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Help For Those Who Want To Fuck My Wife (M+F, wife, voy)
by PAN HANDLE


   A lot of men admire my wife, hell, more than that really, most men
desire her.  And well they should.  She's that rarest of women, totally
free, and completely independent.  I am married to her, but I don't own
her.  Nor would I ever attempt to restrict her feelings or needs.  I'm
writing this to explain to the many would-be suitors just how to go 
about getting her to do to you what she does best...make you come!

   I guess I should begin with a physical description of my wife. She's
36 years old, just short of 5'6" tall.  Her weight fluctuates between 
120 and 125.  Her measurements are 38-22-36.  The 38 is a double D.  
Starting at the top, she has red hair, sometimes long, sometimes not,
depending on how she feels when she goes to the hairdresser.  Her hair
is very fine, very soft. Red's not what she calls it, she calls it very
light auburn, but to me it's red.

   She has very fair skin.  Of course, when a black man is pounding his
dark cock into her pussy, her skins looks even fairer.  Maybe that's why
she enjoys fucking black men, maybe they just make her look frailer, 
lighter, smaller.  She has the prettiest green eyes you've ever looked 
into.  Her eyelashes are very long, naturally, by the way.  She wears 
very little makeup, unless she's doing it to appear slutty or whorish.
Her back is flawless!  Not a blemish, not a mark!  And it tapers down to
form a heart shaped ass.  From the back, I swear she looks like an erotic
painting.

    But, turning her around, you'll be struck with the full ripeness of her
breasts.  She seldom wears a bra.  She really has no need for one.  Her
breasts literally stick straight out, defying all the laws of gravity.  And
at the end of each of those creamy ripe full tits is a perfect nipple, about
the size of a thirty-eight slug.  And almost as hard!  It drives her crazy
when someone takes the tip of his or her fingernail and runs it into the
ridges on her bullet nips.  I've recently started using nipple clamps on
them.  Should've done that years ago!  She goes absolutely wild when I clamp
down on her extended nipples.  It's almost as if I'd turned a sprocket on in
her cunt.  Clamps on, pussy wet!

    Speaking of her pussy, it's a delight to look at, and an absolute treat
to fuck.  Many a man has told me that he cannot believe how tight my wife's
cunt is.  No matter how many men have pushed their way into my wife's pussy,
it still remains one of the tightest, hottest cunts I've ever fucked.  You'll
see what I mean if you ever get the opportunity to fuck her.  She usually
trims her pubic area to the point that it's really more like pubic down than
pubic hair.  Recently, she shaved it completely bare, for a special night we
had a few weeks ago, and as of right now, she's keeping it shaved smooth.

    Her clit is something else.  Always easy to find, now, without any
covering for protection, it sticks out like a baby penis.  She loves to have
it sucked on, licked and kissed.  I came home one afternoon this summer to
find her spread eagle, tied to all four corners of the bed, and laying in a
pool of her own come, mixed with the sperm of some kind donor.  It seems the
man in question had tied her up and spent most of the afternoon just licking
her clit, making her come literally dozens of times.  He never did actually
fuck her.  She told me he started to, he was presenting his cock in front of
her drenched cunt, ready to screw her brains out, but as soon as his cock
touched her hot pussy, he exploded!  She says she called him a bastard for
doing that, for coming without fucking her, and as a retaliation, he'd left
her tied up.  She told me he said to her, "Fine, bitch.  See how your husband
likes finding you tied up like this.  Wish I could stay to hear what you tell
him about the cum I've left in your bush!"

    What he didn't know was that my reaction was to lick her clean and then
fuck her myself.  Three times!

    But back to my description of my wife.  Her legs seem a lot longer than
they are.  I guess that's because she usually ends up with them over the
man's shoulders while he fucks her.  They are slim, firm, and very fair in
color.  Kristi isn't one to spend a lot of time sunning herself.  She has
dainty little feet, and they have a very pronounced arch to them, I'm sure as
a result of wearing heels all the time.  Even her slippers have heels.  She's
rather vain about her legs, and feels that pumps tend to shape her calfs, as
if they need any more shape.

    So now you should have a pretty good idea of what she looks like.  If I
had to say she looked like "somebody", I guess she's close in looks to
Ann-Margaret, when Ann was Kristi's age.  Yeah, I fuck a good looking woman.

    But there's more to a woman than how she looks.  We've all seen good
looking women who look fuckable, but wouldn't give us a tumble.  That's
another nice thing about my wife.  Almost anybody can fuck her if they know
how to turn her on.  I've seen her fuck guys that haven't gotten lucky in the
last ten years, let alone ever had a woman like my wife.  And it's not just a
charity fuck, either.  Kristi won't fuck any man that doesn't turn her on,
but looks aren't the determining factor.  Oddly enough, I've seen her turn
down guys who could have passed for movie stars, and ended up sucking the
cock of a guy who looked like he just graduated from Geek High!

    Before you can fuck my wife's pussy, you've got to fuck her mind!  That's
it pretty much in a nut shell.  She responds to men with a sense of humor, to
men who are well read, men who can carry on a conversation.  Though she is a
professor in a major university, she's not hung up on the brainy type.  A few
weeks ago, I watched a man fuck her ass, while he held on to her by her tits.
Trust me when I tell you this, this guy was no rocket scientist.  He wasn't
even good looking.  But he treated her the way she needed to be treated at
that moment.  At that moment, she needed to be fucked by a man who knew how
to take her, knew how to make her react to him.  It's ironic that he was ass
fucking her.  He's a plumber.

    That's another interesting facet of my wife's personality.  I've seen her
suck the cock of a United States Senator, many doctors, lawyers, and of
course other teaching professionals, as well as bikers, plumbers, gardeners,
(I don't think we've ever had a gardener that didn't soon find out that one
of his patches to tend was that patch between her legs) as well as delivery
boys, hitchhikers, and an occasional man of the cloth.  In other words, she's
an equal opportunity fucker.  Color, race, religion, national origin, and
political leanings never keep my wife from enjoying any man she wants.

    Some men can't understand how I can watch her fuck all these guys.  And I
can't explain it.  All I can tell you that if you want to stick it in my
wife's mouth, pussy or ass, I won't interfere, and in most cases, I'll help.
I guess you might say I believe in sharing.

    We didn't always swing.  In the beginning, I was like most husbands,
excited by my wife's intoxicating ways, proud that men found my wife exciting
to talk to, to dance with, to cop quick feels on the dance floor.  But unlike
other men, I didn't feel any jealousy when someone came on to Kristi.  I knew
then, as I know now, that no one can take her away from me, no one can fuck
her better than I can, cause no one knows her better than me.  I understand
what makes her tick, what heats her pussy past the boiling point.

    And I'm going to share some of those things with you now.  Course, I'm
not going to share all of them with you, just some of them.  Why?  Because I
want her to enjoy herself and she can't if she can't find someone to play
with.  Here lately, she's really gotten off on compusex, but her one
complaint is that men on the other end of a computer screen can't see her,
can't decipher her body language to the point that they know what she
likes...what she needs.  So for the next few minutes, I'm going to take you
on a trip through Kristiland.  Buckle up, boys and girls, cause when I'm
through, you'll know how to make my wife lift her skirt and offer you her
pussy...anywhere...and anytime!

    Fucking her in public

    She's very fond of public fucking.  I don't mean in the center court of
the mall, (though she did that once, with a security guard at three in the
morning) but when I say public fucking, I mean somewhere where she is
vulnerable.  She enjoys the idea of fucking or sucking a cock she's just met
in a place where she could be discovered.  For example, she recently sat on a
bench in the mall, her hands concealed by her raincoat, and jacked off a man
who was sitting there waiting for his wife to finish shopping.  I knew what
she was doing.  I could see the almost motionless action of her hands under
the coat, and I could tell by the way the man was struggling to not reveal
his physical release that he was coming on my wife's hand, under her coat.

    Just after I was sure he'd come in my wife's hand, I saw her lean toward
him and whisper something in his ear.  Then I saw a panicked look cross his
face, as his hands dove under the coat with my wife's.  I asked her what she
had said to him to cause such a reaction, and she told me.

    "I had his cock outside his pants, and had just milked it for all it had.
What I said to him was, 'Sweetie, in three seconds I'm going to stand up, and
take my coat with me.' He realized he'd be sitting there with his dick
sticking straight into the air, and he was scrambling to put it back in his
pants before I stood up."

    He must have succeeded, because when he got up, he looked pretty normal
to me.  Of course, she had come dripping from her hand.  We walked toward the
restroom, her right hand at her side, obvious to anyone who looked at it that
the substance covering it could only be one thing!  She wasn't through yet.
When we got to the rest room area, there was a door to the women's room and a
door to the men's room.  Without missing a beat, she walked right into the
men's room, and washed her hands in there.  I still hung back a bit, watching
her from about twenty feet.  When she went in the men's room, I waited
outside the door for about three minutes.

    I knew she'd had plenty of time to wash her hands, so something else must
have detained her.  Finally, my curiosity had become aroused, (as well as my
cock) and I walked into the restroom she'd entered.  I knew the minute I
opened the door what was happening.  As I rounded the corner to the area that
the urinals are in, I heard someone saying, "That's it, bitch!  Suck it all!"
I knew my darling was at it again!  And I was right.  I found my wife, on her
knees, with a cock in her mouth, sucking as if she'd just discovered dicks.
Standing next to the man who was receiving a great blow job was his friend,
his cock also out, and rubbing it against my wife's left cheek, as if to
hurry her along, as if to remind her that his cock needed attention also.

    The man waiting his turn looked at me, and back down at my wife as she
sucked the other man's cock with obvious urgency.  He didn't know what to
say, and of course, he had no way of knowing that was my wife he was rubbing
his cock against.  I just shrugged my shoulder and walked over to the urinal,
as if I'd come in to take a piss.  Of course, with the hard on I was
sporting, what with the combination of knowing she'd just jacked a guy off,
and now, watching her sucking this stranger's cock, with another waiting,
made pissing impossible.  So after standing there a minute, and listening
over my shoulder to the man is my wife's mouth start to groan, I turned, my
cock still in my hand, and asked the waiting man, "Is she your's, or can I
have a turn too?"

    "She ain't mine, man.  I don't care what you do to her, but my dick's
next.  You can have her after me."

    I continued with my questioning as if I had no idea who or why this knock
out looking redhead was on the floor of a men's restroom sucking cock.  I
asked him another question.

    "Will she fuck me...or is she strictly a cocksucker?"

    "Fuck man, I don't know.  I just finished taking a leak and turned around
and she was blowing this guy.  He told me I could have her next.  You want
her, wait your turn, and as far as I'm concerned you can do whatever you
want."

    I couldn't help myself.  I reached down to my wife's top and undid the
buttons on her shirt.  With the shirt open, her tits were now visible to
whoever wanted to look.  I commented to the guy waiting his turn.

    "No sense keeping those hooters covered up.  She doesn't seem to mind
showing them off, does she?"

    "Fuck, man, I don't think this bitch cares who sees what, or who does
what.  I'm thinking of fucking her myself."

    At that moment, the guy in her mouth came, and as he did, Kristi started
swallowing.  Now I know my wife's capacity for sucking cock and swallowing
come.  She could have easily handled this guy's discharge, but instead of
swallowing it all, she let some of it slide out the side of her mouth, and
drip down on her chest, sliding down her breast, and finally stopping on her
hard nipple.  She scooped it up with her finger, and after releasing the
stranger's cock from her mouth, put the come coated finger in her mouth,
licking it lewdly in front to the three of us.

    Looking up, she spoke to no one in particular.  "Now, who is it that
want's to fuck me?"

    Suddenly the other guy lost his nerve.  His cock seemed to shrivel right
in his hand.  He looked at me and gestured with a nod, "I think he said he
wanted to fuck you, ma'am." He meant me, of course.

    Standing up, Kristi didn't button her shirt.  Instead, she lifted the
front of her skirt, revealing her pantiless pussy to the three of us.
Sliding her finger across her clit, it was obvious to all of us that she was
a bitch in heat.  Looking at me, she asked, "You want some of this, lover?
You want to put that big cock inside my hot little pussy?"

