A Distraught Housewife

	by RLM

			Sandy's Story

	It was almost 11:00 PM, and, as usual, I was alone in 
our den watching some meaningless TV sitcom.  My eyes kept 
darting back and forth between the TV set and the clock on 
the mantle.  "He should be home soon", I thought.  "Maybe 
tonight he would not be totally exhausted and we could have 
some time together."  I knew it was a forlorn hope, but I 
tried to remain positive.

	It had begun a little over six months before when 
Carson Electronics had finally gone bankrupt and closed its 
doors.  My husband, Greg, had been a vice-president with the 
firm having risen from the ranks during his 7 year tenure.  
The $155,000 per year salary he had earned in that position 
had permitted us to buy an up-scale home in a very nice 
neighborhood, own two cars, and enroll our 8 year old 
daughter, Gwen, in a private academy.  We had joined the 
country club in our area, took nice vacations every year, 
and I had more clothes than I could possibly wear.

	Now, just six months later, it had all changed.  We 
had suddenly found ourselves with zero income and a pile of 
monthly bills.  Greg had tried in vain to find another 
comparable position, but the general condition of the 
economy had made that pretty much impossible.  He did find a 
good job, but its $54,000 yearly salary did not come close 
to covering all of our expenses.  We had few options.  One 
choice was to sell our home, one of our cars, take Gwen out 
of the private academy, resign from the country club, limit 
or eliminate our vacations, and so on.  A second choice was 
for me to get a job so we would have two incomes.  The final 
choice was for Greg to work two jobs.

	The most straightforward option seemed to be for me 
to get a job.  Easy to say, not so easy to do, unfortunately.  
I applied for numerous jobs but my lack of work experience 
and education beyond high school eliminated me almost 
immediately from consideration for good jobs.  The only ones
available to me usually paid minimum wage and required work 
during hours when I needed to be home to take care of Gwen.  
I simply couldn't make enough money to make my working a 
viable option.

	Neither of us wanted to lose our home, our car, or 
Gwen's private academy.  So, the only remaining option was 
for Greg to work two jobs.  He had been doing this for five 
months now.  To get to his first job by 8 AM, he had to get 
up between 6:30 to 7:00 AM.  From 8 AM until 4 PM, he worked 
as an associate loan officer in a large bank.  His second job 
was as the night manager in a local club from 4:30 PM until 
11:30 PM.  This gave us another $35,000 plus bonuses.  So 
even with two jobs, we were still strapped as both together 
did not approach his former income as vice-president of Carson
Electronics.

	I heard the front door open.  "Hi, Sandy.  I'm home.", 
came Greg's tired voice.

	I greeted my exhausted husband with a warm kiss, 
embracing him tightly.  "I missed you, Honey.  A lot." I 
kissed him again, harder.  My sex starved female body pressing 
tightly against his masculine one.  I had hoped to feel a 
raging erection against my belly, but he was just too 
exhausted.  It had been like this for five months.  As a 
result, it had now been three weeks since I had been fucked.

	"Would you like some thing to eat.  I have a pot 
roast that I've keep warm.  It will only take a couple of 
minutes.  Sound good?"

	"Yeah.  It really does.  Thank you."

	While I got the meal ready, Greg showered and 
changed into his pajamas.  He looked a lot better when he 
came into the kitchen, but the fatigue was still obvious 
in his face.  Dinner consisted of pot roast done exactly 
the way he likes it, potatoes cooked with the roast, fresh 
green beans, a salad, hot bread, and freshly made cake.  
Having had nothing but fast food all day, he was starved.  
Even so, it seemed almost too much of an effort for him to
eat.

	I didn't bother with the dishes after we finished.  
I wanted to be with him.  As we walked to the bedroom, I 
whispered in his ear.  "I'm so hot.. can we have sex 
tonight?  I need to feel you in me."

	Of course, my husband agreed.  What man wouldn't.  
He got into the bed while I went into the bathroom to 
remove my clothes, wash my pussy, and put on some perfume.  
Five minutes later I crawled into bed with my husband,
already throbbing with need and desire.  He was sound 
asleep.

	At first, I was furious!  "I practically beg him 
to fuck me and he goes to sleep??!!"  "Oh Fuck!", I said 
aloud.  My pussy was throbbing with need.   A moment later, 
however, I calmed down sufficiently to realize that no man 
can work 15 hours a day at two jobs with another 2 hours 
needed to get from one job to the next so that he has only 
7 hours to eat, sleep, and take care of personal hygiene 
and still have the energy for sex.  At first, Greg had
continued to fuck me a couple of times a week, but as the 
demands of the jobs wore him down, this had deceased to once 
or twice a month, and it was still decreasing.

	With my husband unconscious in exhausted sleep, I 
did the only thing I could.  Spreading my legs, I moved my 
fingers into the wet folds of my pussy.  As soon as my 
fingers touched my engorged clitoris, it began to dance 
wildly in and out of its protective hood.  "Ooohhhh fuckkkk" 
I groaned, half hoping my moans would awaken my husband.  
When they didn't, I pushed two fingers into my vagina.  It 
began to throb and contract around them immediately.  I 
wanted to make it last, but I was just too hot. Frantically, 
my hand flew over my mound and clitoris with a fast, rotating
motion that almost instantly worked my clitoris to the 
bursting point.

	Planting my feet against the bed, I arched my hips 
high off the bed as they began to hammer up and down in fuck 
motions.  My thighs splayed wide open as my fingers plunged 
in and out of my cunt and rubbed my dancing clit.  It 
exploded!

	"AAAHHHHHHH...OOOOHHHHH... UUNNNNNNNNNNN..."

My juices spurted out, arching over a foot into air in a 
gushing stream.  My vagina and clitoris continued to throb 
for over a minute as I lay naked on the bed, my big tits 
heaving as I tried to suck air into my lungs.  It was
an intense climax, but not satisfying.  I needed cock 
inside my body.

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	The next Saturday afternoon, while Greg slept 
at home, I was sipping a cool bloody mary on the veranda 
of our country club with Doris Hendricks.  Gwen was 
playing in the swimming pool just in front of us.  Doris 
and I had been friends for some time, and she could tell 
that something was deeply troubling me.

	"You haven't been yourself for months, Sandy.  
I know something is wrong. Want to talk about it?"

	Her obvious concern caused my reserve to break, 
and I began to sob.  Doris immediately became concerned.  
Putting her arm around my shoulders, she handed me a 
tissue and just held me until I regained control.

	"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to go to pieces like 
that on you.  Thank you for caring and trying to help."

	"Come on.  What are friends for?  Tell me what 
the problem is.  Maybe I can help."

	Over the next 20 minutes, I described all of our 
problems.  Once I began talking about them, every thing 
just flowed out like water through a broken dam.   Finally, 
I concluded with, "So.. we're still having some financial
problems, but worst of all is that fact that Greg is 
totally exhausted... 15 hours a day on the job... two more 
traveling to and from work.  It's sheer torture for him, 
and I can't get a job that pays anything to speak of so I
can help out."

	As usual, Doris went right to one of the critical 
problems that I had not mentioned.  "A constantly exhausted 
husband and financial problems generally lead to really 
bad problems in the bedroom.  Have they?"

	Tears welled up again.  I nodded and answered, 
"Yes."

	"How often is Greg fucking you?"

	"Once or twice month.  He tries but its impossible.  
No man could."

	"And have you found a lover yet to take the pressure 
off of him?"

	Now I was shocked, really shocked.  "No!  Of course 
not!  There's no way I could cheat on him when he out there 
slaving to support us."

	"Okay.  Just asking.  Just wanted to find out how 
extreme your situation is.  My take is that it's getting 
close to the breaking point.   Do you know what my husband 
does to make enough money to support us in this lifestyle?"

	"You mentioned once that he's in the publishing 
business in some way.  He does subcontracting from a wide 
range of publications and businesses or something like that."

	"That's right.  He does.  And he's very, very 
successful at it.  Probably one of the best in the business.  
At least I know his services are highly prized by numerous 
businesses and publications.  The reason I mention it is
because I think he might have a job for you... one that 
wouldn't take you away from Gwen when she needs you."

	"I've tried to get a job, but I just barely managed 
to finish high school, and I don't have any work experience.  
With that background, the only things available are 
low-paying, minimum-wage type jobs that have impossible work
hour requirements."

	"I understand that, but my husband regularly hires 
people who work only 2 to 3 hours a day or even less, but 
who make a substantial income.  Would you like for me to 
mention your name to him.  I'm sure he would be delighted to
talk to you about the possibilities.  You could do it when 
Gwen is in school and Greg is at work.  Like this Monday if 
you like. Interested?"

	"Of course I'm interested.  If I don't so something 
to take the pressure off of Greg so he can work only one job, 
our marriage is simply going to collapse.  When can I see 
your husband?"

	"Just a moment."   Doris took out her cell phone, 
punched in a quick-dial number and waited.  Very quickly her 
husband answered.  I listened to her describing my situation.  
Then, I heard her say, "Great.  I'm sure she'll be delighted.  
Please try to help her if you can.  Thanks, Darling."

	She looked at me, smiled, and said, "One PM, his 
office, Monday.  You know the address?"

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	At 12:50 PM, Monday, I waited nervously in Mark 
Hendricks' outer office for my 1 PM appointment.  The 
waiting room was impressive.  The walls were decorated 
with glossy posters of the many publications his firm 
had produced and also with what looked like a wide array 
of expensive and beautiful oil paintings.  Even the chair 
in which I sat, was plush and comfortable, unlike the 
hard seats provided in many waiting rooms.

	Promptly at 1 PM, I was invited to go into Mr. 
Hendricks' office.  As soon as I entered, he rose and 
greeted me with a warm kiss on my cheek.  I was not the 
least offended since we had known the Hendricks for some 
time and were good friends.  A handshake would have been 
too cold and impersonal.

	He indicated an even nicer chair and took one 
beside me rather than sit with his large, imposing desk 
separating us.  "First, let me say, Sandy, that we had no 
idea... absolutely no idea.. of the financial problems you
and Greg were having.  If I had known, I would have 
approached you sooner about some work."

	"We usually don't like to burden others with our 
personal problems."  I said by way of explanation.

	"Well, on the one hand, that's laudable, but on 
the other, it keeps your friends from assisting you when 
you need some help."

	When I didn't response, he continued.  "I'll come 
right to the point.  The combination of your lack of 
college training and restricted work hours make it 
impossible for you find a job that will help solve your 
financial problems.  That's what Doris has told me.  Do I 
have it correct?"

	I nodded trying to hold back tears.  I was 
determined not to cry in this man's office.

	"As you know, we subcontract various jobs for 
large publishing firms and various businesses.  One of our 
primary services is to provide modeling and professional 
photography services to magazines, advertising companies, 
and mail-order businesses so that they do not have to 
retain such professional personnel on their own payrolls 
nor purchase the very expensive equipment required to do 
a high-class job.  Understand?"

	"I think so.  How does that affect me?"

	"We have, in-house,  the professional expertise to 
produce the absolute highest quality video and pictorial 
layouts possible.  We also have state-of-the-art equipment, 
but we hire our models on a fee-for-services basis.  Most 
of our models are 18 to 35 years of age, some have prior
experience, some don't.  The primary requirement is that 
their appearance fits the needs of the firms who pay for 
our services.  Work hours are short and flexible, and the 
pay scales surprising large."

	Mark stopped and waited for a response.  "You want 
me to model for you?", I asked with not just a little 
surprise.

	"That's the general idea.  You're about 27 or 28, 
extremely attractive... I hope you're not offended by my 
saying that, but the truth is that Doris describes you as.. 
how did she put it...  drop-dead-gorgeous ... I believe
were her words.  And I agree.  We could set up the working 
hours to fit your schedule... while Gwen is in school and 
Greg is working.  Are you interested?  Should I go on?"

	"Yes, I'm interested.  Please go on.  What would I 
have to do?"

	"Only whatever you're comfortable with.  No more.. 
no less.  The amount of work and the fees you would command, 
of course depend on what type of work you wish to do."

	"This may save our lives... I hope you don't mind 
my being so forward as to ask what kind of money would I be 
making.. how much I would have to work...what, specifically, 
would I be doing."

	"Not at all.  That's the expected and correct 
business thing to ask.  I'll give you some literature that 
you can study at home and discuss with Greg. I'll just give 
you an overview now.  Ok?"

	I was too much in shock and too desperate to do more 
than nod.  "There are several types of modeling you could 
elect to do.  For example.  Many of our clients want young 
women to model their latest clothing lines, skirts, blouses, 
slacks, swimsuits, etc.  They use the results to illustrate 
their catalogs and for magazine advertisements.  As in all 
modeling, you would have to sign a release permitting them 
to publish the photographs.  There's a reasonable demand for 
this type of work.  We generally pay a flat fee of $100 an 
hour to the model.  With this type of modeling, you could 
expect maybe 6 to 8 hours of work a week so you would be 
making about $3,000 a month.. $36,000 a year."

	I was stunned...absolutely stunned.  Nothing else 
I had found paid anything close to that amount, particularly 
for no more than 6 to 8 hours of work a week, and at my 
convenience.  It was almost enough to let Greg quit one of
his jobs.  But, Mark continued:

	"That type of modeling may be what you want, but it 
pays the least.  There is more demand for young women to do 
lingerie modeling... bras, slips, panties, pantyhose, 
stockings, garter belts.. that sort of thing.  You would
have more opportunity for work, more hours that is, and the 
fee rate is higher, $125 per hour."

	I was so excited, I could hear my heart beating.  
I was acutely aware of my increased breathing rate and how 
it was causing my large breasts to rise and fall.  I saw 
Mark looking at them.  It had been so long since I had had a
man; his gaze on my tits was producing ripples of pleasure 
between my thighs.  I felt ashamed, but also, incredibly 
turned on.

	"Another choice available to you is similar to 
lingerie modeling, but at the same time, very different.  
Fredericks of Hollywood and Victoria Secrets contracts with 
us among others for this type of modeling.  It involves young
women modeling lingerie, but much more erotic garments such 
as demi bras, bras with nipple cutouts, transparent and 
crotchless panties and pantyhose, teddies, transparent bedroom 
attire, mesh stockings, 5 inch heels, and so on.  This type 
of modeling pays between $150 to $200 per hour depending on
the beauty of the model, her experience, and demeanor."

	"Demeanor?  Why is that important?"

	Mark's face flushed.  "Well, some women just aren't 
comfortable looking sensuous and sexy.  If the model feels 
like that, the result will be poor.  We have to have models 
who are enjoying their work, so to speak.  Understand?"

	I nodded.  "Is that all the choices?"

