My Wife and the Air Force Captain

by  RLM

	When my wife Joyce and I were married, she was every man's wet dream.  Her shoulder-length blonde hair, green eyes, full lips, and absolutely beautiful face complemented a drop-dead gorgeous 5' 7", 138 lb,  36D-24-36 body.  In 4-inch heels, her legs gave me an instant erection.  To be honest, I was never particularly handsome.  My only redeeming merits were a trim 5' 11", 160 lb body, full dark hair, good intellect, with a reasonable 7-inch cock.  When I showed my friends photographs of my fiancée, they were all amazed.  Most had the grace to try to conceal their amazement at my good fortune, but one of my best friends was so astounded that he remarked, "My god!  How in hell did you manage to do it?"  That comment remains one of the finest compliments I have ever received.  

	Unfortunately, things change.  After seven years of marriage and two children, Joyce began to put on weight.  The more weight she gained, the more I complained.  This made her even more unhappy with herself, and she took refuge in even more food.  By the time we had been married for 11 years, she weighed 213 lbs.  To conceal her added bulk, she wore very loose-fitting, baggy clothing that had zero sex appeal.  This resulted in a near complete loss of interest in sex to the point that she actively avoided it.  At one point, I kept a log and found that four out of every five times I suggested sex, my wife said "no".  When we did make love, there was little in the way of passion and sensuality.  Oral sex was totally out of the question.  Needless to say, we were both miserable.  

	With essentially no sex available at home, I became more and more desperate.  I eventually ended up having a four-month affair with another woman.  Since I had had no experience concealing such things, combined with the fact that women are generally excellent at picking up on subtle cues, Joyce became aware of my liaison after a month.  After that, things became very tense and uncertain in our household.  I assumed it was just a matter of time before we would divorce.  

	However, I had seriously underestimated my wife's competitive drive.  It turned out that she was far more furious at my mistress than she was with me.  As she told me later, there was no way she was going to let that slut steal her husband and the father of her children. Without saying a word, Joyce began a serious, determined diet and exercise regimen.  At the end of two months, she had lost 30 pounds.  At that point, she went to work altering all of her dresses.  Hemlines that were below the knee, rose to near midthigh.  Tennis shoes and loafers were all discarded in favor of heels.  Her socks were thrown into the thrash and replaced with pantyhose, stockings, and garter belts.  Make up and jewelry became a regular part of her appearance, rather than something I rarely saw.  

	Without informing me, she arranged to have an A&P performed to repair the damage done to her vagina by the birth of our two children.  At the same time, she scheduled surgery to have her tubes tied as we had both decided years before that two children was all we wished to have.  I later learned that she had also visited a plastic surgeon about a tummy tuck to be performed after all the weight loss was completed and a lift and small enlargement of her breasts.  

	In view of all these developments, I broke off the affair.  I also sincerely and with great remorse apologized to my wife.  The apology was accompanied by a pledge that I would never again have another affair behind her back.  To this day, I have never broken that pledge.  

	Suddenly, I found myself with a fire hot woman with a voracious sexual appetite.  We were having sex at least twice a day.  Each time, my wife would have several, intense orgasms.  Previously, she rarely came more than once when we fucked.  She was ready to try anything, and if I couldn't come up with something new and erotic, she did.  

	After six months, Joyce had lost 70 lbs.  Her weight stabilized around 143, just five pounds more than when we married almost 12 years previously.  She told me about the A&P, the tubal ligation, and the upcoming surgery for the tummy tuck and the breast enhancement.  We drove to the hospital together.  One month later, there was no sagging skin on her tummy, and Joyce had awesome twin cannons on her chest that were something between 36DD and 38DD.  

	One evening my wife was sitting on the sofa, her altered skirt showing a lot of thigh.  She saw me staring at her and beamed.  "Like what you see?"  

	For an answer, I said, "Are the kids asleep?  I want to fuck you."

	"Yes, they're in bed, but you're not getting into me yet.  How is our bank account?  Can we afford to splurge on new wardrobe for me?  If so, I want to go to Victoria's Secret this weekend and some other smart shops and spend all our money."

	"Can I go with you and watch?"

	"Just sit and watch?  Absolutely not!  Your job is going to be to tell me what makes me look hot, sensuous, and sexy.   To tell me what I need to buy to make men get hard just looking at me.  Think you're up to that task, Lover?"
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	We spent the entire weekend shopping for Joyce's new wardrobe.  All of her altered clothes were discarded.  The results were amazing.  Her outfits comprised several sheathes, all skin-tight and all showing my wife's ample cleavage.  She purchased an array of dresses, some elegant and on the conservative side while others were revealing and hot.  One dress, which had a hemline that barely covered her ass and a plunging neckline that exposed a lot of her breasts, became known as her "My Word!" dress.  The name stuck because she wore it to a party, and we heard one of the other women gasp "My Word!" when she saw it.  Of course, there were several miniskirts included, some so short they almost didn't cover her ass.  Joyce bought several halters with matching shorts.  In every case, the shorts were cut high on her buttocks and were extremely tight to the point of clearly outlining her camel toe.  Several pairs of skin-tight jeans were purchased.  
  
	The bras were a combination of see-through bras, half or demi bras that arched her breasts without concealing the nipples, and a few with cutouts over her nipples.  All her new panties were bikini or thongs, several thin enough to show her pussy and neatly trimmed small triangle of pubic hair above her clitoris.  A few pair of pantyhose were included, a couple that had open crotches, but most of her hose were either traditional hose supported by garters or thigh-highs with elastic tops.  My wife purchased a wide array of footware.  There were some high boots, some pumps, some open-toed sandals, some more elegant shoes for evening wear.  All had four or five-inch heels.  One pair she obtained at Victoria's had six-inch heels, intended only for slut wear in the bedroom.  

	While all this shopping was in progress, I would sit and watch as she modeled the various outfits seeking my opinion.  Eventually, she stopped asking me verbally.  She just modeled the clothes, turned and bent so I could see everything, and then looked at my bulge.  If I was hard, she bought the outfit; if I wasn't, she didn't.
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	Over the next few months, my wife thoroughly enjoyed her new appearance.  When at the beach, I thought she might be arrested for indecent exposure.  At our office parties, she turned the heads of every man who saw her.  On the drive home from the first such party, Joyce was glowing.  My boss had approached us almost immediately, shook my hand, and then asked, "Who is this stunning lady your have on your arm tonight?"

	"I'm sorry.  I should have introduced you.  I thought you had already met my wife Joyce at the last couple of parties we've had."

	He clearly didn't believe me.  "This is Joyce?!  Come on.  You're kidding me, right?"

	Before I could answer, Joyce moved closer to Fred, put her hand on his shoulder while letting her right breast press against his arm, "Hello, Fred.  I'm delighted to see you again.  It's been awhile, and don't be embarrassed about not recognizing me.  I have lost some weight and I have a new wardrobe.  Like it?"

