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My Wife's a Whore (M+F, orgy)
By Dave Carlile

      "I have to go out for a minute." Kerry stated flatly.

      She was dressed to kill, she was wearing makeup and her hair was done.

      "Where are you going?" I asked, knowing she would lie. I was tired of the
lying. I wanted to clear the air and tell her I knew she was selling sex, but I
couldn't think of a way to start. I wasn't sure how I felt about it; On one
hand, I felt I should be upset and angry at her for going behind my back and
being such a slut, but on the other hand, I was extremely excited by what she
was doing. I guess I felt a little guilty for not being as angry as I expected
myself to be, and I also felt embarassed that I was so turned on by it. I
wasn't certain how she would react -- whether she would think I was some sort
of a freak for not hating her for what she was doing.

      "I need to see Rachael for a minute..." She said, breezing past me.

      "You seem to do that a lot, lately." I said grudgingly "Just popping out
for a few minutes..."

      The door closed on me mid-sentence. I sat in the silence, trying to
formulate and idea about what to do with my wife.

      Kerry returned hours later with her hair dishevled and her clothes
rumpled.

      "Weren't you wearing lipstick when you left?" I asked. I suprised myself
by asking the question. My voice didn't sound angry when I asked the question
-- just honestly inquiring.

      Kerry stared at me for a second, then smiled strangely.

      "Sure," She said. "It wiped off." She watched me closely, judging my
reaction. She had called my bluff and I found myself unwilling to go further. I
had lost my nerve.

      "Why all the questions?" She asked casually. "You act as though you don't
believe me." The question didn't appear to be asked out of paranoia. She was
relaxed and in control. It sent a shiver down my spine.

      "I don't know..." I faltered. "I guess you have been going out a lot
lately..." I didn't want to go down this road; I was wholly unprepared. Kerry,
however, was the picture of calm. She was like a cat with a mouse.

      "Yes, but you seemed to be implying I have been up to something." She let
the statement hover between us for a while. She was smiling slightly, waiting
for my response. I remained silent, unable to think of anything to say. I felt
like a little kid. Kerry suddenly smiled broadly, as though she couldn't hold
in her mirth.

      "Come on," She said. "I know you know."

      "What do you mean?" I stuttered.

      "I know you know about my job." She stated matter-of-factly. She
continued to smile at me.

      "Starr told me you were there that day, that you were watching me through
the wall."

      "You have known I knew all along?" I asked, suddenly feeling incredibly
stupid.

      "Uh-huh." There was a pause. I couldn't formulate my thoughts for a
moment.

      "Starr told you WHEN I was there?" I asked, faltering.

      "Yes." She said, looking me in the eye. "The day that dance got... a
little out of control." She cast her eyes to the floor.

      "I hope you aren't too upset with me. It was something that just
happened. It wasn't planned." She didn't wait for me to answer. "Knowing that
you knew and that you didn't say anything to me, told me that you weren't too
oftly upset. Besides, Starr said you enjoyed yourself quite a bit."     Kerry
moved close to me and kissed me lightly on my lips. She pushed her breasts
lightly into my chest. She purred suggestively. She fondled my cock through my
pants which had grown suddenly hard.

      "Why don't you have a seat." she said, smiling. She pushed me gently onto
the couch and sat beside me. My wife expertly unfastened my pants and unzipped
me. She began to gently pump my cock with her hand. I could see that she wasn't
wearing a bra because her nipples were rigid beneath her thin blouse. She
continued to pump my cock as she talked.

      "Starr said she enjoyed... helping you out." My wife continued. "She said
she wouldn't mind getting together again. Would you like that? Would you like
Starr to come over some time?" I just groaned in reply. My cock was leaking
pre-cum and her hand was sliding easily up and down the shaft.

      "You know Starr isn't her real name." Said Kerry. "Her real name is
Rachael. That's who'se apartment I went over to tonight." My wife was watching
me carefully, now.

      "I'm sure Rachael would like to come over and suck your cock again. I
could probably talk her into fucking you too. She said you really had her
turned on." she was jacking me off quicker, now, and my pelvis was pushing
toward her pumping hand.

      "Would that turn you on? knowing I was watching you fuck another woman's
wet cunt?" Her dirty talk was really making me excited. I groaned as she fisted
my cock.