	"Not quite.  We have numerous contracts from a wide 
variety of men's magazines and a much smaller number for 
magazines that target women as their audience.  They require 
full nudity, sensuality... you know.  You must have seen 
some of these magazines."

	"And what's the fee for that type of modeling?"

	"$250 to $300 an hour."

	"Any others?"

	"Probably none that would interest you.  The rest 
is video .. essentially legal pornography.. showing a 
variety of different sex acts between consenting adults.  
That type of modeling carries very large fees that depend
upon the beauty, sensuality, and popularity of the women.  
That's about it.  Why not take this literature that goes 
over everything I've told you in complete detail and 
discuss it with Mark.  Give me a call if you're interested.  
We would really like to help you out.  I would try to direct 
as much work to you as you want."

	"I don't know how to thank you."

	"You just did.  Give me a call."

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	That night around 11:45 PM I had just finished 
explaining the situation to Greg.   I wasn't certain how 
much he had grasped.  He was so tired and sleepy, I had 
to wake him twice.   "What do you think?"  I asked.

	"Gee, Sandy.  I don't know.  I guess your working 
is fine if you think it would help.  The fees seem way 
too big.  You may have misunderstood.  Doesn't seem 
possible for you to make so much.  Why would they pay you 
that much?"

	"I guess they pay models that much.  I really don't 
know.  Should I do it?  Are you OK with it?  I need to know."

	Greg nodded off again.  After I shook him awake, 
he said, "Sure... if you want to do it, go ahead.  Every 
little bit would help.  I really need to get to bed.  I'm 
just exhausted.  What kind of modeling did you say you would 
be doing.  Hard to remember."

	"Certainly the first kind... dresses, slacks, sweaters, 
normal clothes.   But Mark said there was a very limited 
amount of such work available so the amount I could make 
doing just that will help but probably not get us out of
this mess.  How about I do that and also lingerie modeling.  
That should give me all the work I can handle and still take 
care of Gwen, and the money may be enough.  Ok?"

	"Yeah.. ok.  I've got to go to bed."  With that, my 
husband staggered off to the bedroom where he was asleep in 
less than two minutes.

	The thought of modeling had me incredibly excited.  
Another night with no sex.  I just had to get us out of the 
situation.   My husband was going to die of overwork and 
lack of sleep, and I was going to go crazy if I didn't get 
some sex soon.

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	Two days later, I had my first photo shoot.  I was 
modeling bras, panties, and stockings for use in fashion 
catalogs.  I was relieved to find that the models dressed 
in private and wore a robe out to the shoot.  When the
photographers and lighting crews were ready, we took off 
the robes and posed as they directed.

	"The first set of shots, Sandy, will be of you 
wearing each one of the bras that are on your dressing 
table.  Put on the stockings, heels, and skirt but 
just the bra above the waist.  We'll take a series of 
shots with each bra until we've gone through all of them.  
Then we'll go on to the rest.  OK?"

	I nodded and went to the dressing room to get 
ready.  It didn't take long.  Before going back, I 
debated whether or not I should put on the robe.  I
decided against it and walked back with nothing but 
the bra on above my waist.  Most of the men on the set 
stopped what they were doing to check out my big tits... 
36D in case you're wondering.  I flushed with pride 
when I saw them looking, and at the same time, I could 
feel the wetness forming between my thighs.

	The first shots were normal frontal and side 
shots.  The more I posed, the more excited I became.  
I had thought that I would freeze with nervousness.
It was just the opposite.  When the camera boom moved 
up over me to take a shot down my cleavage, I felt my 
vagina throb.

	"Lean forward, Sandy.  Just a little to maximize 
the cleavage the bra shows.  Most women want to be also 
to show some.   Let them see just how much they can show 
off with the bra.  That's what sells the product."

	I did exactly as he directed.  When the cameraman 
on the boom was snapping pics, I not only leaned way over 
to expose as much cleavage as possible, I also pulled my 
shoulders back to thrust my tits as far out as I could.
Several of the crew whistled their appreciation...   
god... it was wonderful.  I had an overpowering urge to 
do more.

	We did an entire series of different types of bras, 
ach one more erotic than the last one.  By the time I put on 
the last one, the bra cups exposed the entire inner slopes 
of both of my tits.  My nipples were just barely covered.  
When I returned to the set, the men stared openly.  Jack had 
me pose at a desk, leaning over the desk, my tits hanging 
down, kneeling on a bed, then lying on the bed on my back 
with the camera directly over me.  Of course, they did the 
shot from above that showed the maximum cleavage.  Jack
decided that it would be sexier if I wore a flimsy white 
blouse open all the way down for this shot.  There was so 
little to the bra, that the shot with my blouse open made 
it appear that I had no bra on at all.  The photo would 
certainly sell a lot of bras to women who wanted to show off
their tits.

	When they had taken the overhead shot, Jack announced 
that was it for the bras.  "Take a short break, Sandy.  
Then we'll start on the panty shots."

	I couldn't believe how excited I was.  All the men 
were looking at my large breasts.  I knew they were all 
wondering what my nipples looked like.  As I stood up, 
I pulled off both the blouse and the bra and walked to the
dressing with both of my big tits exposed, swinging and 
bouncing.  Before I got to the dressing room, I turned to 
face all the men.  "Jack, what do I wear above the waist 
for the panty shots?"

	"Just put on one of the bras.  That way a blouse 
won't block any of the shots of the panties."

	Back in the dressing room, I looked over the 
assortment of panties laid out neatly on the table.  There 
was one pair that was blue and nearly transparent.  It was 
obvious that my ass would show through them.  If my
pussy weren't shaved, my bush would have shown as well.  
I elected to model them first to get over any nervousness 
I might have.  I chose the last bra I had modeled to wear.  
It was the most revealing and, for some reason I couldn't 
understand, I wanted my breasts exposed.

	Pulling the blue panties up my legs, I examined 
myself in the double mirror that permitted me to see my back.  
They showed even more than I thought they would.  I could 
hardly wait to go outside wearing them.  I wondered if they
would soak through with my cuntal secretions and become even 
more transparent.

	When I emerged wearing the blue panties, heels, and the low-cut bra, all
eyes were on me.  I could feel the hungry male stares boring between my
thighs, into my bra, caressing my exposed ass.  I shuddered with excitement.
   I didn't understand why this was turning me on so much.  I had never been
an exhibitionist.  What in hell had come over me?

	The photographer took a dozen photos, many of my exposed ass, before Jack
told me to go change.  The next pair were white, totally opaque, but they
were cut high.  The sides were nothing more than a strap.  All of my thighs
were exposed.  I pulled them up tighter than necessary so that the panties
sank into my ass crack and cuntal slit.  I felt like a total slut.

	After that came a pair of form-fitting pink panties that were on the modest
side.  I realized I felt somewhat disappointed.  Another white pair of
bikini style panties followed.  They fit snuggly about my hips and thighs
but were opaque.  The fifth pair was the same type that had a leopard skin
pattern.  I felt sexy and erotic in them.

	The last pair was a white thong.  I covered none of my ass and very little
of my cunt.  They were partially transparent.  When I looked in the mirror,
I could see a hazy outline of my slit.  The sight made my cunt throb.

	I felt almost naked on the set.  I saw two men adjusting their pants.  One
had an obvious erection.  I had to press my thighs together the excitement
was so intense.  Jack posed me a dozen different ways.... standing, bending
over from the front, bending over from the back, a shot that I knew showed
my naked ass.  He had me sit on the arm of a chair, and then lie on the bed
on my back.  Finally, I was directed to lie on my side.  The photographer
zeroed in on the panties, snapped two pictures, and then moved closer and
toward my feet for some more shots from that angle.  As he aimed the camera,
I raised my right leg and planted my heel on the bed.  The position
completely opened my thighs and he was aiming the camera right between my
legs.  I heard the shutter click several times before he moved much closed,
focused right on the crotch of my panties and took several more shots.  I
fully realized that these pics would never be published.  He was taking them
just so he would have a photograph of my opened legs.  The white thong
became soaked, almost transparent.  I felt like I was going to have an
orgasm.

	Fortunately for my modesty, Jack called a halt to the set.  "OK.  Sandy,
we're almost done.  You're doing fantastically well.  Just unbelievable!
All we have left is a dozen or so pairs of pantyhose and thigh-high
stockings.  Let's do them and call it a day."

	"How do you want me dressed for those shots?", I asked Jack, standing in
front of him and all the other men with a hand on my hip wearing nothing but
the skimpy bra, thong, and 4-inch heels.

	Jack thought for a moment and said.  "Put on one of the blouses in the
dressing room with a bra, and pair of matching panties.  Pick any one you
like.  Then the stockings or pantyhose."

	I sauntered off to the dressing room swinging my ass as I went.  I knew I
was acting like a slut, but I didn't seem to be able to stop.  I dressed as
Jack had directed and returned to the set.  They had pushed a bed into place
along with a chair and a couch.   The photographer took shot after shot of
me on all of them.  In some, I had my legs crossed.  In others, Jack wanted
them open with my feet on the floor.  Finally, there were only two pair of
thigh-highs left.

	Neither pair of stockings had elastic tops so I needed a garter belt with
each.  I thought both would look good with one of the black belts on the
table.  It was little more than a narrow belt around my waist with several
straps hanging down to hold the stockings up.  I put on a reddish-brown pair
with patterned tops and hooked the garters making sure the stockings were
pulled up high and tight.  There was a matching transparent blouse that I
liked, so I put it on over the black bra I had selected.  A black miniskirt
and black heels completed my outfit.

	Looking at myself in the mirror, I flushed red with a mixture of
embarrassment and sexual heat.  "If this outfit doesn't get them all hard,
nothing will", I thought.  When I returned, I was hoping for an enthusiastic
response, and I got it.  "Wow", Jack exclaimed.  "If that doesn't sell those
stockings, nothing will."

	Again, I was posed in a variety of positions.  Until finally, Jack had me
sitting in a chair upholstered in red with my feet on the floor, legs
crossed.  The photographer snapped some shots, but Jack didn't like the
pose.  "Bring that table over next the chair", he directed.

	When it was in place beside me, he said, "Sandy put your feet up on the
table, both of them."

	I did as he directed.  The pose was almost obscene.  With my legs up on the
table, my ass was elevated and the spread of my thighs took the viewers
attention away from the stockings and focused it on my panty-covered pussy.
"That won't do.  Close your legs, Sandy.  Press them together so the viewer
sees the stockings."   When I did it, Jack smiled.  "That's perfect!  Get
that shot.  Get it!"  The photographer was on top of
it and snapped several shots from different angles.

	The last pair of stockings were black with black tops.  The blouse I had
worn with the last pair didn't go well with black.  So I took off the blouse
and came out wearing all black, bra, panties, mini skirt, stockings, and
heels.  The men whistled again.  One guy said, "Now that's one dangerous
woman in black."

	After a couple of dozen shots, Jack was looking for one more... something
special he said.  "How about if I sit on the side of the bed with one foot
on the floor and the other lifted a little... like this?"

	"Sexy, but we've got some shots almost like that.  We need something to
really catch the viewer's eye.  Any ideas anyone?"

	Several were suggested, but none seemed to satisfy Jack.  Finally, he was
shaking his head.  "Well, I guess we'll just have to go with what we have.
They're pretty good... in fact, more than pretty good... they're really
good."

	"How about this?"  I asked.  Every man looked at me.  I was still sitting
on the side of the bed with one heel on the floor, the other one raised to
mid-calf, the same pose I had suggested before that Jack had rejected, but
this time with one significant difference.  While the men were discussing
different possibilities, I had pulled down my black panties and they were
now around the ankle of my raised leg and the knee of the one on the floor.
My raised thigh concealed my now naked pussy so that the shot would be
erotic but in no way obscene.

	The effect of the pose was electric.  Male mouths opened all around the
room.  Several hands squeezed freshly produced bulges in their pants.  Jack
was mesmerized.  Finally, he found his voice:  "YES!  YES!  THAT'S IT.  GET
THAT SHOT!"

	Five minutes later, my first photo shoot was history.  Two and half hours
had passed.  As I drove home I realized that I now had $325 more than I had
had that morning.  I also realized that I had a very wet cunt.

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	That evening I put Gwen to bed around 8 PM and then sat down to wait for
Greg to come home.  I had incredibly mixed emotions.  I was appalled at my
behavior at the photo shoot.  I knew I had acted like a total slut, but once
it started, it was so incredibly erotic.  I couldn't remember being that
turned on in a long time.  As soon as I had gotten Gwen in bed, I couldn't
resist masturbating with my fingers and my vibrator.  It had only taken me a
few minutes to have an intense orgasm.

	That orgasm had taken the edge off my raging sexual desire, but a vibrator
and my fingers were a poor substitute for a cock and a man.  I hoped that
Greg wouldn't be too tired tonight, but I knew it was hopeless.  Fifteen
hours of work a day for six months would finish any man.  He was just too
tired to even think in the evening, and since a man's sexual organ is really
his brain, being that tired all the time kept him from getting erections.
Even when he did, he was too exhausted to do much.  As a result, it had been
over a month since I had been fucked.

	One thing was absolutely clear to me.  If I continued to go back for more
modeling sessions, I was going to end up having sex with one or more of the
men.  Just one session had turned me into a near helpless slut.  But if I
didn't do more sessions, Greg would never be able to return to a normal life
where we had sexual relations like any man and wife.  In addition, he hardly
ever saw his daughter anymore.  She was asleep when he came home, and he had
to leave before she got up.  And, at this rate, there weren't going to be
anymore children, at least not with my husband as the father.  That thought
made me tremble, both from excitement and fear.

	At 9:30 PM, Mark Hendricks called.  "Hi Sandy, Mark Hendricks here.  I just
called to tell you that I just got Jack's report of the photo shoot this
afternoon, and he showed me some of the results.  You were fantastic!   Jack
is amazed and elated.  To quote him exactly, he said, "She's absolute
dynamite in front of a camera.  It was incredible to watch."   I just wanted
you to know how pleased we are.  Jack said you worked two and a half hours.
At $125 per hour, that's $325.  I told him to add another $100 just to show
how much we appreciate the quality of your work."

	"I hardly know what to say.  Thank you for the bonus.  We can certainly use
it.  But.. well..  I have to tell you that... well..  "

	"Is there a problem?" Mark asked, concern obvious in his voice.

	"I can't think of any nice way to put this, Mark.  The truth is I behaved
like a total slut this afternoon.  I don't think I can do any more
modeling... but then I know if I don't, Greg is going to kill himself with
work trying to support us and pay our bills.  I just don't know what to do."