	Fred's eyes quickly scanned my wife's body encased in the form-fitting sheathe.  He clearly had trouble taking his eyes off Joyce's tits and legs.  Finally. he managed to stammer, "You look fantastic.  I hope you'll save a dance for me tonight."  Joyce gave him a big smile.  
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	A month or so later, a couple we knew well invited us to the party they were having in their home.  We had been to been to Jim and Mary's home many times and they to ours over the past few years.  I anticipated a very relaxed, enjoyable evening.  My wife decided to wear one of her less obscene miniskirts with a tight sweater that showed some of her cleavage.  She obviously wanted the
men a lot less relaxed.  

	It was a fairly large party of about eight or nine couples.  Jim was fixing hamburgers and shrimp on the grill outside.  One of the rooms had been turned into a dance floor with music from their hi-fi set, and there was plenty of wine, beer, and booze.  About 15 minutes after arriving, Jim introduced us to Don and Tracy.  Don 
was a captain in the air force who was on leave to complete his M.S. degree in civil engineering.  He looked every bit the military man that he was at 6'2", about 190 lbs, short cropped blonde hair, handsome face, and a rugged, well-built body.  I could see that my wife was really taken by him.  Tracy was smaller than Joyce, but she too was attractive with an engaging smile.  

	The beer and burgers were great.  Jim had turned on the TV to a football game.  Drinks and conversation was flowing.  I had danced with both Mary and Tracy and was enjoying the evening.  As usual, Joyce was attracting a lot of male attention.  This evening a lot of that attention seemed to be coming from Don.  I had seen them dancing several times, one song after another.  At the moment, I was watching them out on the dance floor.  Don had his hands where they were supposed to be, but he was holding my wife's body tightly against his own.  She was making no objection.  I wondered if Don had an erection.  I knew I would have. 

	I turned my attention to the football game, became interested, and watched it to the end around 11:00 PM.  Stretching my legs, I wandered around looking for my wife.  I didn't have to look far before I saw her dancing with Don again.  I wondered if she had been in his arms all night.  Joyce still had her body pressed tightly against him, but now his hands were lower, much lower, actually cupping her ass.  I felt self-conscious watching them so intently, but I found it impossible to look elsewhere.  I felt my cock getting hard.  

	When the song ended, Don led my wife out the kitchen door that connected to the garage and from there to the back yard since I knew the garage door was open.  After ten minutes, there was still no sign of my wife or Don, so, as discreetly as possible, I went to look for them.  

	There was no one in the garage, so I walked out into the back yard.  The only light came from the house and a distant street lamp.  It was very hard to see anything.  I walked all around the yard, back and front, but failed to locate Joyce and Don.  There was nothing else to do but return to the party and wait.  

	About 15 minutes later, I saw Joyce again.  She was in the kitchen chatting with Mary.  I walked up, smiled, and asked if she was about ready to call it a night.  She nodded, we thanked our hosts for the party, said our goodbyes to everyone, and walked, hand in hand to our car. 

	We drove pretty much in silence all the way home.  When we were finally in our bedroom, I couldn't contain myself any longer.  "Are you OK?  Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?"

	"Of course I'm all right.  Why wouldn't I be?  What happened?  I thought we went to a party at Jim and Mary's."

	I wanted to object to this flippant answer, but thought better of it and simply said, "OK.  I guess I was worried about nothing.  I had a good time.. hope you did to."  I undressed down to my briefs, walked into the bathroom, shaved, and brushed my teeth.  When I returned to our bedroom, Joyce was still fully dressed in her miniskirt, sitting on the side of the bed, unmoving.

	Looking up at me, she said, "I'm sorry.  That was a shitty answer to a very appropriate question.  The truth is that I did some things with Don tonight that I shouldn't have done.."

	"Go on", I urged.

	"Well, you saw how masculine and handsome he is.  He's really a hunk.  Disgustingly chauvinistic and arrogant, but he excited me anyway.  We started dancing almost immediately and I spent a lot of the evening in his arms."

	"I watched the two of you at first.  He seemed to be behaving himself.  His hands were where they was supposed to be and everything."

	"I know, but I couldn't resist pressing my tits and body up against him."

	"He didn't seem to be taking advantage of the situation."

	"That's because you couldn't hear what he was whispering in my ear."  Joyce stopped, looked at me with sad eyes.  "This must be making you furious."

	"You think I'm furious?"  I pulled down my briefs.  My cock was rigid, standing straight up, hard as stone. "I can't explain or understand it, but I can't remember ever being this turned on before.  I'm not hurt, but I am worried about losing you."

	My wife rose, walked over to me, and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue sliding inside.  The kiss lasted almost a minute, her body grinding passionately against my erection the entire time.
"There's no way you will lose me, Honey.  But, I want to tell you the rest." 

	"Ok.  What was he whispering?"

	"Everything you can imagine.  He told me he loved the feel of my big tits against his chest.  He made me tell him how big they are.  He said he liked the way I pressed my body against his and that he intended to have my sexy ass in his hands very soon.  He just kept it up.  The more he talked, the hotter he got me."

	"Did you say anything?"

	"I couldn't resist telling him how wet and hot he was making me.  I asked him how big his cock is.  He told me to guess.  I rubbed my mound against his bulge trying to estimate its size.  It just seemed to go on and on.  I guessed 7 and half inches.  He told me to guess bigger.  I tried 8 inches, then 8 and a half.  When he told me it was a little over 9 inches, my pussy contracted."

	"In between dances, we sat on one of the sofas in the study and teased each other.  He asked what color panties I was wearing, when I told him, he told me to prove it.  I spread my legs and let him see.  After I did that, he made me sit like that.  Wouldn't let me put my legs together.  At one point, he leaned over and said, "I'm going to fuck you."  He didn't say he wanted to fuck me; he said he was going to.  I'm so sorry but I was just helpless."

	"Around 11:00 PM, he got me back on the dance floor, this time with his hands on my ass, pulling my mound against his cock bulge.  I noticed you watching us and felt like I wanted to die and just vanish.  It was obvious what he was doing and I knew that you knew.  Before I could pull away, he led me out the door to the garage."

	"I saw you leaving.  Actually, I was so worried and turned on that I followed you about five minutes later but never could find you."

	"That's because we got into the back of his van and locked the doors.  He got me down on my back, pushed up my sweater and got my tits out of the bra.  He really worked them over.  My pussy was throbbing, and I was moaning so loud, he had to tell me hold it down.  I'm surprised you didn't hear me."

	"I had gotten his pants open and had his cock out.  And gawd!  He wasn't lying about its size.  I couldn't get my hand around it, he's so thick.  He told me to suck it, and I did; at least as much of him as I could stuff into my mouth."

	My cock was jerking in Joyce's hand.  I couldn't resist asking, "How did he fuck you?"

