This is a sexually explicit story.  If you are under
eighteen then stop now. If you find this type of material
offensive then don't read it,  If you do decide to read it,
I hope you enjoy and please let my wife and I know what you
think! (bhandwalke@aol.com)
Wife Stories #1
Copyright 1993 by Bhandwalker
        Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Dave and my
wife's name is Lena. We have been happily married for the
past 7 years and have two beautiful little girls. Our sex life
has always been very good and we are both a little kinky. How
this all started I'll never know, but now that it has it's hard
to put an end to it.
        About a year ago my best friend Kyle came down to our house to
spend the evening watching a few movies and check out some new
programs for the computer. The kids had gone to their
grandmothers for the weekend and we had the house to ourselves.
I decided we needed some beer and perhaps some spaghetti for
supper. Lena suggested we all take a ride to the store and
pick up what we wanted. Everything was going well and we had a
nice supper and drank a few brews. Lena had also picked up a
bottle of wine and was feeling fine.
        Later, we all settled down on the couch to watch a movie. I was
sitting on the end, with Lena in the middle and Kyle on the
other side. We were all getting into the movie when I felt
Lena's hand start to rub my cock through my pants. Well, it
was kind of dark and I wasn't feeling to bad myself so I just
enjoyed it and started to fell her tits discreetly. Kyle was
still enjoying the movie so I decided to get a little more
daring. I reached up under her shirt and starting squeezing her
bare breasts. Let me tell you, my wife has the most magnificent
tits with nipples that stand out a good half inch and they were
rock hard. I guess having her tits felt up while another man was
only inches away was a real turn on for her. She nonchalantly
laid her head on my shoulder and arched her back so I could get
better access to her beautiful tits. While we were doing this
she was drinking more wine and getting more daring in her
actions. She lifted her shirt, exposing one of her breast and
kissed me deeply. I think Kyle was starting to feel a bit
uncomfortable but just continued to watch the movie pretending
to be oblivious to what was going on. Lena continued to heat
up and lifted her shirt exposing both of her tits and was
moaning slightly as I continued to massage them for her. At this
point I could see Kyle stealing glances towards her chest but
pretended not to notice. Like I said before she has a gorgeous
set of tits and I was for some reason getting extremely turned
on knowing another man was enjoying the view. Lena then
shifted her body and laid her head on my lap like she was tired
and her feet were resting against Kyle's legs. She made no
effort to cover her tits and I continued to play with them. I
think it was at this point that Kyle lost all interest in the
movie and got really interest in what was happening in front of
his eyes. Well after about forty five minutes of massaging her
tits I wanted more. I placed my hand on her pussy and started
rubbing it through her pants. She really seemed to like this and
started moaning a little louder. While I rubbing her ass and
pussy I noticed her feet had made there way to Kyle's lap and he
was rubbing them for her. I really didn't know what to think but
at that moment she slowly unzipped my pants and took my cock out
and Kyle rubbing her feet was the least of my concerns. She took
her finger and placed it in her mouth looked me in the eyes and
started sucking on it. During all this her tits were totally
exposed and Kyle was getting an eyeful. She then took her saliva
moistened finger and started running it in a circular motion
around the head of my cock. I really couldn't take much more. I
was more excited then I had been in quite a while and my cock
had taken on a life of it's own. I grabbed the back of her head
and pushed it down towards my cock hoping she would get the
hint. She did, and in a flash was giving me one of her expert
blowjobs. Her head was bobbing up and down and I was watching
her beautiful face as she sucked me off. At this point I glanced
back towards Kyle and saw that he had his hand between my wife's
legs and was rubbing her pussy through her pants. She had made
no effort do stop him and I decided "what the hell". Her tits
had been exposed practically all night so I stopped her from
sucking my cock long enough to lift her shirt off. I then told
her she should lose her pants. In record time she had them off
and was totally naked with her head in my lap and her legs
draped over Kyle's thigh's. She went back to playing with my
cock and Kyle now had easy access to her beautiful pussy and was
exploring her like there was no tomorrow. Deciding to enjoy what