	"Tell you what, Sandy.  I know Greg doesn't get home for a couple of hours
yet.  Would you mind if I have Doris drop by for a girl-to-girl chat.  I
think she can help you a lot."

	"I don't mind at all.  Would she mind coming all the way over here this
late?"

	"It's only a 10 minute drive.  She'll be there in about 15.  And Sandy...
I'm looking forward to a very long, very mutually profitable working
relationship between us.  Within a few months, Greg will be able to quit one
of his jobs.  In six months, he could probably quit both of them if he wants
to.  Doris will be there shortly.  Good night."

----------------------------------------------------

	Doris arrived at my front door in slightly less than the 15 minutes that
Mark had estimated.  I poured us both a glass of wine and we sat across from
one another in the kitchen sipping it.

	"We don't have a lot of time before Greg comes home so if you don't mind,
Sandy, I'd like to get straight to the point.  Are you cool with that?"

	"Yes.  In fact, I would appreciate it."

	"Mark told me about your conversation a little while ago.  He said you were
considering not modeling for him any longer because you had behaved like...
how did you put it...  like a total slut, I believe.  Is that more or less
correct?"

	"That's what I said."

	For what seemed like a long time, Doris didn't say a word.  She just sipped
the wine and looked down at the table top.  Finally, she spoke.

	"Sandy, when Mark and I started his publishing/consulting business, we
didn't have a dime.  We had to borrow money to rent the photographic
equipment, and our studio was an abandoned warehouse that we rented for
practically nothing.  Mark had a friend who was very skilled at photography
even though he wasn't a professional.  He was our one and only
photographer."

	"I wasn't aware of that.  That's really amazing that you built such a
business from next to nothing."

	"It was.  It still is.  My point is that we had no contracts, and we had
essentially no money left after getting the warehouse and renting the
equipment.  Where do you think we got the professional models we had to have
to build the business?"

	"Friends?" I suggested.

	Doris chuckled.  "How many female friends do you have who could be sexy,
professional models?  And of those, how many would do it for no money?"

	"How did you manage it then?"

	"Simple.  I was the one and only model.  I did it all.. the clothes, the
lingerie, the exotic lingerie, the posing for nude shots in men's magazines,
and so on.  I was younger then, of course, but even so, I wasn't in your
class.  Fortunately, there was much less competition in those days so I was
able to do the job for us."

	"Do you think I acted slutty?  Do you think I felt like a slut doing it?"
Doris asked, looking directly into my eyes.

	"I don't know.  Did you?"

	"Never!  We needed my help.  Without it, we would have failed and be
poverty stricken today.  Now, Greg needs your help or he's going to die from
overwork.  Even if he doesn't, your marriage is a sham right now.  You told
me that your husband hasn't fucked you in a month or so."

	"I can see why you didn't feel badly about doing it, but while you were
posing..  didn't you get sexually excited?  turned on.. that sort of thing?"

	"Of course I did.  Alan, our photographer, was taking erotic photos of me
everyday.  I was wearing practically nothing.  Then when I started doing the
modeling for men's magazines, he saw it all... my tits, my ass, my cunt, all
of it, and he was directing me.. telling me to spread wider... to arch my
ass... to lean forward so my tits would hang freely... every day..  My
husband was never present.  He didn't want to inhibit me.  And I got hot...
I mean hot!  My pussy was dripping.  I could feel my clitoris throbbing with
excitement."

	"A woman is supposed to get excited when she's naked or nearly naked in
front of a virile, handsome man... or any man for that matter.  And in our
business, if I hadn't gotten excited and hot, it would have shown in the
photos and we would never have been able to market them.  Mark is wildly
excited over your work precisely because you were excited...hot.. and your
excitement is obvious in the photos.  He says everyone of the photo sets
taken today is going to command top price."

	Now it was my turn to be silent for an extended period.  "Can I be totally
honest with you?"

	"Absolutely!  This is between the two of us.  I won't even tell Mark."

	"I've told you that Greg and I haven't had sex in a month or more.  Even
when we last did it, he wasn't able to maintain an erection.  He was just
too tired.  I was able to manage a weak climax before he lost it.  That's
the total extent of our sex life in the last five or six weeks."  I paused,
rubbed my head, and then plunged ahead.

	"I wasn't just acting slutty today.  I was a lot more than just hot.  I
wanted all those men to fuck me... to ravish me.  I was deliberately trying
to excite them so that they would.  If I go back and continue to model, I'm
going to end up being fucked and unfaithful."

	"So?  What's the big deal about that?  Do you think that Alan didn't fuck
me countless times while I was posing for him.  He would get so hard that no
man could have resisted, and I would have been humiliated if he had."

	"Does Mark know that?"

	"Of course he does.  I told him before it happened that it was going to...
I told when it did happen ... and I continued to tell him all the sexy hot
details every time Alan fucked me.  Our sex life got better.. not worse.
Just one word of caution:  When the time comes to tell Greg, be certain he's
fucking you when you tell him."

	"Listen to me.  A huge amount of the pain of the world, the unhappiness,
the grief, the divorce, the broken homes, the suffering, the stress, wars,
murders, everything.. is due to the nonsense that love and sex are the same
thing.  They're not.  They never have been.  Every religion of the world
claims that they're inseparable.  Why do they persist in such obvious
nonsense?  Because it gives the priests, the rabbis, the Imans, the
preachers of the world enormous power.  It allows them and others who
subscribe to this absurdity to control our lives.  They can tell you who you
can fuck and who you can't.  They can dictate when you can fuck and when you
can't.  And if this produces pain, grief, unhappiness, so what?  They have
what they want.  Lawyers make their living in large part due to this
nonsense."

	"So Sandy, it's up to you.  You can live with the idea that if you have sex
with someone else, you're a slut and unworthy.  You can turn down the very
job that will save your home, your child's education, your husband's health,
your marriage and your happiness so that you can claim to be a virtuous
woman in the eyes of religion.  Or you can tell others who live by that
nonsense to go to hell and save everything dear to you and in the process,
have a wonderful time and a fulfilling, marvelous life.  I chose the later,
and I've never regretted it, and neither has Mark."

	"That's all I have to say.  Mark has set up another photo shoot tomorrow at
noon.  You'll be doing exotic lingerie, and you can be certain that all the
men on the set are going to see most of your hot body.  I hope you show up."

	She kissed me on the cheek and a moment later, I was alone in my kitchen.

---------------------------------

	I was on the set 15 minutes early the next day, and I had come with a new
image of myself, thanks to Doris.  Instead of the jeans and sweater I had
worn the first day, I wore a form-fitting sheathe that exposed a substantial
amount of cleavage, thigh-high stockings, and sandals with 3 inch heels.
Underneath, the push-up demi bra accented my already large breasts to the
point that instead of 36D, they appeared to be 38DD.  There wasn't much to
the nearly transparent, bikini panties that I wore.

	Jack gave me a big smile and a "thumbs-up" sign as soon as I walked onto
the set.  The lighting crew stopped work to look me over.  The photographer
was a different guy.  Jack introduced me to Felix.  He couldn't take his
eyes off my thrusting tits.  I didn't have to be Einstein to figure out that
he was thinking about they would look like through the viewfinders of his
cameras.

	"I was worried that you were going to desert us, Sandy.  Mark had warned me
that you might not show."

	"Well, I'm here and you don't have to worry about that any longer.  I'll be
here for as long as you want me.  What am I modeling today?"

	"Today, it's exotic lingerie.  More explicit than yesterday.  Sexier.  Are
you cool with that?"

	"Watch me", I responded immediately.  "If it's not hot enough, let me know.
What do we start with?"

	"All the outfits are in your dressing room.  Go get ready.  Joanne will
help you with the makeup.  We'll start as soon as you're ready.  I know
every guy here is more than ready."

	I felt myself flush with a mixture of pride, pleasure, and not just a
little female heat.

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	The first outfit was a black corset with matching black thigh-high seamed
stockings and 4-inch heels.  Looking at myself in the mirror, I had to admit
that it was very sexy by itself.  I put on a black bra and panties and
strolled out to the set.

	"Ready, Guys?  Their stares were more than enough to tell me that were
ready.   "Where do you want me, Jack?   That is, where do you want me to
pose.  I have a pretty good idea where you want me."

	"That chair will do just fine, Sandy.  Put your hands on the arms and bend
over so the shapes of your ass and legs show."

	I assumed the pose and Felix snapped away.  As usual, Jack wasn't
satisfied.  "No.  Don't think so.  Let's try the couch or the bed.  The
chair isn't doing it."

	"Is this better?" I asked unsnapping my bra and then slowly removing the
black panties in full view of the men.  This time when I assumed the same
pose, my big tits hung down and there was no problem seeing my ass."

	Felix's mouth fell open.  Jack stared into my eyes and rubbed his bulge.
"Perfect.  Just perfect.  Get some shots of that, Felix."

	As soon as he had taken a half dozen exposures, Jack decided there was no
way to better those shots and said lets go on to the next corset.

	The next item was a grey and black patterned teddy.  The bodice just barely
covered my tits. There were matching panties, brown thigh-highs with black
tops, and white stilettos with 5-inch heels and straps.  It was a real
"fuck-me" get up.  And the way I was beginning to feel, I was hoping someone
would do just that.

	Jack posed me a lot of ways.  After two dozen or so shots, he had me
leaning against a glass top table.  Felix took a couple of shots before Jack
said, "Open you legs a little more, Sandy."  I did and Felix snapped more
photos.  I thought that was be it, but, to my surprise, Jack looked at me
and asked, "Any suggestions before we go to the next set?"

	I hoisted my left leg up onto the table and planted the 
heel on its surface leaving my other foot on the floor.  The 
position spread me wide open.  My pussy throbbed when I saw half 
the crew moving closer and moving into better positions to see 
between my thighs.  "How about this?"

	"Oh fuck.. fantastic!", I heard Jack whisper.  He nodded 
at Felix who couldn't take enough shots of me.  When he was 
shooting directly between my nopen legs, Jack intervened before 
he mounted me.  The way I felt, I would have loved it.

	"Do you like this even better?"  I asked as I pulled 
the top down just enough to expose both of my nipples?   For 
effect, I stuffed some bills in my bra and the top of one 
stocking.  One of the lighting crew left abruptly and headed 
to the men's room.  I felt like I might have an orgasm.  Felix
took another two dozen shots.

	It went on like that for almost three hours.  Outfit 
after sexy outfit.  Finally, there was only one left, a yellow 
corset/garter belt with beige stockings and the same 5-inch 
white stilettos I had worn earlier.  There wasa sun dress that 
went with it.  To see the corset, which was the object of
the shoot, I would have to raise the dress.  I looked around 
but couldn't find any matching panties.  Instead of this 
bothering me, I felt more of my juices seep onto my thighs.

	This time, Jack suggested the pose we finally used.  I 
was facing away from the camera, bent over slightly to thrust 
my ass out but not enough to expose my pussy.   My hands were 
on my ass to emphasize the corset and draw attention to how 
sexy it made my ass look.  Once Felix had finished those
pictures, Jack called it a day.

	"OK, folks.  That's a wrap.  Let's shut it down and 
call it a day.  Sandy, don't run off.  I need to have a word 
with you."

	As the lighting crew moved to start shutting every 
thing, I called out to them.  "Hey, Guys!  I bet most of you 
like this pose better than any of the others we've tried this 
afternoon."

	When all the men turned in my direction, they saw me 
lying on the carpet, my left leg lying flat on the carpet, 
my right one steepled and spread wide open.  With no panties 
on, my entire cunt was on display.  For good measure, I had 
my hand touching the top of my clit.  There was no argument 
about it being their favorite pose of the day.

--------------------------------------------

	Before I went back to the dressing room, Jack caught me.  
"Well, that was quite a finish, I must say.  You have me and 
every other guy here hard as stone."

	"That was the idea", I grinned.

	"Well, it worked.  I'm supposed to tell you that Mark 
and Doris want you to have dinner with them tonight.  I'm 
going to drive you over.  One of the crew will take your car 
home.  Mark will take you back when the evening is over.  Mark 
said to tell you that he's already arranged to have his personal 
secretary pick up Gwen and take care of her until you get home."

	"Why can't I just drive myself?"

	"Mark's worried that you'll have too much to drink 
or something and won't be in condition to drive home.  Anyway, 
that's what he wants.  I just work for the man.  I'll wait for 
you outside."

	As I dressed in my original sheathe, I reflected on two 
things.  First, at $200 per, I had earned $600 for the 
afternoon's work.  With the $425 from yesterday, I had made 
over a $1,000 in two days.  That was more than Greg had made 
as vice president of Carson Electronics.   And the second thing 
was .. well you can guess... my throbbing, soaking wet pussy 
and no man to take care of it.

--------------------------------------------

	Mark and Doris met me at the door of their home.  Doris kissed me on the
cheek.  Mark was more forward, hugging me and then kissing me on the mouth.
In my state, I knew that I returned his kiss with even more intensity than
he had given it.  When he finally broke the kiss, I flushed red.  His wife
was standing right there.

	"Doris.. I'm sorry.  I just got a little carried away.  The afternoon was
... well.. very exciting."

	"So we heard", Doris smiled.  "Jack phoned us about it while you were
changing.  Don't worry about kissing my randy husband.  In your place, I
would have probably raped him.  Come on into the den.  We have another guest
I want you to meet."

	As we entered the spacious den, a young man around 25 or so rose to greet
us.  "This is Wayne Bowman.  He's our special projects manager.  That title
means he gets paid a lot and he handles the projects that require his
personal attention.   Wayne, meet Sandy Matson.  She's the new model I told
you about."

	"Wow!  You're even more beautiful than Doris suggested.  We're very lucky
to have you working for us."

	I moved closer and turned my cheek for his kiss.  He promptly turned it
back so that my mouth was available and covered it with his lips.  It was a
light kiss, but as his lips touched mine, his tongue slipped out and very
lightly ran over the surface of mine.  In my state, the effect was
electrifying.  I shuddered and he knew it.

	We had drinks and I had time to look over the man Mark had obviously
invited to be my "date" for the evening.  He was about 25, dark-headed,
piercing brown eyes and heavy eyebrows, full lips, ruggedly handsome.  He
had a very masculine, virile appearance with a beautifully muscled body to
match.  In short, the man was a "hunk".

	Naturally, Mark and Doris had seated Wayne next to me at dinner.  I hardly
knew what I was eating.  Mark kept up a constant stream of conversation,
mainly informing Wayne how erotic I had been on the set that afternoon.  It
didn't embarrass me because I hardly heard a word.  All I could think about
was Wayne's hand on my legs.

