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SOCCER MOM Part Three of Four

Written by Titslave / Jan 6, 2000


Mrs. Vicki Gordon went through new clothes that she had bought at the
mall in the last few days. She spent a long time with make-up,
choosing the right earrings and bracelets, and trying out then
settling on an almost masculine cologne - with lots of it on her
cheeks, neck and her arms. She narrowed down her choice of bra to
three, each with weave patterns, and settled on a very flimsy 42E
black brassiere that displayed the top halves of her breasts. She put
on matching garters and thigh high hose. She put on one of Tim's white
shirts and, leaving the bottom buttons undone, tied the shirt so that
an enticing knot sat above her smooth, bare tummy. This only enhanced
the sight of the breast flesh with its mouthwatering cleavage, and the
bra pushed her ample globes together in a way that she hoped would
drive her young admirers crazy. She put on nothing under a dark brown
long, snug, see-through skirt besides her garters and thigh highs. Her
ass cheeks and ass crack were hard to through the thin, skin hugging
fabric. As she sat at the vanity and worked nervously to fit on new
red high heels with long laces that wrapped lusciously around the tops
of her feet, she dialed the phone and called Tony. The thought of
hearing his voice as the phone rang made her flutter, and when he
picked up, with his Caller ID, he answered, softly: "Is this the best
fuck in town?"

"Hi," she said nervously, "how'd you guess?"

He got an erection from hearing her voice. "We've been waiting all
morning for your visit, Mrs. --- Whore-don. If you don't get over here
soon, I am going to have to jack off."

She flinched at the nickname, but liked it, in fact loved it. His
gutter talk made her feel lusty. "Who's there? What other horny guys?"
she said, trying to sound as sexy as she could. "Eric and your long
lost admirer, Kyle. Are you looking real hot like we said?" Vicki's
heart jumped at the sound of Kyle's name; she had missed his eager sex
and long hard dick. "Oh, Tony," she purred, "I've got on a top that
shows off alot of my tits and nipples and a see-through skirt and high
heels. Are you're sure it's OK that I come over? Is this a bad time?
Maybe I should go somewhere else?" She wanted to play with his sex
drive. "Vicki, you are definitely coming. I want to watch you suck
dick. My big geek brother may be here, with his nerd friend, working
on his computer, but they should be leaving when you show up." "Is
your brother cute and also - uh - appreciative of girls with big
tits?" she asked. "Definitely, but he's totally shy. A complete geek.
And he's in love with you Really?" she lit up inside like a firefly.
"You haven't noticed. He comes to all the games just to see you. I
think you've met him. His room's wall has a bulletin board, and it's
completely covered with pictures of you." "You're kidding? Really,
Tony?" her voice went back to a soft, girl style. "Then make sure he
doesn't leave. I have to meet him. See you at 1."

Tim Gordon was so perturbed and nervous about what was going on with
Vicki that he left work to drive toward home at lunch time to surprise
her - maybe in the act - and talk some sense into her. He was, to put
it mildly, struck dumb by the things he had seen and heard. Now he was
determined to put a stop to this. His wife was in need of therapy. She
was acting like a back-in-the-alley tramp. Noticing the Explorer in
the driveway as he turned on to their street he decided to check her
out from a distance, so he waited. He parked the car a few houses down
and when she bounced out of the house in a very daring outfit, dressed
to kill, he followed her.

Meanwhile, when Tony got off the phone he turned to Eric and Kyle in
the kitchen. "She's on her way, y'all." He smiled and cupped his balls
under his soccer shorts. "Get ready for a kickass blowjob." The other
boys cheered. Eric reached for his gym bag. "Kyle, we better get out
shirts off and slip into the team shorts. Our little soccer whore
loses control when she sees her men without shirts and in shorts. And
don't forget the athletic supporter."

Then Tony called upstairs to his brother. "Hey Carl. We've got company
in about five minutes. Hope you don't mind." Carl was a freshman at
the local college, living at home. He was a very smart computer
science major, and actually quite handsome, but hid behind his glasses
and his smarts. He had gone to all the games his brother played, and
had a desperate crush on C.J.'s mother. He had yet to date a girl,
although he inwardly quaked at their presence and particularly lost
all composure when Vicki Gordon was within view. The sight of her big
tits filled him with fear, and lust.

"Who's coming?" he asked, looking with concern at his brother, one of
the few people he could look in the eye when in conversation with
them. Another young man, Daniel, the "geek" Tony had referred to,
stuck his head out of the bedroom. "A chick," Tony said coyly.
"Really," Carl said with curiosity, "Who?" "C.J.'s mom." Carl's mouth
opened. "Mrs. Gordon? She's coming here? Now?" He began running his
hand through his hair. "Yeah. And I told her how much you admire her?"
Carl ran down the stairs, cursing. "You told her what? What's the
matter with you?" Tony ran for cover into the dining room. "I told her
about your bulletin board, too!" Carl pushed him against the wall and
turned and walked up the stairs. "I can't believe it," he sighed,
shuddering at the thought that SHE would be coming here. He
disappeared into the bedroom and slammed the door.

Tony turned to his confederates. "Maybe Mrs. Whore-don can tease Carl
and his friend a little while she's here," he snickered. "She sounded
like she wanted to fuck him when we were on the phone." The doorbell
rang.

Tony called up. "Hey Carl, get the door." He looked at Kyle and Eric
and smiled. "Fuck you!" Carl shouted from the bedroom. "I'll get you
cable net access for your birthday!" Tony said. Carl slowly came to
the head of the stairs and looked down at his brother. "You're paying
for it for two years?" Carl said quietly, the anger draining from his
voice. "Six months," Tony said. "One year," Carl said. Since Tony was
going to get one year's worth of cable access for his brother anyway,
this was no concession. "OK, I'll get the door. Maybe it's not her,"
Carl said. The bell rang again. Carl walked slowly, apprehensively,
down to the front door and opened it.

There stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His dream
woman. Her face was so wonderful. Her bright red lips formed a broad
smile and her marvelous eyes, all dolled up, looked at him with
intense curiosity. His peripheral view of her chest made him weak in
the knees. "Hi there," she said. "Are you Tony's brother? I'm Mrs.
Gordon." He could not look at her face, and struggled without success
to avoid staring at the decolletage inches from him. "Yeah, hi," he
said, opening the door and practically fainting as she stepped inside.
She looked eagerly at Tony, Eric and Kyle, and Carl took in her body,
his eyes as wide as saucers.

Tony and the others practically died with amusement at this initial
encounter and could hardly wait for more. Then Tony stepped to her and
said: "Wow! You look fantastic! Hey Carl, doesn't she look
incredible?" Carl was mesmerized. "Carl? Hello?" Eric yelled. Tony
hugged her and kissed her passionately for a moment, a sight that
shocked his brother. When she did the same for Eric and Kyle, and
Vicki cried to the latter: "Hello, stranger," and put her hands on his
ass, Carl leaned against the wall, running his hand through his hair
again. Vicki took her time kissing Kyle passionately, driving her
tongue into his mouth, making him neck with her more intimately,
rubbing her tits against his bare chest. She loved to kiss in front of
these guys, and thrilled at the sound of their murmurs and nervously
awkward chuckles and coughs.

