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Subject: {ASSM} Boat Show Showboat  by Shooter (hot wife ir M+)
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Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 16:10:02 -0400
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Boat Show Showboat

by shooter3704 (C)

Foreword: This is a story about sex with multiple partners and some 
interracial sex with a black man and a white woman. If that isn't your cup 
of tea you should stop reading now. Otherwise enjoy this totally fantasy 
tale. There is not one word of truth in it.

*

Joe's story:

I suppose I'm like a lot of married men. I want my wife to be a slut. I also 
want her not to be a slut. I know that is confusing, it is to me, too. I 
want my wife to be a total slut and to fuck anybody anytime I say. On the 
other hand I want her to be a chaste wife and good mother to our children 
when we have them. I'm bewildered, but not stupid, so I know it can't be 
both ways. It's just that I can't make up my mind on which side of the issue 
I want to come down on. My name is Joe Hawkins.

My wife Debbie, is twenty five and one hell of a looker. It's not just me 
that thinks that either. Deb is a petit woman only five two but boy is she 
stacked! Thirty eight D's on top and a nice tight ass. Her hair is such a 
deep red that is only red in bright sunlight. She normally wears it about 
shoulder length. Deb worked as a fashion designer for a large company until 
the last merger put her out of work. She has spent much of the last month 
having interviews and putting in her application at various places.

Normally Debbie is a sexual dynamo and ready for sex anytime. She's 
adventurous and skilled and she'll try anything once. The unemployment 
situation had put a major crimp in our sex life. It seemed she didn't have 
the old drive or her normal spark.

We aren't hurting for money because, for the most part, we have lived a 
frugal life. Deb insisted we save most of her paycheck so we had a good 
cushion. I make good money as the assistant vice president of a consulting 
company. The big problem was Deb was use to working, she wanted to work, and 
she was frustrated that she was unemployed.

One of my company's clients is a boat manufacture with plant and 
headquarters out in the suburbs. The president of the company is a man by 
the name of Moses Moss. He prefers to be called Mo or Mo-Moss like it was 
one word. Mo is about fifty or so and a large man. He played professional 
football for a few years. Mo and I hit it off because we both are ex-jocks. 
I played round ball and ran track in college.

On that fateful day I was on my way to Mo's office when I happened to see a 
notice on the bulletin board. The company was looking for beautiful ladies 
to help show off their boats at the upcoming fall boat show. I immediately 
thought of Debbie because she looks damned good in a bikini. I doubted she 
would do it because she is a little bit shy.

"Hey Joe!" Mo boomed at me. "Come on in my office, man. How they hangin'?" I 
assured Mo that they were hanging fine. Frankly I've never been sure how to 
answer that question. "I got your recommendations and I've had my staff 
looking over them. So far they look good."

"That's what I'm doing here," I said. "Here to answer any questions you 
might have. Hey Mo, before we get into that, can I ask you about the boat 
show you got coming up?"

"Sure. What about it?"

"I saw that you were looking for women to help show off the boats. How's 
that going?"

"Good God Almighty Joe!" he said with his booming laugh. "There ain't any 
shortage of women who want those jobs. You know somebody who is interested?" 
I told him about Debbie and he gave me a long serious look. "Joe, there are 
two basic requirements for the gig. One, they have to look hot in a bikini 
and two, they have to look hot in a bikini. They need a couple arms to point 
at the fuckin' boats and legs to walk around the boats, but most important 
they have to look hot in a bikini." I showed him a photograph I carried of 
Deb at the beach. She would be mad if she knew I showed it to anyone.

"Okay, she looks hot in a bikini," Mo said after looking at the photo for a 
long time. "You sure you want your wife being ogled by a bunch of horny 
men?"

"Sure, why not? Lookin' don't hurt anything, does it?"

"No, but some men can't handle that very well. You sure she would want to be 
ogled?" I told him I wasn't at all sure she would be interested. "I need to 
make a decision by next week. Ask her and let me know. I'll leave her a slot 
until next Friday."

Deb wasn't overly thrilled with the job offer. I brought it up as we got 
ready for bed. Deb had another miserable day beating the bushes.

"How much does it pay?" she asked after flat turning it down.

"A hundred bucks for four hours work. Mo has filled the day shift position. 
You work from eight PM to midnight. The boat show is, Friday, Saturday and 
Sunday. Twenty-five bucks an hour with no chance for advancement or 
promotion. You furnish your own bikini and heels."

"So this is just a T and A thing?" Deb asked.

"Yeah, that's exactly what it is. Tits and ass make the world go around. 
Show as much skin as the law allows and make it look like owning a speedboat 
is a lot of fun. Your message is, 'hey, buy this boat and you'll attract 
girls like me.' Something like that I guess. Easy money anyway you look at 
it."

"It's not all profit, you know?" Deb said.

"What do you mean? What's your overhead? I'll give you a ride and pick you 
up after the show. You own a nice suit."

"Bikini wax, Joe," she said as if I should have known that. "My old bikini 
has to be replaced. There's a third of the money gone right there. And no, 
you wouldn't be transporting me to and from. I'm a big girl and I can go on 
my own."

"Are you actually considering doing it?" I asked, not believing my ears

"I'll talk to Mister Moss tomorrow and then make up my mind."

***

It was a couple of days that the subject came up again. Since Debbie hadn't 
mentioned anything about it, I assumed she had decided not to do it.

"Have you ever heard of the KK Agency?" Deb asked me. I had just got home 
from the office. I told her that I had not heard of it. "Moss Boats books 
all the girls for the boat show through it. Karen Kent is the owner." Deb 
was leaning against the bedroom door watching me change clothes. "I met with 
her today. Apparently they have a deal with Moss to use anyone the company 
wants on a one-time contract deal. There's another ten percent gone, by the 
way."

"So you're going to do it?"

"Yes I am," Deb said with a frown. "But the strange part is, Karen Kent 
wanted to sign my up to do other modeling jobs. Can you believe that?" I 
told Deb that I had no reason to not believe it. She has no idea just how 
hot she looks.

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her that I would do the boat show and then I'd see if I wanted to do 
any other modeling. I don't get it, Joe. I was told in high school that I 
was too short to model. Karen said things had changed and that I would make 
a good photographers model."

"I should think so," I spoke up. "I've always liked to snap your picture."

"Yeah, but you always want me naked when you do. That reminds me. What 
picture did you show Mister Moss?" Damn, I was busted. I showed her the 
beach photo I carried in my wallet. She didn't seem to be upset about it and 
handed me my wallet back.

The boat show was apparently a hit. I managed to sneak in a couple of times 
to see my pretty little wife strutting her stuff. I admit that I'm 
prejudiced but she was the best of all the models. Her boats got the most 
lookers and so did she. I found out later from Mo Moss that her boats sold 
better then any others. Debbie was walking on cloud nine. I was also walking 
pretty high. Debbie's sex drive came back with a vengeance. After the Friday 
night's show she came home and attacked me. I'm certainly not complaining, 
mind you. It was the same Saturday and Sunday night. Good, nasty, hot steamy 
sex. The kind of sex you dream about but seldom get to experience.

On Wednesday, Deb went to the KK Agency to get her check and came home all 
excited. Karen Kent had offered her a contract to do photo modeling.

"I told her in no uncertain terms that I wouldn't do any nude work," Deb 
stated. We were having dinner. "She said it was up to me, but..."

"But what?" I asked when she didn't finish her statement.

"The big money is in semi-nude or nude work. I don't think I could do that 
sort of thing. Do you?"

"I don't see why not," I answered as casually as I could. The very idea of 
Deb posing nude gave me an instant boner. "You certainly have the body for 
it."

"Are you joking?" she demanded. "You're saying you would be okay with me 
posing naked? In front of strangers?"

"Deb," I said slowly trying to choose my words carefully. "You have a great 
body. You are a beautiful woman and obviously you have a lot of talent. To 
answer your question, yes, I would be okay with it. If you want to model, go 
for the big bucks." Debbie didn't comment. She looked at me for a while and 
left the table. I thought I had blown it.

"You have no problem with me posing like this?" Deb said from the door. I 
turned to see that she was topless. Boner time, big time. "How about this?" 
she untied the strings to the bottom and it fell to the floor. Debbie struck 
a sensuous pose while leaning on the door facing. "How about this?" She did 
a back bend with her legs spread for balance. Her bare pussy opened as she 
stretched backward. Deb had studied gymnastics for a while and she stayed in 
good shape.

She raised back upright and put both hands on her big boobs, caressing her 
nipples. Even from across the room I could see that her nipples were spiked. 
Deb turned and put both hands on the floor exposing her tiny brown asshole 
and her slit. She lifted one hand and put her fingers into her slit. When 
she opened her pussy lips I could see that she was wet.

"You want to see me like this?" she asked looking back at me through her 
legs. "Spread open for all the world to see? For men to look at and lust 
after? Is that what you want?" I tried to answer but my mouth was too dry to 
form words. I jumped up and rushed to where she was still bent over. I got a 
finger in her wet cunt and pushed it hard. My other hand was getting my 
pants down. Actions speak louder than words anyway. I fucked her there, then 
on the kitchen table, and once on the stairs to the bedroom.