was going on I laid my head back and closed me eyes. My wife's
warm mouth was working it's magic while my best friend was
playing with her pussy. All of a sudden she lifted her head off
my cock and let out a little yelp. It seems Kyle had tired of
feeling her up and had replaced his fingers with his tongue. He
was eating her cunt and she was loving it. I decided at this
point I was going to get undressed myself. I got up off the
couch and removed my pants and shirt and watched my wife with
her eyes closed lay back as my best friend renewed his oral
assault on her pussy. I stood there and stroked my cock while I
watched him reach up and feel her tits while continuing so eat
her out. I knelt beside the couch and started stroking my wife's
face as my friend continued to eat her cunt and play with her big
tits. She turned toward me and smiled and told me to fuck her
face. I placed my cock between her lips and slowly pumped in and
out of her mouth as I watched Kyle play with her. I then told
Kyle he should try her mouth while I fucked her. She seemed to
like this idea because she got on all fours on the couch and
presented her beautiful ass and pussy to both of us. Kyle got
undressed and moved around to her head while I licked her ass and
rubbed her clit. I looked up to see my beautiful wife stroking
his cock while sucking on his balls. I then mounted her from
behind and pumped my cock into her pussy while she continued to
suck Kyle like a wanton slut. She was loving the attention and
was grinding her hips into me as I fucked her. I was close to
cumming and when I saw her turn around and smile at me while
stroking Kyle's cock that's all it took. I took my cock out and
sprayed her ass with what felt like a gallon of cum. My wife
then took her right hand and while continuing to stroke Kyle
with her left, rubbed my cum into her pussy and all over her
ass. The sight of this must of pushed Kyle over the edge too, I
heard him grunt and saw my wife lower her head onto his cock and
swallow every drop. She then lifted her head off his cock, wiped
her lips and gave us both a big kiss.
        Kyle stayed that night on the couch while we slept upstairs. In
the morning none of us mentioned what had happened the night
before and Kyle left for home after breakfast. He's been back
since and everytime he comes over we end up fucking and sucking
my wife more intensely then before.
This is a sexually explicit story.  If you are under
eighteen then stop now. If you find this type of material
offensive then don't read it,  If you do decide to read it,
I hope you enjoy and please let my wife and I know what you
think! (bhandwalke@aol.com)
Wife Stories #2
Copyright 1994 by Bhandwalker
 
After our first experience with Kyle our lives pretty much
returned to normal. Not much was said about the incident. Kyle
and I continued to talk on the phone at regular intervals and no
mention was made of the fact that I had watched him pump his cum
into Lena's mouth, my beautiful wife of seven years. 
Four months after the first encounter I again invited Kyle down
to our house. He had acquired some new computer programs and we
were going to check them out. When Kyle decided to accept my
invitation to come down and perhaps spend the night I called my
wife at work. I asked her if she would mind if Kyle came down.
She didn't even hesitate and said that it was OK with her. Later
in the conversation she told me she would pick up some wine and
beer at the store on her way home. 
Well, her quick acceptance told me she was looking forward to
some company, maybe even a little something else. Truthfully, I
was getting turned on picturing her with another man and decided
to set up a little surprise for her. I remembered an old
computer program I had downloaded some years before. I believe
the name of it is INTERSEX or something to that effect.
Basically, it's a X-rated version of monopoly, with players
buying up property. When you land on someone else's property you
are expected to pay the rent. There are two options, either
"pay" or "work". If you choose to pay the money that's fine, on
the other hand you can choose to "work" which means you have to
perform a computer generated task on the owner. Oh, and if your
out of money you really don't have a choice! I found the game on
a diskette way back in the archives and installed it on the hard
drive. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it yet, but
just in case, it was available.
Kyle arrived about an hour later and we sat down and talked for
a while. He told me about his new job and filled me in on what
had been going on in his life. I told him Lena was still at
work but she would be home in an hour or so. We decided to use
this free time to go and check out the programs he had brought
over on the computer. We went up to the bedroom, where it just
happens the computer is, and looked over what he had brought.