Now Eric and Tony were taking turns grabbing her ass and her tits
while she kissed and fondled Kyle. Tony whispered to her, "my
brother's totally shy, but he really loves you. Why don't you tease
him a little?" She nodded and snuck her hungry hand all the way down
Tony's shorts in the back to feel his balls while she was still French
kissing Kyle. Vicki looked for their hard young cocks and she was
happy to notice three swelling groins eagerly extending toward her.

"How do you guys like my outfit? I tried to look sexy!" She posed and
turned. They looked her over and murmured heartily. "Hey, Mr. Gordon
must go nuts when he sees you in this, right?" Eric grinned. "He's
never seen me like this," she said softly, sticking her chest out at
Carl and watching for the awkward reaction of this boy, who obviously
thought she was a hot chick. "Carl," she said, moving closer to him,
"how do you like my top? Is it too tight?" As he muttered "I guess
not," she looked down at her huge looking tits and said: "I caught you
looking at my chest when you opened the front door, young man," she
giggled, aroused at the stimulation she was giving him, "look at me,
Carl." He looked up at her, in a deeper blush. The other guys were
snickering. "Carl, " she said in the most intimate voice she could
summon, "have you been looking at my big tits? And my ass?" "I-uh-
didn't mean to," Carl said, feeling his lust more directly but still
very shy in the company of the ravishing lady.

"That's kind of a long skirt," Eric cut in, "I don't think he could
see your ass...." She turned and bent a little, shaking her butt. Very
slowly she pulled up the skirt, first revealing her knee highs, then
the big round cheeks of her bare ass. "Now he can see," she said,
staring back at him, then turning so the others could see it. They
whistled appreciatively. She lowered her skirt.

Tony fondled her with a big smile. "Ever thought of going blonde?" "Do
you want me to?" she said earnestly. "You'd be totally hot as a
blonde," he said, running his fingers through her hair, "and with
pencil thin eyebrows." "Really?" she said, turning to the hall mirror.
Carl watched as Tony and Eric stood behind her and looked at their
hands squeezing her breasts while she stared at herself picturing her
hair blonde, her eyebrows thinned.

The atmosphere was quickly filling with sexual tension. "Oh, guys, I
know somebody you know, two very athletic boys. Two - uh - new friends
of mine," Vicki said, moving to Carl's side with her arm in his. She
looked over at Tony and Eric and this gave the self-conscious, meek
Carl an opportunity to take in her breasts, her hair, her beautiful
eyes and profile, how smooth her skin was around her neck and
shoulders. Mostly his eyes locked in to her chest, its cleavage so
enticing.

Tony smiled and gave Eric a comradely punch in the shoulder. "Did you
make their acquaintance at the track?" "Oh yeah," she said, rubbing
Carl's arm, "I couldn't wait til 1 and needed cock this morning. So
they came in handy." Tony said: "I hear they came in you." Eric
laughed. She smiled, turning her eyes back to Carl. "That too," she
said.

"Hey Carl," Tony smiled, now standing behind her and pushing his dick
against her ass. "Why don't you take Mrs. Gordon upstairs and show her
the changes you're making on your computer?" Carl blushed as she
pushed her breast against him. His hands were soaking wet. "Oh, that's
OK, some other time."

She moved within an inch of his face. "I would love to see what you're
doing. Tony says you're really smart. Please show me." She caressed
his face. "You're sweating, gorgeous," she said, and began blowing
softly into his face. She looked dramatically down at his crotch,
bending down and looking closely at his erection, then looking up at
him coyly, shaking her finger, "and you like me." Her cologne smelled
incredible to him. The others giggled.

"Well, all right," Carl said. Tony said to her: "Follow me," he headed
up the stairs, then Vicki, and the others, Carl immediately behind
her, gawked at her full, luscious ass grinding back and forth as they
ascended to the second floor. Someone put on some rap music. "Hey
Vicki, why don't you show Carl how to kiss?" Eric said, smiling at
Tony and Kyle. Vicki put one arm around Carl and her hand on his neck
and pulled his mouth close to hers. He resisted. "Whoa," he said,
"this is getting pretty wild." Tony snickered. "Oh c'mon bro, let
her." Vicki began to kiss his cheek and his mouth, while he stood
there overwhelmed with the excitement of the situation. "You sure are
pretty," Carl said, his voice breaking. She laughed and turned around,
backing herself into his chest, and pulling his arms around her waist.
Carl's eyes fell to her massive tits. "How about that view!" Tony
said, letting out a wolf whistle.

Saying he felt a little dizzy, Carl sat down on the computer table
bench next to Daniel, who had been working on the computer, pretending
not to see but becoming enormously aroused. Tony, Kyle and Eric sat on
or stood by the bed that faced them. Vicki leaned forward between Carl
and Daniel, staring at the screen and asking questions. She shook her
ass back and forth to the music, hoping that her lovers on the bed
could see through her skirt and that they were getting rock hard. She
put her hands on Carl's and Daniel's shoulders. They both were so
nervous their hands trembled as one, then the other, took the mouse or
used the keyboard. "Hey let me see too," Tony said. He stood directly
behind her and began squeezing her ass, and rubbing his dick against
it. He worked her skirt up to her waist and, holding it over her buns,
turned to Eric and Kyle, eyebrows jumping up and down in his brow, his
strong, long fingers pointing at her ass. He stuck his tongue out and
licked.

She kept asking questions about the software they were working on and
Daniel and Carl discovered that as she leaned further between their
heads her breasts were packed in a narrow space at the level of their
eyes. One of the bashful techies would turn to look at her and a
massive tit was there, enticingly half-confined by her shirt and bra.
The young men were almost paralyzed with the shakes.

Meanwhile Tim had parked his car three houses down and walked with
determination to Tony's family's house. His wife had been let in
twenty minutes earlier and he was intending to knock authoritatively
and demand to see her, and drag her home. But when he reached the
front door, which was ajar, this assertive impulse had been replaced
by a shudder and an accelerating heartbeat . He became sneaky, almost
unconsciously so, and instead of knocking pushed the door open
carefully so that he would not be heard. There was nobody on the first
floor, but he heard music and voices - one feminine - in an upstairs
room. He slowly ascended the stairs and stood in the bedroom opposite
a doorway to another bedroom, and off to the side to avoid being
noticed - at first. He was shocked to see his wife, to his left inside
the bedroom he was looking into, and dressed like a harlot, with a
teenage boy playing with her bare ass, while she seemed to be flirting
aggressively with two older boys sitting at a computer.

At this point Vicki made her voice very seductive. She was getting so
wet from toying with these guys. "Let me sit down and you can show
me," she said, lightly scratching their shoulders and their necks
while Tony pulled down his shorts and began to rub his long, hard dick
against her ass. He turned with a gesture of exasperation to his mates
on the bed. Tim felt like a hammer was beating against his head.