      "Rachael said you were really getting off watching me and it's only fair
for you to let me get off watching you." She was teasing me now, but I didn't
want her to stop jacking me off. "Rachael said you had quite a view. She said
you could see everything. Hmmmm... Your cock is really getting hard. Do you
want me to tell you how it felt to slide that man's big hard-on into me?" I
didn't reply, but my wife continued anyway, knowing I couldn't bear for her to
stop.

      "Just looking at the size of it made my pussy so wet..." She said, coyly
biting her lower lip. "Then when I was dancing, I couldn't keep my hands off of
it. It was like someone else was in my body, like I didn't have control of my
actions" My wife appeared to ponder for a moment as she rubbed the skin on my
cock up and down the shaft

      "His cock was so hot and hard, I wanted to rub it all over my body. I
couldn't help myself and I found myself rubbing my tits all over it. It felt so
big and slippery and hard and all I wanted was to make him shoot his hot
sperm." She smiled at me sweetly as she increased her tempo on my rigid cock.
"I have never seen a cock so big. When I put my hand on it I could feel his
heart pounding as it throbbed. It made me really hot to imagine what it would
feel like in my pussy. I was really ready to be fucked."

      "Why don't you suck it?" I asked. My voice cracked.

      "Oh, honey, you don't want me to do that. I wouldn't be able to talk
dirty to you."

      "I can tell it really turns you on to think about his big cock sliding in
and out of my wet pussy." She purred sexily. "Imagine me squatting over him
with his big, beautiful penis stretching my pussy so tight I can barely stand
it and there is nothing you can do to stop him from shooting his sticky cum in
my cunt."

      "I could feel it pushing way up inside of me and it was so hard and
skippery, I couldn't help but slam my cunt down on it again and again. I knew I
was going to cum and I felt so incredibly slutty, I just wanted to be that
man's whore; I wanted him to fill me with his sperm."

      I began to cum fiercely. My hot semen shot from my cock onto the floor
and across her hand. My wife smiled and got up. She got a tissue and wiped her
hand and cleaned up the mess. I was still horny and my cock was still semi
hard. I groped her short skirt and realized she wasn't wearing panties.

      "Come on, now." She admonished . "I think you've had enough for now." She
was teasing but I knew she meant it. I backed off immediately.

                      ************************************

      The next day at work, I couldn't stop thinking about my wife, the way she
had turned into such a slut. I noticed a co-worker, John, who was really no
more than a work aquaintance, looked like he was pretty hung over and I teased
him about it.

      "I had a pretty wild night." He admitted. "I was at my cousin's bachelor
party and things got pretty wild."

      "Tell me more." I smiled. John really looked like he'd had the time of
his life.

      "Well of course we were all drinking too much and watching pornos, but
then the strippers showed up and things just went crazy. They were so hot. They
did this strip routine where they were peeling eachother's clothes off, and
they were really getting into it. They started sucking eachother's tits and
rubbing their pussies. I couldn't believe it. Then they started taking $5 tips
for letting the guys to rub lotion on either their tits or thier ass. They must
have made a mint.

      "They got so into it they started rubbing lotion on eachother..." John
shook his head as though he still couldn't believe what he'd seen. "They were
actually getting off on this guy's living room floor. I was taking Polariods
and they didn't even care." John pulled a handful of pictures out of his coat
pocket and discreetly handed them to me.

      "I took these after they took a shower with the groom. He told us later
that they both sucked his cock at the same time." John paused to let me look at
the pictures. I felt myself breathing in sharply as I looked at the crude
photos of my wife and her friend Rachael fucking a number of strange men in
various different positions. Taking several cocks at once, lying on their backs
on the couch or the floor, my wife riding some guy's cock who was laying back
in an easy chair while he watched a porno on TV.

      "That's when it was my turn." Said John as he pointed at a picture he had
taken when Kerry had her beautiful lips stretched around his cock.

      "Wow." I said.

      "Wow is right." Said John. "I thought she was going to suck the skin
right off. Every guy must have shot his load into either her mouth or her
pussy. She was one hot bitch."

      "Wish I'd have been there." I said. John chuckled and stuffed his photos
back in his pocket.