	"That's the weird thing.  He didn't fuck me.  He was hard and wild to get into me.  And god, I wanted it!  Just as he was taking off my panties so he could screw me, a bunch of drunk guys walked by, heard us, and started shaking the van and yelling things like, "I want to fuck her after you finish" and so on.  I got scared and Don lost his erection.  I came back inside just a few minutes later."

	"Anyway, that's the whore story.  I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did and I could have stopped it.  You're just married to a dirty, slutty whore."

	"I am!  And I love it!"  I grabbed my wife, pulled onto the bed fully clothed while I was naked.  "You must be hot as fire.  All that foreplay and then nothing."

	"Ohhh yess...Feel my cunt."

	I felt it.  It actually felt like a wet swamp.  Her vaginal secretions were running down her thighs and ass.  The triangular patch of pubic hair was matted; her labia were swollen and wide open.  I couldn't wait.  Jerking the panties aside, I wedged my body between her thighs.  Joyce grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them high in the air, completely exposing the wet hole.  
My first thrust hit her elevated cunt dead center, the cock immediately ramming into the bottom of her hot pit.  My wife screamed, her orgasm ripping through her vagina in hard spastic contractions.  Moments later, my cum rocketed into her.  

	We lay there panting, our sex organs still quivering.  We didn't bother to uncouple.  A few minutes later, we were fucking again.  Even when we slept that night, my cock stayed deep inside my wife's cunt.  Before morning, I had fucked her five times, and she had cum more times than either of us could count.  I seriously considered sending Don a thank you note.  
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	I didn't see anymore of Don or Tracy for the next few days.  Joyce didn't say anything more about Don.  The following Friday evening after we had had dinner and put the kids to bed, Joyce told me she needed to talk with me.  

	I made coffee and the two of us sat down at the kitchen table with a cup.  I waited to hear what my wife had to say.  She was obviously having a hard time.  Finally, she looked up and said, "Don called me today."

	I shrugged.  "Yes?  What did he want?"

	"He suggested that we go out on a double date tomorrow night, you and I with Don and Tracy.  He said he's already made reservations for four at a very nice restaurant.  He also suggested that after dinner, we go for drinks and dancing at a private club where they're members."

	"How do you feel about this?  Do you want to go?"

	Joyce wrung her hands together, rubbed her forehead, and shook her head.  "There's no point in my lying to you.  Yes, I would like to go.  Don called around 2 PM, and I've been getting more and more excited all day thinking about tomorrow night and what might happen."

	"What might happen?"

	"You know what might happen.  He might fuck me.  He really wants to fuck me."

	"I know.  So do I.  Almost every guy wants you.  You're drop dead gorgeous and incredibly sensuous and sexy.  Ok.  What about the kids?  Where do we meet them?"

	My wife broke into a broad smile.  "I'll take to kids to my parents for the weekend.  Don said he would pick us up around 8 PM."  She moved around the table, pressed her lips to mine in a passionate deep kiss.  "I love you!  You're the most marvelous, stud any woman has ever had for a husband!"

	"Well, thanks, but apparently, I'm not the stud Don is."

	My wife shook her head vigorously, got down on her knees in front of me, took my head between her hands, looked straight into my eyes and said, "Listen to me.  It takes a virile, confident man to indulge his horny wife's fantasies.  You're twice the man and twice the stud Don will ever be.  Now take your slutty wife somewhere and fuck her."

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	The following evening around 7:30 PM, Joyce and I were getting dressed for our evening out.  She was wearing her "My Word" dress.  It hugged every curve.  The plunging neckline revealed a third of her tits including the inside slopes of the large globes.  I didn't think the hemline was more than two inches below the crease where her thighs met met her ass.  She was wearing red, 4-inch spike heels, pure fuck-me shoes.  Hose encased her legs all the way up to the point that they disappeared beneath her dress.  

	"Are you wearing pantyhose", I asked, somewhat surprised?  

	"I have to wear pantyhose with this dress.  Garters would show and so would the elastic tops of thigh-highs."

	"Are you wearing panties?"  
	
	"No.  Do you mind?  It excites me to know that I don't have any on."

	"Well, it's a lot easier to take off panties than it is to get a woman's pantyhose off if you intend to screw her", I laughed.  

	"Why do you think it will be necessary to take off my pantyhose to screw me?"  She pulled up her dress to demonstrate her point.  Her pantyhose were crotchless.  

	"Are you wearing a bra?"

	"A demi-bra.  Doesn't quite cover my nipples but it pushes my tits up nicely, don't you think?"

	I already had a raging erection. 

	Don and Tracy arrived promptly at 8 PM.  We greeted them at the door.  Tracy was wearing a tight skirt that stopped halfway up her thighs.  Her matching blouse was sheer and low cut.  She was showing as much of her breasts as my wife was.  She wore pumps with 4-inch heels.  I wondered what kind of stockings she had on.  

	Tracy smiled at Don and Joyce and said, "I think Carl likes what he sees.  I know Don does."  Both women grinned.  I just nodded, unable to think of a witty retort.  Don was driving a late model buick.  Tracy immediately climbed into the back seat while Don held the front passenger-side door open for my wife.  She slid into the seat not worrying about the fact that her dress pulled high on her thighs, almost exposing her naked pussy.  I had no option but to get into the back seat with Tracy.  

	On the way to the restaurant, I noticed that my wife was sitting close to Don leaving most of the right-hand portion of the front seat empty.  Tracy noticed my concern and moved over to sit close to me.  Leaning close, she whispered, "Relax.  Everything's going to be fine.  Don't worry."

	"It's hard not to", I responded.

	"Your wife will be fine, trust me.  And she's going to love you more than ever tomorrow."
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	Dinner was excellent.  I'm sure the waiter thought Don and Joyce were married while Tracy was my wife.  Joyce had her chair pushed right against Don's and his arm was often out of sight under the table.  I was certain it was on her thighs or even higher.

	After we had finished off the meal with two bottles of wine, we all piled back into Don's car to go to the club.  Again, my wife was practically sitting in Don's lap while I was in the back seat with Tracy.  Tracy's fingers were running up and down my thigh as she pressed her body against mine.  She softly whispered in my ear, "Watch them closely.  Watch Don's right arm and keep your eye on your wife."  Her fingers moved up to my crotch and began to lightly move up and down the length of my dick.   

	My eyes were glued on the couple in the front seat.  Don's arm moved to the right.  There was no doubt that he had his hand on Joyce's leg.  She froze momentarily, then jerked slightly.  I saw her body shifting in the seat a little.  Tracy whispered, "She's spreading her legs now.  See how she is slightly lower in the seat."  Blood surged into my cock.  Tracy sighed when she felt me getting hard under her finger.  