As she had moved to sit she noticed for the second time the face of
her husband in a mirror that reflected the doorway across the hall
from Carl's room. At first she was stunned, and expected him to barge
in. She masked her anxiety. But this second time she found herself
entering a level of excitement - a sexual high - that was half-
triggered by his presence. His passive presence. Was he just going to
watch? I won't let him know I see him, she thought. Let him watch me
for a while, thinking I haven't noticed. Let him watch me show off for
these babes.

Carl got up and took Vicki's place behind the bench and she sat down
at the bench next to Daniel. Her husband was just feet away from her
and cursed her for the breathtaking way she looked. She stretched her
arms above her as if to yawn and then let them drop behind the back of
the bench. Tim watched the boy she called Carl standing closer behind
her, staring down at her tits to the point of salivation, as did the
one called Daniel.

Vicki's arms glided upward and caressed Carl's shaking body, pulling
him closer. She turned slightly toward Tim, careful to avoid looking
at him directly, but excited at the thought that her husband could see
everything. She looked up at Carl. She kept thinking of the pictures
he had taken of her at the soccer games. She said nothing for a moment
and he just stared, frozen. "Give me a kiss," she muttered. Eric
yelled, "C'mon Carl, kiss the lady," and Kyle chimed in. "She's a hell
of a kisser, likes it WET." Carl leaned way over and managed to meet
her mouth and pecked at it. He began to move back up and away from her
but she pulled him back and drove her tongue into his mouth. From his
hiding place Vicki's husband shook his head, dumbfounded. Here she
was, attacking guys half her age like a crazed slut! He had to do
something to end it. Affecting an interest in Carl's work she turned
around to the front and acted very attentive to the computer. She
moved the mouse around a little and began to say: "Well, if I click on
this icon," then she slowly, casually, dug her hands into her bra,
pulled her left tit out and let it jut out from a perch on Tim's
shirt, bare, rude, and aimed, despite its weighty fullness more up
than out. "....what happens?.....will this program go right to the
Internet?" She made it seem like she had done nothing exciting, but
the impact on Carl and Daniel was stupendous. Their jaws fell to the
floor. Her breast seemed so much bigger to them than they thought.
Carl smiled, uncontrollably giggling with nerve trauma, "Wow," he
said, shaking his head. "Wow!". "Oh yeah," Kyle said, off the bed and
craning his neck. Tim saw Carl and Daniel look at each other pop-eyed,
and Eric grinned at their very obvious state of stupefaction.

She looked up at Carl. She wanted to drive him nuts while her husband
stood there like a dummy. She tried to avoid blocking Tim's view. She
wore a serious expression on her face, and played with her tit as she
stared earnestly into Carl's deer-in-the-headlights eyes, and almost
whispered: "Well, will it take me to the World Wide Web? Are you
paying attention to me?" He was speechless, and inwardly her
excitement was boundless. So she turned to Daniel, "Carl's got nothing
to say. What do you say?" He just stared at her chest and she turned
to the screen, clicking with the mouse. "Show me some more stuff," she
said softly. God this was fantastic, she thought. She was almost
panting, but concealed it. She studied Daniel's face for the
continuing reaction, then turned and looked up at Carl. The others
were laughing and poking each other.

Tim watched in shock as Tony walked over with his dick straight out,
perching stiffly over the top of his jockstrap. Tony then stood to her
side, partly blocking Tim's view. Tony licked her ear sloppily and
said, jacking his cock: "Vicki, I'm horny, so why don't you turn
around on the bench and suck Carl and me off at the same time?" These
words, the sight of the boys on the bed rubbing their exposed dicks,
and Tony's bare ass and beefy thighs, with his wife's beautifully
manicured fingers promptly exploring his young athletic skin, made
Tim's hair stand on end. As far as Tim could make out his wife was
licking Tony's jockstrap. This was confirmed when Tony swiveled around
and stuck his bare fanny out at her. "Kiss my ass, big tits," he said.
She buried her face in his ass, knowing that Tim was watching, no
doubt in shock, as her hand reached around to fondle the rigid boy-
cock. Tim noticed lipstick all over the cup of Tony's athletic
supporter. After a few minutes of Vicki eating his ass Tony stepped
behind the bench next to Carl and called musically: "Time for your
facial, soccer mamma."

Without speaking Vicki turned around on the bench and knelt, facing
Tony's purple, rock hard schlong. "You're leaking, my dear," she
giggled with a dirty tone to her sweet voice, kissing his pisshole.
Carl was so jittery and aroused he was giggling uncontrollably. She
rubbed his crotch eagerly as she began to stroke Tony. "Nice doggie,"
he said, taking her hand away and slapping her cheeks with his cock,
"suck my cock, big tits." She sighed as she slowly took Tony into her
mouth, her bright, sparkling lips wrapping around his swollen
cockhead, then the stem. Eric and Kyle were now standing to each side
of the other two boys. "Suck that dick, Mrs. Whore-don," Eric laughed,
stroking his cock with anticipation. He went on, "Kyle, you should
have seen her fucking Reggie last night after she fucked us. He's got
a fuckin' elephant dick and she went crazy, jacking us off while she
sat on his entry into the Guiness Book of fuckin' World Weenies," he
said. Everyone laughed, especially Daniel and Carl, tension being
released.

Tony and Vicki were looking at each other as she cupped his balls and
took him deep, past her tonsils. Vicki loved the sight and smell of
his pubic hair, and breathed in his boyish crotch odors. She yearned
for cock jammed down to her lungs. "Oh yeah," Tony smiled, loving the
feel of his dick penetrating her throat.

Tim reeled - he could not believe his eyes and ears.

Carl suddenly was over his shyness and pulled his pants down to his
socks, exposing a rigid and thick cock with oversized, very hairy
balls. "Hey Carl, you're about to be sucked off by a professional,"
Kyle laughed. Tim felt clobbered again when Kyle continued: "You
shoulda come to practice to take more pictures of her. After practice
we had an 'accident' - her mouth and pussy collided with my dick, and
Tony's and Eric's...."

She changed her wickedly puckering mouth to Carl's cock and as he
stood next to his brother, watching in disbelief as this older woman's
mouth worked his dickmeat so lovingly, he felt like his body was
concentrated completely in his rock hard prick. This was making him
crazy with an exciting new passion. He vibrated with the forbidden
feeling of this horny housewife's mouth sliding up and down his virgin
prick. Mrs. Gordon, his dream girl. The sight of her cocksucking and
her accelerating jacking off of his cock made Tony yell and shoot a
huge load of semen into her face. "Oh shit!" Tony gasped. Vicki's
husband was horrified to see her laugh quietly as the cream blasted
her face. And, to his frightening surprise, he sensed that he was
getting turned on. He fought this reaction. No way I am going that
route, he told himself.

