her,
always sensing how much she could take, and never once did one of them
go so deeply into her mouth that she gagged.  But simply stretching
her mouth around that thickness was challenging for her, and she loved
it.

   Hands and mouths descended on her breasts.  She felt her nipples
being pulled and sucked like little lollipops.  Strong fingers
squeezed her tits, pressing them together and working the flesh like a
masseur. 

   Most of all, she felt the welcome invasion of her cunt.  Each man
fucked her long and hard, and although their strokes and their motions
varied, the feeling of overwhelming fullness never wavered.  Except in
those brief moments when one man slipped out and was rapidly replaced
by another, she was constantly stretched in the most amazing way.  In
the way she had desperately wanted, and had sought with her huge
dildo.  But this was so much better, she knew now, having a real man
thrusting away between her legs.  She felt deep shocks and shudders
wracking her body and dimly heard voices speaking around her, as if
she was halfway in another dimension from their source.

   "Damn, look at this chick go.  She's losing her fucking mind."

   "It's like she's having one big orgasm."

   Lauren faintly realized that in fact, she was having one big
orgasm, or so it seemed.  The ecstasy had grown so intense that she
was unable to distinguish the times when she came from the times when
she was not coming.  Her entire body was one giant nerve that led
directly to her pussy, and it was being stimulated by a million volts
of pleasure all at once.  In fact, such was her condition that it was
only when James lay across her and pressed his legend-making prick
into her well-fucked hole that she had a new reaction.  And that was
simply a long, low groan.  As he pushed his dick into her straining
pussy, Lauren cried, "Oh my God...oh my God yes..."

   Then her awareness was filled with nothing but the pleasure of this
mammoth dick wedged inside of her, striking her deepest depths and
piercing them, spreading her slit until the lips were blazing from the
intrusion.  She felt his thrusts accelerate and feebly tried to lift
her hips to meet him.  Her voice rose in rich screams of pleasure as
he hammered her with his tool.

   Suddenly it was over.  The pressure in her vagina was gone,
although she felt a gaping vacancy between her legs.  Her skin was
tingling and her muscles felt weak.

   "Lauren, open your eyes."

   She tried to respond, slowly, and after the command was repeated
twice more, her eyes fluttered open and gradually focused on the face
before her.  It was Robert, fully dressed.  The others had already
gone.  She smiled weakly, pressing her hand down onto her pussy.  It
came away sticky and covered with semen.

   "Your husband said you were on the pill, and you didn't ask us to
use condoms," Robert explained, noting her surprise.  "But we're all
thoroughly checked out."  She nodded wearily, feeling the stream of
come leaking slowly from her overfilled gash.

   "You didn't do a DP on me," she pouted.

   "Us - double penetrate you?"  Robert laughed heartily.  "Baby,
you're an amazing fuck, and you can take a right-big dick, but
thinking like that is just going to get you injured.  You ought to
have your husband and one of his friends take care of you for that."
She nodded, realizing he was probably right.  

   Robert kissed her gently, tasting her sweet tongue.  "We'll be
happy to fuck you again any time you want.  You know how to reach me."
Then he was gone.

   Lauren heard the hotel door click shut behind him and sighed
softly.  She supposed that she would have to get cleaned up and go
home sometime soon, but she just wanted to lie there a bit longer.
Then she felt a weight press into the bed next to her.  It was Mike,
and he was naked.

   "How long have you-" she began.

   He hushed her.  "I just arrived.  Robert called after they were
finished, said you were out cold.  He told me where to come meet you."
He looked down at her widely gaping cunt with its river of come
pouring out.  "Well, was it what you needed?"

   Lauren grinned hugely.  "Yeah.  I loved it.  Are you okay?" she
asked gently.  After all, she really did love him.

   Mike chuckled.  "Sure.  Actually, I fucked Andrea twice tonight, so
I'm feeling pretty good."

   At that, Lauren burst into laughter.  "What a fucked up marriage we
have," she pointed out.  "But I think it could work."  Mike nodded.
"So, do you want to fuck your sloppy slut of a wife?" she inquired
primly.

   He pretended to think about it for a moment.  "Well, I don't know
if you'd really feel me right now.  But," he went on, turning around
so that his head was near the foot of the bed, "We could always use
our mouths on each other."

   He climbed over her and let his cock touch her mouth.  She smelled
Andrea's pussy on him and smiled, then opened her lips and took him
deeply in.  Meanwhile, his tongue descended on her messy, sweet cunt
and he began to suck her as well.  Their 69 lovemaking was long and
gentle and they slowly built each other up to one final, peaceful
orgasm of the night, each swallowing the other's juices.  Then they
kissed and slept, knowing that things would be fine between them and
accepting the new lifestyle that had revitalized and perhaps salvaged
their relationship.


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