    She reached over to me, taking my cock in her hand, and led me to an
empty stall, the one reserved for handicap people.  She moved me toward the
seat, and gently guided me to a sitting position.  Turning her back to me,
she lifted the back of her skirt, and slowly sank down on my erect cock.  I
felt the soft wetness of her heated cunt as it settled down over my hard
dick.  She did all this without closing the door to the stall, and all under
the watchful eyes of the other two men.  As we developed a rhythm of fucking,
she crooked her finger at the other man, the man who was waiting his turn to
fuck her mouth.  "Come on over here, sweetie.  I can do you while I fuck this
guy.  Come on.  Bring that big cock to Kristi!"

    He didn't need to be told twice.  As my cock sawed in and out of my
wife's pussy, the second man, the man who'd told me he didn't care what I did
with "the bitch," placed his dick inside my wife's mouth.  He came before I
did!  Within a few thrusts, he was pouring his come inside my wife's mouth,
and she swallowed every drop.  Knowing that this was happening caused my own
orgasm to begin.  As my wife's cunt contracted around the base of my dick, I
started shooting my passion inside her pussy.  It was incredibly hot!  I had
my hands on her tits, kneading them, making the nipples stand out like little
bullets, (hence the name, bullet nips) and all the while, she was sucking
another man's cock while mine shot it's load inside her.

    After I was done, she stood back up, took a wad of paper off the roll,
and placed it between her legs.  Then she withdrew a pair of panties from her
purse and stepped into them.  Still without speaking, she closed her shirt,
buttoning up about half the buttons.  She walked past the three of us, her
high heels clicking on the tile, and stopped for a moment in front of the
mirror, checking her makeup.  She took a tube of lipstick out of her purse,
dabbed in on her lips, lips that had already closed around two strange dicks
in the last fifteen minutes, and then, almost as an afterthought, she used
her lipstick to write something on the mirror.  Closing her lipstick tube,
she dropped it back in her purse, and walked out the door, leaving the three
of us with our dicks outside our pants, standing (with me sitting) in a
public restroom.  I pulled my pants back up, tucking my cock away for now,
and started out the door.  I stopped only long enough to read the note my
wife had left on the mirror.  It read, "See you at home.  Thanks."

    So you see, one of the things she craves is excitement mixed with danger.
In the second part of this little expose, I'll tell you more about her need
to be humiliated, to be used, and how much she enjoys a man making her do
things that "nice girls" would do.

    Part II

    In a previous story I started to explain the different things men need to
know in order to successfully fuck my wife.  That story concentrated on the
aspect of danger that Kristi finds so exciting.  Now I want to explain how
humiliation plays a part in her sexual adventures.

    I should begin by explaining the nature of my wife.  She is a very
dominate woman, heads a very influential department where she teaches, and is
a strong factor in state politics.  She is anything but a wimp.  I have seen
her win victories over tough political adversaries, and have witnessed her
ruin the plans of men who thought she was merely an ordinary woman.

    She is in short a woman to be reckoned with.  It is for this reason that
when it comes to her darker side, her sexual needs often include domination
by a man, or men, who treat her as if she were nothing more than a common
whore off the streets.  I came to realize this need rather slowly in our
relationship, but once I grasped the depth of this passion, I have learned to
use it to our mutual satisfaction.

    Kristi the Slave

    Very often, Kristi will make a wager with me, usually over a sporting
event, or an election.  Since neither of us have any real need to pass money
between us, after all, what's mine is hers and what's hers is hers, there
isn't any real thrill in betting cash.  So instead of monetary wagers, we bet
slave hours.  A slave hour is an hour spent in total slavery to the other.

    Hours can be accumulated.  For example, as I write this story, Kristi
owes me six slave hours, because of the Dallas- Washington Football game.
Next week, I'll bet those six hours against six more on the Buffalo game.
Sometimes we bet even, sometimes we negotiate odds.  Now the kicker is this.
At anytime, anyplace, on any occasion, the person who is owed the hours can
demand payment, either in part or in full.  And under no conditions can the
debtor refuse to settle.  This is the proviso that makes the slave hours so
exciting.

    Some of the hottest things we've done are a direct result of one of us
collecting a slave hour.  Let me give you an example.  Recently, Kristi lost
twelve slave hours on a bet over the Texas Rangers.  She already owed me
thirty hours from previous bets, bringing her up to forty-two slave hours.  I
decided to clear the slate over a weekend.  We had to fly to Miami for
business, and I felt that weekend would do nicely.  We no sooner checked into
our hotel that I announced my intention.  From that moment until our plane
landed back in Dallas, she would be my slave, for any sexual delight I could
think of.  She tried to protest, but knew there was no point.  I had the time
coming...and I wanted to spend it then!

    As we checked into the hotel, I smiled to myself, because even thinking
about collecting on my slave time gave my cock a new lease on life.  I didn't
say anything to Kristi as we rode the elevator to our floor, along with the
bell boy.  And indeed he was just a boy, not much older than eighteen, if
that.  I didn't say anything as the boy let us into the room, and started
opening the curtains, adjusting the air and the other sundry things all bell
hops do.  I asked him to get some ice for us, and he of course said, "Right
away, sir."

    The instant he was out of the room, getting the ice for me, I turned to
Kristi and simply said, "Strip.  Now."

    There was no discussion.  She knew why I'd ordered her to take off her
clothes.  I didn't join her, but rather sat down in one of the two chairs
facing the front door of the suite.  She was soon almost naked, standing
there wearing her heels, her hose, and her teddy.  Without hesitation, she
reached between her legs and released the snaps that held the light blue
teddy closed.  Once loosened, she lifted it off her body, over her head.  At
that moment, the bell boy returned.  My wife was wearing only her high heels
and her stockings...no panties...and of course, no bra.  I ordered her to
freeze.  She stopped moving entirely.  If it wasn't for her firm flesh and
pink color, you might have thought she was a mannequin.

    Of course most mannequins don't have hard nipples...or wetness forming
between their legs as Kristi did at that moment.  I walked past her and
opened the door.

    "Just put it on the dresser." I said to the bellman.  He walked past me,
and as incredible as it seems, almost bumped into my wife, who's back was to
him as he advanced into the room.  His reaction to discovering her was almost
comical.  He did the perfect double take, looking at her, looking away and
then, as what he'd seen registered on his mind, he jerked his head back and
looked at her again.  By this time he was standing within inches of her, and
she simply stood there, totally silent, and totally motionless.  Eyes open,
she looked straight ahead.  I thought he'd swallowed his tongue.

    "Something wrong?" I asked him.

    "Oh, no.  No, sir.  I didn't mean to interrupt...I mean...I didn't know
she was fucked...a...naked...I...I...  ah..."

    "It's okay.  It's her way of relaxing.  She's put herself in a trance.
She's not even aware you're in here."

    Of course that was a lie, but it seemed plausable at the time.

    "You mean she's not conscious?" He asked in a low voice.

    "Well, not like we are right now," I replied.

    "Shit!  How'd she do that?" Then as an afterthought, he added, "Why'd she
do that?"

    "Oh, you know how these women are."

    "She really doesn't know I'm here?"

    "Nope.  Want proof?  Touch her."

    "Touch her?"

    "Sure.  Go ahead.  Touch her."

    He was certainly the timid type.  Slowly he reached his hand out, and
gently pushed the skin on her forearm.  He pulled back his hand and just
looked bewildered.

    "I guess she can't tell I'm touching her.  I'll be damned!"

    "You don't have to just touch her arm.  Feel of her.  You can touch her
anywhere you want."

    He looked even more confused.

    "You don't care if I touch her...anywhere?"

    "Feel free." No pun intended.

    Kristi played the part perfectly.  As the man reached out again, this
time to touch her breast, he gently ran his finger across the top of her left
breast.  Still not what I had in mind.  Of course, Kristi's 38DD's are a bit
intimidating.  They are firm, yet soft.  They do not sag, nor droop, but hang
on her chest like proud medals of honor.

    "Feel her nipples," I suggested.

    "Her nipples?"

    "Her nipples," I repeated.  I started to tell him they were at the end of
her breasts, but I guess his hesitancy was normal under the circumstances.

    Again his hand reached out and this time, he traced his finger over the
hard bullet shaped nipple that adorns my wife's breast.  Taking a bolder
stand, he began to twist it, gently of course, and pull on it.  I watched my
wife's face.  Nothing.  It was almost as if she really was in a trance!

    "Shit, mister, that feels so good!" He was licking his lips.  "Can I
touch her...her..."

    I knew what he wanted.

    "Sure.  Go ahead!  She won't mind."

    He lowered his hand to the top of Kristi's bush.  I had taken my seat in
front of her, looking at her, as this shy bell hop started to slide his
finger down, into her closely cropped pussy hair, closing in on her clitoris,
which was hard and visible to me even at five feet away.  His finger ran
across it, and in his inexperience, he didn't realize what he'd touched.  I
was watching her eyes, and could see a momentary flicker of pleasure cross
her face.  Kristi and I have been married almost ten years.  I know her
better than anyone else, and I would gladly have bet the farm that her pussy
was already juicy and hot from the last few minutes of exposure to this
stranger.

    The man's hand found my wife's pussy, and he continued to stroke it, to
feel it's fullness, it's silky puffiness, it's heat!

    "Shit!  She's hot!  You sure she can't feel any of this?"

    "Not a thing.  Go ahead.  Feel it to your heart's content.  I don't mind,
and she certainly can't object."

    I wasn't sure just how far he'd go, but it didn't matter.  I was prepared
to let him have his way with her body.  And I guess I underestimated him.
Without further encouragement from me, I watched as his hand continued down
her pussy, rounding under it and then, watched as he ran his finger inside
her!  I thought the jig would be up now.  But drawing from a reserve of
control I didn't know she possessed, I watched my wife stand in front of the
man who was poking her pussy with his middle finger, and look straight ahead,
not acknowledge his intrusion into her cunt.

    The boy pulled his finger out of her, and even from where I was sitting,
I could see it was coated with my wife's pussy juice.  He raised his finger
to his nose, and inhaled deeply.  I expected him to lick it clean, but
instead, he smeared it over her now straining nipple, using the same motion
you'd use if you were trying to get the last bit of paint out of a brush.

    "She's so wet.  Is she always like that?"

    "Yeah, most of the time.  Sorry she's in an upright position, or I'd let
you fuck her."

    "Really?  You'd let me fuck her?"

    "Sure.  What's the harm?  She'd never know."

    "Shit.  I'm so fucking hard!  I'd give anything to come in her."

    I thought about what he'd said.  But there was no way he could get his
cock inside her in this position.  I looked at her eyes, and I could see that
she was hot, but determined to play the part to the end.

    "Tell you what.  Let's move her to the bed.  If she wakes up, you scoot
out the door pronto, but if she stays in her trance, you can fuck her.  Want
to try?"

    "Fuck yes.  How do we move her?"

    "Just let me do it." With that, I picked her up and carried her to the
edge of the bed.  I laid her down, and scooted her up on the mattress.  As I
laid her down, my head against hers, I felt her tongue flick out of her mouth
and lick the inside of my ear.  She'd done it so quickly, I knew the other
man didn't see it, but I felt it, and knew she was okay with this charade.

    I spread my wife's legs wide, and lifted them into a bent position.
While I had her in this position, I dipped my finger inside her cunt.
Judging from the degree of moisture and heat I encountered, I knew she was
definitely receptive to a hard fucking now.

    "There you go.  She's ready for it."

    "You mean ready for me to fuck her?"

    "Yeah.  Go ahead.  Put it in her."

    "Now?  In front of you?"

    "Of course in front of me.  You don't think I would leave my wife alone
at a time like this, do you?"

    "Well, no, but...I've never...I don't know if I..."

    "Hey, pal, it's up to you.  You want to fuck her...go ahead.  If you
don't, move over, cause I think I will."

    With that, I started to unbuckle my own pants.  Dropping them to the
floor, the bellman was faced with an instant decision.  Either he was going
to fuck my wife while I watched, or I would fuck her while he watched.  I
didn't care which, and I knew Kristi didn't either.  She was waiting for a
hard cock to push inside her pussy.  The bell boy looked once more at me and
said, "No, I'll do it."