      I found myself in the bathroom stroking off. The idea that John was
probably going to spend the rest of the day showing the guys in the office
pictures of my wife fucking and sucking a group of men really made me hard. I
made a mental note not to go to the Christmas party.


                        *******************************

      When I got home from work, I stripped off my tie and hugged the kids.
Kerry was primping.

      "Why don't we drop the kids off at my parents?" I said. "we can spend the
evening alone."

      "I have plans to meet Rachael." She said cooly.

      "Why don't I go along." I suggested. Kerry wouldn't look at me.

      "I don't think that's a good idea." She said.

      "What about what you were saying yesterday? About wanting to get together
with Rachael?" Kerry warmed.

      "I'm looking foreward to it, honey. I need to ask her, though. We can't
just show up and expect her to go along."

      "I know where you were yesterday." I said quietly. Kerry didn't say
anything. "A guy at work had pictures of a bachelor party."

      Kerry seemed to be trying to judge my intentions. I really wasn't sure
what my intentions were.

      "Do you have another bachelor party to go to?" I asked.

      "No." She said. "I'm going to someone's house."

      "Is Rachael going along?" I asked, suddenly enjoying the feeling of being
in control.

      "No she isn't." Said Kerry . I could see I was making her upset. "Why...
What do you want? Do you want to come and watch? Is that what you're asking? I
thought for a moment.

      "Sure." I said slowly. "I think I should go along. I don't want anythingto happen to you." Kerry seemed to be thinking hard.

      "I don't think the guy would be too receptive if I brought you along."
She said.

      "I could wait in the car." I countered.

      "What you mean is, you wouldn't mind watching through the window." She
replied. "You pervert." She was smiling now.

      "Hey, now." I said,, jokingly offended by her remark. "You call *me* the
pervert."

      Having dropped the kids off at their grandparents, we drove to another
part of the suburbs. My wife instructed me to park on the street and she told
me to wait a while before approaching the house, *if* I was still interested in
peeking in. Kerry got out of the car and approached the house. A man greeted
her at the door and after a brief exchange, the door closed and I was alone. I
waited 15 excruciating minutes before I finally got out of the car, quietly
closed the door, and crept up to the house.

      I didn't want the neighbors to call the police, so I went around back
where I hoped to watch in seclusion. There were several dark windows as well as
a pair of french doors which opened onto a small patio which was surrounded by
a privacy fence. Though it was dark, I could see the outline of a hot tub
inside the fence.

      I looked into the french doors. There were lights and movement in what
appeared to be the living room, beyond a darkened kitchen. I heard the dully
thumping bass of a stereo and my wife strutted into view. Her top was off and
she swaying sexily to the music dressed in a lacy bra, a very short black mini
and high heels. She was looking off to the side where I assumed her customer
was seated.

      My wife slowly eased her mini skirt up her hips, until her panty-covered
mound came into view. She traced her fingers lightly over her slit, through the
thin lacy material. She strutted toward the man and out of my view for a minute
or two and when she returned, she was no longer wearing her mini skirt. She
wore thong panties that left her full, rounded ass completely bare except for a
string that disappeared between her generous cheeks.

      Her dance was heating up and she was really grinding her hips. She began
to tease the man by unhooking her bra in front and pretending to take it off.
She didn't tease him long. Soon, she was strutting in and out of view, wearing
only her thong panties. Her heavy tits were smooth and creamy white. Her thick
nipples were erect and they pointed downward from her wide aereolas. She pushed
her tits up and together, rubbing them with the palms of her hands. She milked
her stiff nipples and pinched them to make them even stiffer.

      Finally she began to peel her panties, first only exposing the top of her
bush, then the rest; she rolled them over her hips and let them fall to the
floor. Her dark pubic hair was trimmed close to her pubic mound and, rather
than obscure, it appeared to accentuate her beautiful labia. She disappeared
once again, this time for a longer time period and I began to get concerned
that I was missing out, so I crept to the side of the house behind a bush to
see if I could get a better view. I looked through the window to see the
stranger, who was naked, sitting back on the couch. He looked like he was about
fourty years old with a trim body and olive toned skin. His penis was
uncircuncised and stood over his belly, fully erect.