The creaming of his wife's face was just the beginning for Tim's
embarrassment. He had shuddered when he heard his wife laugh heartily
and not even lift a finger to wipe away the dripping boy jizz. She
just kept right on sucking on Carl's cock. Tony, in a daze with sexual
release, stepped back , collapsing on the bed with a sigh of
contentment, and Kyle took his place. Vicki managed to free her other
tit and told Daniel to squeeze them, which he unhesitatingly did.

"It's about time," she said, happily jacking the two hot studs'
pricks, "for my weenie husband to show up." Eric yelled, "Excuse me?"
"He followed me here," she said, rubbing both cocks against her mouth.
"God I wish I could suck these at the same time," she laughed, licking
one then the other, "but they're too fucking fat." Eric persisted:
"Your husband followed you here now?" Tim's stomach went in a full
circle the way she spoke, so calm, so nasty, so dirty. "He could be in
the house as we speak - and as I suck - looking for me. I don't think
he would like it if you studs were coming in my face like this. Maybe
someone should check downstairs for him and get him up here. I'd love
to see his face when I fuck all you guys." Tony sat looking at her and
sensed how much of a charge she got out of acting so nonchalant about
this possibility.

"You mean he wouldn't do anything?" Tony went on. His question ended
and Tim waited for her reply, delayed by the sinister sounds of the
subtle smacking of her hand on Carl's spit soaked cock and the suction
sound of her mouth working Kyle's dick. Tim was hoping that she would
recognize the depravity of this sex she was consuming so wantonly. Tim
was expecting her to say that he would step in to this filthy bedroom
and take control, make her see that this was wrong, get her to return
to reality.

With a pop she let Kyle's dick leave her mouth and she spoke, her eyes
never leaving the two pricks as she stroked them vigorously, her grip
on each tighter and tighter. "I really wanted those guys at the track
to get turned on by my big tits and so I wore a tight top with no bra.
My husband saw me leave for the track knowing I looked like a whore.
He should have thrown me on the couch and fucked me. But he went to
the track and said nothing, which means he must have seen me shaking
my bare tits at those guys, before they took me to the old broadcast
booth and gave me some hard cock. So I think he - uh - likes to
watch."

"No way! That's pretty wild." Eric said, the thought making his dick
harder as he waited his turn impetuously. "My dad would knock heads,
including my mom's...."

Tim saw this as a challenge he had to face. He slowly walked across
the hallway, and taking a deep breath, knocked on the door. They all
turned and saw Tim Gordon, pushing the door the rest of the way open.
Just then Carl began to cry as if in great pain and hot gobs of cum
spat furiously out of him, landing all over Mrs. Gordon's face. She
stared at her husband, smiled, and said: "Hi honey." Strings of jizz
hung from her chin and were larded over her cheeks and in her hair.
She looked at Carl's still hard cock and swallowed it, switching her
eager fingers to Kyle's dick.

"Mr. Gordon!" Eric said, his cock defiantly pointing at Vicki. The
others were either reflecting shock or disbelief.

Tim looked at the incredible scene and said: "Vicki, I think you need
to come with me." He gulped, watching her hands pull the two boys by
their asses when they instinctively began to back slightly away from
her.

"Now," Tim said.

The boys were frozen, uncertain about what to do. "How long you been
here?" she said, rubbing the cocks against her face. "I just came up
the stairs, hearing voices," he said, coughing nervously.

"That's a lie, my dear," she said. She grabbed her right tit and
pointed it in the direction of the doorway. "You've been standing over
there, watching me have fun with these," she turned and closed her
eyes, looking over her lovers for what seemed like an hour to Tim, " -
uh - very healthy guys." She dropped her tit dramatically, watching
its fullness. "I was shocked at what I saw," he said, defensively.
Vicki didn't want this cock party to end and sensed that she could
keep them all here. Nobody was going anywhere. "I think if you wanted
to stop this you would have walked right in and grabbed me by the hair
and dragged me out of here. You would have screamed so loud the
neighbors two blocks away would have heard you." She looked at Tony
and Eric, and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Then she went back to
sucking on Kyle's spit-shined, long, fat cock. Quietly she observed,
"Kyle darling, the head of your cock is quite large. You're almost as
big as Reggie." She spat on it arched her back, stroking it
vigorously. Her tits jiggled as she jacked him. Although Kyle felt the
need to throw his clothes on and leave sexual energy he got - they all
got - from Vicki kept him there. And he and the other boys were
beginning to think that her husband was not going to kick anyone's
ass, or even raise his voice to them. Then Daniel resumed his tit play
and Eric moved next to Carl and gently but assertively edged him out
of the way. Eric's fleshy wand had softened but hardened with the
shift in tension from being caught to being allowed to be dirty in
front of Vicki's pussy husband.

"Tony? Are you home?" It was his mother, calling from the living room.
"Shit!" Tony said. He slipped a shirt on and brushed by Tim, who was
now half turning to look in the direction of the stairs. Tony turned
to look at Tim, then pulled on his arm. "Let's go downstairs and keep
her distracted." Tim looked at him, confused, then over at his wife,
who was contentedly sucking Eric off and jacking Kyle with renewed
energy. "Come on, Mr. Gordon!" Tony whispered as his mother's voice
rang out again, sounding closer to the foot of the stairs. Tim began
to moving with him, just as Kyle gasped and cried out and his dick
exploded with five heavy shots of semen, landing all over her.

Tim followed Tony downstairs, hearing someone close the bedroom door
behind them. Tim shuddered at the thought of what would happen in
there next. But immediately as that very upsetting thought descended
upon him he was confronted with Tony's mother, looking quizzically at
him over Tony's shoulder. "Mom," Tony said, "this is C.J.'s dad, from
soccer." "Hello," Tim said, extending his hand with a half smile.
"Hello," she said warily. Sensing her concerned stare at him, Tim
said: "My wife and I stopped by to drop off - uh - some pictures my
son sent from France. He's managed to -uh - get some soccer in over
there while living with his French family." Tony wanted his mother
downstairs. "Yeah, they're totally cool, mom. Then I told C.J.'s mom
and dad about some of the new games Carl and I have on the computer
and we got into a kind of tournament upstairs. Eric and Kyle and
Daniel are here too."

Tony's mother was somewhat mollified, but Tim sensed she had
questions. "I heard a yell just now upstairs," she said to them,
squinting at them slightly. "Oh that was Kyle," Tony said. "That Duke
Nukem gets pretty intense, right Mr. Gordon?" Tim smiled at him
through hateful eyes. "Sure does, Tony," he said. "Mrs. Gordon is
totally, uh, blowing everyone out of the water," Tony smiled, winking
at Vicki's husband. Tim wanted to strangle this brat. His mind was
still up in the bedroom, visualizing the liberties his loose wife was
taking with young men half her age. But he put on the face of the
established suburban middle-class husband. "She really is fascinated
by computer games," Tim said. Tony was getting warmed up: "Yeah, she
just blew us out, man. She really had all of us guys by the balls!"
His mother raised her voice: "Tony, watch that language." "Sorry," he
said, acting contrite, "I only meant that she jerked us around like
she's just retarded, you know, like real rocked us, and then, bam, she
sucks you dry, like a female vampire." Tony's mother winced again at
the coarse language and shrugging, turned to Tim. "How about you, Tim,
why aren't you up there fighting space monsters or whatever you do?"
Tony jumped in, "Oh, Mr. Gordon is cool. Laid back. He just hangs to
the sidelines and watches his wife eat us for lunch. Right Mr.
Gordon?" He laughed and smacked Tim on the back. Tim could not absorb
what has happening to him.