***

Debbie's story:

When Joe came up with the boat show thing I was a little pissed at him for a 
while. The very idea of me parading around in a bikini to sell boats was 
ludicrous. However the more I thought about it the better it sounded. To 
tell the truth I recognized that I had an exhibitionist streak in me. Every 
since high school where I led the cheerleaders. I loved to show off. 
Everybody thought I was shy and I didn't do anything to prove them wrong. I 
don't know why, but I let the notion that I was a shy little thing exist.

In all honesty I loved doing the boat show. I enjoyed watching the men, and 
a few women, watch me. After the first night I realized that I had to wear a 
pad to keep my bikini bottom from showing the moisture I produced. Walking 
around half naked in front of all those people really got my motor revved 
up. I hated for the show to end.

My conversation with Karen Kent was startling to say the least. She flooded 
me with warm complements about my performance at the boat show. Pretty heady 
stuff.

"You have to give photo modeling a try, Debbie," Karen told me. "You would 
be great at it and I'm betting you'll make some real money. Toby Mack saw 
you at the show and he's chomping at the bit to shoot you."

"Who's Toby Mack?" I asked. The name was familiar.

"Toby has the largest studio in town. He's shot all the great models at one 
time or the other. Tell me you'll consider it, please."

"He wants to shoot me?" I'm not so naive that I don't know I have a nice 
figure and a pretty face, but why me?

"One thing I know," Karen said. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Why a 
photographer will pick one model over another is a mystery. I don't think 
they know why. It's like porno. You may not be able to define it, but you 
know it when you see it."

I left the agency after letting Karen make an appointment with Toby Mack. I 
also made sure she told him I didn't do nudes. I was very clear on that 
subject with her, even if it wasn't very clear to me.

Toby Mack was a professional, no nonsense kind of guy. All business and no 
monkey business. I spent about two hours with him being photographed in a 
variety of clothes and poses. All in all it was fun and I got home just in 
time to jump Joe's bones. I discovered that modeling made me hot.

Toby Mack sent a bunch of photos of me to the agency. Not being a 
professional I was very critical of my photos. Karen brushed my comments off 
and even hung one of the pictures in her waiting room.

After that I went on several photo assignments. I got my photo in a half 
dozen catalogs, some national magazines, and a couple of newspaper ads. The 
money turned out to be pretty good. No benefits, but Joe carried me on his 
insurance so I was cover for that.

I discovered that there is a mob mentality in photographers. I'm not sure if 
that's the description I want, but after Toby Mack used me, every commercial 
photographer in town demanded my services. I was what Karen called, "hot 
property".

Suddenly it changed. The photographers found some other "hot property" and I 
was history. The calls stopped coming and nobody wanted me any longer. I can 
tell you that that is a blow to the ol' self-esteem. It made me feel lower 
than whale shit.

It got so bad that my normally sweet, understanding hubby yelled at me. He 
told me to go beat the bushes for work. After a period of self appraisal I 
did just that. I called my agent and told her to find me some work.

"Debbie, Sweetheart," Karen said. "I can't just conger up a shoot."

"Dammit Karen," I snapped. "Surely there's some photographer needing a 
model."

"Of course there is," Karen said. "Ninety-nine out of a hundred want a model 
that's willing to do some nude work. Just this morning I had a call for a 
model to do lingerie work."

"Why didn't you call me?" I asked. Of course I knew why. That was one of my 
self-imposed rules. Nothing risqué. Karen quoted me to me. "Okay, you're 
right. It's my rule and I can change it. Find me some work, please."

It took Karen a couple of days but she called me and told me I had an 
assignment. She gave me an address and warned me that there would be some 
nudity required. Just having an assignment sent me soaring back into the 
clouds again.

The job didn't pay as much as I had grown to expect. In fact less than half 
my old rate, but I didn't care. I was working again. That was what mattered.

It surprised me a little at how easy it was for me to bare my boobs when the 
photographer asked me to. We were alone in his studio, but we both kept a 
professional face on during the session. I certainly didn't want him to know 
just how turned on I got. His name was Elmer Fry and he handed me his card 
when he handed me the check.

"Give me a call if you want to make some under-the-table money," Mister Fry 
said. "I do video production, too."

"What exactly is under the table money?" I asked. He explained that it was 
the fee paid directly to the model. That was when I noticed that the check 
he handed me was made out to KK Agency.

"I got a shoot coming up you would be perfect for," Mister Fry said. "I 
haven't sent the model's call out to any agency yet. You interested?" I 
inquired what kind of shoot. "Men's magazine stuff. Wide open spreads. 
Fingers on your puss and that sort of thing. Pay is two hundred an hour and 
a minimum of three hours. Cash," he added with a grin.

I told him I would let him know and I left. I took the miserably small check 
to KK and got my even smaller one. Under-the-table was beginning to sound 
good to me.

When I mentioned it to Joe he encouraged me to do it. His only request was 
that I bring some photos home with me so he could see. The next day I called 
Mister Fry and agreed to do the shoot.

I can't explain it, but there is something about being naked and uninhibited 
in front a camera that gets me super hot. I did it all for Mister Fry. When 
he told me to fondle my boobs or to wet my finger and tease my clit, I did. 
I know he couldn't help but notice that I had a couple orgasms during the 
shoot. Not great big ones, but nice little zingers.

Over the next few weeks I did three more shoots for Elmer Fry. At no time 
did he try to take advantage of the situation. He never laid a hand on me. 
It was almost like I was nothing more that some object to be arranged and 
photographed. I had almost made up my mind that Fry was gay. It wasn't long 
before I found out that he wasn't gay by any stretch of the imagination.

We were in the latter stages of a session. Fry had me leaning back on a 
couple of big pillows with my legs spread open.

"You look a little bit dry," Elmer said. I assured him that I was fine. 
There was a water bottle close at hand. "No, I mean your pussy looks dry. It 
needs some moisture." I couldn't begin to imagine what he was talking about. 
I was hot as hell and soaking wet as usual. I noticed that he was staring at 
me and the focus seem to be between my legs. "I think we need to do 
something about that, don't you?" I nodded and he approached me. I had no 
idea what he planned, but I quickly found out. Next thing I knew his head 
was between my legs and his tongue in my snatch. I may have made some 
attempt to dislodge him, but frankly I doubt it. His lips and tongue felt so 
good. Elmer ate me to a gut wrenching climax. Elmer Fry didn't have the 
reputation as a great photographer, by the should be given some sort of 
award as a pussy eater. It was obvious that he was a man who enjoyed giving 
oral sex. My sweet hubby will do it, but he never seemed to demonstrate any 
real fondness for it. Elmer Fry was a master at it.

When he finished me off for the second time, he went back to snapping photos 
while I lay as limp as an old dishcloth. That was the first time Elmer 
touched me, but not the last. During the next photo session he fucked me. 
Boy did he fuck me!

He had me on a mat with my butt high in the air. He had me reach through my 
legs and spread my pussy lips for him. I hadn't realized that he had even 
approached me until I felt his hand on my ass. I didn't have time to analyze 
that before I felt his cock slip into me. Elmer Fry's dick was about as long 
as Joe's but a little thicker and I'd be lieing if I said I didn't like it. 
I loved it. For an older man Fry had a lot of stamina. I pushed back as he 
plunge in and out of me. It briefly crossed my mind that I was a married 
woman and I shouldn't be doing that. Very briefly, I'll admit.

For the next few months Elmer Fry and I made love every opportunity we got. 
I say we made love, but we both were well aware there wasn't any love 
involved. It was just sex in it's rawest form.

Elmer did me in every conceivable position during that time. He was a 
fancier of anal sex and frankly I enjoy being butt-fucked now and then. Joe 
has never care much for anal sex so it was fun to have Elmer pop my ass. 
Elmer asked me on the second occasion we had sex if he could video it. I 
said no way. He kept asking me and in a moment of weakness I told him to go 
ahead after he promised to never let anyone see the tape.

There was something extremely naughty about fucking when you know it's being 
recorded. Some inter drive to perform for the camera, and boy did I perform. 
I searched for ways to make the sex act even nastier then usual. When Elmer 
asked me to talk dirty while we fucked, I did so, as nasty as I could. It 
was all a big game. Or so I thought.

Because I was being screwed regularly by Elmer you would think that my sex 
life at home would diminish, but it didn't. It actually intensified. Often I 
would leave the studio still wet with Elmer's sperm to have sex with Joe. I 
couldn't understand how Joe didn't catch on or why he couldn't smell the 
reek of sex. I could smell it, but he never did, or so I thought.

***

Joe's story:

Things were going smooth for Deb and I. She was getting enough photo 
modeling work to keep her happy and when Deb was happy I was happy. One 
Saturday afternoon I went into the spare bedroom that Deb used as an office 
looking for a ballpoint pen that would work. I honestly believe that we have 
the largest collection of nonworking pen in the world. I saw a large case 
beside her desk and out of curiosity I opened it up. It contained a lot of 
photos of Deb and I nearly shit when I saw them. Frankly they were the type 
you find in some of the raunchier men's magazines. Wide open spreads with my 
pretty little wife fingering her pussy and ass. Playing with her nipples 
while staring into the camera with a sultry look.