	He had started at my knees.  The sheathe was short and both of my knees and
half of both thighs were exposed.  At first, it was a light, gentle touch
first on one knee..then on the other... caressing me... stroking me.  By the
time the salads were removed, his hand reached halfway up my thighs.  He
paid equal attention to each... over the top.. down to the knee... back up
the inside of my thighs..higher..higher..  I was panting and having
difficulty keeping my eyes open and my tongue from extending and flicking
over my top lip.

	Everyone knew what was happening under the table, and I knew that they
knew, but I couldn't have cared less.  I wanted this!  I NEEDED this!   And
Wayne was giving it to me.

	The entree arrived.  It was a superb veal scaloppini with wine sauce, fresh
asparagus, and a broasted potato with spices, but I was too hot and excited
to eat.  Wayne took mercy on me and removed his hand and nodded at the food.
  I soon found that I was very hungry and enjoyed the meal enormously.

	As soon as the dishes were removed and the chef brought in the dessert,
Wayne's hand was back on my thigh.  Higher this time.. under my sheathe.. on
my inner thighs.  He caressed them lightly.. pushing higher until his upward
progress was blocked by my closed legs.  Throughout dessert, he continued to
stroke me.  My vagina and clitoris were throbbing with intense need.  His
hand exerted gentle outward pressure... telling me in the way a man always
tells a woman that he needs access... he needs her to open herself.  I
spread my legs.  His hand moved to my cunt.  I spread even wider.

	Suddenly my body trembled, my eyes squeezed shut, and I couldn't keep my
head from tilting backwards.  Mark and Doris watched Wayne making me cum.
The trembling finally subsided, but my breath had deepened and my chest was
heaving.

	"I don't think Sandy is hungry for dessert, at least not what we're serving
here.  Why don't you show her the rest of the house, Wayne."

	I never even occurred to me to resist when Wayne took my hand and led me up
the stairs to the upper level.  Having had no sex for six weeks, having
teased and exhibited myself like a slut for hours all afternoon, and finally
to have this hunk caressing me all through dinner, I was totally helpless.
Even though I had just had an orgasm, I needed more... a lot more.

	Wayne took me into the first bedroom, shut the door and was all over me
instantly.  In no time, he had my sheathe and bra off leaving me in just
panties, stockings, and heels.

	"You're a luscious piece", he whispered in my ear.  The words, which I
hadn't heard from my husband in months, thrilled me to the core.

	I sauntered across the bedroom floor with my 4-inch heels thrusting my ass
out and emphasizing the curves of my legs.  I knew I looked good and hoped I
was exciting this man.  The erotic wickedness of knowing that he was going
to fuck me, going to drive his cock into my married cunt hole,  sent shivers
of delight through me until I was quivering with eagerness.

	I saw Wayne's eyes settling on my crotch.  His eyes bored inward seeking
out my core.  "God", I thought.  "I may cum again before he even gets into
me."

	I felt his hand sliding over my flared hips.  He knelt and pulled my crotch
toward his face.  A moment later, I gasped in intense pleasure when I felt
his mouth against my nylon-covered pussy.  I heard the man inhaling the
heady odor of my cunt.  I was so wet...so hot, even I could smell it.  His
mouth nibbled at me causing me to squirm in intense delight.  He obviously
loved the aroma of my cunt.

	I ran my hand down across his shoulders feeling the hard bulge of his
muscles that rippled with excitement as he buried his mouth into my crotch.

	"My panties are soaked.  Let me take them off.   Please."

	Wayne grinned, "That's the best request I've heard in a long time."

	I gazed down at the stud.  A lewd twist curled my lips... this was easily
the hottest sex I had ever had... even counting my wedding night.  I arched
my naked tits forward letting him see how hard he had made my nipples.  I
saw his cock jerk in response inside his pants.  He looked large... really
large... my cunt contracted at the thought.

	My panties were a sodden mess when I peeled them down my thighs and then
tossed them aside onto the floor.  Turning my back to him, I bent over to
pick up my panties fully aware of how the plump mounds of my ass bulged out
in his face.  I wondered how much of my shaved cunt he could see.

	Wayne apparently was almost as turned on as I was.  He stepped behind me
and ran his hands over my shoulders and back and from there, down to the
full spheres of my ass cheeks.  I pivoted around swinging my tits into his
bare, muscular chest as my belly rotated against the bulge of his cock.

	"Oh god... please... take it out... I want to see it."

	"You take it out", he commanded.

	My fingers trembled as I removed his pants.  The enormous bulge his iron
hard erection made in his jockey briefs was awesome.  His cock was so big,
the head had pushed out of the top of the briefs by a full three inches.  I
yanked his briefs down exposing the full extent of his sex gun.  That's the
way I thought of it... a sex gun... a huge sex gun that was going to fire
shell after shell of hot male cum into my belly.

	It was maybe 9 inches in length and so thick I couldn't get my hand all the
way around it.  I squeezed it and the huge, powerful male snake jerked
wildly in my hand.  It felt like an iron bar.  Juices were streaming from my
cunt as I felt it throbbing in my hand.

	"I want you to fuck my brains out.  Don't stop.  Don't pay any attention if
I beg you to slow down or stop.  Ignore me..  I want you to fuck me like
I've never been fucked before.  I NEED IT.. OOOHHH GOD... I NEED IT!"

	With that, I plunged the huge dick into my wet sucking mouth and took as
much of him inside as I could.

	"Ooohhh fuck!"  Wayne groaned and pushed in deeper.

	I opened wide and let him shove it into my throat.  I expected to gag, but
I was so hot and wild for him, I took him deep without gagging.  I had
never, ever done this for my husband.

	Wayne finally withdrew his cock from my mouth even though I desperately
tried to keep it inside.  He reached for the heaving mounds of my tits and
used them like handles to pull me up flush against his hard, masculine body.
  I guided them, one at a time, into his mouth when he sucked my nipples
until it felt like they would burst.  I realized I was moaning.. begging him
to go easy... he ignored me and sucked even harder ... just as I had told
him to.  I was at his mercy and loved it.

	Wayne moved us to the bed.  He lay on his back and pulled me over him.  I
scrambled to mount him.  Frantically, I squirmed my crotch over his rigid,
upright cock until I was finally able to position the mouth of my cunt hole
over the big head.  He slipped into my drenched, steaming channel like a
well-oiled shaft.

	I went wild.  I pumped my ass up and down hard..fast.  Our bodies slammed
together.  I leaned forward and let my tits dangle against his big powerful
chest.  He held my hips and began to ram himself into me with hard, driving,
fast strokes... one after the other.

	"Oh., God... YES!   Aaahhhhhhhhhh...ooohhh FUCK MEEEEEE...FUCK ME.. HARD.
  GIVE IT TO ME... I LOVE IT.  GGGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."

	I heard myself hissing in intense female pleasure as this fantastic stud
fucked me.  I churned my wet pussy against his turgid pole as my thighs
gripped his body in a vise.  My cunt erupted.

	"I'M CUMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGG....OH FUCK... I'M CUMMING... PUMP ME... OHH..PUMP
ME... FUCK ME!   OOOHH SHIT... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK..."

	I felt Wayne unleash a huge fountain of hot jism into the burning channel
of my convulsing cunt hole.  His sex gun...fired.. point blank..  into me.
It fired again.. another huge volley..."AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh....yes...CUM IN
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE", I shrieked as his gun blasted into me again and again.

	"You are a great fuck", Wayne said.  "An absolutely unbelievably great
fuck!  I can't ever remember shooting off that much cum into any woman.  And
you cunt just exploded around me... again and again... DAMN!"

	I was shaking and crying with gratitude as I kissed him harder than I've
kissed any man.  "Ohhhh thank you... thank you... you'll never know how much
I needed that."

	I waited a moment for my pussy to stop throbbing, and then whispered in his
ear, "Can you fuck me like that again?  Please.  I'll suck you till your
hard and ready."

	I hardly needed to suck this marvelous stallion.  He was already halfway
hard when I put it back into my mouth.  In less than a minute or so, he had
a new, raging hard on that was once again forcing its way down my throat.  I
sucked him hard, pulling his ass hard to force his cock down my throat.
Saliva dripped from my chin and his balls as he pumped in and out of me.

	As I sucked him, I glanced at the door and saw that Mark and Doris had come
in to watch.  He had his wife bent over a chair with her skirt up around her
waist.  He was behind her slowly pumping his cock in and out of her cunt as
they both watched Wayne doing me.  I was shocked to realize that I loved
having them watch me getting fucked.  I sucked even harder until his balls
were on my chin.

	"Oh Honey", Doris sighed.  "Just look at that.  She's actually sucking all
of Wayne's cock.  I've never seen anyone able to do that.  OOhhh..sooo
hot... please... fuck me harder, Darling."

	Pulling out of my mouth, Wayne turned me over onto my stomach.  "OOohhh
god... you're going to fuck me doggie, aren't you... jeeezzz... it's going
to come out of my mouth in that position...... hurry..hurry...please hurry."

	"You've got a beautiful ass", Wayne said as he stroked it, spreading my
cheeks so he could see my asshole.  "I want to fuck your ass, but not now.
Your pussy needs more attention."

	I shivered in response and waited for his cock.  He pushed his hands under
my belly and pulled me up and back.  I felt the heat of his body as he
covered me.  "Oooohhhhh yessss.", I moaned as I felt his cock probing
between my legs and then his hands pulling my cunt lips apart to expose my
hot, cum-filled hole.  The cockhead hovered at my entrance, touching me
there.  Finally, Wayne positioned the knob in the socket of my cunt mouth
and pushed in with a long, smooth stroke.

	I groaned as I felt entering me...stretching me... pounding deep into my
belly.  I pressed my face into the bedspread to muffle my screeching cry of
utter delight.  His huge cock plunged into my steaming hole all the way to
his balls.  I felt them hitting my erect clitoris when he had all nine
inches buried in me.  The walls of my pussy were quivering and clutching at
his rampant fucking prick.

	Wayne mounted me fully and pressed his full length against my back.  His
hands moved to my hanging tits, squeezing them in rhythm to his thrusting
cock.  "Damn.. woman..  you have a tight cunt... incredible... feels like
its trying to crush my cock!"

	His words sent me over the top again.  The orgasm surged through my body
causing me to squeal with female delight... his big huge cock fucking me
gloriously.... "Oooohhhhh !!"

	He screwed me with obvious delight, rotating his hips to get the full feel
of my hot hole.  Then, I felt him swelling... his big piston making hot
slurping sounds each time he slammed into the sticky slime of my cum-filled
hole.

	"OOoohhhhhh God!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  FUCK 
MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

	I felt the end of his cock push forward to hit the bottom of my cunt.  A
loud gasp exploded from my lungs.  I knew he was close and I readied myself
for his orgasm and mine.

	Suddenly I came!!  Flames of hot ecstasy licked through my body as my
climax exploded in my cunt and belly, spreading down my thighs and legs.  I
could hear myself groaning and wailing.  My entire body shuddered as I
realized with a shock that this magnificent stallion of a man was still hard
inside my cunt.  His shaft felt like an iron bar in me.. ramming...
thrusting... demanding that I spread wider... hunch ... pleasure his male
shaft as a woman is supposed to do.  He was holding back his load to
continue to please me.

	"COME IN ME!  GIVE IT TO ME!  LET ME HAVE IT!  SHOOT IT IN!  CUM IN MY
CUNT!" I screamed.

	I was panting, hot, out of control and Wayne knew it.  I shuddered through
another orgasm, helpless under this stud who was playing my cunt like
virtuoso.  He rammed in deep... all the way to the bottom of my throbbing
channel.

	"Oohhh SHIT...  I'M CUMMING AGAIN... FUCK ME, YOU HOT BASTARD.. 
FUCK MY CUNT...SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!"

	I felt my juices spurt out between our connected organs as Wayne's load
pumped into me again and again and again.

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	The sensuous evening with the Hendricks was a life saver for me.  I
had been going crazy for lack of sex.  Sleeping beside my husband every
night without him being able to take care of my needs was sheer torture.  It
was still extremely frustrating, but thanks to Wayne's big cock, I could stand
it.

	After a week, I had moved on to more erotic modeling that included
nudity but not actual sex.  With my body sometimes totally exposed on the
set, everyone was getting more and more turned on.  Jack was having to call
more frequent breaks so we could all calm down and concentrate on making the
photos appealing and erotic instead of hard cocks and my wet pussy.

	"Sandy, has Mark told you how well your photos are selling.  The prices
they are commanding is rising every day, but you're driving everyone of us
crazy on the set.  You're just every guy's hottest wet dream."

	Naturally, I loved hearing all that.  Of course, I was doing every thing
I could to excite the men.  I had finally realized that I had been a closet
exhibitionist all my life.  Now it was out in the open, and I was free to
enjoy my previously secret desires for real.  I was in a near constant state of
sexual arousal as I took full advantage of the situation.

	Unfortunately, my ability to give all the men on the set raging erections
didn't extend to Greg.  Most of the time, he would eat and then fall into an
exhausted sleep.  The only uncertainty was whether he would fall asleep on
the couch trying to watch TV or collapse into our bed and be asleep within
30 seconds.  I essentially gave up when he fell asleep in bed one night while I
was sucking his cock.  One second, it was hard and throbbing inside my mouth.
When I pulled it out to slide my tongue over the head, I was shocked to feel
it losing its erection even as I was licking.  I put it back inside my mouth, but my
husband was already in a deep sleep.  I knew at that point, the only possible solution
was for me to make enough money that Greg could quit his second job.

	The situation on the set changed significantly one Tuesday afternoon.  I 
had been modeling a variety of sensuous outfits, many of which exposed my 
breasts and some my ass.  A few of the outfits made it essentially impossible 
for me to keep my pussy covered.  Toward the end of the session, I was modeling 
an erotic bedroom outfit with my wrists handcuffed in front of me to simulate a 
bondage situation. It was obviously a photo intended for illustration in some 
bondage-type publication.

	After Felix had taken a dozen of so exposures from different angles as I
posed in different positions, Jack started to call it a wrap, but then
changed his mind.  "Sandy, take off your panties."

	To say this command got everyone's attention is an understatement.  Bored
members of the crew immediately turned toward me.  Felix was suddenly vastly
more interested in the shoot.

	"Whatever you say, Boss", I commented as I lifted my hips and slowly pulled
the panties under my ass and up my thighs.  When they were bunched at the
crease of my ass and thighs, I stopped.  "All the way off, Boss?"

	"Yes.  Please. All the way off."  His voice cracked as he said it.