Just then Vicki's cries rang out from the upstairs den of lust, joined
by the unmistakable, repetitive, rhythmic sound of bedsprings. "Oh
yeah, do it! Oh fuck!" Vicki's words were somewhat muffled, but Tony's
mother frowned. "Must be a hell of a tournament," she said. She turned
to go upstairs and Tony beat her to the landing. He turned and said to
them both. "Mom, show him some hospitality," he smiled. Tim looked at
this high school senior's groin and noticed that Tony was sporting a
rock hard boner. She turned to put away bags she had been holding the
whole time, and Tim stayed behind a moment, watching Tony fretfully as
he walked upstairs. Tony stared back, grinning, and rubbing his
crotch, working his eyebrows like Groucho Marx.

"Coffee, Tim?" Tony's mother said, beckoning him into the kitchen. She
was clearly confused about the situation and, Tim thought, had decided
to wait it out - to give Tim's wife time to finish whatever she was
doing and come downstairs. Tim was so jittery he thought he was going
to vomit. "Sit," she said as he accepted her offer of coffee. "I think
this soccer program has benefited this town in a lot of ways, don't
you?" she asked, sitting opposite him at the table. "It's directing
these boys, and their adolescent energies, into something positive."
Was she trifling with him? Did she know and was torturing him,
enjoying this profound embarrassment? Why was she smiling like the
Dalai Lama?

The bed's shaking resonated, and that energy she talked about was
raining down upon Tim in the form of a chorus of excited voices from
upstairs. "I agree," he managed, "they have a lot of energy at that
age." Tony's mother slid a cup in front of him and began to pour, then
said, brightly, "Oh, I know your wife. She's Vicki, the soccer team
mom. She's one of the team, practically. You know, Tim, I think every
boy on that team has major puppy love for your wife...Have you noticed
how they light up when she comes to the games? Tony just loves that
inspirational hug she gives him." How much longer could he endure this
treatment?

Upstairs, Tony had rejoined his comrades in time to see Vicki on all
fours on his bed, getting fucked by Eric. "God I've missed your cock,"
she moaned, looking back at him with a diabolical grin and moving her
ass against his sweaty groin. "You like fucking my pussy? Oh fuck,
give it to me," she laughed. Daniel was sitting at the head of the
bed, stroking his cock. She turned back to face his impressive,
purple-headed rod and told him to stick it in her mouth. "Have you
ever fucked a girl, Daniel?" she asked before she swallowed him, amid
the sound of Eric's electrified body smacking away on her round rump.
"No," he said timidly, mesmerized by her big tits, swaying and
jiggling wildly before him. "Want to fuck me when he's done?" she said
in a gentle, almost maternal voice. "Sure," he said. Then Eric let out
a yell, Vicki thrust her ass at him to get as much of him as deep in
her as she could, and he blew a heavy load inside Mrs. Gordon. He
couldn't imagine a pussy feeling as good as hers. Like Tony, he just
wanted her all the time. Eric fell back and Vicki immediately, it
seemed, swiveled around, telling Daniel to stretch out on the bed. She
straddled him with her back to him and spread her enticing ass apart,
cum dripping out of her vagina. Cum was caked all over her. She looked
back at him through her matted hair and moaned with delight as he
rubbed his cock tentatively against her ass and her pussy. Mounted
over his groin, her wicked behind bulged wonderfully, its crack
slightly spread. "Come on, Daniel," she purred, reaching down to aim
him, "be a good boy and - oh yeah - fuck me with that big virgin
cock." She slowly began to move up and down on him, her fingers
kneading her ass cheeks. "How does it feel?" she laughed, poised
proudly as she bobbed over him, sweat from her wanton afternoon
flowing again. "Geez," he said, delivered to the thrill of sexual
intimacy for the first time in his twenty years.

Kyle and Carl were nude, standing by the bed, unable to take their
eyes off this nympho housewife. She noticed them working their renewed
erections and laughed, "I just love all this nice young dick." She saw
Tony and smiled: "Is my husband still talking to your mom?" Tony
laughed as he dropped his shorts and pulled out his hard dong: "Yeah,
she's giving him coffee."

They heard a timid knock on the door. Tony gestured for silence and
everyone froze for a moment. He tip toed to his door. "Hello?" Tony
said quietly. Vicki's husband spoke in a normal voice: "So how you
guys doing in there? Your mom is fixing sandwiches for everybody...."
Tony, his dick standing at attention, opened the door and Tim came in,
his face white. Tony closed the door and Tim saw his wife, who had
been sitting motionless, resume fucking Daniel. She hardly noticing
her husband entering the room - it was more important that Tony's
mother was not at the door. This was too much information, Tim
thought, and he unconsciously sat down on the computer bench. Tony
said: "Hey, could you tell her we're almost done and we'll be down in
about ten minutes?" Vicki moaned as her fucking increased in
intensity, and Kyle, now confident as were the others that he was free
to do with Vicki as he pleased, stepped closer to her, aiming his rod
at her face. Instantly she gripped i began stroking the venous shaft,
looking at him seductively.

Tim stood up again, his mouth gaping. Tony turned to join the
competition for Vicki's nasty mouth and said assertively to Tim,
"Thanks Mr. Gordon. Tell my mom we'll be right down. I don't know how
hungry your wife will be, 'cause I want her to swallow my jizz. OK,
who wants Mrs. Whore-don to blow them? Hey Luke, I think it's my turn
to have big tits suck me off......" "Look at those tits bounce!" Luke
laughed, swatting at one of her tits, "they're like watermelons!
Fuckin' A!"

Tim attempted to put a stop to this and stood up, whispering hoarsely
and loudly to his wife. "Vicki," he said. She ignored him. He called
her again. She bent her head slightly to look at him and took a dick
out of her mouth. "Yeah?" she smiled. "Are you coming?" he asked. "Oh
yeah, Tim, any minute. After I finish coming, I'm leaving." Tony and
Eric laughed as she went back to sucking Kyle off.

Tim went back downstairs and for the next half hour felt forced to
engage Tony's mother in conversation, explaining that they were
totally engrossed in computer games. Finally, racked with disgust, he
loudly called up the stairs to say he was leaving. There was anger and
frustration in his voice. "My husband sounded like he was pissed!
Imagine that!" his wife laughed, half in amazement.

Confronted with the risk that his mother would find them out, Tony
ended the fucking party. Vicki managed to sneak into the bathroom to
clean herself up and charmed her way through an awkward chat with
Tony's mother, then left. Tony's mother had looked at her decolletage
with a scowl - and Vicki liked that reaction.