    He had his pants open, and his hard cock sticking straight out.  Working
it a few times in his hands, he closed the few inches between his cock head
and my wife's open pussy, and without fanfare, started pushing what I judged
to be his eight inch hard cock inside her.  She gasped once as he entered
her, and he froze in her tracks when she did that.

    "Is she waking up?"

    "No, she's just responding to your cock.  Go ahead, fuck her!"

    He needed no further encouragement.  He worked his cock inside her cunt,
pushing in, pulling out, faster and deeper.  I watched as my wife's pussy
sucked at this strange boy's cock meat, slicking the shaft with her love
juice, until it was his turn to freeze.  Pushing his cock as far as he could
inside my wife's cunt, he released his load deep in her pussy!  As he
convulsed time after time, squirting his love juice inside her, I could see
her beginning to feel the sexual tension he was releasing inside her cunt.
Her toes were curling and her arms became rigid, and I knew she was stiffling
her own climax.  Almost as soon as he had pumped his load inside her body,
the kid withdrew his cock from my wife's pussy.

    "FUCK!  She's tight!  She's a great fuck!  You're a lucky guy!"

    "Thanks, and I'm sure she'd thank you if she could.  But you'd better get
dressed before she wakes up."

    "What about her pussy?  You want me to clean it up?  She's going to know
she got fucked.  I left a lot of stuff in her."

    That was an understatement.  As we stood there, my wife's legs still in
the position I'd arranged them, we both watched as his cum started to leak
out of her pussy hole.

    "Don't worry.  I'll tell her I fucked her."

    "Good thinking."

    He was dressed and out the door before I remembered I hadn't tipped him.
Well, no matter.  I'm sure he didn't mind.  As the door closed behind him, I
looked back at my wife's naked body.  She still hadn't moved.  What a good
slave.  I had told her to freeze, and she had.  And she wouldn't move till I
told her she could.  Well, there was no sense in wasting a perfectly good
pussy.  And I was awfully hard after watching the other man fuck her.
Walking over to her as she laid on the bed, I crawled between her legs and
pushed my cock inside her slick, just fucked hot juicy pussy.  Then I said
the words that guaranteed my own orgasm.  I said, "Fuck me."

    And she did!

    The rest of the weekend was spent in similar situations, with my wife
never knowing when or where I'd give her body to a total stranger to fuck and
use however I saw fit.  The bell boy, by the way, happened to be on the
elevator later that night when Kristi and I were both riding it to the lobby.
He smiled at her, and she at him, but if you hadn't been inside our room that
afternoon, you'd never have known this boy had sprayed the inside of my
wife's cunt with his hot jism.  And she never let on that even she knew about
it.  What a great fuck she is!

    In the next episode, I'll show you how Kristi is able to use slave hours
that she wins to humiliate me as well as get herself off!

    Part III

    In the last two stories, I told you some of the things that turns my wife
on, and how I use those things to fuck her whenever and wherever I wish.  A
lot of men envy me, saying that their wives won't fulfill any fantasies for
them, yet Kristi seems intent on seeing me totally happy.  Well, that's true,
but there's another side to this arrangement as well, and this episode of the
Fuck Her series is dedicated to that aspect.

    Sometimes it's not always me who gets to call the shots.

    As I mentioned in the previous episode, Kristi and I are inclined to make
wagers between ourselves, wagers which do not involve money.  We bet slave
hours, that is to say, we will bet three slave hours on a football game, or a
hockey event, and the loser will pay the bet off by being a total slave for
however many hours she (or he) has lost.  This slavery is redeemable in any
form of sexual activity the winner chooses, and often it involves humiliation
and degradation, such as the time I ordered Kristi to show her pussy to a
woman in an elevator, or to ask a carriage driver in New York if she could
touch his horse's cock.

    But sometimes it works the other way.  Sometimes it's me who has to pay
off the debt.  About four weeks ago, such a situation came to pass.  I'd
wagered (badly) on the outcome of a football game, and owed Kristi eight
slave hours.  The game was over by six that evening, and she said she wanted
to collect that night.  A deals a deal...so I agreed.

    It started off simple enough.  She told me to shower and get dressed to
go out.  She told me what to wear, which shirt, which pair of slacks.  (I
should have been suspicious when she specified my navy colored briefs and tan
dockers.) I was ready to go in about a half hour.  She hadn't wasted the time
either, because when I called for her to come down stairs, I was pleasantly
surprised by how she was dressed as well.

    Kristi had changed into a silk dress I'd bought her in Europe.  It was
French cut, very stylish, but at least one size to small.  Her regular size
is a 7-8.  this was a 5-6.  But it fit her very well.  In fact, so well did
it cover her body, that every aspect of her very hot figure was accented,
including her 38DD breasts.  She was wearing nothing under the dress, except
a pair of thigh high stockings.  I wasn't sure, but it almost seemed like I
could make out the shape of her pussy from the way she stood on the
stairwell.

    It was obvious that I was impressed with what I was looking at.

    "You like?", she asked turning half way around.

    "I like a lot!" I answered.

    "I decided not to wear a bra tonight.  It's so nice out, and this dress
is so tight!  Can you tell I'm braless?"

    "No, not really," I lied.

    "Oh.  Well..." with that she moved her hands to cover her breasts and
squeezed her two nipples through the fabric.  They immediately responded by
growing another half inch in length.  "How about now?"

    It was incredible.  She'd made her nipples poke out to such an obvious
degree that a dead blind man would have taken notice of them.

    "Yes.  Now I can tell you're braless."

    "Are you wearing the navy underwear I told you to wear?"

    "Yeah.  Ya wanna see 'em?"

    She came down the stairs without a word, and I swear, she seemed to float
over to me.  Without speaking, she cupped her palm and rubbed it across my
crotch area.  My hard cock instantly sprang to attention.  For the moment, I
thought perhaps I was about to get one of her world famous blow jobs.  But
that wasn't the case.  Instead she merely continued to jerk my dick through
the fabric of my pants.  I could feel myself getting very excited.

    As suddenly as she started, she stopped.  "It wouldn't do for you to come
just yet, would it, sweetie?  I have a special surprise for you tonight."

    Somehow the idea that she'd been planning something didn't seem to make
me feel any better.  The last time we'd had an evening of debt paying it had
been her who paid, and I was the collector.  I must admit I made her do some
pretty outrageous things that night, and now it was pay back time.  I could
be in a world of hurt.

    As we walked to the car, Kristi tapped me on the shoulder.  "I'll drive."
It was her night, what could I say.

    "Okay," was my only answer.

    Once we were backing out the drive, she looked at her watch.

    "Seven O'clock.  You're mine till three in the morning.  Try to remember
that."

    "I'll remember."

    "I'll remember, Ma'am!"

    I was starting to get the drift of how this evening would be.  "I'll
remember, Ma'am," I repeated softly.


    ii

    Kristi handled her German convertible like she handles everything else,
with confidence and skill.  As we tooled down the interstate that connects
our city with the place we were going, I marveled at the absolute beauty and
grace my wife possesses.  She's a natural red-head, both above and below the
waist.  Her figure is every bit as good now as it was when we met ten years
ago, and if it's possible, she looks even younger than her thirty-six years
would expect.  She's well educated, very witty, and very exciting.  I cannot
imagine a more vibrant, sexier wrench than my wife.

    I hadn't said a word since the initial exchange on the driveway.  I knew
the mood she was trying to maintain, and didn't want to do anything to put a
damper on it.  I waited for her to resume the conversation.  Finally, she
did.

    "Is your cock hard?"

    "Right now, Ma'am?"

    "Of course, right now."

    "No, Ma'am."

    She didn't reply.  Instead she pulled the car out of the right hand lane
into the fast lane and sped up.  Within seconds she was approaching a
semi-truck.  As we pulled along side it, Kristi slipped her dress higher up
her legs, exposing the skin above her thigh highs.  I watched as she
unbuttoned the top of her dress, loosening three buttons, and exposing her
breasts almost to the nipples, which by now were quite obviously erect.  So
was my cock.  Watching my wife prepare to expose herself to a truck driver
was making me very hard indeed.

    As she pulled along side his window, she spoke to me.  "Take out your
cock."

    "Now?"

    "Of course, now!  Do it!"

    Within seconds, my zipper was down, and I was holding in my hand the
object of our mutual joy.  She pushed my hands away from it, replacing it
with her own right hand, stroking it, making it as hard as steel!  As she
came level with the trucker, he looked out his window into the convertible
next to him and was rewarded with the view of my lovely red-headed wife's
nearly naked body, and her hand pumping my nine inch cock with all the
casualness of a mother petting her baby's head.

    "He's watching me jack you off, you know."

    "Yes.  I know."

    Kristi dug her nails into the stiff flesh of my cock.  Dug them in HARD!

    "Did you forget who you're talking to?"

    Shit!  She really hurt me!  I responded quickly.  "I'm sorry!  Yes,
Ma'am.  I know, Ma'am!"

    She released her grip.  "That's better!  I won't have you forgetting to
address me properly.  You will be punished if you forget again!"

    Fuck!  What was that if it wasn't punishment?  I made a mental note not
to forget to call her "Ma'am" again.

    She sped ahead of the trucker, leaving me with my wilting cock outside my
pants.  I didn't dare replace it inside my trousers.  She hadn't told me to,
and she was in no mood to be fucked with.  I sat there, my cock exposed to
the entire world, and waited for her next order.  As we pulled off the super
slab, she pulled her dress back over her legs, almost to the knees, and
re-buttoned two of the three buttons she had undone for the trucker.  We came
to a stop at the intersection.  She still hadn't told me I could hide my
cock.  Then, without warning, she zipped her little two seater inside a
parking lot of where we were obviously going to have dinner.

    "Put it back in your pants," was all she said as she parked the car and
got out without waiting for me to open her door.  She was half-way across the
parking lot before I could catch up with her.  She'd managed to give herself
the upper hand merely by making me work to catch up with her.  What a woman!

    The restaurant is called "Antonio's," and it specializes in Italian
cuisine.  We'd been there twice before, but it had been at least a year since
the last visit.  The place hadn't changed a bit.  I found out later that
Kristi had been there a few weeks before, and that explained a lot, but I'll
get to that in a moment.

    We were seated in a nice quiet room, with only one other table being
occupied.  Our waitress was a tall, brunette looking woman, probably Italian,
and extremely well endowed.  Of course, with Kristi for a wife, I've long
since stopped looking for the perfect set of tits.  She has them, and that
ended my quest.  The waitress set the menus down in front of us.  Kristi
spoke immediately.

    "He doesn't need a menu.  I'll order for him."

    If the woman was surprised, she certainly didn't show it.  Instead, she
merely picked up the folder from in front of me, and smiled at my wife.
"Yes, ma'am.  Would you care for a drink before ordering?"

    "I'll have a dirty vodka martini...and bring him a...oh, I don't
know...something easy...something a sissy would drink...bring him a pink
lady."

    "Of course, ma'am."

    Before the waitress could turn to leave, however, Kristi wanted to make
sure I was humiliated sufficiently.  Without looking at me, she merely said,
"Is that alright with you?  I mean...you do want a sissy drink, don't you?" I
didn't want to answer, but I knew better than to deprive her of this moment
of victory.

    "Yes, Ma'am.  That's what I want."

    "Why?"

    "Because that's what you want me to have, Ma'am."

    "That's a good little boy."

    I couldn't actually see the waitresses face, but I was sure she was
laughing at me as she walked away.

    Kristi told me to sit where I was, that she was going to the bathroom,
and that I should not talk to anyone till she came back.  She picked up her
purse and withdrew a fifty dollar bill from inside her wallet, put her purse
back on the seat next to her, and got up.  I couldn't imagine what she was
going to do.  I watched as she walked out of the room, and turned left, the
same direction the waitress had turned when she left to get our drinks.

    A few minutes passed, and finally the girl returned with our libations.
Setting Kristi's drink in front of the seat she'd occupied before leaving,
she than placed my drink, complete with a parasol and very elaborate
garnishments, in front of me.

    "Need anything else?"

    "No.  Thank you."

    As she left the table, Kristi was standing in the doorway.

    "I told you not to talk to anyone."