	I pulled the panties up my thighs, and when my arms weren't long enough to
pull them higher, I bent my knees and slipped them down my calves and off my
feet.  With my legs lifted and pressed tightly together, I asked, "Now what,
Boss?"

	"You're the model.  You know what to do."

	Indeed I did!  I let my legs fall open and planted my heels on the bed.
Pressing down, I arched my pelvis upward completely exposing my cunt to the
entire crew.  My labia were wet with excitement and flanged open.  Felix
aimed his camera right at the opening and clicked away.  For the next 10 minutes, I
struck one sexy, sensuous pose after another, every one exhibiting my ass
and pussy in one fashion or another.  By the time the 10 minutes had passed, my 
thighs and cunt were drenched with my juices.  The room was heady with my 
sexual aroma and every cock in the room was hard as stone.

	When Jack finally did end the session, I strolled back to my dressing room
taking my wet pussy with me and leaving a dozen raging erections in my wake.  It
wasn't long before the door opened and Jack came in, shutting the door
behind him.  He walked straight to me, took me in his arms, and kissed me with heat 
and wild desire.  His erection throbbed against my mound as his hand caressed my
ass. I kissed him back with equal passion, grinding my pussy against his rigid shaft.

	"I've got to fuck you", he breathed in my ear.  With a struggle, he got
himself under control enough to ask, "Can we?  Can we fuck?"

	Crushing my naked tits against his chest, I answered, "Of course we can
fuck.  How could we possibly not?  You can't stand it any longer and neither
can I. But you have a choice to make."

	"What choice?" he asked as his erection grew even larger with my comment.

	"We can fuck right here.. right now.  Or you can follow me to my house and
fuck me in my marriage bed. It's a 10 minute drive. I don't have to pick my
daughter until 5:30 PM.  That gives us over two hours for us to enjoy each
other."

	"God.. that's an incredibly difficult choice.  I'm dying to get into you.
I have been ever since you first walked onto the set.  But the thought of
screwing you in your own bed is just too much to pass up.  I'll follow you.  
Please hurry."

	"You won't believe how much I'm going to hurry, Jack."

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	"Oh yes!"  Jack urged.  "Do it to me!  Suck me!"

	The couple were on Sandy's bed in their master bedroom.  They had hastily
thrown the bedcovers on the floor and were doing it on the bottom sheet.
She knew that by the time they were done, she would have to change the
sheet.

	Pulling her hand down to base of Jack's prick, Sandy opened her mouth and
pushed her lips down the throbbing shaft.  He moaned as he felt his rod
being engulfed in her hot, wet mouth.  "Ohhh fuck... yes... Suck it!"

	She took inch after inch into her mouth until the head was shoving its way
down her throat and her nose was buried him his thick pubic hair.  "Oooh
Aahhh... Yes!..  UUUmmmmppphhhhh!!!" he groaned.

	Jack's naked legs trembled around Sandy's head as she worked her mouth up
and down his ramrod hard erection.  He held her head and fucked her mouth
like a cunt.

	"Play with my ass", Jack ordered.

	Sandy obeyed the command instantly.  Thrusting her free hand right up
between his legs where she began running it around and over his smooth
buttocks.  He grunted with intense male delight when she thrust her index
finger into his anus and began to finger fuck his hole.

	"OOohhh shit... it's about to shoot, Baby.  I can feel it!"

	Suddenly, his entire body jerked in a violent spasm, stiffened up, and
exploded into an even more intense spasm.  His cock throbbed violently
inside Sandy mouth hole, then exploded, sending out a huge solid stream of
white cum that shot straight down her throat into her belly.

	Sandy held the jerking dick inside her mouth as his orgasm ebbed.  Then,
slowly, she continue to suck, to fondle his balls, to jack his shaft with
one hand while she finger fucked his anus with the other.  In five minutes,
Jack had another erection.

	She thought he would fuck her now.  She was wild for it.  Ready.  Open.
Throbbing.  But he made her wait.   He pushed her onto her back, shoved a
pillow beneath her ass and pressed his lips into her cuntal folds.

	"Ooohhh... Oohhh Jack... What are you doing to meeeeeeeeeee?"

	"I'm going to make you cum, you beautiful Slut.  Then I'm going to fuck
you."

	Sandy groaned and waited.  He worked his tongue hard at her cunt.  Holding
it open with one hand so he could lick it freely.  His hand fondled her
naked legs.

	"Ooohhh Jack...  OOoohhhh..Oh... Jack!"  she babbled as her body writhed
uncontrollably beneath him.  She squirmed on the bed, her legs shaking in
convulsions around his head as he sucked and licked her married cunt.  She
felt the delicious wetness of his tongue between her legs, on her pussy, on
her clit, into her hot throbbing hole.

	Abruptly, her body rose violently up off the bed.  Her legs thrust her cunt
hard against Jack's tongue.  A violent shudder engulfed her body as her
orgasm burst inside her pussy and clit and shot down deep inside her pussy
hole.

	Sandy was still in the throes of her orgasm when she felt Jack rising to
his knees and sliding between her gaping legs.  She thrilled when she looked
down and saw him taking hold of his hard throbbing cock and aiming it
between her legs.

	"YES!  FUCK IT!  FUCK IT INTO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

	Jack pushed down and forward causing the end of his cock to spread open her
wet pussy lips that quickly accepted its male conqueror inside.  The woman
moaned under him.  He pushed more cock into her.  She gasped and moaned
loudly.  Jack closed his eyes and thrust hard into her.  His entire prick
sank out of sight, enveloped by her hot pussy flesh.

	Jack fucked her like a wild stallion for 5 minutes... then 5 more even
harder... Sandy came.  The fucking continued.  His hands held her ass now as
his cock slammed in and out of her cunt with the incredible force of a rutting
male intent on breeding the female under him.  Her legs and feet flailed
wildly and erratically in the air.  Each thrust of cock into her sex pit forced air 
from her lungs as she grunted and gloried in the intense fucking he was giving 
her.

	After another 10 minutes of non-stop hard fucking, her male stud exploded
his load into her waiting cunt.  She took it all and begged him to shoot in
more.  As he fired in the last jets, Sandy came again.

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	Within two months, my modeling had advanced to another level of
eroticism and income.  The photo session two days ago is a typical example.
Mark had now moved me to modeling for men's magazines that featured total
nudity and sex, including penetration shots.

	The first shots that Jack ordered were of me in a hot, sexy outfit that
showed a lot of cleavage, my legs, and generous portion of my ass.  As Felix
moved around the bed, I continued to move into different poses for him, now
without any instruction from Jack.  I bent over so that my tits including my
nipples could be seen down my blouse.  He captured them in several shots.
Then, I rolled onto my back, steepled my knees and let my skirt slid far up
my thighs.  Several pics were taken from the side and then with Felix aiming
the camera between my legs as I faced the lens.

	Click... click.. click went the camera.  I let my legs fall open.  Click..
click..click.. I spread even wider... more clicks of the camera followed.
Unbuttoning my blouse, I took both tits out... from directly above me now...
click.. click... click..   I cupped them for the camera... click.. click..

	I pulled my legs up and pressed my knees against my now totally exposed
tits.  Click.. click..  Open your legs wider came Jack's command.  I spread
wide open immediately.  A half dozen clicks followed.

	"Your panties, Sandy.  Slot your panties"   I pulled the crotchband deep
inside my slit and ass crack so that it effectively vanished from sight.
Click...click...click...click.  I pulled the panties down my thighs and off.
Felix took anther half dozen photos of my exposed cunt.

	Jack wanted the blouse and bra off... then the skirt up around my hips.
Click..click.. click..   "Roll over onto your hands and knees, Sandy...  Aim
your ass at the camera.. put your head on the bed and reach back and open
your cunt for the camera.   When I was in position, Felix moved in close...
pointed the lens at my open pussy and snapped away.

	After that, Wayne came onto the set and worked with me.  Felix took
dozens of shots as he held and sucked my tits.  More photos of him with his
fingers on and in my pussy followed.  Then it was my turn to take his huge
cock into my mouth.  I loved sucking it.  God... I was already on the verge
of an
orgasm.

	Finally, Jack ordered the penetration shots.  The first dozen or so,
Wayne took me doggie.  I kept urging him to fuck me..not just bury it and
let it soak inside my pussy.   "The pics will be blurred, Sandy, if I move."
he
explained.

	"Who cares.  Fuck me, you bastard!"

	"Later.  Quit being such a Bitch."

	Next, I got it missionary.  Finally, he put me back on my hands and
knees and fucked me in the ass.   When he had first done that, I had
screamed like I was being branded.  He ignored me, of course, and pushed it
in even deeper.  After several sessions of anal sex, he had me stretched enough 
that I could take him and even have an orgasm.  After Felix had a dozen shots
with his dick in my ass doggie.  Jack ordered me to ass sit his cock.  When
that was done, we called it a wrap.  I had been working on the set for two and a
half hours and had made $1,000.

	I went back to the my dressing room, stripped to just my heels and waited.
It didn't take more than a few minutes.  Wayne came in threw his robe on the
chair and then threw me onto the couch.  I jacked my legs up into the air,
pulled them back and waited.

	Wayne moved between my spread thighs.  "Hurry, Damn you.  Hurry.
I'm dying for it", I hissed.  "Stick it in me...  Fuck me hard."

	Wayne worked to adjust his cock at my opening while I spread my meaty,
wet cuntlips apart with my fingers to help him.  I could feel my cunt mouth
fluttering, twitching in anticipation.  Juices oozed out of my vagina and trickled down 
the crack of my ass.  When I felt the cock head pressing against my opening, I 
groaned and cupped my tits for him.  He pushed it into me.   "OOOHHHHHHHH.. 
YES!  FUCK ME!"

	My wet, hungry cunt devoured him as I wrapped my legs around his hips and
pulled him deep into my sex saddle.  The feel of his huge fuck meat reaming
out my quivering channel was delicious.  I was already about to cum.  Wayne
was right with me.  I felt his organ expanding, jerking as he rammed it all
the way into me, held it place against the neck of my womb, and fired his
cum into my throbbing, climaxing hole.

	A minute later, he pulled out of me allowing the huge wad of semen
inside my cunt to run our in a thick stream.  It didn't bother Jack in the
slightest.  As soon as Wayne was out of the way, Jack slammed his hard meat
deep into my still throbbing, cum-drenched hole.  He held my ass while he
fucked me.  Halfway through the fuck, I began to climax again.  He felt my
pussy convulsing around his cock and although he tried to hold off, he had
no chance.  My vagina milked his load out of his balls and he made certain
that it shot deep inside me where it was supposed to go.

	After the guys had all left, I showered, worked on my makeup, and laid out
my clothes.  I had just put on my panties when there was a knock on my door.
I started to tell my visitor to wait until I put some thing on and then
realized how silly that was. "Come in", I shouted.

	Felix poked his head in the door.  "Oh good.  You're still here.  I was
hoping you would be."

	"Takes a girl longer to get ready than a guy, Honey.  More things to
fix... more things to clean up.  Young boys don't clean up their rooms and
older boys don't clean up their playground after they're done."

	"Oh.  I guess that's right.  Well... ok.  I'll see you tomorrow."  He
smiled and turned to leave.

	"Wait a minute, Felix.  You didn't come around just to say "I'll see you
tomorrow".  What's the problem?"

	He blushed and stammered like a young boy.  "Well.. that's right, but I
hadn't thought about.. you know.   So maybe next time."

	I leaned back on the couch, smiled, and asked, "Do you want to play in my
playground, Honey?"

	I slowly spread my legs and could feel the intensity of Felix's stare.
He had a huge erection that was tenting his pants.  Of course, he did.  He
had spent three hours photographing every inch of me and had to be almost in
pain.  "I was going to ask you if you would be interested, but I realize
that you're all cleaned up and ready to leave."

	"So I have to take another shower.  We can afford the water."  I
motioned him over, unzipped his pants and found a real treasure inside.  It
was hard as stone and a thick, seven inches... more than enough to pleasure
any woman.   He groaned when I had all of it in my mouth and throat.

	He slowly pulled himself out and pushed me onto my back.  We both worked
to get me out of my panties and then to get him out of his clothes.  I
spread wide and he moved smoothly and confidently into my sex saddle.  It
was my turn to groan when his sex spear stretched me open and entered.  He 
pumped me slowly until he was completely buried.  I felt him lifting my legs.  A
moment later, I was being fucked by a confident male in full command.
Between moans, I whispered in his ear, "You can play in my playground
anytime, Lover."

	He hammered into me in steady, forceful thrusts that drove it solidly
into the bottom of my vagina.  A few minutes of this confident male holding
my ass in position as he rammed me had me trembling in orgasm.  The
contractions of my pussy excited Felix to a fever pitch.  He increased the
force of his strokes, each one driving my hips and ass deep into the couch
and bringing repeated female grunts of pleasure from my lips.  He slowly
increased the speed until my tits were bouncing wildly in response.

	I came again.  This time the pleasure was so intense I shrieked when my
vagina and clitoris exploded.  After 15 minutes of intense fucking, Felix
pressed his body tightly against mine and whispered, "I can't hold it any
longer.  You're just too tight...too hot."

	"DON'T HOLD IT, LOVER.  SHOOT IT!  SHOOT IT INTO ME.  CUM IN 
MY CUNT.   HURRY.  I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!"

	Later, I did have to take another shower and redo my hair and makeup.

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			Greg's Story

	I remember distinctly that it was a Friday.  Once again, I dragged myself
home, again so tired, I had to stop for fear that I would fall asleep behind the wheel 
even in the short drive to my house.  After getting a cold drink to clear my head, I 
managed to negotiate the remaining distance to my garage.

	Several surprises awaited my arrival.  On was my wife, Sandy, who was
wearing an incredibly sexy outfit.  The dress she wore just barely covered her
ass and half of her big tits were on display.  The dress was far too short
to allow her to wear stockings, but with her tanned legs, she didn't need
them.  Her legs looked sexy and hot in the 5-inch heels she had on.  Looking
more  carefully, I was certain that her tits were naked under the dress.

	Most men would have wasted no time in dragging such a hot looking 
woman to the bedroom and fucking her ass off.  But I had failed so many, many
times over the past four or five months, I actually dreaded the prospect.  It was 
obvious that my wife wanted sex.  Not surprising considering that I had only 
managed to fuck her successfully one time in last six or seven weeks.  I knew 
her female hormones were on high boil, but I was so tired, I usually couldn't 
manage an erection, and if I did, I couldn't sustain it.  The more I failed, the worst 
it got.

	Sandy had me sit down on the couch.  She sat beside me and handed 
me my second surprise in the form of a small black book.  I recognized it as a
bank deposit book.