      My beautiful wife strutted back and forth in front of him, showing him
her beautiful body. He reached up and ran his hand over her hip, where it
flared outward from her waist, and down, as she passed, to the smooth skin of
her muscular ass. She sat herself on the arm of the couch and ran her fingers
lightly down her chest. Her fingertips found her nipples and they swirled
around, causing her aereolas to crinkle with excitement. Her fingertips
continued to trace downward, to her flat belly where they played for a moment
with her bellybutton, then continued. She plucked coyly at her thin pubic hair.

      Her labia was swollen with excitement and was distended from her cleft.
Her clitoris protruded at the top where her labia joined; she lightly traced
her fingers over it and shivered with excitement. My wife ran her fingers
hypnotically around her vaginal opening, smearing her swolen lips with the
secretions that leaked out.

      The stranger brushed his hand against the inside of her thigh, tickling
her taught skin, ran his hand across her pussy, bumping her clit lightly, then
to the other thigh where he swirled his hand lightly around, tracing the
muscles beneath. My wife spread her legs wider in anticipation. The stranger
ran his thick finger down the center of her stomach, deliberately slowing as he
rubbed her clitoris, then pushing it between the velvety lips of her cunt. She
pushed her hips foreward and nibbled seductively on her lip.

      The man rubbed her pussy for a while longer, poking his thick finger into
her wet opening a few times, then Kerry took his hand and cleaned his finger by
taking it all the way into her mouth and slowly drawing it out as she stared
into his eyes. Moving off the couch and lowering herself, she reached down and
grabbed the base of his cock. She squatted and reguarded his penis as she
slowly jacked it off. She took it into her mouth and wetted it thouroughly with
spit. She swirled her soft pink tongue around it's head, then took it in her
mouth once again, corkscrewing her soft lips against the skin of his shaft.
Kerry's cheeks flexed inward and she bobbed her head up and down his cock like
the professional whore she was.

      After a while, Kerry stopped and said something to the man. The stranger
took my wife by the hand and led her into the kitchen. I saw the light come on
at the back of the house and I crept around to investigate. The stranger and my
wife were climbing into the hot tub. The stranger had his back to me, so I used
the opportunity to approach the privacy fence. Kerry saw me but she didn't
aknowledge my presence.

      Kerry straddled the strangers lap and, I assumed, lowered herself onto
his cock. She stared into my eyes while he licked and sucked her tits and as
she slowly and deliberately slid her pussy up and down his cock. Then she
smiled at me sexily, she knew how much it turned me on to witness her selling
her wet pussy.

      My slutty wife abruptly got up and bent over and leaned on the far side
of the tub. Her beatuful ass was toward me and after the man fondled the puffy
outer lips of her cunt for a moment, he stood and slid his stiff cock into her.
I watched as his ass cheeks flexed and his glistening cock disappeared into her
up to the hilt again and again, each time pulling out until just his cock's
head rested between her shiny lips. Kerry groaned and returned his thrusts. She
rotated her sexy ass and bucked her hips in time with his frenzied jabs.

      The stranger reached foreward and grabbed a big breast in each hand. He
used them for handles as he rammed the length of his cock into her dripping
pussy. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled sexily at him.

      "Fuck me." She said.

      The stranger plowed her cunt all the harder, jarring her whole body with
each thrust.

      "Fuck me HARD." She said again. My wife tilted her sexy hips back as far
she could to allow the man's cock the deepest possible penetration. In a frenzy
of thrusts, the man finally reached orgasm and he rammed his spurting prick
into her as hard and as far as it would go and held it there until every last
drop of semen had been shot deep in her wet cunt.

      The stranger pulled his cock out and sat down heavily in the hot tub. He
was breathing heavily. Kerry ran her fingers through his hair and whispered
something to him.

                           **************************

      Kerry got into the car and sat down. She was flushed and she smelled like
chlorine. She hadn't waited any time throwing on her clothes and dashing to the
car. In the glow of the dash lights I could clearly see the outline of her
nipples beneath her top which clung to her damp breasts. It told me she wasn't
wearing her bra and I assumed she wasn't wearing her thong either.

      "Tell me about it." I said. "Did you enjoy it?" Kerry smiled and looked
over at me.

      "Sure. I always do." She purred. "Did you enjoy watching?"

      "Yeah." I said.