	My wife's body moved even lower as she slid her buttocks forward.  Then her head moved backwards.  It looked like she was staring at the sun visors of the car.  Don's arm slowly began to move in a steady rhythm.  "He's finger fucking her now", Tracy whispered, squeezing my now very hard cock.  "Listen.  You can hear it."

	I could hear it.  Her pussy was so wet I could hear the squishing noises in the back seat.  The noises grew even louder as he pushed his fingers deeper into her pussy.  Joyce's shoulders were now out of sight below the back of the front seat.  She began to moan, louder and louder, as the fingers slid rapidly in and out of her pussy.  Tracy was now stroking my cock through my pants.  "Look at her body hunching.  She may cum soon."

	But just as she sounded like she's going to orgasm, Don suddenly stopped.  "Oh NO.. don't", my wife groaned in frustration.  We watch Don smiling as he put his fingers to his lips, sucked them and smelled the heady aroma of my wife's cunt.  Tracy laughed softly.  "Looks like she's going to wait even longer."  Then she kissed me hard.  
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	The private club was extremely nice.  The subdued lighting on the spacious dance floor added an element of sensuality.  There was a sunken bar so that the heads of the bartenders were just a couple of feet above floor level.  There were tables, spacious couches and love seats.  The music was generally slow to permit close dancing.  Off to one side, there was a game room with darts, a pool table, and some video games.  

	We had been there an hour.  Our table was next to the bar, which made it easy to order drinks.  We had taken full advantage of this, and all of us had had several.  At the moment, Don had my wife out on the dance floor for the fourth or fifth time.  Even in the dim lighting, I could clearly see his hands caressing her ass.  Joyce was grinding her mound against his cock which had to be hard and erect.  

	My own hands were not inactive as they moved between Tracy's wide open thighs.  Her panties were soaked, her pussy even more so.  I had my hand under the sodden crotch band sliding my fingers in and out of her wet hole.  I had quickly found that she had a very large clitoris.  Right now, it was fully erect and protruding well outside its protective hood.  Her hips undulated in the sensuous motions of intercourse.  "Oh Lover.  You're gonna make me cum right here if you keep that up."

	It was now my turn to whisper in Tracy's ear.  "One of the bartenders is looking right between your thighs right now.  He's watching me finger fuck you."  

	She looked toward the bar.  "Oh oh! You're right.  He staring right between my legs."

	"Spread wider.  Let him see you."   I felt her thighs widen even more.  She smiled at the bartender so he would know she was deliberately showing herself to him.  

	"Oh god!  I can almost feel his eyes on my pussy.  I think I'll go to the ladies room and take off my panties", she panted.  

	"No need", I said.  "I'll take them off right her.  Put your legs together and lift your hips."  

	As I slid the flimsy bikini panties down her thighs, she moaned,her mouth opened, and her tongue began flicking over her top lip.  When I had them off, I smelled their musky aroma and laid them on the table in plain sight.  "Now show the nice bartender your naked cunt, Tracy, and don't close your legs."  Her legs opened wide, and the bartender smiled and gave me a thumbs-up sign. 

	Sitting with her legs open, panties off, displaying her cunt for the bartenders and everyone else to see was getting Tracy hotter and hotter.  Her hips began to squirm on her chair, thrusting her sex back and forth.  "Oh you hot Bastard!  Making me sit like this.. OOOOhhhh.."

	She nudged me.  "Look at the dance floor!  Look what Don's doing to Joyce!"

	Don had my wife in the center of dance floor.  He had pulled her short dress high on her hips.  Her very sheer pantyhose concealed nothing.  Her sexy full ass was on display to everyone. We all watched her buttocks flex and thrust against Don's erection in slow, hot fuck motions.  

	My fingers found Tracy's engorged, pulsing clit.  As soon as I rubbed its tip and squeezed the shaft, I felt her juices spurt and her pussy contract.  She clenched her eyes shut as her vagina erupted in orgasm.  Two dozen or so people heard her groan and watched her body hunch on the chair.  When Don saw me making his wife cum in front of everyone, I knew it would soon be Joyce's turn.

	Tracy still had her eyes shut, her pussy still throbbing in the aftermath of her orgasm, so she didn't see her husband turn my wife around and press her ass against his hard cock.  She tilted her head back and let it rest on Don's shoulder.  The crotchless pantyhose exposed the light brown triangle of pubic hair for all to see.  

	Don bent down, her eyes closed as he kissed her.  He whispered in her ear.  In response, Joyce slowly spread her legs exposing the open wet slit.  The "My Word" dress zipped in the back.  With one quick motion, Don lowered the zipper part way loosening the tight bodice of the dress.  He pulled it down baring my wife's tits.  His fingers moved to her clit.  It took him no more than 15 seconds to make her cum.  

	I was certain that the management would, at best, throw us out of the club, or, at worst, have us arrested.  Neither happened.  Several couples came by and thanked us for making their evening hot and enjoyable.  Both Joyce and Tracy were blazing hot.  As soon as they got their clothing back in place, they stood up and said, "Pay the bill!  We're going to the car right now!  If you two aren't there in five minutes, we're going to find some guys who are interested a couple ready and horny married women.  Remember.. five minutes!"  We threw some money on the table, not waiting for any change.  We were at the car in less than three minutes.

	I was hoping that Don didn't crash the car on the drive back to our house.  Both women were moaning.  Tracy was lying on the back seat, her dress up around her waist, frantically rubbing her throbbing clit as my fingers worked in and out of vagina.  All I could see of my wife was her calves and high heels sticking straight up in the air in the front seat.  Don's arm was moving rapidly as he finger fucked her.  Joyce's moans were as loud as Tracy's.   
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	As soon as we were in our house, the four of us raced to the bedrooms.  Don and Tracy took the master bedroom; Tracy and I used the adjacent guest bedroom.  We left the doors open.  

	I couldn't even wait to get Tracy undressed.  I pushed her onto the bed and shoved her skirt up to her waist.  She had not bother to put her panties back on so her naked cunt was totally exposed.  I glued my mouth to it and began stroking her huge clit with my tongue.  It didn't take more than a minute before she began to cum, her vagina opening and closing repeatedly, my cock throbbing every time her hole opened.  

	When her orgasm ebbed, I rose and took off my clothes watching Tracy as she stripped naked, leaving her heels on, of course.  When I moved to mount her, she said, "Wait, lets go watch them.  You can fuck me doggie while we watch."  I couldn't wait.  "Be quiet so we can see how he fucks her and what she does when they don't know we're watching."

	A moment later, we were watching from the dark hallway through their open door.  Tracy got on her hands and knees and arched her hips up so I could get into her pussy.  My cock was hard as stone.  On the first thrust, it easily forced her cunt open and sank all the way into her depths.  