	"What's this?"

	"It's our salvation, I hope.  Take a look."

	I opened the cover and found it was the balance book for a bank account,
as I expected.  What I didn't expect was that it was a joint account between
Sandy and myself.  I had assumed that whatever little bit she managed to
make, she would place in an account solely in her name.  I turned to the
first page and found it filled with entries, all deposits.  On the second
page, it was the same story... nothing but deposits... no withdrawals.  Then
came the coup de gras, the current balance on the third page, $35,214.67!

	I was totally stunned.  "What?  How is this possible?  How can it be
$35,000?" I stammered.

	"Well, that's after taxes, of course... state and federal income tax and
social security payments.  I think they took out about $20,000 when they
considered  our combined incomes.  I didn't claim any dependents, so we may get 
some money back after you do our taxes at the end of the year.  I don't know much
about that stuff."

	I was speechless!  I looked back at the account book to check the dates.
The first deposit of $425.00 had been made a little over three months previously.  
The last deposit made the previous day was for $1225.00.  My wife had made
around $55,000 in a little over three months... about $200,000 a year!

	I realized my wife was speaking to me.  "Tonight, I'm going to serve you a
marvelous dinner and then put you to bed.  You're going to sleep until noon.  When 
you wake up, I'll have breakfast in bed for you.  Then, you're going to call Jason and 
resign from your night manager job effective immediately.  No more working two jobs 
for my wonderful husband!   After all that's done and you're rested, you're going to take 
your wife to bed and spend the rest of the day and the night with your cock inside my 
pussy, my mouth, and my ass.  And I don't  want any arguments from you, 
understand!"

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	I gave my wife no arguments.  I slept until almost 1 PM.  Sandy brought me
a breakfast in bed that consisted of scrambled eggs, hash browns, biscuits, bacon 
and a ham slice, and a big steaming hot pot of coffee.  Best of all,  she served 
breakfast wearing nothing but a garter belt, thigh-high stockings, and a pair of shoes 
that looked like they had 5-inch heels.

	"If you want more, just ask, Honey.  I'll do anything.  I'm so fucking hot
for your big cock, I just can't wait.  Your hot whore will be in the kitchen.  Love you."  
She leaned over, dangled her big tits in my scrambled eggs, put some on her nipples, 
and held them up to my mouth.  "Here's your first bite, Lover."

	When Sandy left the room, I had a raging, throbbing erection, my first in
over six months.   I was more puzzled than ever.  She had never dressed like
that nor talked so hot and dirty before.  I fucking loved it!!

	Later that morning, I called Jason and resigned as his night manager.  He
said he was really sorry to lose me as I had been the best he had ever had, but he 
fully understood that two jobs and 15 hours a day were more than I could handle.

	After hanging up, I went looking for Sandy.   I called out, and she answered:  
"I'm in the bedroom Stud.   Come fuck your hot, dirty whore."

	When I saw my wife on the bed, my cock surged to full erection instantly.
If my cock was hard at breakfast, it was now a carbon-steel battering ram.  Sandy's 
lips and nipples gleamed with red gloss.  She had her hips mounted on two 
pillows, and her legs were jacked up and back with her knees on either side of big, 
naked tits.  Her pussy gaped open and gleamed with her wetness.  A thin stream 
of lubricant ran from her ass.  All she wore were the heels, hose, and garter belt.

	I was on her in a second, my raging erection probing for her cunthole.
"Higher, Stud.. higher.  Your whore's cunt opening is higher..."

	I moved my cock higher and found her wet open hole.  I pushed in and her
cunt convulsed around me.   "OOOHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK....  THAT'S THE 
WAY I WANT IT...THAT'S WHERE I WANT IT... FUCK ME, GREG!   OOHHH SHIT... 
GIVE IT TO ME LIKE A WHORE... From now on... you can fuck me anytime...day or
night.. just fuck me hard..NOW!!"

	We fucked from 2 PM until dinner time.  I lost count of the number of times
my wife exploded in orgasm.  Around 3:30, she rolled over onto her hands and
knees, reached back and spread her ass cheeks open.

	"Can you see my wet asshole, Lover?"

	"Ohhh god yes!"

	"Does it look like an asshole you want to fuck?"

	"Are you kidding me.  You're really going to let me fuck you in the ass?
It's gonna hurt."

	"Get on me..  Mount my ass and stick it in.  Don't worry about hurting me.
Just use me.  It's lubed and ready for you.  And don't ever bother to ask me if you 
can have my ass... it's yours.. anytime.  Just tell me to stick it up in the air, that 
you've decided to fuck it.   .... Oh...hurry... just can't wait... Please stick your big 
hard cock up your hot wife's ass, Baby."

	I was worried at first, but there was no need to be.  My cock easily sank
all the way into her on the first thrust.  It was obvious that my wife had been 
frequently pleasuring much larger cocks than mine in her ass for the past few 
months.   Moving my hand around her hips, I searched out her erect clitoris and, 
as my hips pounded stroke after stroke into her ass, my fingers danced over her
throbbing passion bud.   She went wild, gyrating and hunching back as the cock
drove into her depths.  After a few minutes, I felt her ass contracting and throbbing 
around my embedded cock.  I was amazed.  Sandy was having an intense orgasm.  
A moment later, my cum rocketed into her throbbing hole.

	At 2 AM, I awoke to find my wife sucking my cock.  Another first.. She 
had never done that before.  She sucked me all the way into her throat. Another 
first.  I warned her that I was about to cum and tried to pull out.  She screamed at 
me not to.  Another first.  I blew a huge load down her throat into her belly.  She 
just sighed, rubbed her clit and brought herself to an orgasm while I watched...
another first.  When I fell back asleep, she still had my cock in her mouth.  
Another first.

	Sandy served me breakfast at 9 AM in the morning on our deck.  I was
waiting as she refused to let me do anything.  This time the breakfast was
eggs Benedict, one of my favorites, pancakes, juice, and coffee.  She served
it wearing her bikini bottoms and heels... nothing else.

	"The neighbors can see us if they look out their windows", I warned.

	"If it embarrasses you, I'll put something on.  I thought you might enjoy
having the other husbands know what a hot, gorgeous wife you have at
your beck and call.  I know they've been giving you a hard time.

	"Oh god... I love it!  Thank you... thank you!"

	"From now on, Lover... anytime.. anywhere.  Do you like this better?"

	Sandy stood and removed the brief thong around her hips.  She sat back 
down and opened her legs.   Sandy smiled, touched her clit and asked, "Did your big
cock stretch my cunt much last night, Lover?"

	We ate the entire breakfast with my wife sitting stark naked beside me...
well.. almost naked.  She did have on her heels.   When we finished, she looked at 
me and asked, "Wanna fuck me right here, Baby?  I'm hot for it again if you want it."

	I didn't have enough nerve to fuck her on our deck in full view of the
neighbors, but if I had gotten up the nerve, I have no doubt that Sandy
would have loved it.

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	By the end of the week, I had fucked my wife at least two dozen times,
every time an erotic, sensuous adventure, better than any wet dream I've
ever had.  But I still couldn't understand how she was making so much money.

	About 10 days after she had shown me the bank book, I looked again.  
The balance was now up from $35,000 to a little less than $40,000.  It was time
I had a serious talk with my wife.  That evening I decided to get the truth.

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	"Sandy, you've done a fantastic job of getting us out of the financial
sewer, and you've probably saved my life and health by doing it.  But I've got to 
know how you're making so much money.  It's eating at me."

	"I'd love to tell you, Darling.  Come on.  Take me to bed.  I'll tell
you everything while you're fucking me.  I promise, we'll both enjoy it a
lot more that way."

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	Later, lying naked in bed with a rigid, throbbing erection, 
I watched my wife seductively stripping while I slowly stroked my 
cock.  When she was naked save for her "fuck-me" 4-inch heels, she 
straddled my body.  Holding her pussy over my cock, she whispered, 
"Stick that gorgeous cock in my pussy, Lover."  The wet folds slipped 
easily over the head as soon as I pushed it against her opening.  
My wife sighed and drove her hips downward.  When I was totally 
sheathed inside her cunt, she leaned over me letting her big
tits brush against my chest and said, "Mmmmmmmmm...so good.  Now 
what did you want to know, Honey?"

	"What kind of photos do you pose for?"

	"Very sexy photos..  in lingerie, bras, panties, teddies, 
garter belts,heels.  The kind that makes men hard."

	"If I buy men's magazines, am I likely to see my nearly 
naked wife posing in some of them?"

	"Yes."

	My cock throbbed inside Sandy's pussy.  She felt it and 
clamped her vaginal muscles hard around my shaft, milking me, 
again and again.  "Oh fuck", she moaned.  "Your cock feels like 
an iron bar in me.  OOohhhhh!"

	I had to struggle not to cum.  "Do you get hot when you 
pose?  Does your cunt get wet?"

	She sensuously pumped her gorgeous ass up and down my 
cock, grinding her clitoris against me every time I thudded into 
the bottom of her cunt.  "Ooohh  yes..  I get so hot and wet.. 
sometimes I have an orgasm right there on the set."

	"Ohh god!  The men on the set.. do they know you're hot?  
that you've cum?"

	"Sometimes they know.  Depends on how intense it is.  
Men can't always tell when a woman cums.  You know that."

	"Ohhh... I just have to ask.  Have other men fucked you?"

	Sandy pounded her cunt up and down my cock.  "What do 
you think, Lover? I'm posing nearly naked in front of a dozen 
men every day.  Everyone of them are hard and dying to get into 
me.  And at the time, you hadn't fucked me in six weeks.  What 
do you think?

	She leaned close to my ear, squeezed her pussy around 
my cock, and said,  "Of course other men have fucked me!!"

	My cock erupted inside her... just exploded.   Thick 
stream after thick stream of hot cum fired out of my throbbing 
prick, filling her cunt and then spurting out between our 
tightly coupled organs.  Sandy continued to ram her cunt up and 
down on my ejaculating rod until it became so sensitive and 
painful, I had to beg her to stop.

	We held each other tightly, my dick still semi-hard 
inside her channel.  Her pussy never stopped its continuous 
squeezing and throbbing action on my shaft.  In almost no time, 
I was hard again.  She smiled and kissed me hard.
"Ohhh Baby... what a marvelous stud you are.  That big cock 
is already hard again.  AAAhhhhhh soooo good.  Please fuck me 
some more."

	The squishing noises my ramming piston made inside her cum-filled
sex cylinder were incredible.  As I held her ass and rammed her, I said
"How many?  How many cocks have fucked you?"

	Her mouth opened wide, but only female grunts and moans came out as
my wife convulsed in an intense orgasm.  The spasms of her cunt on my prick
were delicious and wonderful to feel.  "Cum, you hot Bitch!", I screamed at
her.

	"Ohhhh yesss... you're making your dirty Bitch cum.. and cum..  
ooohh god...  FUCK ME HARDER...UUNNGGHHHHHHHHH..."

	"How many?" I demanded as I drove one hard thrust after 
another into her throbbing hole.

	"UUGHH  UUUGGHH... OOHHH Please... don't stop..  so  hard... 
big dick.. in me..   aaaahhhhhh oohh.. you're making me cum again... 
oohh fuckkkkkk..."

	"HOW MANY?"

	"Ah ah ah uunnnnnnn... don't...aaahhh...know..  mmmmmmm...  
ooohhh  give it to meeeee... uunngghhh...  maybe.. aaahhh... 
15..  ugh ugh ugh.. 16.. oohhh fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee.."

	Sandy came again.  She was too tired to move, but I was 
a raging bull.  Holding her hips steady, my hips slammed fuck 
stroke after hard fuck stroke into her convulsing vagina.  A thick 
white forth of churned pussy juice and cum coated our organs and 
our thighs.  "How many times do you think they've fucked you?"  
My dick about to shoot off again as I asked.

	"Ooohhh... two.. ooh  three times a day..  uuummmmmmmm... 
you're  gonna cum in me again aren't you.  Hurry.. I want it.  
fuck more cum into me like they did."

	"How many times have you been fucked?"

	"Three months, ooohhh...harder Honey.. .fuck me harder..  
uuummmmm  aahh.. ah  ah  about 60 photo shoots.  aahhhhhhhhhh.... 
I'm gonna cummm...  fucked at least twice..  each one...  uughh... 
cummingg. do it to meeeee... maybe 150 times.  Cum in me... 
hurry... Shoot in meeeeeeeee..."

	"How many times have you cum?"

	"Honey", she whispered as her cunt convulsed in one s
pasm after another. "I cum every time they fuck me...usually 
two or three times.  Those studs have made your wife cum about 
400 times."

	I came in torrents immediately.

	It took us fifteen minutes of deep breathing for us to 
recover.  We were both still panting when I asked, "Do you think 
Mark would let me watch the photo shoots?"

	"You want to see your hot wife being fucked by other men, 
don't you?"

	"Ohhh god...YES!"

	"I'll ask Mark, but he's very strict about visitors on 
the set.  He's only been present himself one or two times.  I 
don't think there's any chance, but I'll ask."

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	A month passed.  I was an absolutely new man with an incredibly hot wife.
Now that I was only working one job, I had what seemed like an unlimited supply of 
sexual energy.  That was probably due to the fact that Sandy seemed to have an 
incredible number of new ways to excite me.  Whenever she was around, I was hard
most of the time, and she was always ready whether it was routine, man-on-top, 
regular sex or some thing off the wall kinky.  

	To add icing on the cake, the money just kept getting better.  We weren't 
going to be multi-millionaires, but one or two million in savings and stock securities 
seemed to be well within reach, thanks to my wife's drop-dead sexy body and her
constant hot-to-fuck attitude.  

	There were a few negatives of course.  Most of the women at the country 
club were insanely jealous and total bitches, but Sandy totally ignored them.  The 
biggest negative was that my wife had been correct about Mark barring visitors or
spectators on the set.  So, my wildest fantasy of getting to watch my wife having 
sex with another man was unfulfilled.  To compensate, Sandy always gave me a 
detailed description of every thing when we were in bed having sex.  It wasn't as 
good as actually getting watch, but it was damn close.  

	About four or five weeks after Sandy first told me about her modeling job,
we were invited to an exclusive party by Mark and Doris Hendricks on the following
Saturday evening.  The occasion was to celebrate record sales by the company 
for the fiscal year.  All the employees had received substantial bonuses as a reward 
for the parts they had played in the company's success.  The party was just one 
more way Mark expressed his appreciation to others for jobs superbly well done.