      "It really made me hot to see you there watching. I felt so slutty and
sexy."  My wife confessed. "I wanted you to see that man use me. I wanted you
to watch as he fucked me hard and shot his sperm into me." Kerry unzipped my
pants and pulled on my rigid cock.

      "Does it turn you on, honey?" Kerry pouted. "To watch me fuck for money?"
Kerry pulled a wad of bills out of her pocket book. It looked like she had
about $300. She put the money back and continued to stroke me.

      "Why don't you pull over so I can fuck you with my cummy cunt?". She
said. She didn't have to ask twice. I pulled over to the side of the road,
rolled the seat back and reclined it. My wife climbed on top of me, shaking
with excitement. Before she could plunge her pussy down on my cock, I reached
up and felt her swollen labia and her hard little clitoris nestled beneath the
hood. Her whole pubic area was slippery with the stranger's semen.

      She lowered herself slowly on my aching penis. Her cunt felt smooth, hot
and very wet. She began to slowly ride me up and down.

      "I love being a whore." She whispered in my ear. "I loved it even more
when I knew you were watching. I felt like such a slut and all I wanted was to
fuck him for you and make him cum. I wanted to rub my entire body on his cock."
Kerry's pussy was leaking cum around the base of my cock as it whisked
effortlessly up and down my shaft.

      "Do you like the way my dirty cunt feels on your cock? Is it smooth and
slippery?" She whispered, leering in my ear. "Did his cum make me all ready for
you you to fuck me?"   My wife artfully twisted her hips as she rode my cock.

      "I can feel you inside me." She said. "I can feel the head of your cock
rub up and down the inside of my pussy." Kerry tilted her hips foreward so we
could both watch my cock disappear in and out of her cunt.

      "Hmmm...." She groaned. "That feels so nice." She wiggled her ass back
and forth and rimmed her slick pink hole around my cock like an 'o'. Her
swollen and shiny pussy lips gripped tenaciously at my cock each time she
lifted herself off of me. It felt like her cunt was milking my cock gently. I
reached down to feel her silky vaginal lips and the region of her groin where
her legs joined her muscular hips as I slipped in and out of her.

      My wife became more and more excited. A light coating of sweat coated her
muscular legs and she was earnestly screwing herself down on my stiff cock.

      "I'm going to come." She grunted. She ground her clit against the base of
my cock and I began to spurt. Before I was finished, Kerry orgasmed, driving
herself down on my slippery cock with a single minded determination.

      Afterward she lay on top of me, both of us just breathing.

                               -=(Dave Carlile)=-

                               WHORE-6.TXT (6/6)

Don't read this if... whatever.


                               MY WIFE AS A WHORE
                                    PART VI
                                       By
                               -=(Dave Carlile)=-

      Kerry and I lay on the couch, our arms around eachother. I was trying to
relax after a long day at the office and my wife was winding down from a long
day of erotic dancing and other, more larcenous activity. There was nothing
good on TV, so we were listening to our favorite jazz station on the radio.

      "How was your day?" She asked me. "Is that situation with the Burns
account getting any better?"

      "Fine." I said. "...and no, the Burns account is still failing. How was
your day?"

      "I had a good day..." Said my wife, smiling. "I danced most of the day,
then I kicked off early. I had one of my special clients today."

      "Special client, huh? Lets hear about it... Were you a very naughty
girl?" I said. Kerry stretched and purred in the back of her throat.

      "I had an appointment with Dr. Houser today." Said Kerry. "Do you want me
to tell you what happened at my appointment?" I just chuckled. She knew how
much I liked hearing about her liasons with her special clients. Kerry began to
tell me about her experience.

      Dr. Houser had her schedule the last appointment of the day, so he could
take as long as he wanted. She dressed just the way he always had her dress: A
conservative ankle length dress and flats. Underneath, he had her wear white
stockings, plain white cotton panties and a matching bra. Of course nobody in
the doctor's office was aware what was going on. They thought she was just
another one of his patients. She told me he uses her to vent certain
'pressures' that build up after weeks of treating sexy housewives all day long.
Poor Dr. Houser fantasizes about the women who come in but he has to wait for
my wife to visit to act them out.