	Joyce was on her hands and knees bending over Don who lay on the bed, his rock-rock, 9" cock jutting straight up to the point it disappeared into my wife's mouth.  He had his eyes closed, his head thrown back as his hips jerked upwards forcing more cock into the hot mouth.  Slowly, my wife began swallowing his hard rod. Down she went, deeper and deeper.  Very quickly, half of the cock disappeared into her mouth hole.  Then two more inches pushed inside her.  I was amazed that she could take so much dick.  Even from where I was, I could see her throat bulging, but she didn't gag a bit.  Joyce was obviously hot to get his cock all the way in. I felt Tracy's cunt throbbing around my hard shaft as I slid it slowly in and out of her.

	Don grunted even louder as his cock sank into Joyce's mouth.  She looked up at him with lusty eyes, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard on the male meat.  He began urging her to suck harder and deeper by running his hands through her hair and guiding her head up and down his spit-soaked length.  She continued to stroke and suck his dick simultaneously with reckless abandon, moaning softly as she bobbed her head up and down, over and over. 
	
	Joyce had one of her hands between her thighs rubbing her clit frantically as Don fucked her mouth.  He held her head steady with his hands and forced the remaining inch and half of cock into my wife's throat.  His balls were against her chin, 9 inches of hard cock buried in her throat.  Joyce suddenly pressed her thighs tightly together around her hand and shuddered in orgasm,continuing to suck his throbbing cock as she came.  	

	She had been sucking him for almost ten minutes before he began to lose control.  Don's grunts became louder; he held my wife by her hair, forcing her downward as he jabbed his dick in and out of her throat.  Joyce was sucking all of him now.  Eight inches of cock would slide out of her mouth.  When just the big head remained inside, she licked all around the cock ridge before driving her head downward to engulf all of his length into her throat, over and over and over.  I shot my first cum load into Tracy just before Don poured his into my wife.  

	Don screamed, "OOOoohhh Baby..HERE IT CUMS!".  The he began to pump his load into her mouth and throat.  She didn't stop for a moment.  I could see my wife's throat working to swallow the massive load.  Joyce got most of it and what ran out the corners of her mouth, she proceeded to scoop up with her fingers and suck into her mouth.  Finally, she released his deflated organ and licked up all of the cum that clung to his dick.   

	While holding his softened cock in her hand, she said, "I've got to have this big fuck stick up my cunt."  With that, she sucked him into mouth again and began blowing him.  Kneeling between his legs, she licked his rod up and down its length.  She repeated this, sometimes sliding her tongue around the cock ridge below the big mushroom head.  Don's cock began to harden, and he again began to grunt with male pleasure.  I saw my wife push her hand beneath his buttocks.  He thrust upward when her finger entered his ass. Moments later, his dick was throbbing and jerking as it was sucked.  Watching her suck was so erotic, that my cock was hard inside Tracy even before Don got hard.  

	Don pulled my wife upward.  She continued to jerk his cock as he kissed her passionately, her mouth opening wide to receive his tongue.  He rolled her over onto her back and began to kiss his way down to her firm breasts sucking in her hard nipples.  Now female moans of passion filled the room.  His mouth went lower to her bush.  Joyce threw her hips into the air and held them there.
His lips and tongue roamed over her inner thighs.  She spread her legs as wide possible, put her hands beneath her ass pushed upward to present her sex to her lover.  His tongue sank into her hole.  Her cunt throbbed causing a wild shriek of pleasure.  My wife held his head tightly against her pussy, hunching her hips again and again in hot fuck motions.  Don pushed two, then three, fingers into her vagina.  Joyce whined and moaned.  Her vagina contracted in a hard spasm causing her whoosh air.  Her hips hammered above the bed.
	
 	My wife gasped in another orgasm.  Don sucked hard on her clit, and she came again.  We heard him ask, "Are you ready to be fucked?"  I was already ramming his wife hard.  She was having to bite her knuckle to remain quiet.  

	All Joyce could do was babble and moan.  Don moved between her splayed legs.  He placed his cock against her clitoris.  Joyce came again.  Her entire body quivered and shook.  Her lover moved forward on his knees into her saddle.  She bent her legs and pulled them higher to make her cunt a perfect target.  His massive cock was stroked up and down the wet slit while my wife begged him to put it in, to fuck her.  
 
	He tortured her for almost a minute, stroking her pussy and clit with the head of his dick.  She shuddered again.  "I've never seen a woman cum like you do, you hot slut."  That made Joyce quiver even harder.  Finally, she could stand no more.  "Ohhh please, PLEASE!... NO MORE.. PUT IT IN ME..  FUCK ME.. FUCK ME!"  Tracy's cunt erupted again around my cock.  

	Don pushed his hips forward.  My wife jerked sharply when the big head entered.  Slowly, he fucked two inches back and forth in her soaked pussy.  Joyce's moans grew louder and louder. A third inch was pushed into her.  The slow fucking continued.  She begged for more.  He gave her two more inches.  Five inches of hard meat now fucked into and out of my wife.  She was going crazy under him raising her hips to meet his thrusts.  "Oh god, you're sooo damn big!" she moaned.
 
	He continued fucking her, forcing her tight cunt to accommodate his huge cock.  More cock entered her cunt.  Finally his balls were resting on her ass.  She was stuffed full of his giant dick and loved it. 

	Now the real fucking started, first with slow, deep strokes.  She panted, gasped and moaned as the dick pumped in and out of her wet hole.  Her ass wriggled and writhed as she was screwed with longer, faster strokes.  My wife exploded.  I saw her feet and toes arch as she came.  The cock pounded in and out her.  WHOOMPF.. WHOOMPF ... WHOOMPF ... WHOOMPF.  We could hear it thud into the bottom of her vagina every time it rammed into her.  Her legs jerked helplessly in the air.  Another orgasm rocked her.  Her mouth was wide open, her tongue out, gasping, honking in female heat.  Her hands gripped his ass urging him to fuck her harder, deeper.  

	I couldn't hold out any longer.  Thrusting my cock deep inside Tracy's vagina, I felt it hit her cervix and lodge against her womb.  Grinding my pubic bone against her large clit, I felt her convulse again, her cunt erupting around my dick.  She screamed in female heat;  then I grunted in the age old way all males grunt when they're planting seed into a hot female hole.  

	When Joyce and Don heard us cumming, it pushed them both over the edge.  Don's cock thundered in and out of my wife's cunt.  Her tits jerked back and forth on her chest with every stroke.  Saliva ran out the corners of her mouth.  Every time she exploded into another orgasm, she shrieked and moaned.  Her cunt juices were being churned into a thick white froth that coated his cock, her hole, and ran down her ass crack.  
 	
	Now Don could hold back no longer.  He yielded to the throbbing pressure exerted by my wife's tight cunt.  His fuck thrusts became erratic and he plunged as deep as he could into her hot tunnel.  Male grunts filled the air as he filled Joyce's cunt and womb with his load.  She wrapped her legs around him and held him tight while they both came. He continued to pump and shoot into her until he collapsed on Joyce.  