Despite the carnal traffic through her mouth and pussy since last
night Mrs. Gordon was thinking about more. She felt like flashing
young guys and driving them crazy, then fucking them. Increasingly,
the forbidden world of anal sex came up on her emotional and sexual
radar screen. And she thought: how can I get a hold of Reggie.

When she pulled into the driveway Tim was waiting for her, leaning
against his BMW. "Hi," she smiled, walking toward the front door. He
called to her from the driveway. "I am very upset about what you're
doing, Vicki," he said, after clearing his throat. "Well, hubby, come
on in and let's talk about," she said. He noticed how delectable she
looked in the tight skirt, how bright and happy she seemed as an
adulteress, a filthy whore housewife. Did she have any qualms about
this degrading behavior?

"Let's sit on the couch, honey," she said. Her voice was draining his
will. He sat down and she sat sideways, her cleavage close to the side
of his face. He made a point of looking away from her. "Vicki, this
can't continue," he protested. "What, you don't want my tits in your
face?" she giggled, her hand wandering to his thigh. "You're my wife.
When we took a vow we promised each other fidelity, trust, loyalty.
You belong to me." He found himself laboring to express heat, anger,
authority. She was silent, then said: "But I have discovered that I
love to fuck young guys. What a fantastic life there is out there,
beyond your occasional interest in fucking. If I walk into a bar
dressed like this, or the food court at the mall, twenty guys will be
on me like white on rice." "I find your language offensive. You're
talking like a trailer park slut. Don't YOU find that offensive?" he
said. "Offensive? It gets me hot! It's such a turn on! And I just love
to show my body I can make a guy to do anything I want with these
tits! If I offer to suck his cock I can get even more."

He stood up, totally confounded by the way she was talking and
conducting herself. "You're crazy," he said defiantly. "No, I can,"
she said, looking out the window. "I don't mean it that way. You're
acting like a whore and I demand that you stop this now." She ignored
him and noticed landscapers across the street, packing up their
equipment in a truck. They had been looking her over since they
started doing the Spelvin's property about a month ago, and she had
been teasing them back. For the past few weeks she had found some
excuse to be in the front yard when they were there, and Vicki just
loved to wave at them in her bikini top and shorts, then bend over as
far as she could for as long as she could.

"I'll prove it to you, my dear," she said to Tim, looking out at the
landscapers. "Prove what? Are you listening to anything I'm saying?"
He was yelling at her, and she was getting more kittenish the more he
summoned his anger. She walked to the front door and opened it. She
walked out to the porch and called to them. "Hi guys!" she hollered,
sticking her chest out. The crew leader smiled at her. He was tall and
the most openly admiring of her charms. The other two turned and took
in the view of her curves on display. "Want a beer before you knock
off for the afternoon?" she smiled, leaning seductively against the
railing. Tim walked up behind her. "Vicki, what the hell are you
doing?" He was incredulous. The tall dark crew leader chatted quickly
with his two laborers. Then he called back, wearing an eager grin.
"Sure, Mrs. Gordon." In a matter of minutes one of them had moved
their truck and trailer so that it was parked on the Gordon's side of
the street, and the t were walking up the steps to the Gordon home
front door. Tim, tight lipped and seething with anger, curtly shook
their hands as Vicki let them in. She smiled and winked at her
exasperated husband.

The men smelled of a day of labor, of grass clippings, gasoline,
cigarettes and sweat. She led them into the kitchen and sat them down
around the breakfast table. "Honey, cold beers for these handsome
guys," she said, loosening the knot in his shirt that pushed her big
tits close together. "I bet you guys are hot," she said. "Yes, hot
today," the tall one said, clearly uncomfortable with English and
obviously enraptured with Vicki. Tim's heart jumped as he reached into
the fridge and heard his wife say: "Well, I am boiling. Off with the
shirt," she said, opening the front of Tim's shirt, half releasing her
bra stuffed breasts, and tossing the shirt on the floor. She stood
behind the tall one and began to rub his shoulders, her big tits
swelling out magnificently over the man's head. "My what shoulders,"
she moaned. She rubbed her breasts back and forth in his hair, one
mashing into it and then the other, back and forth, and smiled at his
companions then Tim as she did it men laughed at each other and said
something in Spanish as they stared at her breasts. "How much for the
beer, Mrs. Gordon?" the tall one said, putting his hands on hers as
they worked his shoulders.

"The beer is free," she said, "but my tits are five dollars. Each."
The men's mouths dropped and they stared at Tim for a moment, sizing
up his reaction, which was a resigned shake of the head. After a
collective shock and a nervous laugh from Tim the big guy said, "Tits
are five dollars?" She giggled, "Um hmmmmmm," and moved her finely
manicured hands to his brawny chest. "Five dollars for each tit or
five dollars for each of us?" he said. She laughed, "Oh, a negotiator!
Uh, five dollars for each of you," she said. "Five dollars for each
tit, ten altogether," he said. "How about this," she said, taking a
tit out of the bra and pulling it to her mouth, "If I pose for you,
and you play with my tits, and I suck you off ---- will you cut our
lawn?" "Free sample for each of us, then we'll tell you," the big one
smiled. "Sure!" she said, and looked up at Tim, "you're OK with this,
aren't you, darling?" Tim glared at her, "I am NOT OK with this," he
spat out. She stuck a huge tit into the big man's waiting mouth,
mashing her abundant flesh into his face. "They're just going to suck
my tits, Tim, what's the big deal?" she looked down at the man and
said, "You have got a wonderful mouth, and you get my mouth on your
cock if you mow our lawn." After he had sucked hungrily on her breast
she walked around the table, giving each man a couple minutes of tit
play.

"OK," the leader said, "we do it, but you suck us now and again when
we're done. Each of us," he rubbed his crotch, sticking his groin out
toward her. She looked at Tim, and studied his face coyly, then said:
"That seems fair, Tim. What do you think?" "I think you need medical
help. And I must ask these gentlemen to leave this house, now. Vicki,
I won't stand for this." Vicki walked over to her husband and
whispered: "Listen, honeybunch, this IS my therapy. I needed lots of
cock and I got my wish. I don't need you to OK it." "Well then, what
does it matter, what I think?" Tim said. He watched as his slutty wife
pulled her other breast out and took the leader by the hand. "Come
with me to the blow job area," she said, snickering and shaking her
bottom at the three strangers. They followed her eagerly into the
living room, the landscapers unzipping their pants in anticipation.
She faced them and shook her tits at them. The tall one was named
Nick, and his cock was long a rd. The other two were short, well
built, each with mustaches and ruddy skin. She positioned herself at
the corner of the couch, bending down so that she could suck one of
the landscapers' cocks as its totally aroused owner stood behind the
couch. Another man laid his head on the couch so that he was under her
chest, her breasts swaying heavily over his face. She stroked the
third man's prick.