      The nurse showed her to the examination room, took her blood pressure and
her temperature and told her to take off her dress and wait on the examination
table. Dr. Houser always makes her wait at least a half hour. When he finally
came in, he pretended he wasn't interested in what she was wearing. He was very
business-like. He asked how she has been feeling and whether she has any
concerns or questions. She told him she's never felt better. He likes her to
act like an innocent young (horny) housewife who doesn't know what her naughty
doctor is up to.

      "I just wiggled around a lot and stuck out my chest to give him a show
while we chatted. He told me he wanted to listen to my heart." His hand shook
as he put the stethescope on her breastbone, between her soft tits. He had her
breathe a few times and he took his time moving the cold instrument around her
chest. The stethescope was cold and her nipples got hard and pushed out beneath
the thin material of her bra. He 'accidently' brushed his hand across her
nipple.

      She asked him if he was going to give her a breast exam. He said women
normally gave themslelves breast exams. He asked if she wasn't sure if she
meant a mamogram, in which case he would schedule one. She told him she had
meant a breast exam and that she wasn't sure she was doing it right. She asked
him to show her.

      He asked her to remove her bra. She unhooked it in front and let her
heavy tits slide from the cups. She rubbed them lightly with her palms and made
her rubbery nipples poke out even further. She stuck out her chest, offering
him her tits. His hands were warm and strong, He explained how she should give
herself a breast exam as he caressed her tits. He pulled her nipples and
squeezed them -- "I felt it twinge in my pussy." She admitted to me, "I was
starting to get wet."

      They talked about the importance of regular self breast exams as he stood
in front of her and milked my wife's nipples and rubbed them. She could see
that he was getting hard. That's when she pretended to remember a mole she had
been meaning to show him. She told him it was right beneath the band of her
panties in the front. She pulled it down a little and she couldn't find it so
she pulled the elastic down a little further. She poked through her pubic hair
but I still couldn't find it. Little by little she pulled her panties down
until her pussy was fully exposed. Her moist lips had begun to unpetal out from
her slit and her sexual aroma filled the examination room. "I'm so embarassed"
She told him, still holding down her panties to let the doctor gaze at her
glistening labia. 'I swear it was there before. Can a mole just go away?' He
said no, a mole can't just go away.

      "She asked him if she should have a pelvic exam. she told him she hadn't
been to her OBGYN in a while and maybe she should get it over with while she
was here. He agreed that it might be a good idea. He said as long as he was
giving her a complete examination he would like her to bend over the table
first, though. He asked my sexy wife to remove her panties. They slipped off
without taking off her stockings. He asked her if she wanted to put her bra
back on but she said she would wait until the examination was over. She bent
over the table and pressed her soft tits into the cold crinkly paper.

      Kerry felt him spread her cheeks and dab something cold on her asshole.
He was wearing a latex glove and he pushed his index finger into her asshole.
She felt her asshole grip his finger. "It felt so slippery and hard in my ass,"
She told me, biting her lip as she remembered the sexy moment. her pussy was
really getting wet and she wanted to moan out loud. Dr. Houser wiggled his
finger in her ass for a while and drew it in and out a few times, then she felt
him touch her wet pussy with his other hand.

      She acted offended. "Dr. Houser! Aren't you supposed to do my pelvic exam
while I'm on my back, in the stirrups?" Dr. Houser is a quick thinker, though.
"I am merely testing elasticity, dear." he said in a fatherly tone. He
continued to probe her pussy with his fingers. He finally pulled his finger out
of her asshole and threw away the glove. He asked her to roll over on her back.
Dr. Houser raised the stirrups and placed her feet in them. My wife's legs were
spread wide and her pussy was fully exposed. "I was really getting horny and I
wanted him to take out his cock and fuck me with it." My wife remembered. He
poked her with his finger and smeared her pussy juice around her hole.

      He told her she was lubricating well. He pushed his finger into her as
far as it would go. He asked her if she had any discomfort. She said no. He
asked her if everything seemed to be functioning properly when she had
intercourse. She blushed. She told him sometimes it hurt a little.

      He asked her if she had any idea why it might hurt.

      She pretended to be coy again. "I think my husband may be a little too
big for me... you know, his *thing*."

      Dr. Houser smiled. "I'm sorry if I seem to be getting a little personal,
Kerry. You can relax -- I'm your doctor. Now, does your husband prepare you
before you have intercourse?"     He said.

      She just looked at him for a second. "Prepare me?"