    "I was only thanking her for bringing the drinks."

    "Then you did talk to her?"

    "Well...yes."

    "That's it!  You disobeyed me...and now you have forgotten the proper way
to address me!  You are not living up the spirit of our arrangement!"

    "I'm sorry, Ma'am.  I'll make it up to you."

    "I'm sure you will...and you'll start right now."

    "Of course I will, Ma'am."

    "I want you to go into the bathroom and jerk off, right now."

    I didn't wait for her to even finish her sentence.  I started to get up
and obey.  After all...it wasn't something that was all that bad anyway.
Besides, after the fondling at home, plus the little episode with the truck
driver, not to mention the humiliation in front of the waitress...I was
pretty hot already!

    "Wait!  I'm not done."

    I settled back down in my chair.  I had a sinking feeling in the pit of
my stomach.  This had seemed too easy.

    "I want you to take off your underwear when you go in there, fold them
into a rectangle, and I want you to come on top of them.  I want three equal
puddles of cum in a triangular shape, and do not allow your cum to soak into
the fabric.  Bring the soiled briefs back to me immediately.  Do you
understand?"

    Well, I certainly comprehended, but I didn't understand.  She was so
precise, so exact in her instructions.  I replied, "Yes, Ma'am.  I
understand."

    "I swear to you Phillip, if you fuck this up, I'll make you eat your
entire meal standing up with your dick hanging outside your pants!" I
believed her.

    "Yes, ma'am."

    Looking at her watch, she added, "You have four minutes.  Go!"

    I was in the restroom, my pants off, my underwear in my hand, and pumping
my cock in less than thirty seconds.  Ordinarily, it would take me much
longer than the allotted time to get my rocks off.  But as I indicated,
Kristi had worked me up to a fine pitch.  I realize now that the entire
evening was orchestrated for this one act, but at the time I only was
concentrating on making my cock shoot three nice puddles of cum for my wife
to inspect.

    I searched my mind for the right inspiration to accompany this
act...something from our past that would make me shoot harder, and in greater
quantity.  With a wife like Kristi, one doesn't have to travel back far in
one's memory to call forth an erotic episode.  Quite the contrary, I found
myself rejecting scenario after scenario in my quest for the perfect stroke
story.  I thought about the places she's sucked my cock, the public places,
the buses, the trains, the airplanes...about all the hotel lobbies, all the
elevators, all the sporting events.  I remembered the times I'd watched a man
poke his dick into my wife's mouth, her pussy, even her ass hole, while I
watched, stroking my own cock, as I was doing even then,
remembering...remembering.

    My mind settled on the time I was giving a speech in Seattle.  I was on
the podium, addressing two hundred of the city's finest business men, and
Kristi was in the audience, sitting next to one of the city officials.  She
was dressed in a short skirt, and seemed to take an inordinate interest in
the man talking to her.  I continued speaking as I watched my wife's hand
slide along his inner thigh, and didn't miss a beat as her hand cupped over
his obviously hardening cock.

    Moment's later, she whispered something in his ear and got up and walked
out of the room.  Within seconds, he followed her.  I continued giving my
speech, hoping I was making sense, knowing in my heart that at that very
moment, someone, a man whose name I didn't know, and for all I knew, Kristi
didn't know it either, that nameless man had without doubt already worked his
cock into my wife's pussy, or her mouth!

    I continued speaking...unbearably long minutes passed, when suddenly she
reappeared at the back of the room.  She walked back in, made her way to her
seat on the front row, and sat back down.  The other man wasn't back yet.  I
realized how silly I'd been to suspect she'd done anything.  Just as I had
about convinced myself that I had been the victim of an overactive
imagination, my pretty wife smiled at me, and opened her mouth slightly.
There was no mistaking what I was looking at.  He mouth was full of cum!
She'd sucked the man's cock until he shot in her mouth, and then she'd saved
the cum between her lips till she could show me.

    That was the first and only time I've ever had an orgasm in front of two
hundred men while speaking on the benefits of modern technology.  I stopped
speaking for a moment, and had the good grace to cough, as if I'd stopped
because I swallowed something wrong.  Fortunately, I was standing behind a
podium, and fortunately, I'd been wearing a black suit.  But to this day,
that was one of my hottest memories concerning Kristi.

    By the way...she didn't swallow his cum until after my speech was
over...and she could kiss me nicely.  A proper kiss...in front of that room
full of men...and pass some of the stranger's cum into my mouth!

    I thought about that afternoon as my hand jacked my cock furiously.  I
felt the orgasm starting to build, and suddenly, as if I were in my own home,
my own room, I released a huge load of my jism...as instructed, in three
puddles across the folded fabric of my underwear.  Oddly enough, I'd not
fully considered the logistics of what Kristi had ordered until that moment.
My instructions were not to allow the fabric to soak in the liquid, which
meant that I'd have to keep the briefs unfolded any further than they already
were.  As it stood then, I was holding a cloth rectangle, about three inches
by six inches, with three puddles of liquid on it, and the nature of the
liquid was fairly obvious...at least to me.

    I squeezed the last of my come out of my now deflating cock, and zipped
up my pants.  There was no graceful way to do what she'd asked.  Resigning
myself to the worst, I opened the stall door and exited the bathroom, walked
down the hall, passed several people milling about, and back into the dining
room.  To my relief, the other people that were there didn't seem to pay any
attention to me.  I quickly sat back down across from my wife who was
studying her watch.

    "Too bad.  Took you six minutes."

    "Look, I hurried.  I was done in the allotted time, but I couldn't figure
how to get them out of the bathroom and back down here without being
spotted."

    "Did I tell you to worry about being spotted?"

    "Well...no...but..."

    "Give them to me."

    I started to pass them to her under the table, but her hands remained on
top of the table cloth.  I knew what she wanted me to do.  Looking around
quickly at the room, I was pretty sure I could pass them to her without being
noticed.  I made my move.  What happened next was a blur of activity, all
orchestrated by my loving wife.  As I reached over the table to hand her my
cum soaked underbriefs, and she reached up to take them, her left hand
knocked over her drink, she jumped back, (my underwear in her hand) and
shrieked!  The waitress had just re-entered the room, the people at the next
table looked over.

    Our waitress reached for a napkin to clean up the mess, but my wife
reached over to her first and said, "Here, use this," handing the women my
cum soaked underwear.  The waitress took the garment, allowed it to unfold in
full view of the people at the next table, and then said in a very loud
voice, allowing everyone in the room to hear,

    "Oh, look at this.  Someone's come in these.  What a mess!"

    My wife answered, also much louder than necessary, "Yes, they're his.  He
couldn't control himself, so he jacked off in the restroom, like a teen age
boy!  Look at how much he came!"

    I was mortified.  The waitress just stood there, my shorts in her hand,
unfurled, with the cum I'd shot on them obvious to anyone with half an eye.
Then Kristi added the final blow.  Still in a stage whisper, she announced,
"I'll bet his cock is still hard!  Isn't it, dear?"

    Not only was it hard, but it was leaking cum at an incredible rate.  And
now I understood why she'd ordered me to wear light pants.

    "Stand up, Phillip.  Let's see."

    I had no choice.  I stood, my cock making a pole of obvious proportions
in the front of my dockers, and in a circumference twice the size of two
silver dollars, a growing wet spot appeared on the front of my pants.  The
waitress stared at me, (more specifically, at the wet spot on my trousers,
while my wife gathered her purse and started out the door.  She stopped at
the entrance to the room, and turned to me, "Are you coming, or are you just
going to stand there and continue to cum?"

    I briskly followed her out the door and to our car.  She unlocked her
side and got in.  While I stood in the parking lot, my pants soaked with my
cum, she sat in the car and fixed her lipstick, as if nothing had happened.
I waited for her to finish, knowing that this was part of my humiliation,
when she reached over and unlocked my side.

    As soon as I was inside the car, she turned to me and said, "Unzip.  I
want to taste you."

    I didn't need to be told twice.  I started to unbuckle my pants, but her
hand stopped me.

    "Just the zipper."

    I complied, and within seconds, her face was covering my cock as it
peeked out the zipper hole.  She sucked me like a woman gone mad, and within
seconds, my cock was in the throes of yet another orgasm.  I swear, I must
have pumped a pint of come down her throat, and she swallowed every drop!  It
doesn't get any better than this, I remember thinking.  When I was done, she
pulled her mouth off of my now totally deflated cock.  Her lipstick was a
mess...and I absent mindedly thought what a shame it was that she'd just put
fresh lipstick on.  And the very moment I thought that, my mind raced to the
undeniable fact that most of that lipstick was now on the outside of my tan
dockers.  Even that didn't bother me till my precious little wife asked me
for my underwear.

    "I didn't stop to pick it up."

    "Oh."

    With that she started the car, put it into drive and drove to the front
door of the restaurant.  I knew what was coming next.  As sweetly as she
might have asked me to pass her the sugar bowl, Kristi looked at me, and then
at my pants, now a combination of drying come and smeared lipstick and smiled
so nicely...and then said what I knew she'd say...and my cock knew it too, it
was already starting to get hard..."I'll wait.  You run in and get 'em for
me."

    "But, Kristi..."

    "Oh, it'll be okay." She patted my leg like a mother telling her child
that school wasn't all that bad.  "Besides, Wanda is expecting you."

    "Wanda?"

    "Our waitress.  Don't worry about a thing.  She's got them for you, all
you have to do is go get them."

    "And..." I knew there had to be more.

    "And nothing, sweetie.  Just walk in there, turn left, walk into the
woman's room and there they'll be.  Hanging on the inside stall door."

    "And Wanda?"

    "Oh, I think you'll find her in there too.  Now hurry along."

    The underwear was indeed where Kristi said it would be, but what she
hadn't told me was that Wanda would be using them to take care of a little
personal business of her own.  I still have those shorts, and sometime in the
future, along with the dockers, they are going to have to be washed!


    iii


    The point of this whole story is to show you how complex my wife's mind
is.  She'd arranged this entire scenario, right down to hiring the waitress
to follow the script, and the incredible part is she could anticipate my
every move.  She knew how I would react, she knew how my cock would react.

    If and when you ever get the opportunity to fuck my wife, remember this
facet of her personality.  While she makes a willing submissive, she can be
one hell of a bitch when it's her turn!

    Part Four

    This is the fourth of a series about my wife, Kristi.  If you've been
following this series, or the others I've written about her, you already know
her pretty well.  But on the off chance that this is your first contact with
either of us, I'll try to bring you up to speed.

    Kristi is 36 years old, in excellent shape, (38dd-25-36) weighs around
120, is 5'5" tall, red hair, (both ends) green eyes, freckles, and the face
of an angel!  Oh, you want more personal details?  Okay.  Her pussy is
closely cropped, with just the finest coating of light reddish hair coating
her cunt.  Her clit is very prominent, always in a state of arousal.  Her
breasts are smooth, milky white, with a few freckles on them, and her
nipples...I call them bullet nips, because they are the size of a small
bullet.

    Her nips are always hard, like they've just been rubbed against the head
of a hard dick.  They are very sensitive...  very responsive to the twisting
of their rubbery ends by a man's fingers.  She is capable of having an orgasm
with nipple manipulation only.  If you were just to play with my wife's
nipples...nothing else...within minutes, you would see her pussy juices
running down her legs.

    Oh, that's something else you should know about her.  she literally flows
pussy juice when she's excited.  It is impossible for her to hide that
excitement, that sexual need she generates...because there is no doubt about
when she is hot.  It is this generous flow of secretions that make it so easy
to fuck her ass, because flat on her back, her pussy juices tend to run down
between her legs and serve as a great lubrication all the way to her asshole.
Yes, she enjoys getting it up the ass as well.

    A lot of men tell me that they'd like to fuck her, to stick their cocks
in my wife's pussy, but lose their nerve when the opportunity arises.  I've
seen men who could talk a great game, but when it comes to performance, they
were unable to maintain an erection in front of the two of us as Kristi made
herself available to the new man.  I think a lot of that has to do with the
fact that most men don't fuck women in front of their husbands...but if a man
really wants to turn my wife on, that is what he must do...or at least be
willing to do it.