I sat down on the bed and looked at all of them closely. Hot doesn't begin 
to describe the pictures. They were sizzling. The last four of five photos 
in the group struck me as strange and I got a magnifying glass and looked 
closer. It was a picture of Deb laying on a bed with her knees pulled back 
and a strange look on her face. It took a couple of minutes for me to 
realize that there was cum leaking out of her angry red and puffy pussy. No 
doubt about it. It was a cunt that had just been fucked and the cunt was 
attached to my wife

I put the pictured back in her case and left the room my head in a swirl. I 
knew there could be other explanations other then Deb cheating on me. It 
could have been fake cum. It could have been, but I was certain it wasn't.

I wrestled with the dilemma for over an hour. I vacillated between 
confrontation or not to confront her. At first I was so pissed I couldn't 
think of anything but throwing her out on the street like the whore she was. 
That mood left me after a while. Hell, I wanted a hot sluttish wife, hadn't 
I? Didn't I promote it? The answer came back yes. Yes, I had started her out 
with the boat show job.

By the time Deb got home from the shopping trip, the murderous rage had 
passed. I had come to grips with the situation at least to some degree. I 
felt I could discuss it with her in a calm rational manner.

I waited on bringing it up until after dinner and we were watching a movie 
on TV. It was a comedy and we both laughed a lot as we watched it. I suspect 
the wine assisted in the levity.

"You have an assignment tomorrow?" I casually asked her. The movie had just 
ended.

"Yes, tomorrow afternoon," Deb answered.

"Naughty nudes?" Deb got very still. It even looked like she stopped 
breathing for a moment.

"Why would you ask me that? You know I've done nudes." she said in a soft 
voice. I told her that I looked in her portfolio and saw her raunchy nudes. 
Deb turned pale and didn't answer me.

"Pretty hot stuff," I said. "A lot different that what I thought you agreed 
to do."

"Yeah, different," she said in a voice so soft I could barley hear her. I 
put the mute on the TV. "Oh, Joe, I'm so sorry you found out that way. I 
kept trying to find the right time to tell you, but it never happened. I 
don't know what to say."

"How long have you been doing that type of modeling?" I asked keeping my 
tone level. She told me that it started slowly with some lingerie shots then 
some teaser topless stuff.

"It just happened over time," she said looking at her hands in her lap. "I 
am so sorry, Joe."

"Sorry that you did it or sorry I found out?"

"Some of both I guess. I swear to you I had no intention on keeping secrets 
from you."

"Yeah, I got it," I said shortly. "Never found the right time. Who's cum was 
leaking out of your pussy?" After a few moments of silence she confessed 
that the photographer had been screwing her for a couple of months. The 
anger came surging back, covering me with an evil black feeling. I needed to 
hit something, but since I had never raised my hand in anger to any woman, 
Debbie was safe. I jumped up and kicked a footstool sending it across the 
room. I looked back at Deb and saw her staring at me in wide-eyes wonder. 
She had never seen me that mad before. I left the TV room without a word and 
went outside. I walked around the block until the black mood left me.

***

Debbie's story:

My deep dark secret was out in the open. Joe had discovered it and hauled it 
out into the light. I think down deep I was relived that he knew. It had 
been a burden for me to keep something that big from my husband. Closer to 
the surface I felt a dread at what would happen. Joe had stormed out of the 
house and was gone for over an hour. I wanted to run after him, but I felt 
he needed to be alone. I ran some water in the tub and took a hot bath.

"Does he give you something I can't?" I opened my eyes to see Joe standing 
in the bathroom doorway. I couldn't think of any good answer to his 
question.

"No, just more of the same," I answered. Telling Joe that Elmer like to take 
me in the butt didn't seem right. At least not at that moment.

"Is his cock bigger than mine?" Joe asked taking a seat on the commode. I 
shook my head. "Do you love him?"

"No Joe," I answered honestly. "I do not love him. I like him and I like sex 
with him, but I have no deep feelings for him."

"So it's just fucking?"

"Yes, Joe. It's just fucking." He seemed to be considering that for a 
moment.

"Okay, get out and come to bed," Joe said. "I'd like to have a piece of your 
cunt, if you wouldn't mind."

I quickly got out and dried off Joe was laying on the bed stroking his dick 
when I came into the room. I dropped the towel and got on the bed beside 
him. He put his hand on the back of my head and guided it to his stiff dick. 
I pride myself on being a good cocksucker. Over the past few months I had 
practiced a lot on both Joe and Elmer. While I sucked and licked Joe's cock 
he talked to me.

"Do you suck his cock, Deb?" I raised my head from his dick and told him I 
did. "Do you enjoy being a slut for your photographer? Do you like being his 
whore? " I told Joe I did enjoy being a slut and a whore. Joe grabbed my 
hair and lifted my face off his dick. "Get on me and fuck me, you fuckin' 
slut. "

I swung my leg over his body and guided his hard cock into my pussy. I 
bounced on his cock in wild abandonment. Joe rolled me over and took the 
male superior position. He pounded into me like a man possessed. He called 
me terrible names that only seemed to add to the intensity of the moment. He 
wasn't my sweetheart at that moment, he was a demon with a hard-on. I had 
three big magnificent orgasms and Joe came once. When he ejected in me I 
thought it was over with, but I was oh so wrong. He shoved my head to his 
flaccid cock and ordered he to get him hard again. I could taste his come 
and my own juices on his cock and I was surprised when it became stiff in my 
hand and mouth . He put me on my knees and fucked me from behind. Again he 
went at me as if he hated me. Maybe right at that moment he did hate me. He 
had every right to do so.

I don't know exactly what time he stopped fucking me. I know it was late and 
when I woke up it was mid morning and the sun was shining bright in the 
window. After a long hot shower I got dressed and went downstairs to the 
kitchen. The first thing I noticed was a note on the kitchen table. It was 
where Joe and I always leave notes to each other.

"Good morning," the note said. "Had a good time last night. You are one 
great fuck. Have a good time with your shoot today and remember that you may 
be a slut, but you are my fucking slut. See you tonight." It was signed 
"love, Joe"

I made coffee and sat down at the table and read the note again. I was 
confused by what it said. Or maybe I was confused by what it didn't say. I 
fully expected it to tell me to get out and contact his lawyer, or words to 
that effect.

Elmer was a little pissed off when I called him and cancelled the session. I 
was in no mood to model. I had things to think about. I did a lot of 
thinking while I cleaned the house.

"How did your modeling go?" Joe asked when he got home. He seemed 
disappointed when I told him I had cancelled it.

"Joe we have to talk about this," I said. "I have to know where we stand."

"Okay, we'll talk," Joes said agreeably. "Last night I was pissed. I was 
very pissed at you. After I had time to think about it I realized that I was 
mainly pissed because you didn't confide in me. I want your promise that you 
won't keep secrets from me ever again." I made him that promise. There would 
be no more secrets between us.

"Do you have any photos of you getting hosed?" Joe asked me. I told him 
there weren't any but Elmer had made some videos of us together. That got 
Joe's attention. He was astonished that I had allowed videos to be made.

***

Joe's story:

I couldn't believe how naive Deb had been to allow that guy to make videos 
of her. She still didn't get it until I pointed out the possibility of 
blackmail.

"Joe, I really don't think Elmer would do something like that," she said.

"He could sell them," I pointed out. "How many tapes does he have?"

"I don't know. Five or six I guess. He keeps them in a metal cabinet in his 
office. I've seen him put then there. I don't think he'd..."

"Doesn't matter," I interrupted her. "We need to get them back and remove 
the possibility." So that was when I became a burglar.

Getting into Fry's studio was easy. I used a pry bar on the back door and 
walked in like I owned the joint. It took me longer to get into the metal 
cabinet then it had to get in his office. There was about thirty video tapes 
in the cabinet and I didn't take time to look at the labels. I found a box 
and took all of them. I could sort it out in a safer place. I pried open the 
file cabinet and took all of the negatives of Deb but just to confuse the 
issue I took a couple dozen other people's files also. I doubted that Fry 
would report the break-in but why take chances? Total time for the burglary, 
twenty one minutes. I was considering changing careers.

It wasn't until the following Saturday that I found the time to look over my 
haul. Seven of the VHS cassettes had Deb's name on them. The other were 
names of women I didn't know. I'll confess that I got extremely horny 
watching Fry fuck my wife.

Deb came in and joined me. By that time I was on the third tape. It 
literally made her steaming hot to watch herself getting fucked. It wasn't 
long before we forgot the TV and went into live action.

"What are you going to do when the cops come for you?" Deb asked me later. 
We were on the couch still watching the videos and we hadn't bothered to put 
our clothes back on.

"I left no finger prints," I smugly told her. "I took your videos, but I 
also took the others. I got your file and negatives, but I got a bunch of 
other, also. What's he going to do. Give the cops a list of the women he 
seduced. I'll bet I'm not the only husband he's cuckolded. Mister Fry just 
better be glad I didn't burn his rat hole down." I had actually considered 
it but elected not to. It took two to tango, so I carefully closed his door 
before I left.

"Hey, he's fucking your ass," I said when I looked back at the TV screen.

"Elmer likes to do that," my wife informed me. "He calls it the Hershey 
highway."

"You look like you're enjoying having your fudge packed," I said. I really 
never understood why a man would want to ass fuck a woman when there was 
some pussy so close. To each his own, I guess.

"Yes, I did like it," Deb answered staring at the screen. "He did it nice 
and easy with a lot of lubricant. It makes a nice change sometimes." Deb had 
put one leg over the couch arm and started to finger her clit.