      "Yes," said Dr. Houser. "Do you engage in foreplay? Do you kiss and
fondle one another before he slides his penis into your vagina?" He continued
to move his fingers around in her pussy. Her hips were moving in rythm with his
probing fingers.

      She really pretended to blush then. She told him "Sometimes, but not
usually. Usually he just gets on top of me and puts it into me. Could that be
why it hurts?"

      Dr. Houser said "Yes, that's probably why it hurts."

      "Dr. Houser, what should I do?" He told her she needed to make sure she
was fully lubricated before she allowed her husband to penetrate.

      "How do I do that, Dr. Houser?' she asked. He said she should try
'digital stimulation'.

      "You appear to be quite lubricated right now." He added. "Perhaps you are
becoming lubricated as an invoulentary response to the pelvic exam."

      She reached down between her spread legs and felt her pussy. Her labia
was shiny with juice and her clit was poking out in excitement. The room was
full of the smell of sex. He continued to gently probe my wife's wet cunt as
she lay on her back on the examination table.

      "Gee, I AM getting lubricated. My vagina never feels like that when my
husband and I have intercourse. I bet if I had sex right now, it wouldn't hurt
at all... I bet it would feel really good." Her nipples were rubbery and stiff
and she reached up and caressed them. "My nipples are getting hard, too, Dr.
Houser. Is this what you mean by 'prepared'?"

      "Yes, Kerry." He said, sliding his fingers rythmically between her
clinging pussy lips. "Your vagina is quite lubricated and sexually receptive. I
see your clitoris is also rather erect. You seem to be having an unusually
strong sexual response to my pelvic exam."

      "Then, suddenly, I felt the head of his big cock pressing against my
pussy." She said to me as she idly fondled her pussy through her panties

      "Dr. Houser!" She gasped.

      Dr. Houser's thick penis protruded from his lab coat and he was prodding
it slowly into my slutty wife's wet opening.

      "There's only one way to really tell if a young woman's vagina is fully
prepared for sex." Said Dr. Houser. "Your's appears to be passing the test
beautifully." Dr. Houser began to stroke is rigid cock in and out of my willing
wife's cunt. It returned from each plunge thickly coated with slippery juice.

      "Stop! What will my husband say? Hmmmmnnnnnnnn. Oooh, Dr. Houser, that
feels so good, but it's wrong! Please stop... Oh, mmmmnnnnn... Your cock is so
HARD."

      Dr. Houser slid his plump cock in and out of my wife's juicy cunt as she
sexily begged him to stop. Still on her back with her legs in the stirrups, she
grabbed her ass with both hands and spread herself wider to allow the doctor to
pound her cunt. Her tits bounced on her chest as Dr. Houser fucked her with an
ever increasing tempo.

      "Oh, Kerry." Breathed Dr. Houser to my wife. "Just try to think of this
as 'therapy'. His glistening cock had reached that particular rigidity which is
common just before ejacualation. He puffed and sweated as his penis disappeared
again and again between the slippery and swollen lips of her excited cunt. Her
sexy, curvaceous body writhed and humped back at the man, trying to draw sexual
release from his jabbing cock.

      "I think I'm going to cum." Moaned my wife to her doctor, the region
around her slick cunt was hot and dripping with sweat and lubricative juices.
Her ripe breasts were flushed and her nipples rigid with excitement. She
grimaced, overtaken with the orgasmic feelings coming from her pussy. The
doctor's cock plunged quickly now, rubbing the silky walls of her cunt.

      "Ooooh, doctor." Moaned Kerry. "I'm cumming... Please don't stop...
Oooohhhmmnnnnn!"

      Dr. Houser, not yet at that plateau, hammered his glistening boner into
the soft folds of her pussy as my wife writhed on the examination table, out of
breath and yelping, twisting her torso in ecstacy. The doctor's penis was shiny
and red and his pubic hair was matted with my wife's cum. He slammed his pubic
bone against her clit as she came again, her tits jostling on her chest with
each thrust.

      "Oh God! Yes! Fuck me... Fuck me... Ungh... Ungh... Ungh... Fuck me
HARDER!"

      Dr. Houser began to ejaculate, pumping his semen into my wife as her cunt
sucked at his throbbing cock.

                               -=(Dave Carlile)=-