    Kristi and I don't cheat on each other.  It turns her off for a man to
whisper in her ear that he'd fuck her if she can slip away from me.  In fact,
that may well be the biggest turn-off she faces.  It's kind of ironic, in a
way, that a woman who will spread her legs for almost any man who knows how
to finesse her, will clamp them shut the moment the other man thinks he's
going to pull one over on me.

    Kristi is very intelligent, well educated, having earned her doctorate by
the age of twenty-three.  In short, she has it all...beauty, body, and
brains!

    One of the most important thing to know about getting my wife to perform
for you, to get her to suck your cock or expose herself for your pleasure is
that you must take control of her and her actions.  She will allow you to
reduce her to a cheap slut, one who will beg you to fuck her if you can first
humiliate her into that mode of thinking.

    Now I realize this may not be the first thing that would come to your
mind when setting about to seduce a woman, especially one like my wife.  You
might think that candy and liquor are the ways to reduce her inhibitions...to
impress her.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  If you want to fuck
my wife...all you have to do is lead her, slowly at first, and then with a
great deal of authority, down the path you want her to go.

    Note, I said with "authority." This is not to be read as "force." You
can't force her to do anything she doesn't want to do.  But you can "guide"
her into doing things that most paid whores wouldn't even consider!  The key
to all this is simply and foremost, humiliation.

    I've heard her say to a man when he is first attempting to seduce her
that she couldn't do this or that, not right then, not right there.  She'll
say for example, "I might let you see my breasts...when we know each other
better...but not now.  Besides, someone else might see them if I showed them
to you right now.  I know you understand...maybe later."

    And I've seen that poor bastard do what he thinks will insure him of a
piece of tail later by responding, "Sure, I understand."

    Shit!  He didn't understand anything!  The right response to her
statement would have been, "I do understand, but I really must insist.  Open
your blouse and let me see your breasts.  Right here, right now.  I want to
see them now."

    Knowing her as I do, her response would be along the lines of "But
someone might see us."

    The one reply you could give that would assure you that the next thing
you'd see her do would be a rapid unbuttoning of her blouse would be, "I
know, dear.  It can't be helped.  Now, open!"

    You'll be fondling my wife's tits within seconds.

    Let me give you an example.  Kristi and I were in a lingerie shop in a
mall in Houston recently.  One of our favorite games is to go shopping for
intimate apparel, and for her to model it for me, right there, in the store.
If we do this right, it will seem like an innocent thing, a wife giving her
husband a quick glimpse of what a particular article of clothing will look
like when she gets it home.  Often she'll put on a teddy, or a nightie of
some sort, and open the dressing room door, perhaps taking a step or two
outside and she'll sort of whisper my name, in a stage whisper actually.

    "Phillip...do you like this?"

    Of course, I'm not the only person in the shop.  Other men will turn when
they hear a voice as laced with sexual lust as hers is.  And they'll be
rewarded with a quick glimpse of my wife's incredible body, with some portion
exposed in such a way as most men would only get to see in films or
magazines.  Perhaps her breasts will be bare because the item she's showing
me is a pair of panties...and she has nothing else on...or perhaps just the
opposite...she may be modeling a sexy bra for me, (she must own fifty
bras...and never wears one) while her close cropped pussy is totally bare to
the eyes of anyone who wishes to look.  She'll stand like that for perhaps
ten seconds, and then, as if she just realized someone else was watching,
she'll act embarrassed and duck back into the changing room.

    Recently, when she did this, a rather distinguished looking gentleman,
greying hair and wearing a brown pin stripped suit, was standing next to me,
caught up in the sudden "peek" show of my wife exhibiting a pair of thigh
high nylons...and nothing else covering her body.  When she "suddenly"
realized someone else was looking at her nakedness in the bright lights of a
mall store, she kind of gasped, uttered a hurried, "Oh, excuse me!" and
darted back to the protection of the booth, closing the door behind her.  I
could sense the other man was very interested in what he'd just witnessed,
but didn't quite know how to capitalize on his good fortune.

    At this point, a lot of men would have simply shuffled off, taken the
mental picture of my wife's glorious breasts, naked pussy, and great ass with
them, and headed for the nearest restroom to jack off.  But not this chap.
To his credit, he must have understood what was going on, and made the
instant decision to "play" along...and he did it in a very creative manner.

    He turned to me and commented, "I hope you don't mind my saying this, but
you have a very beautiful lady."

    I resisted the temptation to use the old Henny Youngman line, "That's no
lady...that's my wife." Instead I just smiled and thanked him, while allowing
him a little more of a chance to get involved in what the two of us were
doing.

    "Thank you.  She is quite lovely.  She gets a bit carried away sometimes
when trying on lingerie.  I think she's a frustrated model at heart.  I think
she enjoys other men watching her."

    "And you don't mind that?"

    "No, I rather enjoy knowing my wife is desirable to other men."

    "Well, I can assure you she is.  I don't mean to offend you, but I found
her very exciting."

    "Trust me, the only way you could offend me is to find her less than
attractive!"

    "So she's a frustrated model, eh?  Do you think she'd like to model
something for me?  I need to buy a gift for my wife, and can't quite make up
my mind."

    About that time, the door opened, and Kristi walked out of the dressing
room, fully dressed, with her selections in her hand.  If she remembered the
man I was talking to was the same one who had moments before seen her in
nothing except a pair of stockings, she certainly didn't act like it.
Handing me the stockings and a teddy, she kissed me on the cheek and said,
"Here...I think I'll take these."

    She smiled at the other man, the kind of smile most women give a total
stranger.  Nothing personal, just a friendly acknowledgment of his presence.
She started to walk away, toward another rack of clothing when I stopped her.

    "Kristi, this gentleman was just telling me about a problem he was having
picking out a present for his wife."

    "Oh," she said, looking at him again, "what kind of problem?"

    "Well, actually, it's a bit embarrassing, but I'm not sure what size she
wears, and I'm not sure what exactly to get her."

    "Is she bigger than me, or smaller?" Kristi was getting into this, and
getting in rather quickly.

    "Actually, she's about your size, though not quite as...  not quite
as...well, you know...on the top...she's a bit..."

    "Smaller?" My wife offered?

    "Not really smaller, just not as...buoyant."

    What he was trying to say was that his wife's breasts were sagging, while
my wife's were firm...almost defying gravity.  Kristi didn't miss the
opportunity to begin her game with him at this point.

    "You mean her breasts aren't as firm and proud as mine?  How do you know
mine don't sag too?"

    "Well...earlier...when you..."

    "Oh, my goodness!  You mean when I was showing my husband the hose...you
were the man standing next to him?  Oh, I'm soooo embarrassed!  I didn't
realize that was you!"

    "Oh, please...I didn't mean to embarrass you.  I just meant to compare
her to you...so you'd understand what kind of figure I was trying to buy for.
Please don't be embarrassed."

    I intervened at this point.  I knew full well that Kristi was playing
this poor guy.  She'd shown him her body, completely naked but for a pair of
hose, not five minutes ago, and now was trying to convince him she'd not
known it was him.

    "He really does need some help making a selection.  Why don't you model
something for him?"

    "Well, I guess I could.  I mean...he's already seen pretty much all of me
anyway.  What have you got in mind?"

    "Well, I'm looking for something sexy...something she normally wouldn't
wear, but something she could wear under her clothing...you know...something
that would just tease me and get her...you know...in the mood."

    "I know just the thing.  How about garters and hose?"

    "That might be nice."

    "Here, let me find a nice belt for you." Kristi turned and started
shifting through a table covered with garter belt sets.  She selected a red
and black pair, and then picked out a matching bra.  She handed her
selections to the gentleman, and said, "I'll bet she'll love these.  I think
you should buy them for her."

    He looked at me, and I gave him a look of encouragement, which translated
to "Go ahead...ask her."

    He took my lead.

    "I really hate to impose on you...but would you consider modeling these
for me...so I can get a better idea of what they'd look like on her before I
buy them?  If your husband doesn't mind, that is."

    Kristi cocked her head just a bit, and I saw that expression cross her
face, the look that comes just before the games begin.

    "Well, since it's for your wife...and if Phillip doesn't care..."

    "Oh, I don't mind.  Go ahead Kris, model them for him."

    "Okay...I'll just go change real quick."

    And she was off.  The stranger and I just waited outside the dressing
room door, and made small talk, as if we were waiting for a cab, not for my
wife to reappear wearing next to nothing, for the expressed purpose of
showing off her body to a total stranger.  Sooner than I thought possible,
the door to the dressing room opened just a crack.

    "Phillip."

    "Yes, dear?"

    Kristi was talking to me from behind the door.

    "Phillip, you all are going to have to move closer to the door.  This
outfit doesn't cover as much as I thought it would...and it's kinda
revealing."

    "Kristi...don't be silly.  There's no one else here except the
clerk...and she's on the other side of the store.  Now open the door and
let's have a look at his selection."

    There was about five seconds of silence, and then the door started to
open.  And there, in the door frame stood my wife wearing the garter belt,
stockings, and bra she'd taken in with her.  And nothing else!  Her beautiful
pussy was naked, framed by the belts of the garter, her narrow waist made to
look even smaller by the effects of the garter belt, and her 38dd breasts
spilling out of the small bra that went with this outfit.  I tell you, she
literally took my breath away.  As for the man standing next to me...I think
he'd stopped breathing as well.  My wife looked like she'd just stepped out
of the pages of Penthouse, standing in the doorway, exhibiting all her charms
for this man, a man whose name we didn't even know.

    She lifted her arms over her head, giving him a totally unobstructed view
of her entire body, and did a slow full turn in the doorway, allowing him to
enjoy the backside of her, taking in her great ass cheeks as she turned, and
finally ended up facing us again.  She reached behind her and undid the bra,
shaking it free and exposing the last bit of unseen skin to the stranger.
Standing there, she said, "I don't think this bra is right with this outfit."

    Her nips were rock hard...sticking out their full 3/8 of an inch from her
breasts.  I had expected her to tease this man, but this was far beyond
anything I thought she'd do.  And as quickly as she'd open the door, she
closed it, with her on the other side!  Then, cracking it just a bit, she
said to me, "Phillip, is there anything else he'd like me to try on?"

    "Just a sec." I turned to the stranger and repeated her question.

    "Well, I..." he was still trying to recover from the show my wife had
just given him.  Casting his eyes about, he picked up a two piece swim suit
and silently mouthed, "How about this?"

    I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to the door.

    "Yeah, Kristi, he's got one more thing."

    "Tell him to bring it in."

    As if he hadn't heard my wife's statement, I turned to him and repeated
it.

    "She says for you to take it in to her."

    "In there!" he said, pointing to the closed dressing room?

    "That's what she said.  Go ahead."

    "But I can't go in there.  It's a lady's dressing room."

    "Well, she's probably naked.  She can't very well come out here, now, can
she?"

    "I know that...but..."

    "Come on, we'll both go inside."

    With that, the stranger and myself walked toward the dressing room door.
I opened the door, and he stepped inside first, I followed, closing the door
behind us.

    Kristi was indeed naked.  Totally, except for her shoes, and the hose.  I
got an instant additional inch or two on my already hard cock.  I could only
imagine what the other chap was feeling.  Kristi brought us back to reality.

    "What was it you wanted me to try on?"

    As if a trance was broken, the stranger shook his head and offered her
the swim suit.  Glancing at me for just a moment, long enough to see me wink
at her, Kristi took the suit from the man's hand, and set it on the chair
next to her.  She closed the distance between herself and the new man in her
life.  Standing with her lips not a inch away from his, she said very
quietly, "Isn't there something else you'd like me to try on." She said this
while her left hand fondled the area between his trouser legs.  I could see
by the expression on her face that she liked what she was feeling.

    Without waiting for an answer, my wife sank to her knees, and started to
open the man's belt.  He stood there, frozen, as if any movement on his part
would cause him to wake from what surely must have been a dream.  I watched
as my wife continued to open the man's pants, first the belt, then the inner
catch, then the zipper.  She worked very slowly, very deliberately.  Finally,
his trousers were open, and she ran her hands on the inside of the waist
band, freeing his pants from his body and guiding them down his legs toward
the floor.

    "Step up," she said sweetly, as if talking to a child.