We watched her and Fry until my cock got too tender to even touch. I mowed 
the yard for the first time of the season. By night fall we were back in 
front of the TV again. Watching her videos and fucking was about all we got 
done that whole weekend.

***

Monday morning I got a call from Mo Moss. It was time for the spring boat 
show and he wanted to know if Debbie was available. I told him that I would 
check and get back to him.

"You do that Joe," Mo said. "I've got a new assistant that handles that sort 
of thing now. He saw the photographs from last year and he really wants your 
wife." He chuckled. "I mean he wants her for the show." I laughed with him. 
If the guy was human and not gay, I figured Mo was right the first time. 
"Anyway, you should bring Debbie out and you both could meet him. He's a 
young man and full of sap. He's implemented a lot of the changes your 
company recommended. His name is Ian Black which is right on the money 
because he's black as the ace of spades."

I called Deb and ask her if she was interested in doing the boat show. She 
told me she was and I call Mo back and told him. I agreed for Deb and I to 
meet with him and Ian Black for drinks at a lounge about half way between 
our house and the plant.

Mo and Ian beat us and we joined them at their table. Ian Black was about as 
big as a small car. Six feet seven and nearly three hundred pounds. It 
didn't come as a surprise that he had been a professional football play like 
his boss. When he stood up he dwarfed Deb. The top of her head only came up 
to his chest and her small hand disappeared in his massive paw.

Up until that moment I had never considered Deb in an interracial situation, 
but I got a hard-on just watching the two of them. I sat down quickly before 
the growing lump in my pants became obvious.

We small talked for a while and Mo left us claiming an early appointment. 
That left the three of us.

"Mo tells me you've been doing a lot of modeling," Ian said to my wife. 
"Anything I might have seen?"

"Mostly commercial stuff," Deb answered. "Some nation play in magazines." 
She named a few that her picture had appeared in."

"Yeah," Ian said. "I think I saw some of them. "I also saw your photos in a 
magazine called 'New Ground'. "

"Could be," Deb said with a shrug. "A lot of my photos were sold to stock 
companies. No telling how they might be used. I'm a little surprised that a 
farm magazine would use them."

"New Ground isn't a farm magazine," Ian said with a smile. "It's a men's 
magazine that features first time nudes. They had a ten or twelve photo 
layout of you. I must say you look good with or without clothes." Both Deb 
and I knew it was possible that someone would see her photos and recognize 
her, but it was still a shock. Deb blushed and I found the bottom of my 
glass to be suddenly very interesting. "I thought it was a great layout," 
Ian said breaking the sudden silence at our table.

"Ah, well," I said looking at my watch. "It was nice meeting you, Ian. We 
have to run."

"Dammit, I've embarrassed you," Ian said. "Please stay. At least long enough 
for me to apologize. I really am a big fan and I certainly didn't mean to 
put you ill at ease. One more drink, please." Deb glanced at me and nodded 
and we sat back down.

"So Mister Black what exactly is "New Ground?" My wife asked Ian didn't 
answer for a moment he was busy signaling the waitress for another round of 
drinks.

"'New Ground' is a small magazine. Fairly new so it doesn't have a large 
circulation here. I think it's bigger on the west coast. A friend saw the 
edition with your photos and gave it to me. I certainly didn't mean to 
embarrass either of you.. I am so sorry."

"Forget it," I said. "I suspect we are too touchy about it. I'm curious 
about how that one particular copy got to you."

"There was an article about Moss Boats in it," Ian said with a laugh. "My 
friend knew I had started to work for Moss and he thought I'd be 
interested."

"I see," Deb said. "And were you interested?"

"Yes, but not in the boat article. In fact I was just about to toss it in 
the trash when I spotted your photos. It wasn't hard for me to identify you 
because there is a two by four foot photo of you in the hall right outside 
my office. From the boat show last fall. I see you several times a day."

"Then you tossed it?" Deb inquired.

"Certainly not!" Ian said. "Only a fool would throw away a treasure. In 
fact, I would love it if you autographed it for me." She had a fan and that 
did it as far as she was concerned.

I listened as they talked to each other. I also watched Debbie's body 
language. She was defiantly interested in the black man. They were so 
completely different. She a tiny thing and he a giant of a man. She white 
and he black. And most important, she very feminine and he very masculine. I 
sat back enjoying my drink and watched them interact. I wondered how a man 
so large could have sex with a woman so small. I had no doubt that they 
would be able to work, but it did seem like a complex problem. It dawned on 
me that I was considering it a forgone conclusion that they would have sex 
with each other.

"I'll be back," I said getting to my feet "Got to bleed the lizard." I'm not 
even sure they noticed that I left the table. They both had that easy 
out-going personality that made conversation easy for them. I was just 
finishing at the urinal when Ian came in.

If I had 'bled the lizard', he 'siphoned the python'. Ian unlimbered the 
biggest cock I had ever seen . He had to stand back a foot from the urinal. 
I wondered how fucking big the damned this was when he got excited.

"Debbie is certainly a nice lady," Ian said as I finished washing my hands.

"Yes she is," I agreed.

"She told me she had a lot of other photos at home," Ian said shaking that 
huge hunk of black meat. "I'm trying to convince her to show me her other 
photos, but she a little reluctant. I think she concerned that you might not 
like it."

"They're her photos," I said . "I don't have a dog in that fight. If she 
wants to show them to you she certainly can. The videos also." That got his 
attention.

"Videos?" Ian said joining me at the sinks. "Sounds interesting. Good ones?"

"I think so," I said with a smile. "I suppose they would go into the triple 
X category." Now I really had his undivided attention. He was staring at me 
intently.

"You wouldn't mind me seeing them?" It was time for me to lay my cards on 
the table.

"Not at all. Deb is a sexual creature, and I'm proud of her. Frankly I would 
like to see her with a black man."

"Now isn't that fortunate for us," he said with a smile. "It seems that I'm 
black. Are you serious? How will she feel about that?"

"I guess we'll have to see, won't we. I'll do what I can."

"Okay, I'm down with that," Ian said facing me. "Just so there's no 
misunderstanding, I'm strictly straight. Is that a problem?"

"Oh hell no!" I said. "I'm straight too, and plan to stay that way."

"I was beginning to think you guys fell in," Deb said when we got back to 
the table. A fresh round of drinks awaited us. "Was there a line."

"Naw," Ian said. "Joe and I were just having a chat. So Deb, tell me how you 
got started in modeling?" Deb told him that I had been the prime mover by 
challenging her to do the fall boat show and how it took off from there. "I 
can tell you're proud of your wife, Joe," he said to me.

"I certainly am," I said. "My Deb has it all. You should see some of her 
other photos. They would make a dead man sit up and take notice." Debbie 
blushed and ducked her head. She knew then what the topic of our bathroom 
chat had been. "In fact why don't we take this conversation on to our house. 
You can follow us, Ian." Deb opened her mouth, but closed it without 
comment. Ian called for the check and soon we were homeward bound.

"Joe what are you doing?" Deb demanded as soon as we got in our car. "You 
surely don't intend on showing him all the photos."

"Why not?" I answered her. "I think he'll like them. Didn't you intend on 
men looking and enjoying them?"

"Yes, I suppose so, but faceless men that I don't know." She fell quiet for 
a while as I drove. "What's going on, Joe?" she asked just as we pulled into 
our drive way.

"Ian has a enormous cock," I told her bluntly. "He's going to fuck you with 
it." Deb's face went through several quick emotional changes. Shock, 
disbelief, and finally anger.

"Are you out of your mind?" she yelled. I shut the motor off and waited for 
Ian to park. "I...What...No! I'm not going to..."

"Yes you are," I said calmly. "You played the part of a slut with the 
photographer. You can damned well play the slut for me." I put my hand on 
her upper leg. "Let's play this out and see how it goes. I know you think 
he's attractive. " Debbie sat still for a few moments with out saying a 
word.

"Okay, Joe," she finally said. "You're right. I was a slut with Elmer Fry. I 
just want to remind you, that what's done can't be undone. What I've already 
done and what may be done. You want me to be your slut, then so be it." She 
opened the door and got out. I was aware that Ian was leaning against his 
car impatiently waiting for us.

"Welcome, Ian," I said opening the door to our house. "Mi casa and so forth 
."

"If you guys will excuse me," Deb said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Slipping into something more comfortable, I hope," I said wiggling my 
eyebrows in a theatrical leer.

"Maybe," she answered with a smile. "What would you recommend?" I suggested 
the cobalt blue bra and panty set with the matching gown. She looked at me a 
moment and went up the stairs.

I got Ian and I a drink and we settled in the den after I retrieved Deb's 
portfolio. Ian looked at each photo carefully and divided them into two 
stacks. I was curious but didn't interrupt his study. He went through the 
hundred or so photographs and set one stack aside and went through the 
second one again. He carefully made two stacks of that one. I knew he was 
doing something, but I didn't know what. After he finished there was three 
stacks of photos.

"Okay, I give up," I said, indicating the three stacks. "What?"

"Hot, hotter and hot damn," Ian said with a laugh. "Joe, I'm sure you're 
aware of it, but wow! She is one hot woman." I agreed that I did indeed know 
it. Debbie came into the den.