After about fifteen minutes of this, during which Nick and his crew
changed places amid her laughter and their increasing moans of
pleasure, she would get on all fours so that her knees were on a
coffee table and her tits hung over the space between it and the couch
and she could blow one of them as he sat on the couch. Another lay on
the floor and mauled her breasts. Her nipples became so turgid they
looked like little dicks. The third sat next to the other on the couch
and enjoyed her hand stroking up and down his hard cock. Nick came
first, shooting cum all over her face. Then the second, who ordered
her to swallow what must have been a generous wad of semen.

When she had finished sucking off the third guy to climax, and she was
tasting gobs of cum she had scooped off her cheek and eyes, the tall
one smiled at her husband for a moment and then said to him, almost
contemptuously: "Your wife fucks us and we do flower beds and hedges
too." Tim looked down at the living room floor and then glared at
Vicki, muttering: "whatever." The three landscapers spoke to each
other in Spanish, gesturing toward Tim, and laughed hard among
themselves. The tall one persisted: "So what do you think, boss?"
Vicki giggled. "Tim thinks my ass is worth more. Okay, next week you
come here and do the lawn, the garden and the shrubs too and you got a
deal." "We fuck you then too," Nick said. "I hope so," she snickered.

Nick asked to use the phone to call the owner of the company about his
change in schedule. "He may be coming here," Nick said to Vicki,
smiling. "He may be a little mad at you." "Mad at me?" Vicki said,
frowning, then disappeared upstairs to shower. Tim made calls for work
and in between them, stupefied from the events of the last day,
decided to confront his wife with a video he would make of how
dysfunctional she looked while she acted like a slut. Maybe that video
and the one from the morning would get through to her. He went to the
car and took the videocam out of his trunk, and told himself as he set
up the camera covertly in the dining room that she would watch herself
and say: "My God Tim, what have I done? I feel so degraded. I am sorry
and I won't do this ever again." He looked out at the three workers
and shuddered at their return later on to get "paid".

While he was setting up the video camera by perching and camouflaging
it on top of a cabinet in the dining room, Tim heard a knock on the
door. A very tall, blonde, well built man was at the front stoop. Tim
greeted him. "Can I help you?" Tim asked. "Hi, I'm Jack, from Jack's
Landscaping. I see my crew is taking care of you. They weren't
scheduled to go this far past three thirty. Is Vicki at home?" Tim
winced at the man's patronizing tone, but saw that, at last, he had an
ally. Tim let him in eagerly. "My name's Tim Gordon. They are working
here on a rather informal basis that I'm not comfortable with, and if
it's all the same to you I'll pay you for the work they have done and
they can go. Frankly I want them out of here." Tim felt that this man
was here to collect up his workers and get them off to where they were
supposed to be, perhaps even bawl them out for acting the way they had
with Vicki.

Jack seemed to be looking around for somebody. Then he looked down at
Tim and said brusquely, "Could you get your wife? Is she home? She's
the one I need to speak to." Tim said: "You can talk to me. If there's
a problem caused by their being here I can take full responsibility."
As Tim spoke he noticed that Jack's bright green eyes were drifting up
the stairs toward the second floor, and smiling. Tim turned around,
his stomach forming the thirtieth knot of the day, and saw his wife
standing on the stairs with a robe on, fresh out of the shower, her
hair wrapped in a towel.

"Are you Vicki?" Jack said, looking her over. Tim spoke: "Vicki, I can
handle this. This is Jack. He's runs the landscaping company." Vicki
smiled. "I have seen you with your guys across the street. I'd reach
out to shake your hand but if I did my towel would open." Jack stared
at her, taking a couple of steps toward her, completely ignoring Tim.
"It's got a lot to cover up there at the top," he said, "maybe if you
let the towel go you could shake something else". "Are you referring
to my rather large boobs?" she laughed. "Yeah, the boobs you've been
showing off at my crew every time they come here." They stared at each
other and Tim said: "So what do I owe you for the work they've done
until this point?" Tim said, turning toward the kitchen to get his
wallet. Jack kept looking at his wife and said: "Nick told me about
the arrangement for payment." "Oh did he!" Vicki grinned, wiping her
hair with the towel, jiggling down one step toward Jack. "He told me
you like to cock, but I'm mad because he left out my profit and
overhead. He forgets he works for me sometimes," Jack said, then:
"Christ you ARE a sexy bitch." Tim stopped, and pointing his finger at
Jack, said: "All right, stop right there, buddy. There's no call for
that kind of talk. You can't talk to my wife that way." Jack kept
staring at his wife, and went on: "Nick told me you showed them your
big tits while he," gesturing at Tim with his head, "got the beers. I
want those big tits and came over here to see them. That will take
care of my profit. And you can suck my cock to cover the overhead." He
turned to Tim, looking snidely at him. "Where's that beer?" Tim tried
to be tough. "Excuse me?" he said defiantly.

"Oh honey, where are your manners? Get the man a refreshment," Vicki
muttered, letting her towel drop to the stairway carpet. Running her
hands over her ass she turned and stood with her back arched, smiling
at Jack and glorying in his pop-eyed reaction. She showed off the
profile of her large breasts and round butt. Then she leaned forward,
sticking her ass out and piling her tits fluffily on the banister,
their oversized nipples staring at him enticingly. "Are you a breast
man?" she said, looking down at him. "They're huge," he said, clearly
bowled over by the experience of this housewife whore revealing her
breasts to him within the space of five minutes. "Catch," she said.
She literally jumped off the stairs into his arms, giggling. After a
deep kiss he held her chest close to his face and sucked on her tits,
her hand feeding them to his hungry mouth.

Tim protested: "You can't walk in here and do this to my wife." Vicki
barely looked at her husband and said, with a trace of annoyance: "Oh,
will you relax? He IS the owner, and - mmmmmmm - he's got real big
hands." Jack, ignoring Tim, stared into Vicki's bright, needy eyes and
kissed her passionately. He stood her in front of him on the steps,
turned her back to him, and played roughly with her breasts. "These
fuckin' tits of yours sure make my dick hard. Now stand over me after
I lay down here...." the stranger said. Tim heard the menacing sound
of Jack unzipping his pants. Tim watched Jack walk up a few steps,
then lie down backwards, feet facing the second floor, then pull his
pants to his knees. ".....and blow me." She laughed at the sight of a
rather large tool staring erect up at her. She began to kneel to his
side to suck it. "No hot lips," he said gruffly, "stay standing and
face the other way and lean over so I can see your slutty ass and your
tits while suck my cock." Practically hyperventilating with giddiness
at the sound of a real man speaking to her like this, Vicki gladly
played the contortionist. She stood astride him and bent over, her
stretch made easier because of his elevated crotch. She felt a hand
reach under her and grab roughly at her hanging tits. Another hand
rudely explored her ass and her pussy. "I knew you loved to show off.
I've been hearing about how you pose for my crew every time they show
up across the street. Oh -yeah you tramp, rub my balls. Mrs. Gordon,
the cocksucking housewife."