	All of us stayed coupled for a long time, Don's cock deeply embedded inside my wife, mine buried inside his wife.   Ten minutes later, I lifted Tracy to her feet, carried her to the king-sized bed, and laid her beside Joyce.  I moved into Tracy's sex saddle as Don remained in Joyce's.  Both wives lifted and bent their legs at the same time, their heels rising high about the buttocks of the men fucking them.  Four male arms quickly hooked under the four raised female legs and levered them up and back until both female asses were elevated off the bed.  Two wet cunts waited to be fucked.  

	Fifteen minutes and four female orgasms later, the two cunts each received several more jets of hot male semen against their open wombs.
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	There were still several weeks to go before Don finished his present assignment and left.  He fucked my wife constantly, sometimes two or three times a day.  Most of the time, she spent at his place or in a motel with him.  I had fucked Tracy only the one time that we went to the club.  

	When there were only three days left before Don and Tracy left, I was alone in our den watching TV as there was nothing else to do.  I was certain that Don had his cock buried in my wife's cunt somewhere.  I had no idea where they were.  

	The doorbell rang.  When I answered it, Tracy was there, hand on her hip, wearing a slutty whore-like outfit.  The miniskirt didn't cover all of her ass.  Most of her tits, including her nipples were exposed by the top.  The panties she wore were nearly transparent and they were suck out of sight into her cunt slit.  She had on thigh high hose and fuck-me pumps with 5-inch heels.  Bright red gloss covered her lips.  Earrings featuring the male and female symbols with the male arrow piercing the female circle dangled from her earlobes.  She wore no bra.  

	"Aren't you going to invite me in?", she questioned.

	I held the door open, my mouth hanging open.  She walked in, went into the den, sat on the couch, and spread her legs wide open.  She kept them wide open.  "Don has been doing nothing but fucking your wife day and night for weeks..months even.  He hasn't even been in bed with me in two weeks, much less have his cock in my cunt.  As soon as he cleans up, changes clothes, and eats, he's off somewhere to fuck Joyce again.  He's even fucked her in our bed while I'm in the other room listening to your slut wife groaning and begging and screaming."

	I just nodded and stared at the wet cunt in front of me.  She noticed where I was looking and smiled for the first time.  "I hope I look hot enough for you.  I'm so horny I'm about to explode.  I need your cock in me.  Don't worry about Joyce.  When I left the house, she was on her back underneath Don taking his 9 inch dick up her cunt again.  I told her I was coming over here to get you to fuck me.  All she could do was moan and hunch her ass up higher to get my husband's cock deeper inside her gaping, stretched, fucked-out hole."

	Without saying a word, I took off my clothes.  My 7-inch cock was no match for Don's 9", but it was rigid with lust born the knowledge that my wife was constantly getting laid.  I shoved Tracy onto her back on the sofa.  "Shut up!  I don't want to hear another word out of you.  You can moan and grunt and beg, but if you say one more word other than that, I'm going whip your hot ass with this belt.  Understand?  Just shake your head."

	Now it was her mouth hanging open.  She quickly nodded.  "Spread wide open!"  I commanded.  In a flash, she had one leg up on the top of the sofa, the other far out to the side on the floor.  I got between her splayed legs and stared at her cunt.  "Raise your cunt!"  Immediately, she thrust her pussy high and held it there.  I looked at the clock.  It read 9:10 PM.  

	A moment later, I had jerked the crotch of her flimsy panties out of her slit baring her hole and her clit.  She was so hot, her large clitoris was fully erect and protruding from its protective hood.  I began with my tongue licking her juicy slit.  Up and down.. sucking on the lips, probing inside the throbbing, wet hole.  Tracy began to moan.  She moaned louder when the tip of my tongue began flicking over the engorged clit.  "Fuck me first.  I can't wait", she wailed.  I rose, took hold of her ankles and lifted both legs high exposing her nearly naked ass.  "I told you not to speak, Slut!"  The belt descended on her ass.  WHACK!  Then again:  WHACK!
Tracy screamed.  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK.! WHACK!  She was gasping.  "Now again.  Spread Wide Open and keep your fucking mouth shut."

	Tracy's jerked her legs back into their former position and arched her cunt high without being told this time.  Again I lowered my tongue into her wet hole.  This time, the hole immediately began to contract and throb in orgasm.  The whipping had apparently enflamed her even more.  Without giving her time to rest, I sucked her throbbing clit into my mouth hard.  She whined, almost in pain.  My tongue lashed it..up and down the shaft.. again and again.  Another blinding orgasm shot through her causing her vagina to contract in a hard spasm.  The hole closed in a rush, expelling the air within.  A loud WHOOSH was heard.  This happened several more times as her hole continued to expand and contract.  

	I stopped, stood up, and watched the helpless woman jerking in climax.  She moaned again as I ripped off her panties.  I used my tongue to bring Tracy to two more orgasms.  She squirted the second time she came.  

	"Pull your legs back.  Touch your tits with your knees!"  I held up the belt.  She stared at it wide eyed.  A moment later her knees were touching her tits, her hips were elevated, and her cunt was a perfect target.  I looked at the inviting wet hole, opening and closing from her repeated orgasms and slowly drove my cock into her.  Don's wife moaned in rapture as her cunt was filled with male meat for the first time in two weeks.  I held it in deep and felt her pulsing around my shaft.  She begged me with her eyes, afraid to speak for fear of the belt on her now naked ass.  Taking pity on her, I began to fuck in and out of her upturned hole.  After four strokes, she screamed, "OOOHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSS... IM CUMMINGGGG..  FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE".  I gave her what she wanted.  A minute later, Don's wife was cumming again.  I was too hot to last any longer either.  

	"I don't know if you're on the pill or not.  Frankly, I don't give a damn.  I'm going to cum inside your cunt now."  She was a panting bitch in heat as she felt my cock jerking and throbbing filling her with a massive cum load.

	Pulling Tracy to her feet, cum leaking from her pussy, I led her into the master bedroom where I put two pillows beneath her ass and tied her spread-eagled on the bed with some of my neckties.  Her eyes were wide open when she saw me plugging in the electric vibrator.  A moment later, I put its working end right against her huge clit.  Already ultra sensitive from her previous orgasms, the vibrator sent sexual shock waves through her system.  She frantically tried to escape.  No luck.  I held the vibe right on her throbbing clit and a moment later, she began screaming and begging me to stop.  I pressed it against the clit harder, and she exploded, lost control of her bladder, and urinated all over the bed as she groaned in another climax.  

	I gave her no respite.  Her vagina was still convulsing when I rammed my cock back into her.  This time, I pushed two fingers into her anus while I fucked her cunt.  I think she came again, but wasn't sure.  Pulling out, began to lick her pussy again.  When I felt her clit beginning to throb, I mounted her again.  The sensation on my cock as I filled her, was marvelous.  The entire length of her pussy was contracting about my shaft.  This time, I controlled my orgasm and kept fucking her until I felt her throbbing weakly in yet another orgasm.  