"What are you guys talking about?" she said. "Not conspiring are you?" She 
came around and set between us on the sofa. She leaned forward and looked at 
the photos on the coffee table. "Why are the pictures in three piles?" I 
explained that Ian had separated them and named the categories. "Okay, I 
have to see what you put in the hot damn group," she said with a laugh. She 
got the stack and leaned back. While she went through the pictures she 
crossed her legs and the gown fell away showing her nylon clad leg to her 
thigh. I could see the garter snaps. She was dressed to fuck.

***

Debbie's story:

I'll admit that Joe shocked me. He had mentioned several times that I was 
his slut and that I would fuck anybody he said, so I shouldn't have been 
surprised when he ordered it.

I left them and went upstairs. I wanted a shower and Joe's recommendation of 
the blue outfit was a good one. Joe wanted a slut and I was determined to 
give him one. He had accurately figured out that I was attracted to Ian 
Black. I am honest enough with myself to acknowledge that the fact he was 
black had a lot to do with it. Interracial relationships had long been a 
subject of interest to me.

Maybe it was the fact that it was still considered my some to be taboo. 
Maybe it was the contrast of black and white. I don't know why the subject 
interests me, it just does. Anytime I saw a black man with a white woman in 
public I almost immediately got wet. When Joe told me that Ian was going to 
fuck me, I did protest, but not all that much. I was an easy sell and I 
admit it.

I quickly showered and dressed in the blue bra and panties. I added a garter 
and dark hose with a pair of black high heel shoes. I sprayed some expensive 
perfume on, put on the robe, and left to join the guys. My stomach was doing 
little flip-flops. I sensed that something important was about to happen and 
frankly I was more than a little anxious.

It was interesting how Ian had separated the photographs. His Hot damn stack 
was mostly the ones that were totally explicit, showing all of me. None of 
the ones that were remotely artistic, and all of the ones where I had my 
hand on or in my snatch were in that pile. Just sitting close to Ian was 
causing me to get wet and my nipples to begin to harder.

"Joe," Ian said. "You mentioned some videos. Can I see them?" I gave Joe a 
mean look which me managed to ignore. Did I want Ian to see me having sex 
with Elmer Fry? I wasn't sure. Joe apparently had no reservations.

"Sure," my hubby said. "You don't care if Ian sees your photographer fucking 
you, do you Deb?" He didn't wait on my answer. He put one of the tapes in 
the player and started it. The TV screen exploded to life with me on my 
knees sucking Elmer's dick. Joe didn't let it dwell on the blowjob too long. 
He fast forward to where Elmer had me on my hands and knees and him fucking 
me doggy style.

I was aware of the temperature in the room suddenly rising. I was also aware 
that both Ian and Joe was moving around to ease the pressure caused by their 
hardening dicks. I was twitching some myself. There is something tremendous 
erotic about watching yourself getting fucked, but especially so when you 
are being watched by two horny men. Joe kept the tape moving from one scene 
to another.

"What do you think of my little slut, Ian?" Joe asked his voice raspy. 
"She's something isn't she?"

"She is defiantly something," Ian answered, his voice also horse. "I would 
say one hot momma."

"If you think she looks good on tape wait until you see her in living 
color," my hubby said. "Stand up and model for us Deb."

I knew that I could stop it right there. I could turn things around by 
simply refusing, but I didn't. I got up and went to the TV and turned it 
off. I walked from one end of the room and back to the center. I undid the 
belt from my gown and let it fall open. I made the trip across the room and 
returned. Both pair of eyes followed my every move. I shimmied out of the 
gown and let it fall to the floor and strolled across the room again. When I 
got back in front of them I stopped and struck a pose with one hand on my 
hip.

"How much of me do you want to see?" I asked as if I didn't know.

"All of you," they said about the same time.

I turned around and unhooked the front clasp of the bra. Holding the cups to 
my breasts, I turned back to them. I discovered that teasing two men was a 
lot of fun and terribly exciting. I let the bra fall exposing my boobs to 
their gaze. I strolled back to the wall and came back making my large tits 
bounce as I did.

"More?" I teased. They both vigorously nodded their head. I hooked my thumbs 
in the waistband of the panties, pushed them down a little and stopped. "But 
I'll be nearly naked," I said. "Ian will be able to see my pussy, Joe. Are 
you sure you want a black man to see my bare puss?" Joe growled something 
and I took that as his okay. I slipped the panties completely off and tossed 
them to Ian. He caught them and put them to his nose. I knew they were wet 
from my juicy pussy. I stood with my legs spread wearing only shoes, garter 
and hose. I turned around and showed them my backside. I bent down and gave 
then a good look at my ass and pussy. I reached back and spread my pussy for 
them. I stood and turned back to them.

"Okay boys, I showed you mine, now show me yours," I said. There was a mad 
scramble as the two men got undressed. Both were hard and I saw that Joe had 
not been lieing when he said Ian had an enormous cock. It was huge! It was 
frightening yet compelling. I had to touch it. Ian's thick jutting ebony 
cock was almost level with my tits and I put his cock between my boobs and 
pushed them together over it. Ian moaned softly as I applied pressure to my 
boobs. That was fun but I wanted more. I bent down and took his hard rod in 
my mouth. At least I tried. I could not comfortably get more than the head 
of it in my mouth. His cock was pulsating in my hands. I wanted to deep 
throat him, but I knew I couldn't so I had to be content to lick the sides 
and kiss and suck just the tip.

"Sit down on that straight chair, Ian," I said. "It's not easy to stay bent 
over like this." If I had gotten on my knees his cock would have been over 
my head. I say that to give you some idea of the vast difference in our 
height. Ian was over two feet taller than me. After he sat, I knelt and got 
busy worshiping his huge black rod. His cock was heavy and hot. It tasted 
wonderful. He was leaking some moisture out of his hole and I greedily 
licked it off.

***

Joe's Story:

Watching my tiny wife handle Ian's huge cock was without a doubt the most 
erotic thing I had ever witnessed. She got him seated and was busy sucking 
his cock when I remembered the video camera. I ran and got it and started 
taping Deb and the giant black cock.

Den was flushed and not just her face. Her whole body was bright pink. Ian's 
cock was so large she had to used both hands to control it.

"Damn, Baby," Ian moaned. "That feels so fuckin' good. You got a great 
cocksucker here, Joe."

"Thank you," Deb said. She stood up and looked at him as if trying to figure 
out how to approach his rigid cock.

"Climb up on it, Deb," I suggested. "Get on his lap and put that cock in 
you." Deb climbed up on Ian's lap and raised up so that Ian could guide his 
massive love stick in her wet cunt.

"Ahhhh, God it's big!" Deb cried as he worked the head of it in her. "It's 
so fucking big, Joe!" I squatted down and aimed the camera at her pussy. She 
eased down a scant inch at a time until she had all of it in her. She was 
sobbing and making weird noises. "Don't move, honey," she told Ian. "Give me 
a few minutes, please." Ian assured her that he wouldn't move. After a few 
minutes she wiggled her ass a little like she was testing things.

"Suck...my...tits, Ian," she said softly. "Bite my nipples." I moved to the 
side so that I could capture his thick lips descending on her pink nipple. 
Deb had an orgasm just as his teeth touched her hard nipples. She had an 
even bigger one when he bit down on her.

With Ian's teeth still clamped on Deb's nipple. she started to rock back and 
forth. Slowly at first then gradually getting faster. After a few moments of 
that she raised herself up a little and fell back down on his cock. Debbie 
did that a few times, rising higher each time until she was wildly fucking 
the entire length of his black cock. Her wild gyrations torn his teeth from 
her nipples.

"Where a fucking bed?" Ian growled standing up. Deb was still impaled on his 
cock. "I want to fuck this bitch right." I led them to the guest room on the 
ground floor. He fell on the bed with poor little Deb under him. His weight 
must have driven his cock deep into her womb. She screamed loudly and came 
again. For the next half hour Ian fucked Deb in every position known to man.

"I love it!" Debbie screamed as he rammed his cock in her from behind. "Oh 
My God, Joe! I love his black cock in me! He's filled my pussy up with it!" 
I saw an opportunity to get in on the action. I presented her with my super 
hard cock to suck and she took it and sucked me with gusto. The force of 
Ian's cock being shoved in her cunt would send my cock deep into her throat. 
She gagged some, but never turned loose of it even when I shot off. She 
swallow every drop of my cum.

The sight of Deb and Ian in any position, was totally unbelievable. She 
looked like a doll he was playing with. Once he had her sitting on his cock 
while he lay flat on his back. He used his ham-like hands on her hips and 
fucked himself with my wife. She didn't have to do anything except enjoy the 
ride, and it certainly appeared as if she enjoyed it a lot.

Some time after two in the morning I went up to my own bed and left them 
still going at it. My battery and the battery on the video camera both ran 
down about the same time. I went to sleep thinking I wanted a hot wife and I 
damned sure had one.

***

Debbie's story

I had read about super intense sex but I've always thought it a fantasy or 
just plain lies. I started to orgasm when Ian got that big thing in me and I 
came constantly for the next four hours. Some were those big climaxes where 
you see stars and bright flashing lights.

It took a while before I was really comfortable with that huge dick in me, 
but when I was stretched enough...Wow! It was almost enough for me to throw 
rocks at Joe. Not really because I love him, but Ian reached places that had 
never been reached before.