Tim was amazed to see her sustain a vigorous sucking of this man's
cock for about ten minutes, when Jack's gasps and filthy comments
about her body suddenly ended and he shot his load into her mouth. As
she continued to suck him for the last drops, in the same awkward
position, Jack turned his eyes toward Tim, who was standing at the
kitchen doorway with Jack's beer. Tim's wallet happened to be sticking
out of his pants pocket. Jack spoke curtly: "You can put the beer on
the table in the living room so I can enjoy it while my guys fuck your
wife. Oh, and don't bother with your wallet. Your wife just paid me."

Tim regretted that he had not taped this display of depravity, to show
her, to teach her a lesson. So he made sure when the landscapers came
in, about ten minutes later, that Vicki was distracted with Jack so
that the video camera was ready to go. He hit the "record" button when
they walked in the door. Vicki had not bothered to dress and got on
her knees in the vestibule. "Thanks so much for beautifying our humble
estate! You guys are the best! Now how much do I owe you again?" She
smiled and looked at her husband. She pulled two swelling crotches
toward her and said: "Honey, don't bother with your checkbook. I can
pay them." Tim was getting enraged at these sarcastic references to
the mode of payment. "Vicki, what do I have to do to get through to
you?" Tim began to bellow, "I insist that you stop this bullshit NOW!"
His wife walked up to him and grabbed his left ear hard, and pulled.
"Shut up and learn something, husband." She was amazingly cool and
controlled about it. She stared intently at him. "Watch me fuck some
more guys."

She swayed away from him, making a point of shaking her slutty ass at
him disdainfully. The landscapers dropped their trousers and took
turns stuffing Vicki's mouth with their dicks. When one was in her
mouth she jacked another and felt a third smacking her face. Feeling
as if he had been spanked, Tim cursed under his breath. To survive
this ordeal he became worried that the camera would not be catching
this, and tried subtly to walk through the dining room and move the
lens to the left.

The group migrated into the living room and Nick, the tall one, could
not wait to ram his dick into her, gazing with an evil grin as she
sucked on one of the other guys, who sat on the couch. Nick rubbed
himself without any regard to Tim's sullen expression, staring instead
at Vicki's bare ass. Nick and the third man played with her ass, then
Nick knelt behind her and she looked back at him, shaking her big fat
butt. Jack sat in Tim's easy chair and rubbed his cock, bringing it
back to its erect length. His dick was imposingly poised for action,
almost swelling by the second across his belly, its head stretching
past his navel. He called out like he owned the place. "Fuck that
pussy, Nick!" And soon Nick was screwing her hard, his testicles
slapping against her. After Nick shot his load he spanked her luscious
butt and let his assistants take turns with her. They yelled in
Spanish to each other and giggled as she moaned in uninhibited
pleasure. By the time the third man was ed on the couch and fucking
her while she sat over him, her tits bouncing wildly, Jack was on his
feet in front of her, beer in hand. His rigid rod pointed up at her
face.

Tim walked over to the couch and said: "Vicki, I'm asking you one more
time. Tell these guys to leave and promise me you're going to get some
kind of help. You're ----- sick." She stared at Jack's cock, then
said, still staring: "I'm sick?" she gasped, whimpering over the sweet
sensation of the dick that was impaling her. After a moment of
silence, punctuated by moans of sexual wickedness, Tim said: "No, I
don't think I am." Another beat, then Vicki, drawing on her athletic
fitness, leaned forward so that her weight was transferred to her
heels on the floor and she was close enough to Jack's cock to rub it
against her sweaty face. "If you're healthy," she yelled, looking up
at Jack, "I'm glad I'm ill." "Look at yourself," Tim said, faint
outrage in his voice, "you're acting like the town tramp." "If being
ill is getting to turn guys on and getting fucked like this, anytime I
want, then I don't want to be healthy like you." Jack and she laughed.

Saying nothing, Tim walked into the dining room. The third man yelled
"Shit! Shit!" and, grabbing Vicki's tits, blew his load in her hungry
cunt. After he stayed inside for a moment she sat up, got off of him,
and sucked the last drops of man-cream off of his dick. He and his two
companions said goodbye to Jack, lewdly promised Vicki they would see
her again soon, and called out to Tim: "OK, boss, we're leaving, don't
hurt us!" They poked each other and laughed as they looked at him
again and acted frightened.

His fist rhythmically beating his rock hard meat, Jack hovered
trancelike over this still restless housewife whore. Vicki lay back on
the couch, her arms resting behind her, her right leg extended and
resting along the top of the couch so that her pussy was shamelessly
exposed to this man. She said: "Well, Jack, fucking you was not part
of the deal." "I don't think I need to bargain, sweetheart", his deep,
confident voice muttered. "You'll fuck me 'cause you've been staring
at my cock for the last ten minutes." He rested one leg on the couch
near her breasts, and thrust himself at her face. "Could we at least
apply it to future lawn maintenance?" she said, stroking it, her eyes
glued to it. Jack turned to Tim and snickered. "Your wife acts like
she's cutting a deal, but she's too dick-crazy to drive a hard
bargain. Oh, are you taping your big-titted wife?"

Vicki looked at her husband frantically hooking up the video camera to
a television he had just lugged into the living room. Tim glanced up
at her and said: "I think you need to see how silly you look. When you
see what you look like it just might occur to you that you're
embarrassing me and yourself." He started the playback and moving
images of Vicki at the running track with her juvenile studs flashed
on the screen.

She got on all fours, as Jack commanded, and he began to fuck her slow
and easy, pulling a little on her hair. When she smiled at him he
pulled harder, and smacked her on the buttock. The video came on and
Tim said to his wife. "Can you see this? This is you Vicki. This is
the mother of my children showing her breasts to two high school
twirps, half her age." He fast forwarded, hearing the carnal moans
increasing from the living room couch. "Now you're running up and down
the bleacher stairway with your chest bouncing around.....now you're
up in the booth getting your breasts sucked by these guys.....Tell me,
Vicki, do you even know their names?"

Vicki seemed to grow serious. She stopped pushing her ass against her
lover's groin and said: "Well, Timmy, if you were half the men they
were you would have kicked their ass and thrown me in the back seat of
the car. But you hid, like the twirp YOU are, and oh - how interesting
- taped me showing myself to my young studs. What a man of iron you
are.....oh, yeah," she turned and said, "play with my clit while you
fuck me...." Tim was going to stand up to her. "Are you going to
listen to reason?" She turned to Jack again and whispered something,
and they both laughed. "Why don't you tape me now, Timmy?" She resumed
her vigorous fucking, for another ten minutes as Tim watched, and
Jack, yelling out in exquisite pleasure, shot a second load, this time
in her cunt. She couldn't wait to beg him to stick his yet hard cock
in her mouth so she could suck out the final drops of semen, her
fingers lovingly caressing his hairy testicles.

From that point on Tim became a quiet grouch, exasperated at his
abortive efforts to keep his promiscuous wife under control. He vowed
to keep trying. Shaming her in front of others seemed to be the only
way. This would be accomplished at the soccer banquet.


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