	Sandy had informed me that the dress codes for the evening were "hot and 
sexy".  I knew that she would be dressed to "stalk and kill", and I hated the idea of
being a drag on her.  So, I had spent a lot of the previous week creating an appropriate
new look for myself that I hoped would complement the gorgeous woman I would be
escorting to the party.  

	Around 8 PM on Saturday, Sandy came out of her bedroom dressed for the
party.  It was exactly as I had expected.  She was attired in a tight, black and white
outfit.  Her miniskirt did come to mid-thigh but there was a split at the front of her left
thigh that rose to the top of her thigh.  The white blouse buttoned below the black bra,
which exposed the upper third of both of her large tits.   She was bare-legged with 
clear sandals on her feet each of which had a thin, 4-inch heel.  I wondered what kind, 
if any, panties she wore underneath.  Her full lips looked sensuous with the pale pink 
lip gloss on them and the dark eye shadow and mascara gave her an incredibly sultry appearance.  She wore a silver chain necklace that matched the multi-chained 
bracelets she had on each wrist.  I had absolutely no doubt that she would give most  
of the men at the party raging erections.  

	My wife opened her mouth to say "How do I look?", but she only got the first 
two words out before she saw me.  I had let my dark beard grow for a couple of days and
now sported a rugged, very masculine and virile, unshaven look.   In addition, I had had
my hair fixed so that it had a full, tousled look.  I even had one diamond stud ear screw
in my left ear.  My new, form-fitting silk shirt molded my very trim and muscular 
shoulders, chest, and arms.  The deep V neckline exposed my hairy, muscular chest, 
and the three silver and gold necklace chains with matching medallions that hung in 
the opening of the V added an element of masculine sensuality.  (At least, that was my
plan.)  The tailor-made, soft leather pants hugged my narrow waist and tight butt.  They
also outlined my cock perfectly.  I thought it looked erotic when it was a soft but thick
five and a half inches.  When erected to its full length of almost 8 inches, it looked 
almost obscene, which was also my plan.  My shiny black boots had a one-inch heel.

	To say I was nervous is an understatement.  I was near terrified that my wife would
burst into laughter.  "Well?", I asked.  "Too much?  Should I go change?  It won't take a 
minute.  Be truthful.  I don't want to be a laughing stock at the party."

	When Sandy finally managed to close her mouth, she breathed in a low, sexy 
whisper, "Holy Fucking Damn!...  Oh my Gawd... "  That outburst was followed by her
moving close and pressing her big tits against my hairy chest.  Her hands ran over the
soft leather covering my tight butt.. she let her fingers delve into the clearly outlined 
crease between my ass cheeks.   Next she kissed me...open mouthed... her tongue 
licking the inside of my mouth and flicking over my tongue.  At the same time, her hand was 
cupping my balls and running up and down the length of my bulge that grew quickly to full
staff.   Her body actually shuddered when she felt its length and girth.  Stepping back, she
looked at my rigid 8-inch fuck stick perfectly outlined by the tight pants.

	"OH SHIT!  It's gorgeous!"  She rammed her mound against my bulge and 
ground herself up and down its length.  "I WANT THIS IN ME... OH FUCK ME!"

	I absolutely loved this!  And I couldn't resist repeating what all
women have said many times when the situation is reversed.  "Not now.  You'll
muss me."

	My wife laughed.  "You dirty, hot, fucking, stud bastard!  You're 
incredible.  All the other models are going to be at the party.. you know that.
And every one of them is going to be dripping wet and wild for you." ... My 
wife was silent for a moment, then she asked in a soft voice, "Are you going 
to fuck them?"

	"Just one of them.  You!"  I felt my wife's body trembling against mine.
"I was just teasing you a moment ago.  I would love to take you to bed right 
now and fuck you until neither of us can move."

	She shuddered as her tongue licked her top lip in rapid flicking motions. 
"You have me so damn hot, I can't believe it.  Make me wait..  make your hot 
slut wait for it.  Ravish me when we get home."

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	The party was exactly what I expected.  The women were all incredibly 
sexy and dressed hot, particularly the models.  It was a erotic experience
to be in a room with so many gorgeous women, all sensuous and interested in
sex.  Sandy, however, was in a class by herself.  None of the other women
had the awesome body my wife did and none had her totally uninhibited attitude
toward sex.  

	The men were a different story.  Except for Jack, Mark, Felix, and myself,
they all wore the usual plain business suits men usually wear or they wore 
dress shirts with slacks.  My wife's prediction turned out to be precisely correct.  
The women were all turned on my appearance and sensuous attire, particularly my
prominently displayed tight butt and the bulge of my cock.  Before an hour had 
passed, I was receiving attention from most of the women in the room.  That 
attention had my cock hard creating a big 8-inch bulge in my pants.  Once that
happened, the level of female attention I was getting increased still further.

	Judy was easily the most forward and aggressive of the women.  
"Hi.  I'm Judy, one of the other models."

	"Hi.  I'm Greg."

	"I know.  You're Sandy's date aren't you?"

	"Yes.  Actually, I'm her husband."

	"Really!"  Instead of dampening her interest, that piece 
of information seemed to increase it.  "Tell me, doesn't it get 
sort of boring fucking the same pussy all the time?"

	"Don't nearly as much as you might think.  My wife is 
incredibly inventive in thinking of new ways to keep our sex 
hot and wild."

	"That's a surprise...  particularly considering the fact 
that she's getting dicked by 3 or 4 guys every time she works.  
Most women getting fucked that much wouldn't be very interested 
in getting it on with hubby."

	"I guess she likes me."

	"She must.  But if you ever get tired of fucking the same 
cunt, give me a call.  I love to have you on me and in me."   Pulling 
down the bodice of her dress, she gave me a hot smile and asked, 
"Don't you think you would enjoy fucking me?"  

	She handed me folded piece of paper and  walked into the 
crowd.  When I glanced at the unfolded note, it contained Judy's 
address and phone number.  Within another hour, I had three more 
such notes in my pocket. 

	After getting a drink at the bar, I went looking for my wife.  
I found her almost immediately on the dance floor with a middle aged 
guy in his mid to late 40s or early 50s.  He was wearing the usual 
business suit.  Sandy was dancing very close to him as the hi-fi 
system played a slow song.  Her big tits were mashed solidly 
against his chest.  The man had his hands on my wife's ass, and she 
was raising no objection.  As they moved about the floor, I saw that 
he was pulling her lower body against what I was certain was a very 
rigid cock.  

	They continued to dance through that song and another one, 
Sandy never moving out of his arms the entire time, even when there 
was a lull between songs.  Shortly after the start of the third song, 
another middle-aged guy cut in.  The first man raised no objection, 
so it was obvious that they knew each other well.  The first man 
spoke with his friend for a moment gesturing toward my wife who was 
waiting to be claimed by her new partner.  A moment later, he pulled 
her close to his body and they moved off across the dance floor.

	The new guy danced the same way with my wife as the first 
one had.  His hands went immediately to her ass as Sandy pressed 
her tits into his chest.  After a turn or two around the floor, 
things changed.  Her partner's hands disappeared underneath my 
wife's short skirt where, I was certain, they held her naked ass 
in his hands.  Once more I watched as her mound was pressed against 
a hard erection.  It didn't take long before I saw her hips 
grinding against it.  I had a raging erection, so much so that 
every woman who passed looked at it.  

	The song ended and they strolled off the dance floor and 
disappeared into the crowd.  I went to get another drink.

	Perhaps a half hour later, Sandy approached me.  "I need 
to talk to you.  Come on."

	She led me down a hallway and into a small room that served 
as Mark's study.  Sandy shut the door behind us after we had entered.  
"Are you OK?" I asked concerned.

	"Yes.  I'm fine.  I know you noticed the two men I was 
dancing with."

	"I did.  They were both feeling you up pretty good.  
Particularly the second guy.  He had his hand underneath your skirt."

	"Did it make you mad?"

	"No.  I know you love me."  Sandy beamed at that statement 
of fact.  "It did make me hard though."  Her smile grew even broader. 

	"Harmon had his hand under more than just my skirt.  He 
was inside my panties too.  And inside my cunt finger fucking me.  
If he had had anything close to your technique, he would have had 
me cumming right there on the dance floor."

	Now it was my turn to smile broadly.  

	"The first guy is Bill Simpson.  He's a vice president of 
a large company that publishes several men's magazines.  The other 
guy, Harmon something... can't remember his last name.. is also 
a vice president of the firm.  They're considering hiring Mark's 
firm to handle all the photographic production for all of their 
magazines and most of the video as well.  It's a multi-million 
dollar deal."

	"Wow!  I can see why you were dancing with them."

	"Yeah.  Mark asked me to.  He just spoke with me again 
and told me that they both want to fuck me.  I need to know how 
you feel about that.  It's not the same thing as screwing on the 
set when I have a boiling hot pussy."

	"Sandy, I love you.  I'll support anything you want to 
do.  Do you want to fuck them?

	"The man I want to fuck me is you!  But, the thought of 
doing it with two guys I just met is exciting.  It would also 
cinch the deal for Mark and he's the one who helped us get out 
of our financial mess that had you killing yourself working 
15-17 hours a day.  And I know that one of your hottest fantasies 
is to see me being fucked by another man.  You could watch while 
they bang me."

	"How am I supposed to do that?  I doubt very much that 
either of those guys want an audience, particularly not the 
husband of the woman they're fucking."

	"I could take them into the guest bedroom that adjoins 
the master bedroom.  Mark and Doris have installed a one-way 
mirror between the guest bedroom and the big walk-in closet 
in their bedroom.  They even have lounge chairs in there for 
comfortable viewing.  You could see every thing through that 
one-way mirror."

	"How do you know about this mirror?" I inquired, pretty 
sure I already knew the answer.

	"I was in that closet watching Wayne screwing Doris 
one night while you were at work."

	"Did she know you were watching?"

	"Probably, but Wayne didn't know.. he still doesn't."

	"How did you know the mirror was there in the first place?"

	"Mark took me in.. we both watched Doris being fucked.  
Mark's a lot like you.  He loves to see his wife being fucked."

	"Did Mark fuck you while you watched?"

	"Of course he fucked me.  He gave it to me like a wild man."

	"OK, but I don't think Mark and Doris are going to 
appreciate me being in their bedroom like that."

	"Doris will take you in."

	"Doris?  Not Mark?"

	"Mark doesn't want to fuck you.  Doris does."

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	Thirty minutes later, Doris came over and said, "Bill and Harmon are 
anxious.. really anxious.. to get started.  We better go up to if we don't 
to miss anything."

	"Is Mark cool with this?  I mean it.  The two of you saved Sandy and I
when we needed help the most.  The last thing in the world I want to do is 
abuse his friendship by doing some thing with his wife he does not want."

	Doris stepped close.  "Mark wanted to come with us and watch.  But I
told him I wanted you alone this first time.  He's disappointed but he's not
angry at all."

	"Ok.  Let's go.  How are they going to decide who gets to fuck my wife
first?

	"Bill hates sloppy seconds.  Harmon loves them.  So it wasn't much
of a problem for them to decide."

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	The view through the one-way mirror was amazing.  It was as if we were
in the next room.  There was a love seat right in front of the mirror, which
Doris and I now occupied as we waited to watch my wife being fucked. 

	I reached over and unzipped her dress in back.  She moaned softly as I
pulled it off her shoulders.  "Stand up", I commanded.  She obeyed instantly,
and a moment later, her dress was on the chair off to one side.  

	"Now you", she said.  She took off my silk shirt and then unzipped my
pants.  When my cock sprang out, hard, erect, and throbbing with precum 
coating the big head, she squealed with delight.  "Ooohhh FUCK!  You're not
wearing any shorts or briefs.  That's so fucking sexy... "

	I pulled her into my arms, flicked open the catch at the back of her bra
and had her tits out as I explored the inside of her mouth with my tongue and
she stroked and squeezed my big cock.  Slowly, I worked my way down her belly,
then onto her thighs.  To give us more room, I moved to the floor on my knees 
and hooked my fingers into her panties.  I lowered them slowly until her 
neatly trimmed cunt bush appeared.  

	My hand found her sensitive nipple and began roll and pinch it.  She moaned
softly and then louder.  "Can they hear us in other room?"

	"No..  Don't stop.  Please, don't stop.  The walls are soundproofed.  We can 
hear them because of the microphones, but they won't be able to hear us."  Her voice 
trailed off into a groan as the erotic sensations coursed through her body. When my
fingers slid between her legs and began massaging her vagina through the satin 
panties, her hips rose up off the love seat and humped wildly in the air.  Her legs 
parted, giving me full access to her sex. 

	Mark's wife was hot.. really hot.  I made her reach two orgasms before I 
put my hand inside her panties.  Her pubic hair surrounded the wet, juicy slit.  When 
I probed inside her vagina, massaging her clitoris, she wailed like a banshee, her 
tongue licking rapidly over her top lip.  After I had brought her off again, I
removed her panties. 

	"Oohhh god.. you're killing meeeeee...  I can't stop cumming she gasped in
the throes of still another climax.  

---------------------

	At that moment, the door to the guest bedroom opened.  Bill Simpson followed
my wife into the room.  We heard his voice clearly say, "Do you want the lights
out?"

	"Never.  I like to see the man fucking me, Honey.  And I love seeing his
big cock sinking into me."
	
----------------------

	If Simpson was hot and excited when he entered the room, hearing this 
gorgeous woman telling him she wanted to see his cock sinking into her cunt 
drove him into a frenzy.  He quickly unbuttoned her blouse and flicked open 
her bra.  Her big 36DD melons thrust out into the open, the nipples hard and
erect.  She pulled his head between them and moaned.  "Suck my tits, Honey.
Suck me good.  It makes my cunt throb so hard when a man sucks them."

	Doris was panting and thrusting her cunt against my fingers as we watched.
Her legs spread wide open as I moved closer.  Looking down between her heaving 
tits, she saw my hard erect cock in my right hand as I guided it to her open wet 
vagina.  It was about 8 inches long and thick.  A strand of precum hung from its 
tip as I aligned the pole to the entrance to her body. 

	I swabbed it up and down her drenched cunt slit, letting the head slide
erotically over her sensitive, engorged clitoris.   Every time it stroked, her clit 
jerked and danced wildly.  Doris grunted and thrashed on the love seat, begging
me to put it in.

-----------------------

	"Ooohhh god damn... yess... suck my tits, Stud.  Aaaahhhhhhh", we heard 
my wife moan in the next room.  