Before Ian left in the wee hours of the morning, I measured his cock. Eight 
and a half inches long and as big around as a soft drink can. Size wasn't 
all either. I swear I don't think he got completely soft the whole time he 
was there. Even the young men I knew in college had to rest and recharge, 
but Ian never even slowed down. After he left and I managed to get in the 
shower, I washed a quart of cum out of me.

I cleaned up as best I could and went up to bed. Joe was laying on his back 
with a contented look on his face. Before I drifted off to sleep I wondered 
how this would effect out marriage. Yeah I know. A piss poor time to 
consider that.

The next morning when I woke up Joe had already left for work. I went down 
to get coffee and saw his note on the table.

"Hi hot stuff," it said. "You were one wild woman last night. I thought you 
never look sexier then when you had Ian's big black cock deep in your white 
cunt. I am so proud of you." It was signed "with all my love, Joe."

I breath a sigh of relief. At least he was all right with what we had done. 
About one o'clock in the afternoon Ian called to see how I was doing. Just 
hearing his voice caused me to get wet.

"I just wanted you to know how much fun I had last night," Ian said. "It's 
nice to finally meet a woman who can keep up with me." I told him that I had 
a great time also. "We are going to do it again aren't we?"

"Maybe, Ian," I said. "It's up to Joe. After all, I am his wife."

"Yeah I talked with Joe a little while ago. He only had one thing to say,"

"What was that?"

"He told me next time not to hog the pussy," Ian answered with a laugh. "I 
promised to let him have some pussy next time. I guess it sounds like there 
will be a next time, don't it?" I told him that it certainly sounded like 
it. It surprised me to find my fingers playing with my nipple. I wondered if 
I were turning into some kind of sex addict.

The rest of the afternoon I managed to do some household chores but mostly I 
thought about Ian and his super cock.

***

Joe's Story:

"Hey Joe, it's Ian," the voice said on the telephone. "You and Debbie up for 
some fun this weekend?" I assured him that we were always ready for fun. 
"Good. We have the use of a cabin on Elk Lake this weekend. We'll go up 
Friday afternoon and come back Sunday night. How does that sound?"

"Just the three of us?"

"No, there'll be some others. I have a good friend for one. Is that a 
problem?"

"No," I answered. "We've talked about enlarging our circle of friends. I 
suppose Deb will be the only woman?"

"Count on it," he answered with a laugh. "I'll fax over the directions."

The cabin was not my idea of a "cabin". It was a three story mansion that 
was totally secluded, and sat on the lake shore, surrounded by woods on the 
other three sides. Somebody had spent a lot of money building it.

"There's Ian's Jeep," Deb said. "I don't recognize that other car." I did. 
It was Mo Moss' luxury car. I parked beside Mo's car and we got out.

"Welcome," Mo yelled coming out onto the wide front porch. "Welcome to casa 
de Moss." That made sense. Moss was one of the few who could afford a lavish 
place on the lake. While I lugged the bags into the house, Mo took charge of 
Deb and he had a drink in her hands before I hardly even got in the cabin.

The cabin apparently had been designed and furnished by someone who had a 
strange idea of what a rustic cabin was supposed to look like. It had every 
modern convenience know to man, including a giant hot tub. Mo told me that 
our bedroom was on the second floor and near the back of the place. After I 
located it and deposited our luggage I went in search of a drink for myself. 
I found Deb, Mo, and Ian on the back porch that faced the lake. Apparently 
the party had already started.

I wondered what Mo's function was. Apparently so did Deb. I went in to get 
more drinks and she followed me in.

"What's Mo doing here?" she whispered. "He's not staying is he?" I had 
failed to mention to Deb that there would be others. Ian wanted it to be a 
surprise for her.

"Beats me," I answered. "It's his place and he is our host, I guess." I 
could see a look of disappointment cross her face. She had been thinking 
about Ian and his big cock. It didn't take many drinks for Deb to forget 
about Mo's presents .

Mo, as most wealthy people do, took charge. I wasn't in any position to 
object being a guest, so I took a secondary role in the proceedings.

"So tell me Debbie," Mo said. "How's the modeling business?"

"It's slowed down some," Deb answered. She was sitting beside Ian on a porch 
couch.

"You probably don't know but I'm a pretty good photographer. Not a 
professional but more of serious amateur. I just brought a professional 
digital camera. Would you mind if I took some pictures of you?" Deb looked 
surprised but quickly agreed to model for Mo. He asked her to change into 
her bikini which she did.

Mo produced a fancy looking camera and told Deb, when she returned, to sit 
back down beside Ian. Mo took a couple of shots and directed her to move 
closer to Ian.

"I like the contrast of black and white," Mo said continuing to snap 
pictures. "Especially when it's in color. Ian, put your hand on her thigh." 
Ian did as directed and Deb looked up at him and smiled. "Great," Mo said. 
"Now Ian, put your arm around her...that's good. Put your faces 
closer...yeah, that what I mean." Ian's face was only scant inches from my 
beautiful wife's face. "That's great," Mo said. "Closer...closer...keep 
moving closer until your lips touch and hold it...Great...just great. Now 
put some passion in the kiss." Until that moment I never knew kissing could 
be so visually stimulating. Deb and Ian did a open mouth, deep kiss that 
lasted for over three minutes. "Ian, keep sucking her tongue. but put one 
hand on her breast," Mo directed and Ian put his big hand on Deb's covered 
boob. If Deb had any reservation to what was happeneing she hid it well. 
"Squeeze it a little, Ian," Mo said. "Yeah. That's it, work her tit, 
man...now push the top aside and show me her nipple...good...good...pinch 
her nipple."

Deb's bare nipple hardened under Ian's fingers and I could see her breathing 
become heavy. "Ian, get her top out of the way," Mo commanded. Ian, without 
breaking contact from her lips and tongue, quickly bared her other breast by 
shoving the bra aside. "Debbie, use your fingers on your other tit," Mo 
said. He took shot after shot of them kissing and both fondling Deb's 
titties. Mo let them play and kiss for another few minutes.

"Ian, lean back away from Debbie," Mo directed. "Debbie, take both tits and 
offer them to Ian." Deb looked confused a moment then took both of her full 
breasts and lifted them up and arched her back as she pointed her hard 
nipples at Ian. "That's great," Mo said. "Ian, get naked. Debbie put one leg 
over the arm of the couch...that's it...now pull your bikini over and show 
me your cunt...that's what I'm talking about...nice gash, honey," he said. 
"Now get a finger in it...wiggle it around, sugar," Mo said.

I watched in amazement as my pretty little wife toyed with her opened pussy 
while a naked black man with a powerful erection watched and an older white 
man took photos of her. It was baffling and erotic. Mo told Ian to go closer 
to Deb. Deb watched Ian approach and continued her masturbation. The cups of 
her top were pulled aside and the crotch of her bottoms was also still to 
the side and it actually seemed to make her even more naked. She looked...I 
don't know the exact word. Vulgar is a word that comes to mind. Maybe lewd 
is the word I wanted, or maybe wanton. Whatever the word, the effect was 
apparent to Ian and his massive hard-on. From the bulge in Mo's pants he 
also was aroused. I know that I had a boner that a cat couldn't scratch.

"Lean forward Debbie," Mo the director said. "Put your lips almost to the 
tip of Ian's cock...don't touch it yet. Be patient little one... okay, now 
slowly ease your tongue out so that it barely touches him...that's 
it...slowly touch the tip of your tongue to the tip of his cock...hold it 
there... that's it. Now Debbie, take his cock in one hand...that's it... 
take your other hand and cup his balls...now dear, take the tip of his cock 
into your mouth and hold it there a moment." Holy shit! I was witnessing a 
scripted blow job. Choreographed cocksucking. Mo directed her where to suck 
and for how long. I honestly don't know how Ian was able to stand it. I 
would have shot-off long ago.

I had been so intent on watching Ian and Deb, I hadn't noticed that Mo had 
gotten undressed. He was still in pretty good shape for a man of his age. 
His cock wasn't anywhere as large as Ian's, but it was still impressive if 
you're into that sort of thing.

Mo reversed them. He had Ian eat Deb in that slow, painstaking, incremental 
way. He hot shot after shot of Ian's tongue touching her clit. More shots of 
Ian's teeth grasping her clit and pulling it outward. Mo got shots of Ian 
biting and teasing her spiked nipples. The slow precise way Mo directed 
their activities had both Ian and Deb in a high state of sexual excitement. 
I could tell Deb had several orgasms.

"Tell me Deb," Mo said kneeling down beside the frenzied couple. "What is it 
you want most right this moment? Do you want a hard cock in your pussy? Do 
you want Ian to ram that hard black cock in your tiny white cunt and fuck 
you? Would you like it if Ian lifted your legs, and spread them while 
shoving that log of his all the way in your pussy? Would you like that?"

"God Yes!" Deb screamed at him. "Let him fuck me, please! I want to be 
fucked!"

"And so he shall, little one," Mo said. "But you have something to do first. 
You have to fuck me, dear. Are you willing to do that?"

"Yes!" Deb screamed. "Give me some cock! Fuck me somebody!"

While Ian held my wife's legs open for his boss, Mo slowly penetrated her 
pussy. He eased in an inch at a time until he was balls deep in her. He took 
pictures of her as he did.