    He lifted one leg, then the other.  He now stood in front of my wife, who
was on her knees, wearing white boxer shorts, and of course all his other
clothing, except for his pants.  My wife reached her hand inside the fly of
his undershorts, wrapping her hand around his turgid cock.  I could tell she
was very happy at what she'd found.  Looking up at him, with those flashing
green eyes, she smiled and asked him again, "Isn't there anything else you'd
like me to slip into?"

    He was without the ability to speak.  And she wouldn't proceed without
him asking her to.  I'd seen this happen once before, I'd seen my wife ready
to suck a stranger's cock, but he didn't have the snap to tell her what to
do, and as a result, he'd walked away with an incredible case of blue balls.

    Kristi still had her hand wrapped around the man's cock, but still hadn't
pulled it through the opening in the front of his boxer shorts.  I couldn't
stand it anymore.  Here was my beautiful wife, practically naked, handling a
stranger's cock, and waiting for him to tell her to suck him...and he was
just standing there.  I decided not to waste the moment.  I opened the front
of my pants and pulled out my hard cock.

    "Here, suck on this!" I commanded her.

    Turning a quarter turn from the stranger, still holding his cock in her
hand, my wife directed her attention to my throbbing dick.  Without any
fanfare, she opened her mouth and took me inside her lips!  As my dick
disappeared inside those red, moist, willing lips, her hand kept pumping the
cock of the other man, although all I could see was the movement covered by
his underwear.  But it was enough to stimulate me to an incredible state of
excitement.

    "Suck me, Kristi.  Suck my cock like the whore you are.  Suck me and jerk
him off at the same time.  Suck me baby...suck my cock.  It doesn't matter to
you whose cock you suck, does it?  You were going to suck his...but you're
sucking mine instead.  It doesn't matter to you, does it?  You only wanted a
hard cock in your mouth...isn't that right?  Isn't that true?"

    She couldn't answer, of course, with my ten incher half way down her
throat, but she could nod, adding to the pleasure of her mouth devouring my
hard dick.  All the time, as she allowed me to fuck her mouth, the other
man's cock stayed in her hand, being worked back and forth.  He would
alternately open his eyes, look down at my naked wife, watch her suck me and
frig him, and then close them again.  I was too hot.  I couldn't wait any
longer.  I spoke to the slut sucking me off.

    "Now, sweetheart, take it all.  I'm going to shoot off right now...and
you will swallow it all!"

    She nodded her head in understanding just as my jism started to fill her
mouth.  Now her sucking action was accompanied by the sounds of her
swallowing all my hot come...and I mean all of it.  Not a drop was missed,
not a drop fell on the floor.  It all went into her mouth, and down her
throat!  Pulling her mouth off my now shrinking cock, she smiled at me, her
lips coated with the last of my orgasm.

    "Now, him."

    She understood.  Turning toward the other man, the man whose cock was
supposed to be first in her mouth, she withdrew her hand from within his
shorts, and pulled with it his cock.  It was huge!  But I didn't get to look
at it very long.  My wife's mouth opened and his dick disappeared as her lips
coated his hard dick.

    The time she'd spent jacking his dick wasn't wasted.  Her mouth had no
sooner closed over his rock hard cock than I saw him start to convulse in my
wife's mouth.  And she swallowed him too, not as well as she'd done
mine...but I suspect he had a bigger load to shoot.  As I watched, my wife
sucked his tool and swallowed his cum, until some of it started to dribble
out the side of her mouth.  She caught most of it with her left hand, and
when the man had stopped coming in my wife's mouth, she lifted her hand to
her lips and licked up the excess seed he'd spilled.

    What a sight!  My pretty wife, naked and on her knees, with a stranger's
satisfied cock slipping out of her mouth.  She smiled at him, and then at me.
I considered briefly fucking her right there, but we'd already pushed our
luck.  I nodded toward her clothes, and she started getting dressed.  Tucking
my cock back inside my pants, I was soon presentable.  In the moments that
followed, my wife and I were both dressed, and ready to leave the changing
booth.  Our new found friend, however was still standing there, his limp dick
hanging outside his white boxer shorts, fully dressed except for his
trousers, which lay bunched up in the corner on the floor.

    Kristi opened the dressing room door and exited the area, as did I,
directly behind her.  Taking the items she'd selected we went to the
register, laid them on the counter and Kristi withdrew a hundred dollar bill.
The cashier rang up her items, took her money, but continued to talk to the
other woman standing next to us at the counter.

    Counting out our change, we heard her tell the other customer that she
remembered a man coming in about fifteen minutes ago who matched the
description of the man she was looking for but she hadn't noticed him leave.
Kristi smiled to me, and I just shrugged my shoulders, in a silent statement
that it was up to her, I didn't want to interfere.  As she picked up our bag,
Kristi asked the woman if it was her husband that she was inquiring about.
She said it was.

    "Does he have grey hair, and a light mustache?"

    "Yes."

    "And is he wearing a brown suit?"

    "Yes...did you see him?"

    "I think so.  Does he wear white boxer shorts?"

    "What!"

    "Oh, never mind...it probably isn't the same guy."

    With that my wife and I left the store, holding hands and trying to
stifle a giggle.  It would have been fun to see the expression on everyone's
face when the stranger finally did leave the dressing room.  But then again,
maybe not.

    The moral to this story (and all stories should have a moral) is that
when my wife is in your possession, if you try to use conventional methods to
get in her panties (if indeed she's wearing any) you will walk away with blue
balls.  If you play her right, take charge, and treat her like a paid whore,
you'll walk away with blew balls.  (sorry about the pun...just couldn't help
myself.)

    Part Five

    This is the fifth of a series about my wife, Kristi.  If you've read the
others, you know what a little slut she can be, and you're by now figuring
out just how little it takes to get her to spread her legs, or open her mouth
for you.  She enjoys being humiliated, and over the years, we've come to use
humiliation as a regular part of our sexual union.  Oddly enough, it doesn't
seem to matter who being humiliated, nor who the humiliater is.

    The truth of the matter is that Kristi gets particularly hot when she
feels she has no control over her actions, when she is made to do things nice
girls won't do, but can lay the blame off on someone else.  Even as she does
it, she realizes what she's doing.  A key phrase she'll use that tips me off
that she's about to do something she really wants to do, but wants to be
absolved from her participation in the act, is to say something like, "You're
not going to make me suck his cock are you?" Or, "But what if someone sees
me, with my breasts exposed, and a cock in my mouth?"

    If she says these things to you, simply ignore her protest, or, to heat
her up even more, you might reply, "Yes, I intend for you to suck him
off...and frankly, Kristi, I don't see any problem if someone else should
happen by.  All they'll see is a slut on her knees, sucking a guy's cock.
What's the big deal?  In fact, I may call some people over to let them watch
and see what a whore you really are."

    I've described her many times in other stories, but in case you aren't
familiar with my wife's physical charms, I'll give you a quick run down.  For
starters, she's absolutely beautiful!  I'm serious about this.  She has the
kind of looks that women would kill for, and men will fight their best
friends over that chance to merely talk to her.  She has green eyes, red
hair, about shoulder length right now, a perfect face, light freckles on an
ivory complexion, smooth soft skin, a great smile, and a very serious come
hither expression when she chooses to use it.

    The only thing more perfect than her face is her body.  She weighs around
125, stands 5'5" tall, and measures 38DD- 25-36.  Those breasts are perfectly
formed, and come endowed with what we call "bullet" nipples.  Her nips are
almost always hard, and stick out about 3/8 of an inch from her lovely
breasts.  Her waist is trim and her hips flare out nicely, giving a heart
shaped view from behind.  Her ass is a work of art, and while she always says
it's too big, many a man has lost his self-control while running his hands
over the curves and firmness of her bottom.

    Odd as this may sound, I like her legs the best.  She wears hosiery a
great deal, preferring silk stockings to panty hose.  Her standard dress is
garter belt, stockings, and outer clothing.  She never wears a bra.  In fact,
I think she only has one, and that's more for teasing than anything else.
About a year ago we came to the conclusion that there was no point in her
wearing panties, for two reasons.  First, she is a very spontaneous woman.
She fucks when she feels like fucking, regardless of the circumstances or
environment.  She's as likely to want it in a taxi-cab as she is in a fast
food restaurant.  And when Kristi wants it...she gets it!

    Secondly, men were always stealing her panties.  I know that sounds
weird, and I suppose it is, but for some reason, men seemed to always want to
keep a trophy of fucking my wife, and the panties seemed to be it.  I
remember one week in particular, six pairs of her panties came up missing.
That's not to say my wife only fucked six guys that week, but at least six of
them kept her underwear.  In the interest of economy, therefore, she's almost
stopped wearing any under pants at all.  If you get a chance to meet her,
it's a pretty safe bet that her pussy is bare under her dress.

    Oh, and that brings up the subject of my wife's cunt.  She keeps it
trimmed very closely, and because of her unusual degree of sexual excitement,
you can almost always see her clitoris peeking from under the hood of her
pussy lips.  She's the only woman I've ever fucked that had a rock hard clit.
She's reading this over my shoulder and asked that I not describe her clit in
such detail.  She says it embarrasses her to have other men read about the
details of her body.  Right!  She'll fuck anyone who wants her, but she
doesn't want me telling the world about how hard and prominent her pink
little clit is.

    Needless to say, the description stays in.

    Her pussy is unusually tight, and as a favor I'd like to ask that if you
ever have the occasion to fuck my wife, that you'll take into consideration
that her pussy, while well fucked, is still very small.  I have a ten inch
cock, and she can take it in, but usually I have to enter her slowly.  Her
ass hole is another story, however.  When you bend her over the top of a
couch, or a desk, (as many men have over the last six years) with a little
lubrication, you'll be able to put your dick inside her ass with little
trouble.  She prefers smaller cocks there, say, seven inches or less, but
she'll take any that present themselves.

    Oh, by the way, when she tells you she can't possibly take your cock in
her ass, don't listen to her.  What does she know?  I saw her take what had
to be a fourteen inch dick straight up her ass one night, and while she was
pleading for him to stop, she kept grinding her ass cheeks against his body,
trying to get more inside her.  What a pretty sight that was, her little pink
bottom pushing against his black legs, like she was impaled on the end of a
lance!  (oh, she wants me to take out the fact that he was a black guy.  No
way.  If she wants to act like a whore, she shouldn't mind my telling folks
that there are no taboos where her pussy is concerned.  I've seen her suck
off black men, brown men, and even Oriental men.  I've watched them all as
she licked and sucked their cocks into her mouth, and watched as my wife
skillfully made each one dump his load inside her mouth, deep inside it, and
watched as she swallowed the cum of men who most women wouldn't have even
spoken to.  Men who parked cars for a living, men who worked on construction
sites, men who were married, were single, even one who thought he was gay.
(He later converted back to our side.)

    The story I want to relate to you happened recently, (Halloween, '93.)
It'll give you an insight into what turns her on, and when you meet her,
you'll know better how to treat her to get her at maximum heat.  She's a lot
like other women in that regard.  The hotter she is, the better she performs.
Only with Kristi, you always start out at a level where most women get only
after hours of fore play.  She's an incredible woman!

    We went to a party at a friends home in Houston for Halloween.  We'd
checked into our hotel the afternoon before the party since we'd planned on
staying the following day in Houston as well.  Kristi and I had decided not
to go in costume, but at the last moment changed our minds.  We went to a
store in the Gallaria area and shopped for what we'd wear that night.  I must
confess, I wasn't keen on the whole idea of costumes, but she decided she
wanted to go as a French maid, and who was I to argue.  It occurred to me
that in all the role playing and games we'd played over the years, I'd never
fucked her dressed as a maid.  I started looking forward to the pleasure.

    She shops in a mall like men hunt in a forest.  It brings out the
"animal" in her, and she almost always turns a trip to the mall into a sexual
adventure.  I won't go into the details of this excursion, because that's not
the point of this story.  Suffice to say that many men were treated to a
glimpse, and sometimes more than a glimpse of my wife's naked pussy, full
breasts, and hardened nipples as we went from shop to shop, looking at
different outfits, trying on various costumes, shoes, and lingerie.