	We looked through the mirror and saw that Bill had  worked Sandy's skirt off 
leaving her naked except for her bikini panties and "fuck-me" 4-inch heels.  Sandy 
grabbed his head and pulled it hard to her tits.  She felt his hand drop to her thigh 
and lightly rub the inside of it.  The intense sensation was making my wife's legs 
spread as if they had a mind of their own.  Slowly, Bill worked his hand up toward 
Sandy's cunt.  When it reached its destination, he began rubbing her clit.  She 
arched her back, thrust her hips forward and came, wailing as her hole throbbed.  
Bill unzipped his pants and pulled them off while my wife squeezed and pulled her
nipples frantically.  With her panties pulled to one side, I could see her cunt hole 
opening and closing as it pulsed in anticipation of cock.

------------------------
	Doris howled as she was penetrated.  Her eyes flew open and she cried out 
as the first four inches of the thick fuck stick sank out of sight.  "Oohhhh 
shit... you're big... thick.  How much is in me?"

	"Four inches."

	"How much more dick."

	"Four more."

	"AAAhhhh god... Give it to meeeee", Mark's wife wailed and screamed as one 
climax after another passed through her skewered body.  She wrapped her legs 
around my waist and pulled me inside of her until the last inch had disappeared.  

	Once socked solidly into her her sex saddle, I ground my pubic bone against
her big clit.  

	"OH SHIT.. OH SHIT... SHIT...OOOHHH... STOP.. CAN'T TAKE IT... TOO 
MUCH.. TOO MUCH....OOHH FUCK... PLEASE..  PLEASE..  AAAAHHHHHHHHH
IM CUMMINGGGGGGG... DON'T STOP... PLEASE DON'T STOP.. 

	My cock surged in and out of her spasming hole, each stroke hammering all 
the way to the bottom of her pussy.   She came again, this time squirting her juices
out and around my cock that continued to fuck her senseless. 

------------------------

	The sound of another woman wailing and screaming came from the guest 
bedroom.  We looked in and saw that Bill now had my wife on the bed.  He had 
already taken off her panties and was between Sandy's legs.  Her scream came
when he rammed his cock up inside her wet cunt.  I watched with my own cock 
throbbing inside Doris' pussy as he slid his into Sandy's hot box.  Bill moved 
his hips in circles, thrusting into her with hard driving strokes.  My wife 
began to cum again.   I could tell that she was reaching the point where she 
was about to go into multiple orgasms.   Bill hooked his arms under my wife's 
legs, levered them up and back so that her ass and cunt were a perfect target 
for his cock.  I saw him grin as he looked at her totally exposed pussy.  He
pushed his prick back inside groaning with the intense male pleasure of feeling
a woman's cunt sliding over your hard dick.   He buried it to the hilt and started 
hammering in and out of my groaning wife.  

	Sandy's feet were up in the air, well above Bill's back.  As the man drove 
stroke after determined hard stroke into her cunt, my wife's heels danced back and 
forth, jerking, flailing the air in wild gyrations.  Her ass and tits were repeatedly 
jarred forward as the cock thudded into the bottom of her sex hole.  When he 
pulled out for another thrust, her ass and tits returned to their original position only 
to be rammed forward again by the next plunge of cock into her depths.  The 
fierce fucking forced repeated screeches and groans from my wife:	

	"OH GOD.. OH GOD!  OH GOD!  AAHH AAHH AAHH .. OH GOD DAMN..  AAAAHHHHHH.  AAAAAAAAAHHH... YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEE... UGH UGH 
OOOHHH FUCKKK....UUUNNNNNNN  OOOHHHH SHIT... YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...."

I could even hear the squishing sounds of his prick as hammered back and
forth, in and out of her channel.

------------------------

	The delicious sensations of Doris' cunt throbbing around my buried
cock were causing my prick to jerk in hard spasms inside her.  Each time it jerked,
she moaned.  I looked down and watched as her large tits wobbled back and forth in
response to the fucking her cunt was receiving.   It took only a few strokes before she squealed and reached another mid-blowing climax.   Mark's wife had become a mindless fucking machine as she slammed her hips up and down on my rigid pole, impaling herself again and again, cumming repeatedly.  I held back my own orgasm and finally pulled my 
dripping dick from the drenched cunt of the fucked out brunette on the love seat. 

------------------------

	Bill had now turned my wife over onto her hands and knees.  He held her 
hips as he boosted her ass into position.  "Spread your knees wide, Honey", I
heard him tell her.  My cock jerked hard when I watched her obey instantly.
She put her head down on the bed and arched her ass high, knees far apart, to
present her lover with a gaping, wide open cunt waiting to be fucked.  

	As Bill fitted the big knob into her opening, I 
watched her wet folds sliding around it, engulfing it, 
until it sank out of sight inside my wife's cunt hole.  
He held it still, just inside her.  Sandy moaned.. then 
began to thrust her ass back against him, trying to get 
him in deeper, trying to persuade him to fuck her ... 
to make her cum again.  

	"Want it?"  he asked.

	"Oh yes.  Please."

	"What do you want?"

	"Your cock.  Your big hard cock.  Please.  Fuck 
me with it."

	"Where?"

	"In my cunt.  In my hot, wet, married cunt hole.  
PLEASE!"

	WHAM!  WHOOMMPPF  WHOOMPPF  WHOOMPPF ..  again 
and again he slammed his rod into my wife's fuck hole.  
He gave it to her hard.  My wife's hips jarred forward, 
her tits bounced, and she screamed, 

	"AAAAAEEEEIIIIIII.... That's the way I want it... 
FUCK MEEEEE...FUCK ME HARD!"

The sound of their fucking was intense on the speaker 
system:  WHOOMMPPF  WHOOMPPF  WHOOMPPF ... WHOOMMPPF  
WHOOMPPF  WHOOMPPF WHOOMMPPF  WHOOMPPF  WHOOMPPF.

	"Oh you're fucking meeeeee...fucking meeeee..  
your big cock is in my cunt...  aahhhhhhh....  my 
husband would kill me if he knew I was letting you 
screw me like this...ooohhh god fuck it...FUCK IT... 
CUMMMINGGG... IM CUMMMINGGG AGAIN!!"

	"Take it you hot whore.   Here comes the load, 
Baby.  It's going into your  fuck hole.. UGH UGH UGH... 
ALMOST THERE!!  HOPE YOU'RE ON THE PILL." he screamed.  

	"NO!  NO!  NOOOO!  PLEASE... NOOOO..DON'T  DON'T 
CUM IN MEE... PLEASE.. I'M NOT ON THE PILL..  YOU'LL GET 
ME PREGNANT... DON'T SHOOT IT IN MEEEEEEE...PLEASE!

	"TOUGH SHIT, BABY.  HERE CUMS THE BABY MAKING 
LOAD:  AAAHHHHHHHHHH...  CUMMINGG.. UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH 
UGH ...  MMMMMMM......... GOD.. WHAT A CUNT!!"

	"Oh you fucking bastard... you're breeding 
meeeeeeeee... fucking a baby into meeeeeee.... oohhhh 
shit... shit... uuunngghhhh..  cummingg again..."

	Bill continued to cum inside my wife's pussy 
for almost a minute before he finally pulled out and let 
the huge stream of semen flow out of her fucked out hole.

--------------------------------------------

	While Bill dressed, Sandy made a trip to the 
bathroom to wash the sweat off her body.  I noticed 
that she didn't wash her cunt at all since Harmon 
loved sloppy seconds.  He was certainly going to get 
one.  Her cunt was awash with Bill's cum load.  

	I turned my attention back to Doris who had 
been sucking my cock.  She could only get five inches 
in at first before she would gag.  But she kept working 
it in as far as she could until now she was taking about 
7 inches of man meat into her throat and sucking like
a professional whore.  

	"Come on, Sexy.  I want you bent over the back 
of the love seat so I can fuck you doggie while we watch 
Harmon giving it to my wife."

	Doris scrambled to get into position.  I noticed 
the back of the love seat was the perfect height for 
doggie fucking a woman bent over it.  I was sure that 
this was not an accident. 

	Five minutes later, Harmon entered the room, 
stripped off his clothes while watching my wife in the 
middle of the bed rubbing her clitoris furiously.  She 
was still naked save for her "fuck-me" heels and Bill's 
cum load coated her pubes, her inner thighs, her labia 
and a thin stream of his fuck juice was running from 
her hole.  

	"Do it faster, Slut.  Make your cunt and clit 
cum for me."  Harmon ordered.  

	My wife's fingers quickly located the place she 
needed to be.  Rapidly, she finger fucked her cunt and 
strummed her clitoris.  Her body arched, then fell back 
as her hips churned up and down desperately seeking 
release.  Harmon knelt down and looked straight between 
her thighs as she pleasured herself.  Her hands moved 
faster. One sliding over her clit, the other ramming in 
and out of her fuck channel.  

	"Fuck yourself, you hot Bitch.  Make your cunt 
cum." 

	My wife's hand flew over her clitoris.  It took 
less than a minute before her hips rose high up in the 
air, and her hole contracted.. opened... contracted... 
opened...   The orgasm caused my wife to convulse into  
a fetal position with her hands between her thighs.  She 
stayed balled up like that until her cunt had ceased to 
throb.  

--------------------------------

	While we waited for the action to start, I moved 
behind Doris' bent over body.  She had her head resting 
on the cushion of the love seat.  Her legs were spread 
wide and she kept them ramrod straight to arch her ass 
as high as possible.  Her cunt gaped open, my last cum 
load running down her thighs. 

	"Reach back and pull your ass open", I whispered.  
"I want to inspect your hot asshole."

	A moment later, she was holding her ass wide open 
for me.  Leaning over, I licked her cheeks.  She was 
startled, clearly not expecting me to do this.  When her 
ass was wet with my saliva, I moved to her puckered hole 
and rimmed her.  She moan... "Ooohhh that's feels wonderful.  
ooohhh..   no one has ever done that to me... please.. 
don't stop.."

	I continue to lick and probe her ass, finally 
pushing my tongue inside and coating the surface with 
copious amounts of my saliva... wetting her... getting her 
ready.  

	"May I rub my clit? she begged.  "Please let me 
rub my clit."  

	"You may"

	Her hand literally flew to her engorged clitoris 
which she frigged and rubbed rapidly, frantic with her need 
to cum.  The tongue inside her ass was driving her crazy.  
When she came, her ass contracted on my tongue in a hard 
spasm.  I continued to lick and probe and she continued to 
cum.  Finally, I pulled out and watched her ass contracting 
as she came again.  Harmon was about to start fucking my wife, 
I wanted to be in Doris' ass when he got his cock into my 
wife's ass. 

	At the same time, I squirted astroglide into Doris' 
asshole and around the opening, and Harmon lubed up Sandy's 
hole.  She was on her hands and knees on the bed.  The same 
position she was in when Bill pumped his load into her cunt.  
Only now the cock was going into her asshole.  

	I placed my cockhead at Doris' asshole and watched 
as Harmon put his against my wife's.  He pushed in the head.  
It easily sank out of sight in my wife's ass.  I pushed mine 
into Doris.  She hadn't been ass fucked nearly as much and 
I had to use more pressure to get into her.  She moaned in 
some pain but begged me not to stop when I eased up.  One 
more hard thrust buried half my length into her butt.  

	Harmon was holding my wife's hips now as he sank 5 
of his 7 inches into her upthrust asshole.  I knew from 
experience that Sandy could take him without a twinge of 
pain, but she wanted him to enjoy ass fucking her. 

	"Oooohoooooooooo SHIT.. BIG... AAAHHHHHHHH...  
EASY ... EASY...  "

Harmon pushed the rest of his length into Sandy's ass.  
When she felt his balls slapping against her cunt, she 
sighed,

	"OOOHHH BABY... THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD... NOW.. 
FUCK MY ASS.. ALL THE WAY IN... ALL THE  WAY OUT... MAKE 
ME FEEL IT STUD!"

	Together, Harmon and I began to fuck the women's 
assholes.  I couldn't tell whether Doris or my wife was 
gasping and moaning the loudest.  Their fingers frantically 
plunged in and out of their throbbing cunts while other 
fingers rubbed their erect clits with a fury.  

	Suddenly Harmon yanked his dick out of my wife's 
asshole.

	"NO...NO.. put it back it... I'm about to cum...  
Keep fucking meeeeeeee...please!"   Sandy moaned, this time 
really meaning it.  

	"It's going back in, Bitch."   He lowered his aim, 
yanked her hand out of the way and slammed it into my wife's 
cunt to the hilt.  He thrust three fingers into her gaping 
asshole and used it as leverage to work my wife's hips back 
and forth over his embedded prick.  

	"Oh God... look at that!  Do me that way, oohh 
please.. do it to me like she's getting it", Doris wailed.  

	I gave her what she wanted.  When my three fingers 
rammed deep into her ass, she may have regretted her request.  
Pulling back on her ass, I rammed forward into her cunt.  
Back and forth.  Keeping perfect time with Harmon as he cunt 
fucked my wife and fingered her asshole.  

	Doris was screaming in another orgasm.  Sandy was 
grunting and then gasping as her orgasm exploded.   

	I couldn't hold out any longer.  "I'm going to cum 
in you, Doris.  Where do you want my load?"

	"MY ASS... IN MY ASSSSSSSSSSSSS..."

	Pulling out of her wet cunt, I aimed the head at 
her now wide open asshole.  "Hold your cheeks open.  Raise 
your ass..  I want to see my cock going into your hot ass, 
Honey."

	Her hands gripped her cheeks and yanked herself open.  
The sight was obscene.  Her asshole gaped wide from the 
fucking of my 8-inch, thick dick had given it.  With her 
cheeks being held wide open, I could see it all.  Her ass 
hole was opening and closing as she throbbed in anticipation.  
I didn't make her wait.  Inserting the head into her hole, 
I pushed all eight inches inside her ass and began fucking 
her like a machine. 

	I saw that Harmon had done the same.  He was back 
in my wife's ass ramming in and out with all the force and 
speed he could manage.  

	We both yelled at the same time.  "I'm cumming... 
shooting it up your hot ass."  Two sex guns released volley 
after volley of cum into the two assholes.  When we finally 
pulled out of the panting, moaning women, they both collapsed 
in a heap.  

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	As we were leaving the party a little after midnight, 
Mark stopped us.  "Sandy, we just got the contract.  I can't 
thank you enough for helping like that.  I know it wasn't 
all that pleasant for you.   You'll find a $5,000 bonus in 
the next check.  And Greg, Doris said you were just terrific.  
She said she must have cum a dozen or more times.  She also 
said you're better than any of the male models we have.  So, 
if you want to change jobs, we would love to have you as our 
chief male model.  You will make just about the same money 
as your present job, but it will be a lot more fun and... as 
an added bonus... as a member of the crew... 

You get  to watch!
 
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