Mo fucked like he directed. Slow and deliberate. He had Deb in an orgasmic 
fury in only minutes. She bucked hard against him trying to get him to 
increase the tempo but he had only one gait and nothing caused him to hurry. 
Even when he came he didn't hurry like men are supposed to do. After fifteen 
minutes of slow plodding fucking he squirted a load of cum in her and slowly 
withdrew his cock bringing a long string of cum with him.

"Okay Ian, fuck the slut like the bitch she is," Mo said when he was out of 
her. "Fuck her hard." He had no more than got out of the way when Ian 
mounted Deb. He fucked my wife as if fucking was going out of style. Like 
there would be no tomorrow. The force of Ian's cock slamming in and out of 
Deb was a loud wet slurping sound, but Deb was far louder. She yelled, 
cursed, and screamed in shameless enthusiasm.

Ian got Deb onto her knees on the couch with her upper body hanging over the 
back. He crammed his cock in her from behind. Her position was perfect for 
Mo to give her his cock to work on. She sucked Mo like a starving child and 
soon had him hard again. I moved in when Mo moved out. I let my wife suck my 
hard throbbing cock.

"Pull out of her cunt," Ian," Mo said. "Let's open up another hole." He 
squirted some oily looking substance on Debs butt and worked it into her 
ass. After he got her greased enough he shoved his cock in Deb's nether 
hole. I had to take my cock out of her mouth because she was about to get me 
off. I wanted to wait a while before I came. It had the appearance of being 
a long night for all of us, especially for my tiny wife.

Mo handed me his camera and told me to get some photos of him butt fucking 
my wife. He told me to make sure I got pictures of her expression as she was 
being fucked. I did as he instructed and again was amazed at the shameless 
expression of lust on my wife's beautiful face. She was transformed from a 
normal woman to some kind of sexual creature.

"I got her opened," Mo told Ian. "I'll bet you can get that black python up 
her ass now." Ian had worked about half his huge cock into Deb's asshole 
when he picked her up and turned around. He sat back down on the couch and 
Deb's weight droved her all the way down onto his ebony fuck stick. Deb's 
scream of agony was deafening. She kicked and thrashed about trying to 
dislodge that black rod from her rectum. Ian held her in place until she 
stopped wiggling so much.

Mo used his fingers on her pussy bringing her level of pleasure back above 
the pain. It wasn't long before she was enjoying what the two men was doing 
to her. While Mo played with Deb's cunt Ian slowly began to move her up and 
down on the ebony anal invader. Soon Deb was helping him fuck her ass. She 
started to climax again for the hundredth time. I captured it all with Mo's 
camera.

The two men continued fucking poor Deb until she was no longer totally 
conscious of what was happening to her. With Ian's help I got my wife into a 
shower and cleaned and revived her. When she could talk she complained that 
her butt was stinging. I was sure it did and after she was able, I took her 
to a bed and put some ointment in her battered rectum. It was something that 
Mo furnished that contained a anesthetizing agent.

***

Debbie's Story:

After the stinging stopped I sent Joe up to our room to get my robe. The 
session with Ian and Mo had been intense and I was still a little shaken. By 
the time we joined Ian and Mo they had dinner ready for us. I was a little 
surprised at my appetite. I was ravenous and ate with gusto. Mo kept the 
conversation light for most of the meal. It was near the end when Mo got 
serious.

"Tell me Joe," Mo said to my husband. "How do you like being the husband of 
a slut?" Joe seemed to consider the question seriously for a moment. I asked 
myself how I liked being referred to as a slut.

"Deb has had the making of a slut for a long time," Joe said looking first 
at Mo then at me. "Since it's only been the last few months that she's 
actually been a slut, it's a difficult question to answer. So far it's been 
great. I love to watch her getting a good fucking."

"She seems to really enjoy it," Mo said looking at me. "Are you loving it, 
Debbie? Being a fuck toy? Getting your cunt packed with hard black cock?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," I answered him. "I even loved having your old 
dick in me." Hell, if he could be blunt to the point of rudeness, so could 
I. Mo stared at me a moment then burst into laughter.

"Well said, Debbie," he said . "What do you like best about sex?"

"I like it all," I answered honestly.

"But isn't there something that stands out above everything else?" Mo 
inquired. I thought about it while he poured me some more wine.

"As a matter of fact there is," I answered. "I particularly like it the 
moment a cock touches my pussy for the first time. It is very much like an 
electrical shock that runs through my body. Also I like it when an orgasm 
first starts to form. That moment when I know I'm going to experience a 
climax."

"What else?" Mo insisted.

"I like it when I see Joe's face when a hard cock is deep in me. I love 
watching the range of expressions on his face as I'm being fucked by another 
man." I almost told him how much I loved sucking a cock and watching the 
man's face when he came. I didn't tell him that. I could have told him how 
much I liked anticipating getting a hard cock shoved in me. That moment when 
a man was just about to put his dick in my body. I could have spent a long 
time telling them of all the things I liked about sex, but I decided not to 
elaborate.

"Is Ian's cock the biggest you've had so far?" Mo asked. I wanted to ask him 
if he was writing a fucking book, but I didn't. After all he was our host. I 
admitted that Ian's was the biggest, and I wondered about that "so far" 
part.

"You're probably wondering why I'm being so inquisitive," Mo said with a 
smile. "I've had a keen interest in black on white sex for a long time. It's 
kind of an obsession of mine, you might say. My late wife helped me with 
that obsession until she died a few years back. My wife was the official 
Moss Boat slut. That position has been vacant too long and I'd like for you 
to fill it." I was stunted and frankly didn't know how to respond. Luckily 
Joe kept his wits.

"Mo, what does that involve?" Joe asked.

"Officially it is vice president of public relations. In reality it's more 
private then public. Debbie would, as my late wife did, fuck for me whenever 
and whoever I asked. I have a cadre of black studs that I use from time to 
time. I make movies and photograph the sessions for my personal use and of 
course I get involved in the actual fucking. It pays very well, I might 
add." Mo added. He named a figure that was fantastic. I watched my husband 
as he digested this wild turn of events.

"The Moss Boat slut is just another name for company whore," Joe said.

"Exactly," Mo said. " A well paid whore to be sure, but a whore never the 
less. Debbie would maintain some semblance of office house for appearances 
sake, but not to strenuously. I understand the female body functions and of 
course I take that into consideration when I schedule events. I don't expect 
an answer right this minute. I understand you both will want to talk about 
and consider it before you decide. Let's go back to the theater and we can 
watch some movies of my wife in action. Maybe that will help you make up 
your mind."

I had heard about the tragic accident that took the life of Mo's wife. It 
was a boating accident in Florida a few years back. I remember reading about 
it even though I didn't know who any of the people named.

When Mo said theater he wasn't kidding. On the ground floor of the expansive 
cabin was a nice theater just like the ones at the mall except smaller of 
course. Joe and I took seats near the back.

"So what are you thinking?" Joe whispered. I shook my head. I wasn't 
refusing to answer, I didn't know how to answer. "You have to make the 
decision, Deb," Joe said. "I can't make it for you."

"I know," I said. "But you need to help me. This is all so overwhelming. He 
offered more than three times what I use to make. I know it's not about 
money, but it's hard to ignore the figures he mentioned." I knew what the 
real issue was, and it wasn't the two hundred grand a year. Did I want that 
kind of life for myself? Did Joe want a whore for a wife? Could I live the 
lifestyle even if we wanted it? Neither of us spoke as the screen lit up. I 
recognized Lori Moss from her photos in the paper, before and after the 
accident. She was a short blonde with an almost pixie-like face. Not 
beautiful but attractive and sexy. I couldn't help but notice that she and I 
were very much alike as far as our bodies. Short and heavy chested. The 
screen depicted Lori Moss servicing three big black men. She was sitting on 
one, his cock in her pussy, and another with his cock in her ass. She was 
giving head to a third man. The camera zoomed in on the two cocks embedded 
in her pussy and ass.

"Is that what you want?" Joe whispered. "Do you want to be a place for black 
men to dump their cum? Do you want your holes used like hers is?" While I 
pondered his questions the scene shifted. Lori Moss was on a bed, her leg 
spread wide and sperm gushing out of her red swollen pussy. She grinned at 
the camera and fingered her clit. There was a look of total satisfaction on 
her face.

"Yes," I said to Joe. "Yes, I do want to do it. I'll be Moss's company 
whore." I spoke loud enough so that Mo Moss could hear me. He turned around 
and gave me a thumbs up along with a big grin. "When do I start, Mo?"

"A couple of hours ago," Mo called back. "You are on the payroll, my dear. 
Welcome aboard."

***

Joe's Story:

There was something strange about watching the movies that featured a dead 
woman. It was hard for me to get that fact out of my mind.

"Debbie, come down here and join me," Mo called my wife and his newest 
employee. I knew what Deb's answer would be to his proposal. I think I knew 
the answer before she did. Deb had changed since her modeling began. Instead 
of the sweet little wife I had known she was now a...well, slut is the only 
word that really describes her. She was a tuned in and turned on woman. I 
had wanted a hot sluttish wife and now I had one. She gave me a quick kiss 
before she went to join her boss.

Ian got up to make room for Deb to sit between them on the front row of the 
mini theater. Mo leaned toward Deb and spoke to her. I couldn't hear what he 
said and that was the moment it dawned on me that I wasn't in control any 
longer. Mo Moss was. I only half paid attention to what was happening on the 
giant screen or to Deb and her two companions. I was mostly thinking about 
how my life, our lives, had suddenly changed in such a short time.