	Pulling out, I put the vibrator back on her clit.  She couldn't stand it.  "OOOHHHh NOO..Please Stop.. Let me rest.  You're gonna fuck me to death...  PLEASE", she begged.  

	I untied her and flipped her over onto her belly.  Then I again tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.  Her ass was beautifully elevated by the two pillows under her belly.  At this point, I realized that she still had her tits covered.  So I took a moment to yank down her top.  

	"I remember telling twice not to speak unless it was to moan and grunt when you're cumming or about to cum."  Taking careful aim, the belt cracked smartly across her full fleshy butt.  A bright red streak appeared where the belt had landed.  Tracy cried and moaned as the belt came down again and again until her ass was beet red.  I was about to stop when I saw that between strokes, she was thrusting her ass as high as she could for the next lash of the belt.  It was turning her on.  My cock got rigid with hot lust.  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK.! WHACK!  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK.! WHACK!  I saw her cunt begin to contract in violent spasms as she came.  A continuous low moan that sounded like it was coming from depths of her womb erupted from Tracy.  A huge gush of liquid squirted from the throbbing pussy.  

	Her body was heaving with exertion.  Sweat was running down the sides of her face.  Her back was covered with a sheen of sweat.  I left her lying on the bed tied, gasping, cunt quivering.  When I returned, I began to rub warm oil into her body.  I spread it across her back, down her legs, up her thighs, over her arms, into the crack of her ass, up and down her cuntal slit making her quiver.  Then, I slowly rubbed a soothing ointment over her reddened ass, removing the stinging sensations.  For fifteen minutes, I continued caressing her body, covering it with oil and lotion.  When Tracy began to purr and rotate her hips on the pillows to bring friction against her clitoris, I assisted her by sliding two fingers into her pussy and helping her work her clitoris.  At the same time, two fingers on my other hand worked gently into and out of her asshole.  It took no more than another 5 minutes before my fingers in both holes felt the contractions of her orgasm.  

	By this time, I had three fingers moving in and out her her asshole.   I untied her wrists and ankles.  "Arch your ass higher", I ordered.  She moaned as her hips rose offering me her asshole.  I returned the three fingers to her ass.  As I moved them in and out of her, I put the vibe between the pillows and her clit.  When I turned it on, she moaned loudly and her ass contracted on my fingers.  Another five minutes and she was ready.  Mounting her, I put my cockhead against her asshole and held it there.

	"You may now speak and say whatever you want.  No more belt.  I want to fuck your ass."

	Tracy reached back and pulled her cheeks apart.  "Yes. Please.  Fuck my ass.  Make me cum again."

	I pushed myself into her well lubricated hole.  She moaned softly as it sank out of sight.  And then much louder as I began to fuck her.  A few minutes later, we both came.  The time on the clock was midnight.  

	Later, we were both soaking in the warm whirlpool bath, the water swirling around us.  Tracy was sitting in my lap, my cock pressing against her pussy.  We kept kissing and gently fondling each other.  "That was the hottest, most incredible sex I ever had in my life, Carl.  Your wife is crazy.  Don has a bigger cock but you're ten times the lover he is.  I've never cum like that..just over and over and over."

	"You're not angry because I whipped you with my belt?"

	"At first, I was really scared.  I thought you were furious that Don was fucking your wife so much, but then I realized that you really weren't hitting me very hard.  Just enough to make me feel it and give me an excuse for obeying you and being a complete slut.  I looked before I got in the bath.  There's not a mark on my ass.  Even the redness is gone."

	I kissed her again.  She felt my cock getting harder and squirmed her sexy ass against it.  "You know I had an intense orgasm when you were whipping me, don't you?  I've never felt anything like it.  It felt like my entire body was contracting in one giant orgasm.  And then my sex fluids just gushed out.  That's never happened before.  Hold me tighter, Stud.  Feel me."  She lifted her body, centered her opening right above my erect cock, and dropped down, engulfing me completely within her hot sheathe.

	I caressed every inch of her body, probing into all her secret places, even into her navel, her ears.  I was fully erect and throbbing.  "I've fucked you like a hot whore, just the way you presented yourself at my door earlier.  Now I'm going to take you to bed and make love to you the rest of the night and again tomorrow and for the next three days."

	"Please don't do that", she said.  

	Surprised, I asked, "Why not?"

	"Because I don't want you to spend all the time making love to me.  I want you to spend at least half the time fucking me like a dirty, hot whore."

	That's exactly what I did. 
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	Don and Tracy had been gone for two weeks, and I had to admit I missed them, particularly Tracy.  Actually, I was surprised to realize that I also missed Don.  Every time he fucked Joyce, I got hard, really hard.  With him gone, I missed that erotic experience.

	We had just finished putting the kids to bed, and I settled down to read the evening paper.  The phone rang, and Joyce said, "I'll get it."  I went back to my paper.  Ten minutes later, my wife was still on the phone.  

	After she had hung up, she sat down beside me.  I looked at her, a question written on my face.  "Would you mind taking care of the kids for awhile?"

	"Sure", I said.  "What's going on?"

	"That call was from Andy, Captain Andrew Larsen to be more precise.  He came over to visit Don one evening when I was with him.  Well, apparently Don had told him about us and one thing led to another, and I ended up being fucked by both of that night.  He's told his wife that he's pulled duty at the base tonight.  He wants to see me."

	"Why?"

	My wife stared at me, shook her head, and laughed.  "Well, I'm pretty sure it's because he wants to fuck me again.  Are you Ok with that?  Can I fuck him?"

	"Call Captain Larsen back and tell him you can't because I have to meet a client in a half hour so there's no one to take care of the kids.  Tell him that I won't be back until midnight so if he wants, he can come over here."

	Joyce smiled.  "You want to watch him fucking me don't you?  I knew you and Tracy was spying on Don and I that night we came back here.  You're just a dirty voyeur."

	"I didn't realize that you knew we were watching.  Did it bother you?"

	"Oh gawd NO!  I got twice as hot knowing you were watching and getting off seeing Don fucking me.  How do we work this tonight?"

	"Take your lover into the master bedroom.  I'll put a chair out on the deck and watch from there.  It's dark outside and you won't be able to see me.  Just be certain to leave the blind open and a light on the bedroom.  I'm sure he will want a light so he can see your face and body as he fucks you."

	"What if he notices the open blind?"

	"Tell him to leave it open.  It excites you to think that someone might be watching."
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	An hour later, I was out on the darkened deck staring through the window into our master bedroom.  Captain Andrew Larsen had my wife on the bed.  He had her blouse open and both tits out.  His fingers stroked the turgid nipples while his other hand was under her skirt moving up and down her open thighs.  I could see Joyce's body stiffening with her desire. 