    She selected the maid's outfit, complete with garter belts, hose, short
black skirt, and white frilly blouse.  Of course, she had to have a new pair
of heels, and she had to show the boy at the shoe store what a pretty pussy
she had under her skirt, but after all this was done, we headed back to the
hotel.

    Once in the room, we ordered room service.  It's almost a given that if
we stay in a hotel room, Kristi is going to get to play with a few men who
happen to service our room.  This is sometimes the bell boy, sometimes the
room service guys, and once, in Vegas, I woke to find her sucking a man's
cock as he stood on a ladder in front of her.  He'd come to service the smoke
detector, and while up on the ladder, Kristi had unzipped his pants and was
servicing his fire hose!  She made quite a sight, standing there in only a
blue lace robe, open of course, with this man's cock sliding in and out of
her mouth.  I acted like I was still asleep, but watched her working in the
reflection of the mirror.  After sucking him to near orgasm, she walked away
from him, toward the bed, and dropping her robe, got on the bed, the same bed
I was supposedly asleep on, got on all fours, and wiggled her ass at the man
on the ladder.

    To his credit, he figured out what she wanted.  Climbing off the ladder,
his dick still outside his pants, he climbed on my wife's ass.  I heard the
air rush out of her as I knew his cock rushed into the ready pussy she'd
lifted to his view.  Within seconds he was fucking her, oblivious to the fact
that I was laying not three feet away in front of them both.  Kristi reached
over for me and pulled me toward the two of them, and then, as if it were the
most normal thing in the world, lowered her mouth over my very stiff cock,
now totally exposed since she'd pulled the sheet off me, and proceeded to
suck my cock while the maintenance man reamed her puss!

    If he was surprised, he didn't show it.  I guess in Vegas you eventually
see everything.  And now he was seeing my wife naked, as she fucked him and
sucked me.  One thing was obvious, however, and that was the fact that he was
very excited by the whole show.  He had reached down, and was playing with
Kristi's breasts, kneading them in his hands, pinching her nipples, and she
was responding in typical fashion by sucking me harder, while moaning through
a cock filled mouth!

    I don't remember who came first, but we both did, around the same time as
I recall.  And almost as if we'd known each other for years, almost as if
we'd planned the whole episode, after we both came in my wife, we switched
her around, so her pussy was facing me, while her mouth now faced him, and we
went back at her instantly.  He with his Kristi coated cock sliding into her
mouth, and me with my tongue digging into her just fucked pussy, tasting her
juices along with his cum, as they both leaked out of her and into my mouth!
I must confess, I absolutely love the taste of come when served from my
wife's pussy.  And it really doesn't matter if it's my come, or someone
else's, or a mixture of many others.

    But this particular day, as Kristi put on her uniform, and we waited for
the room service person to bring our order, I was having great difficulty
getting my costume on.  She had selected a Roman soldier's uniform for me,
and my problem was getting my cock to cooperate.  I guess watching Kristi all
afternoon, and thinking about the possibilities that awaited me that night
had made Mr.  Happy very happy.  He was inflated and refused to go inside the
cup that came with the costume.  And trust me, without that cup, i'd never
make it through the lobby!  As you can imagine, the skirt which covered my
bottom barely did, and while I must admit I did look rather dashing, the
whole image would have been ruined if my ten inch cock was forced to hang
three inches below my seven inch skirting.

    Of course, when Kristi offered to help me get it inside the cup, the
effect was quite the opposite of what we were trying to do.  The minute her
hand touched my already hard cock, it became like steel.

    "Oh, my!  Look.  It's not going inside that cup now!"

    "Well, do something, Kristi.  I can't get dressed like this."

    "Gosh, Phillip.  I don't know what I can do.  It's so hard!  I'm afraid
we'll just have to let it get soft on it's own.  Try not to think about
anything sexual."

    She's standing there in this skimpy little outfit, black hose, garter
belts, and 4 inch heels, telling me to think about mon sexual things.  About
that time there was a knock on the door.  Kristi smiled at me, and asked me
if I wanted to get the door, or should she.  Like I had an option.  My cock
was sticking straight out by now, having been helped to its full growth by my
wife's skillful fingers playing across it as she tried to get it to fit into
the now almost uselessly small plastic cup that came with the outfit.  She
patted me on my ass, got up, and walked to the door.  As she neared the door,
I suddenly realized she had no panties on, and that as short as the skirt
was, if she bent even slightly, even a blind man would notice.

    And the room service woman wasn't blind.  A woman!  What rotten luck.
I'd hoped to see Kristi fuck or at least suck off the guy who brought our
snack, but there was not going to be any chance of that.  I turned my back
away from the two women, almost facing a corner of the room.  To this day,
Kristi says I knew that my reflection in the mirror would reveal my hard cock
to the girl who had brought us our repast, but really, I didn't think about
that.  I had no intentions of showing my hard on to a stranger.  That's
Kristi's job, exposing herself.  Mine is to watch, her's is to do.  Pretty
good arrangement I think.

    As women will do, Kristi and Marylou, (as I later found out the room
servers name) immediately fell into a conversation.  Marylou asked about the
party, as it was obvious we weren't dressed as the average Houstonian that
night, and being Halloween, the girl figured out what we were doing.

    Kristi told her that I was having a problem with my costume, but that
other than that, it promised to be a great party.  Marylou asked if she could
help.  It seems she was a whiz with needle and thread.  Kristi laughed,
actually, she giggled, and said the problem wasn't one that could be fixed so
easily.  She told Marylou that I was having a problem getting my entire
costume "on."

    I don't know to this day if the woman saw my cock in the mirror or not,
but her voice seemed to have changed as she and Kristi were talking.  It took
on a huskier air, almost a sexual tinting.  She walked over to me, my back
still to her, and asked if I needed help.

    "No, thank you.  I think I'll get it in a moment," was my weak reply.

    "Now, Phillip, you let her help.  She's a whiz with a needle, remember?"

    "Kristi!"

    "Oh, don't be silly.  We're all grown ups here." Kristi has such a way
with words.  She turned to the woman who was by now directly behind me.
Reaching into her purse, she withdrew a hundred dollar bill and offered it to
the girl saying, "Tell you what...if you can help me get his costume to fit,
I'd be very grateful."

    The woman looked at the c-note in Kristi's hand, looked back at me, and
suddenly I knew she'd made up her mind.  She took the offered tip, slipped it
inside her uniform's pocket, and replied to Kristi's statement.

    "I think I see the problem.  And I think I can help."

    "Great.  Here's the situation.  We have to leave for the party in a few
minutes, and he need to wear this under his soldiers skirt." Kristi handed
the woman the plastic cup my cock was supposed to be in.

    The room server looked at the cup for a moment, realizing exactly what
was wrong, and I could see her smile through my vantage point facing the
mirror.  She put her hand on my shoulder, and turned me a have turn away from
the wall.  I now faced her directly, more importantly, my raging hard on
faced her directly.  She looked at my hard on, and once more at my wife.
Kristi just nodded, as if to say, "Go ahead.  Do it."

    Marylou sank to her knees in front of me, and scooped my hard cock into
her hand.  In the same movement, she lowered her mouth over the rod in her
hands, and started sucking the head of my dick inside her mouth.  Kristi
looked at me and smiled.  She always enjoys watching me get my cock sucked,
either by a man or a woman, but usually there's more time for me to be
prepared.  It had literally been less than two minutes from the time this
woman entered our hotel room till the time she was on her knees, sucking my
hard cock, in front of my wife.

    Kristi wasn't wasting the opportunity either.  She'd already unhooked her
maid's skirt, and was leaning against the dresser, dressed only in her blouse
and underwear, sans panties, and began to rub the middle finger of her left
hand across her clit, slowly at first, but then quicker.  I knew it would
soon snake its way south, across her soft downy cunt, and into the hole I
knew so well between her legs.  She was moaning now, as the stranger
continued to suck my cock...  and suck it in earnest.  Kristi crossed the few
feet to stand directly behind the woman on the floor, and while she continued
to play with her own cunt, took her other hand and stroked the head of the
woman who was sucking my cock.

    As I knew it would, Kristi's finger soon disappeared inside her pussy,
but only for a moment.  She pulled it out, and now coated with her own
juices, took that finger and placed it next to the sucking mouth of the whore
on the floor.  Without missing a beat, the newest slut in my life pulled her
mouth off my dick, but continued to beat my meat with rapid hand movements,
as she licked the cunt coated finger Kristi had offered her.  Then turning
her head toward my wife's pussy, the woman pushed her tongue out till I saw
it make contact with my wife's cunt.  That was all it took for me!  I started
to spurt my come all over her hand, but by now she didn't notice me, she was
more concerned about sucking Kristi's cunt.  But the end result was achieved.
My cock was now manageable enough to fit into the plastic cup.  I knew I'd
have to work quickly, however, because even as I was stuffing myself into the
receptacle, I was becoming aroused once more.  Hearing Kristi's moans as the
girl serviced her pussy was stimulating me again.  I looked over after
getting my costume adjusted in time to see my wife's legs buckle under her as
the girl who was licking her pussy brought my wife to a roaring climax!

    As Kristi composed herself, the woman stood up, smiled at me, and started
to walk to the door.  When she got there, she smiled again and said, "It was
a pleasure serving you.  There's a card on the tray.  If my room service
impressed you, you might drop a note to my boss.  Course, I wouldn't want him
to know just 'how' you were impressed!"

    She was gone and the two of us were left alone.  Looking at my wife,
laying on the carpet, her pussy slick with the mouth juices left by Marylou
and her own lubrications, I thought about how nice it would be to slip my
cock inside that very hot cunt.  Then, feeling the ache starting to build
inside my balls, I remembered that for the present, I'd have to be content to
just look.  I wasn't about to let Mr.  Happy out of his new home.  Not just
yet.

    I'll tell you more about the party, as well as about how Kristi was
humiliated at the hands of a total stranger the next morning when I write
Fuck Her, Part 6.

    Part Six

    This is the sixth of a series about my wife, Kristi.  If you've been
following these stories, you realize by now that to properly fuck my wife, an
element of humiliation should be present.  I don't know why this is, but it
is, and I've learned to use this to my advantage.  The more she's humiliated,
particularly in public, the hotter she gets.

    Last week we were in Houston and decided to go out for a bit of
adventure.  Kristi is a knock-out red-head.  Her breasts are firm, 38dd,
capped by perfect nipples.  They are always hard, even when not sexually
excited.  Her 5'5" frame weighs in at 120 pounds, she has green eyes,
freckles, great legs, and a heart shaped ass!  She looks like she's ready to
fuck at the drop of a hat...and bless her little pussy...she is!

    We decided to stop in at a porno theater to replenish our toy chest.  On
the way to the shop, Kristi and I talked about her recent week at work.  She
works about three hundred miles from our home, and as a result she shares an
apartment with another woman in the city where she works.  We don't get to
see each other during the week, so weekends are set aside for hot parties.
This weekend would prove to be no exception.

    "Did you fuck anyone last week?" I asked her as we drove.

    "Well...Suzanne, of course." She replied.

    Suzanne is the woman she shares the apartment with.  They've been lovers
for about a year now.  "I know you and Suzanne did it...but I mean, did you
fuck any men this week."

    "Men?"

    I knew she was stalling.  My cock new it too.  I was already growing hard
in my pants.

    "Yes, Kristi.  Men.  You know...hairy people with dangling cocks?"

    "Oh, those.  Yeah...I think I did."

    "You think?  You don't remember?"

    "Well, yeah...I remember.  I just don't want to talk about it, that's
all."

    This was such an obvious ploy.  She wanted to talk about it.  She wanted
to tell me every detail.  But she wanted me to drag it out of her...one juicy
detail at a time.  And I was more than glad to play this game.

    "Tell me about him, Kristi."

    "What do you want to know?"

    "For openers, what was his name?"

    "I never asked him.  He just sort of appeared out of nowhere, felt me up,
fucked me, and left."

    "Kristi!"

    "I know...that's sort of whorish isn't it.  To let a man fuck me and not
even know his name."

    "It's not "sort" of whorish...it IS whorish!"

    "Well...what could I do?  He had his hands all over me, touching
me...pushing his fingers inside my cunny, making me come...I couldn't stop
him...and I certainly didn't want to break the mood by talking."