When my attention finally came back to the present I noticed that Deb had 
taken off her robe and was sitting on Mo's lap facing the screen. I knew 
that he had his cock in her and I could see his hands reaching around to 
grasp her tits. Apparently another round of fucking had started.

***

I woke up in my bed alone. It was morning on the lake. The house was quite 
except for the faint sound of music from somewhere in the huge house. I was 
more than a little hung-over. I managed to get up, get to the bathroom and 
to the kitchen. To my surprise Deb was already there looking pert and 
cheerful after her night of debauchery.

"Good morning, lover," she said handing me a cup of steaming coffee. She was 
wearing a pair of white shorts and tee shirt and obviously no bra. Her 
nipples stood out like two hard buttons. "You really tied one on last 
night," Deb said . "I have a pitcher of Bloody Mary's made."

I felt some better after two potent drinks and a few cups of coffee. I asked 
Deb where our host was.

"Mo went into town to get some things," she answered. "Ian is out on the 
lake playing with a new boat, and I'm going to get some sun. Want to join 
me?" Laying in the warm sun sounded like just the ticket to me. We applied 
sun-block to one another and lay inert for a long while. Deb was nude but I 
modestly kept my shorts on. I have never been a fan of being naked unless 
there was a purpose to it. Before I closed my eyes I noticed that my 
beautiful wife look no worse for wear except for a few love bites around her 
boobs.

I heard the boat come into the dock but I didn't open my eyes. I also heard 
a car arrive but that didn't arouse my attention either. I didn't bother to 
stir until I heard Mo yelling for Deb.

"Debbie, where are you?" Mo's booming voice called from inside the house. 
"We have company."

***

Debbie's Story:

It was official. I was the Moss Boat Company's whore. If there had been any 
doubt as to my status, Mo made sure I understood exactly where I stood. He 
and Ian used all of my available openings until late into the night. When I 
woke up I was alone and covered with sperm. Nothing that a hot shower and a 
few minutes in the hot tub didn't take care of.

I felt good and the only cloud was poor Joe. He watched the two men used me 
and drank a lot. Joe isn't used to heavy drinking and long before Ian and Mo 
finished with me, Joe was out of it. It took all three of us to get him to 
bed.

Laying in the sun is good tonic for anything that ails you, so that's what 
Joe and I did. I was almost asleep when I heard Mo yelling that we had 
company. I slipped my shirt and shorts on and went to find him. Joe followed 
me into the house.

"There you are," Mo said hitching his thumb at a white man standing beside 
him. "This is Tiny." Whoever named him must have been blind. Tiny was not 
tiny by any stretch of the imagination. He was tall but also unbelievably 
fat. Tiny had to tip the scales at four hundred pounds at least. Giant rolls 
of fat hung over his belt. His piggish face was so fat that his eyes were 
nearly hidden. "Tiny this is Debbie." The huge creature grunted what I 
assumed was a greeting and held out a enormous arm whit a huge hand 
attached. I took his hot sweaty hand in mine wondering what on earth this 
fat hog of a man was doing here. I didn't have to wait long.

"Show Tiny your tits," Mo instructed me. "Tiny loves big titties, don't you 
Tiny?" I hesitated and Mo scowled at me until I lifted my shirt and exposed 
my breasts to the big ugly man. "Only thing Tiny likes better than big 
titties is pussy. As you might imagine, Debbie, Tiny doesn't get many offers 
of quality pussy. You'll be happy to give Tiny some pussy, won't you?" It 
came to me in a thunderous crash of comprehension that I was a whore and 
whores didn't get to pick and choose who they serviced. As that understand 
came I nodded my head. Yes, I would give this disgusting thing my pussy, but 
not happily. Nobody could make me be happy about it.

Across the hall from the theater room was a fully equipped studio. I 
recognized some of the equipment from my modeling days. On one side of the 
room was a low table on sturdy legs. The top of the table was padded. I 
thought I knew what the purpose of the table was.

"Debbie, if you would please take off your clothes, we'll get started," Mo 
said. When I had removed my shorts and shirt Mo directed me to get up on the 
table and spread my legs. "Give Tiny a good look at your pretty gash." I did 
as he said to do. Tiny managed to get his clothes off and stood before me 
fat and naked. His stomach drooped down but didn't hide his cock. Like 
everything else about the hulk his cock was also large. Long, thick, and 
with a banana like curve in it. His dick was as misshaped as everything else 
about him.

Tiny's pig-like eyes seemed to be fixed on my wide open pussy. He lumbered 
toward the table I was perched on while stroking his big dick. The studio 
lights came on and I saw Ian manning a large video camera. I also saw Joe 
come into the room and stand beside the door.

"You like what you see, Tiny?" Mo asked coming to stand beside me. He ran 
his fingers through my pussy lips and coming to rest on my clit. "I can tell 
you that this is fine, top notch pussy. This bitch loves to fuck, don't you 
Debbie?"

I felt conflicting emotions. I was repulsed by the sight of the fat slob who 
stood close to me. I also felt a surge of heat course through me. Mo was 
pinching my clitoris and tugging at it. That caused me to start to moisten. 
When Tiny reached out and put his finger on my pussy there was a gush of 
lubricant flooding my pussy. It was almost embarrassing at how fast I went 
from a reluctant whore to hot slut. Tiny wiggled his fat finger into my 
pussy and plunged it in and out of me several times. I had a small orgasm 
and Mo laughed.

"Didn't I tell you she was a hot blooded bitch?" he said, still chuckling. 
He released my clit and stepped back to give the fat man room. Tiny withdrew 
his finger and replaced it with two fingers. He rammed them in me as far as 
they would go and I shuddered as another small climax hit me. "Tell the man 
what you want, Debbie," Mo said. "Tell him you want him to fuck your cunt 
with his big ol' crooked cock."

"Fuck my cunt, Tiny," I said. "Stick your big ol' cock in and fuck me." At 
that moment there was no other persons in the world. Just me, Tiny, and Mo 
and at that moment in time I did want the fat hog to fuck me. I wanted his 
ugly cock more than anything else. Tiny grabbed my legs and pulled me to the 
edge of the table so that half my butt was hanging off. He lifted my legs 
and caused me to lay back on the table. I felt the tip of his cock touch my 
pussy and I felt that current of electricity surge through me and suddenly 
he was in me. Deep in me. Tiny didn't display any finesse, he just rammed 
his curved cock in and started fucking me.

Whatever Tiny lacked in looks he more than made up for in pure stamina. He 
hammered away at my defenseless pussy for nearly thirty minutes before he 
flooded me with his cum. Mo wasn't through with my degradation. He made me 
get on my knees and clean the fat man's cock with my mouth while he took 
still photos of me. I sucked and licked the slimy cock with my forehead 
resting on Tiny's huge belly while Ian videoed the action. It would take 
several hot showers to get me clean. At least in my mind.

***

Joe's Story:

I didn't know whether I should be turned on or disgusted watching my wife 
being fucked by the gross man. It was some of both if the truth be known. 
There was something erotic in watching such a small beautiful woman being 
ravaged by such a disgusting looking creature. In spite of how the man 
looked Deb got off several times. I suppose it's true that you can close 
your eyes on ugly.

While Deb showered, and Ian hauled Tiny away, Mo and I fixed lunch from the 
take out food he brought with in along with Tiny.

"You know what that was all about, don't you?" Mo asked me while we worked. 
I admitted my ignorance. "It was a test," Mo said. "Of course it didn't 
surprise me that Debbie passed with flying colors. If she can fuck something 
like Tiny she'll fuck anything and that what I'm looking for. She is going 
to be a great slut for me. I have a crew coming in later today. Three big 
black studs that I've used before." Mo came over and looked directly at me. 
"I'm pleased that you are handling this so well, Joe. I've been watching 
you, you know. I don't think I've ever seen a man look so proud of his wife 
as you do."

***

Debbie's Story:

That was it! I determined while scrubbing my body for the third time that it 
wasn't going to work. Mo Moss could find himself another whore. There was no 
way I wanted to do what he wanted me to do. Fuck him and his money.

I got dressed for traveling because I was sure Mo would kick Joe and I out 
when I told him I was through. I got to the kitchen in time to hear Mo tell 
Joe about Tiny being a test. I paused at the door and eavesdropped on him. 
For some bizarre reason I felt proud that I had passed the test. Hearing Mo 
tell Joe how proud he was of him and how proud Joe looked when I was being 
screwed caused my resolve to crumble into ashes. I shouldn't be hasty, I 
thought. There would be time enough to quit later. Also hearing that there 
were three black studs coming may have had something to do with my decision. 
I went back down the hall and changed into something more suited to receive 
guests. A black panty and bra set. I am a believer in dressing nice for 
company.

The End of a fantasy yarn

*

(Author's note: In the fantasy world there are no unwanted pregnancies, no 
aids, syphilis, gonorrhea, or genital herpes. In the fantasy world there are 
no serious repercussions from most stupid decisions. In the fantasy world 
women love to be pounded mercilessly by big hard cocks until they pass out. 
In the fantasy world, marriages don't fall apart because of infidelity or 
jealousy. This is the real world, so get real and protect yourselves. 
Shooter)
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