	"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Honey.  You want to feel my cock stuffed into your hot cunt again."  My wife just moaned, her hips moving on the bed.

	Andy lowered his head and covered my wife's lips with his own.  Their mouths were open.  I could see my wife's tongue caressing the one being thrust in and out of her mouth.  Her body responded as his probing tongue sent tremors of sexual excitement through her.  Andy was lying on her, the entire length of his body against hers.  I watched her pelvis grinding against the bulge of Andy's growing cock.  

	He kissed her harder, deeper, making her moan.  Under her skirt, his hand began to caress the cheeks of her fleshy ass, his other hand now squeezing the throbbing, hard nipples.  My wife's body began to shake as the male hands roamed all over her body, touching her tits, her thighs, her hips.  I heard her soft moans of female heat.  The only thoughts in her mind now were centered on his cock and her cunt.  

	I unzipped my pants, struggled to get my cock out it was so hard.  As I watched my wife about to be fucked, I began to jack off.

	Andy's fingers began to remove her skirt, her blouse, and her bra.  All the time her clothes were being removed, his wet active tongue continued to plant kisses on her lips, face, neck, and tits.  A moment later, my wife was naked except for her panties, stockings, garter belt and heels.  The panties were so thin, we could both see her bush.  He moved down, hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband and slowly peeled her panties down her thighs and off.  Her legs immediately spread to give him access. 

	I jerked faster watching his fingers slide into the silken folds of her cunt, moving over the ridges and crevices and then burrowing deeper and finding her engorged throbbing clitoris.  My wife moaned, shivered, and spread her legs wider and raised her hips so he could finger fuck her at will.  Her arms wrapped around his neck as she covered his face with passionate kisses.  

	Andy continued to delve into the moist folds of aroused opening.  His fingers flicked steadily at the throbbing clitoris causing it to swell and enlarge even more.  Joyce groaned from the exquisite pleasure, arched hips higher for him, and pleaded, "Oh Oh Oh OH..  Yes.  Like that.  OOOOHhhhh god...Yesss."

	He leaned over the convulsing female, gazed at her pulsing clitoris, her vagina opening and closing in anticipation.  Using two fingers, he stripped the protective hood of her clit back, exposing it entirely.  It throbbed repeatedly.  Joyce flexed her damp pussy causing the wet vagina to throb and eject her fluids down the crease of her ass.  Male fingers entered her cunt.  She wailed in heat, "AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!"

	She adjusted her body to permit deeper penetration of the plunging fingers.  They sank inward and her hips began to pump up and down against his hand.  Grinding against his hand, Andy dug deeper into her core.  My wife purred and moaned as electric jolts of passion raced through her body.  Her hand flew to her tits, and she began to knead her big globes and squeeze her erect nipples.  

	 She screamed, her cunt erupting in her first orgasm, as she felt his tongue on her clit, licking her, sucking her, making her pulse and throb under his body.  Hurriedly, Andy removed his remaining clothes releasing his huge, blood-engorged penis.  It jerked and throbbed in the air, a thin strand of precum hung from its tip.  

	"I'm going to fuck you now.  Tell me you want me to fuck you."

	"Ohhhh yess... I want you to fuck me", she said through clenched teeth.  Then she snarled at the male on her.  "Get your big cock into my cunt and fuck me like a whore."

	My wife grasped the huge prick and guided it to her wide open, lubricated opening.  She groaned at the first pressure of prick against her cunt.  The gasped as the big mushroom head stretched her open and drove past the cunt lips, through the elastic opening of her tight pussy into the hot folds of vagina.  With a sudden lurch, he ground down into her and buried the entire length to the hilt in her sex tunnel.  My wife grunted in female heat, "UUNNGGHHHHHH".  

	Without hesitation, he slowly pulled his cock outward until only the head was still inside her hole.  Then he jammed it back in again.  "Like it?"

	"Oh yes!  Oh YES!", she moaned, her naked body twitching and writhing beneath his pounding hips.  She hammered her pelvis up against his as his hands sought out the fleshy globes of her butt and pulled her up towards his cock.  Joyce thrust her lust-crazed cunt against his loins, urging him to fuck her harder, faster.  Her legs flew up into the air, the heels pointing at the ceiling.  They jerked and flailed on either side of his skewering rod.  She babbled incoherently from the intense sensation.  Returning thrust for thrust, I watched my wife fucking the man mounted on her.  He rammed into her faster and faster as she squirmed and hunched beneath his body.  

	"Ohhhhh....oooooohhhhhhh... AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGT!!!" she cried as his surging penis filled her insides.  Andy's mouth spread into a ecstatic grin as he felt the wet slippery walls of the impaled woman's cunt enfolding over his throbbing penis, sucking at it, the walls contracting hard against him.  He lifted her hips in an effort to get deeper into her fiery hole.  My wife's body was shaking, trembling every time the male piston slammed into her cunt, mashing her throbbing clitoris beneath the man's driving pubic arch.  In and out.. again and again, Andy withdrew his sex gun from her sheathe only to hammer it back into the bottom of the throbbing hole between my wife's thighs.  I could see Joyce's ass jerking up under him at the hard thudding impact of the cock head against her cervix.  

	Her calves locked hard against his back, her legs locked at the ankles, as she pulled him further into her cunt.  When he withdrew, I could see the mouth of her pussy stretched into a big oval and wrapped snugly around his cock, her vaginal muscles rippling along its hard shaft.  She surged upward, using every muscle to meet the demands of the rutting cock sinking relentlessly in and out of her soaked vagina.  

	"Harder...", my wife begged.  "....More...give me more..harder...MORE..FUCK ME!!"  Andy fucked the wild bitch under him harder as commanded.  

	"Don't stop... don't stop... oohhhh DON'T STOP!!"

	My wife's eyes rolled back, her face contorted with lust, her asshole contracted hard,  her cunt exploded:  "Ohhh God...YES...YES... YESSSSSSSSSSS...  IIIIIMMMMMM  CUMMMMINGGGGG..."

	Andy rammed her like a wild stallion on a mare.  Her heaving breasts mashed against him.  Her cunt milked and throbbed around his cock.  He pumped into her faster and harder, driving through the throbbing pussy.  She screamed obscenities.  I saw his buttocks clenching over and over forcing his huge cum load through his cock tube spewing jet after jet of male seed into her sucking cunt.  I shot a huge cum load all over the deck.  

	Andy stayed until 11:30 when my wife finally reminded him that I would return around midnight and he had to leave.  Before he left, she had sucked him off once, and he had put another load of cum into her cunt while fucking her doggie.  

	For the next six months, Andy and two other air force officers fucked my wife regularly.  I need not have worried about Don's departure.  The air force was ready, willing, and able to fill my wife's gap and carry on in the finest traditions of the U.S. military.  
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