    "Where did you meet this guy?"

    "He came to the apartment to service the dryer."

    "And he ended up servicing you, right?"

    "That's not how it happened.  You make it sound so cheap!"

    "So tell me...how did it happen?"

    "Well, he was working on the dryer, and I was getting dressed to go to
the office.  I had started getting dressed earlier, but Suzanne had come in
my room and found me wearing only my panties, and well..."

    "Panties?  I thought we agreed you'd not wear anymore panties.
Remember?"

    "I remember, and you know I usually don't, but I had a very important
meeting that afternoon, and I didn't want to be in there with nothing
covering my pussy."

    "Go, on."

    "Well, Suzanne had come in and found me, like I said, and well...one
thing led to another, and pretty soon she was licking my nipples and twisting
them...making me very hot!"

    "I know how hot she makes you.  What does this have to do with the dryer
service man?"

    "Well...she got a little carried away and started to play with my
pussy...while I was still wearing my panties.  She started rubbing my clit
through the silk material...and then slipped her finger under the leg band
and started to push her finger in and out of my cunt...until I couldn't help
myself...I came!"

    "...And?"

    "And nothing...I just came...hard!  I soaked my panties with my love
juices...and I couldn't wear them at that point."

    "So what did you do?"

    "Well, Suzanne had to go to work, and she left me lying there on the bed,
my breasts heaving...my nipples rock hard, and my panties soaked.  I got up,
took them off, and rinsed them out at the sink.  I took my hair dryer and
tried to dry them enough so I could still wear them...you know...I only have
the one pair, thanks to you."

    "I don't want to hear about your lack of panties.  If you didn't give a
pair to every man you fucked, you'd have hundreds of pairs right now."

    "I know.  But anyway, I slipped them back on, but the waistband was still
damp from the washing.  I slipped my robe on, you know the one, the red sheer
robe you gave me from Hong Kong."

    "The one you can see right through?"

    "Well, I guess you can.  But anyway, I didn't think about that.  I just
wanted to get my panties dry, and I knew the man was repairing the dryer, so
I went into the washroom to ask him how long it would be before he was done."

    "Wearing only that thin see-through robe?"

    "No, silly.  I had my panties on too!"

    "I see."

    "So did he.  I asked him when the dryer would be ready, and he said he
was finished, that I could use it now if I wanted to."

    By now, Kristi was stroking my growing hard on as I drove through
Houston.  She was leaning into me, rubbing my cock, and at the same time
showing me a lot of her well shaped legs...so much, in fact, that the top of
her hose was visible to not only me, but anyone driving a pick up or van.
She started to unzip my pants as she continued to tell me this story.

    "Anyway...I didn't have a lot of time...and he seemed like a nice
man...so i just reached under my robe and slipped the panties down my
legs...and stepped out of them...I walked past him...but I did notice his
bulge in his pants...and dropped them in the dryer.  I started the dryer and
turned to say something to him and that's when I realized how excited he had
become."

    "How excited?"

    "Well...I know this sounds awful...but he'd taken his cock out of his
pants and was stroking it.  Oh, Phillip!  It was HUGE!"

    By now she'd unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out to give her better
access to what I knew she wanted.  Traffic was stalled in front of us on the
Interstate, moving about five miles an hour it seemed...but it may have
seemed that way because of the way Kristi was fondling my now rock hard dick.

    "What did you do then?"

    "Well...what could I do.  I was mesmerized by that long black cock...it
seemed so..."

    "Black cock?  You didn't tell me he was black."

    "Oh.  Sorry.  Yeah, he was black."

    I knew that would seal it for her.  She is obsessed with fucking black
men...ever since the time she'd done a live sex show in NYC years ago.  She'd
been fucked by a guy named Trinidad, on a stage, in front of around a hundred
guys...and he'd used her like a cheap street whore.

    "Go on...then what happened?"

    "Well...I didn't know what he planned to do to me, so I thought I'd
better cooperate with whatever he had in mind.  I didn't want to get raped.
I'd think you'd be proud that I had so much presence of mind."

    "Go on..."

    "Well...I got right in front of him, and told him that I didn't think he
should be doing that...that a man with a cock that big should have someone
else do that for him.  He didn't say anything, so I reached down between us
and just sort of put it in my hand...and started pumping it...kinda like he
was."

    "And then?"

    "Then it keep growing in my hand...and I knew I'd better plan on doing
something to get his condition under control.  And while I was trying to
decide what to do, he placed his big black hands on my shoulders and kind of
pushed me down...on my knees in front of him.  What else could I do?  His
throbbing cock was still in my hand...about four inches from my face...so...I
did the only thing I could do...I kissed the head of his giant dick.  I
thought that maybe he'd be happy with that and let me get back up.  But it
didn't work out that way at all."

    "No?"

    "No!  Instead of being grateful that a woman like me had even allowed him
to position his cock so close to her mouth, he put his left hand behind my
head and pushed me closer to his stiff tool."

    By now she was licking my cock as she talked.  Licked and stroked and
then licked some more.  I reminded her about where we were.

    "Don't get too carried away, sweet, people are watching from the other
cars."

    "Can they see what I'm doing?"

    "Some can."

    "But not all?  Not everyone around can see me sucking you, can they?"

    "No, not all."

    "Then why don't you put the top down?"

    "Kristi!"

    She looked at me once more, and engulfed my entire cock in her mouth.
Just before she went all the way down on it, she smiled and mouthed the
words..."Do it!"

    By now traffic had stopped completely.  It was my best opportunity to do
what she wanted.  I reached up and unhooked the clasps holding the top on our
BMW, and pushed the button to lift the roof up and away.  To her credit, she
never stopped sucking me, even as she must have realized that now every car
around us knew she was sucking my cock like a cheap whore.  I knew I wouldn't
last long.  I urged her head off my dick.  I didn't want to come this soon.

    "Wait...you didn't tell me the rest of what happened.  After you had his
cock in your mouth...what did you do?"

    "I can't believe you're asking me that!  What do you think I did?  I just
sucked his dick until I felt him beginning to mount his orgasm...and then I
sucked him harder!  Oh, Phillip, you should have seen me sucking his black
cock...it would have made you come just watching."

    That part was probably true.  I often come at the point of another man
coming in her, either her mouth...or her pussy and especially in her ass.
But right now...I wanted to feel her mouth back on my hard cock.  I wanted to
come in her mouth.  Bit I also wanted to wait a little more.  She understood
and sat back up in her seat.  She made no attempt to cover my cock, but she
did open her purse and get her lip stick and compact out.  She sat next to
me...looking like the picture of primness and proper, reapplying her lipstick
as if she'd just finished a cup of coffee, instead of sucking my cock like
the hot bitch she is.  After pushing her hair back like she wears it, she
turned toward me...leaving my cock totally alone...and started to finish the
story.

    "Well...we reached that point that I knew there would be no denying this
man his come...and I felt like he'd be really pissed off if I took my mouth
off his cock this close to his coming...so I just sucked him harder and
harder, and undid his pants at the same time I was sucking.  His pants fell
to the floor when I had the snaps and belt undone...and during all this, I
never let him fall out of my mouth.  He was really pushing it into my throat,
too.  But I just relaxed my mouth and throat...and let him slide deeper into
my oral pussy.

    I was really excited at this point.  I knew what he was thinking...he
couldn't believe a classy white bitch like me would do this to him.  Just
when I was certain he was about to pop, he pulled his cock out of my mouth
and jerked me to my feet."

    "No way I'm going to waste my hot come in your mouth, Bitch!  I want some
of that fine white pussy!"

    "And then he fucked your pussy?"

    "No, not exactly.  I reached down between my legs...and if I thought
Suzanne had made me wet...well, she was amateur hour compared to this guy.  I
had a full handful of my own slick juiced in my left hand.  That's when I did
it."

    "Did what?"

    "Made it so he couldn't help but fuck me.  I smeared all those woman
juices of mine all around my ass hole, and then leaned over in front of him.
He didn't need an invatation.  He put his cock head against my ass hole and
started to shove.  He wasn't very gentle."

    "Did you ask him to be?"

    "No."

    "I see."

    "I knew he intended to ram his entire length in me, run his cock all the
way up my bowels, but i had other ideas.  I wanted that monster cock in my
pussy...not just my ass."

    "So?"

    "So I asked him if he wanted my pussy.  I think I said something like,
'Oh, baby...I want you in my tight hot pussy.  Fuck me like my husband does
there.'"

    "Then he asked me where my husband was, and I told him I wasn't sure, but
I thought you might be in Dallas.  He slid his cock out of my ass...and it
was really hard for me to let him do that...I was realling building a great
climax there, but he did it anyway.  He spoke to me in a really husky voice."

    "What did he say?"

    "I'm not able to quote him verbatim, but the gist of the conversation was
that I was about to get his cock inside my pussy...and did I want to clean
his dick before he 'barged' right in?"

    "And you said..."

    "Well, of course I wanted to clean his cock a bit...it had just been in
my ass...and now it was headed for my pussy.  I started to straighten up to
go get a towel...when he stopped me."

    "Use your mouth, bitch!"

    "The fuck I will," was my first reply.

    "Your first reply?"

    "Yeah.  But he grabbed me by my hair, bunching it up in his hand and
twisting it till he had my full attention."

    "I said use your mouth, cunt!"

    "I realized I had little choice in this matter, so I dropped back to my
knees and took his cock back inside my mouth.  He just rocked back and forth,
fucking my lips, fucking my mouth without mercy.  At first I could taste and
smell me on it...but as he continued to screw my face...I got back into the
feeling...and then, he shot off as I continued to suck."

    "You let him come in your mouth?"

    "Like I had a choice, right?"

    "What happened next?"

    "Well, after he emptied his balls in my mouth and all over my face and
breasts...I sort of sat back and looked up at him.  I mean...I didn't know if
that would be enough sex to finish him off...or if he'd want more."

    All the while, as she told me this story, she'd resumed her teasing of my
hard cock.  She had moved closer to me...and was whispering the story in my
ear, her hot breath making my cock harder, and her fingers, nails actually,
were making lines in the hard flesh of my manhood.  She wasn't actually
jerking my cock...but the effect was the same.  I wanted my wife right then,
more than ever.  And as I listened to her telling me about how this black man
had used her, used her mouth and her ass...I was getting hotter and hotter.

    "Finally, I told him I had to get cleaned up and go to work.  He didn't
seem impressed with that, but he did sort of snap out of the stupor he
appeared to be in."

    "Not yet, you don't, bitch.  I ain't had none of that white pussy yet."

    "I knew he wasn't going to leave without fucking me...and quite honestly,
I still hadn't come...so I stood back up, leaned over the wash table, (that
meant my ass was higher than the rest of me) and looked back over my
shoulder.  Finally I said to him...'Well, boy, if you want to fuck this white
woman, you better do it now.'"

    "You called him 'boy'?"

    "It was pretty obvious to me that he wanted to make this more powerful by
making it a white and black thing...so, yes...I used that term."

    Her fingers were barely touching my cock now, but I swear I'd never been
harder!

    "And then...?"

    "And then he fucked me."

    That's all I needed.  I didn't care about the details at that point.  The
minute my wife told me the black guy had pushed his cock into her pussy...I
was off like a bottle of the bubbly!  My reaction wasn't wasted on her.  She
leaned closer and finished my orgasm by whispering, barely audible, "So you
see...after he shoved himself into your wife's pussy, it was all I could do
not to faint...He poured his cum inside me...and fucked me like a whore.  He
fucked your bride like she was a street whore!"

    She accented what she'd just whispered by licking my ear, pushing her
tongue inside it, licking, washing, breathing hot breath all the time,
digging her blood red long fingernails into my cock...into my
thigh...insisting that I yield what cum I still held inside me!

    "So you see...If I'd have had an extra pair of panties, the man would
never have fucked me.  Oh, and by the way...I gave him the panties in the
dryer."

    She reached into the glove box of the car and withdrew some baby wipes we
keep there...for just such an occasion, and proceeded to clean me up...and
tuck Mr.  Happy back into my trousers...just as we were exiting.  The porno
shop was less than a block away.