The programs were OK, but my mind was on other things. During
this entire time no mention was made of what had happened with
my wife on his previous visit. I mentioned that I had just
downloaded a new "adult" type game for the PC. Kyle smiled and
checked the game out briefly. I had never played it before so I
didn't really know what to expect. We both scanned a few rolls
of the dice and still didn't really know what to expect. We then
turned off the computer and went downstairs to have a beer before
Lena came home.
Lena arrived home at around 6:00pm. She said "hi" to us and
went into the kitchen to put away the wine and beer she had
bought at the store. I slipped into the kitchen to give her a
kiss hello and she greeted with an deep kiss. Deciding not to
rush things too much I grabbed a couple of beers and went back
into the living room with Kyle. I gave Kyle his beer and we sat
on opposite ends of the coach to watch a little TV. Lena came
in shortly and sat down between us. We all talked for awhile and
had a few more drinks. I mentioned to Lena the new "adult"
style game I had downloaded. She seemed interested in the game
and asked what it involved. We both told her we had only looked
at it briefly and were not really sure. I told Lena we had a
few more things to take care of on the computer and asked Kyle
to come upstairs with me. We went upstairs and were playing a
new game he had brought over when Lena came in. She had
changed into her silk robe and was holding a class of wine and
feeling quite good. She mentioned the game and said she wanted
to see it. I ran the game and set it up for three players. There
were different levels of play, such as G, PG, R, X. We chose the
X level. I went first and it started out basically the same as
monopoly, you rolled the dice and bought up property. We all had
money at the start so for about three turns around the board
everyone was basically safe. We all had some properties and were
low on money at this point. I was the first to run out of money
and had to pay the rent by "working". The so called "task"
started out fairly simple, things like tell a fantasy or remove
one article of clothing. As the game went on I had lost my shirt
and was sitting in just me pants. I think this was the turning
point, we had been drinking some more and were all kind of
excited at the thought of what we were doing. The is something
strangely exciting when a computer randomly generates a sexual
task for you. 
On the next turn Lena landed on one of Kyle's properties. She
had enough money to pay the "rent" but decided to be frugal and
"work" instead, the "task" was to remove her shirt. Since all she
had on was a silk robe she untied the sash and slipped her robe
off exposing her luscious breasts. She stood before us with her
beautiful tits jutting out and a pair of white cotton panties
covering her sweet pussy. Kyle and I looked at her and smiled and
went back to playing the game, not wanting to spoil the
atmosphere. I took my turn and landed on one of my wife's
properties. I was out of money and had to preform one of the
specified "tasks". I had to lick her tits for two minutes. My
wife said that sounded OK to her and I set about doing my duty. I
licked her tits and sucked on her nipples for a good five
minutes. I could feel Kyle's eyes on us as but at this point I
didn't care. My wife was moaning softly and enjoying the
sensation of having her tits sucked in front of another man. I
could see her looking at Kyle while I sucked her tits, she would
look him in the eyes, smile, and run her tongue around her lips.
She sure didn't seem too shy right now. We wrapped up our "task"
and got back to the game. 
It was now Kyle's turn and he landed on one of Lena's
properties. At this point he had enough of the "pay" and
chose to "work". The so-called "task" was simple enough. It said
he had to kiss my wife deeply, using some tongue for three
minutes. I wasn't really sure how Lena would respond to this
but she didn't leave me guessing for long. She leaned over
Kyle's chair, and with her tits hanging in his face started
kissing him. I watched as my wife plunged her tongue into his
mouth and was kissing him like a pro. This went on for the
allotted three minutes (I was timing them!). My wife broke the
kiss and smiled at Kyle. She then turned to me, smiled, and
pinched her own nipples for just me to see. It was the time to
get back to the game. 
My next turn was uneventful. Lena then went and landed on my
property. Again, even though she had the money she chose to
"work" vs "pay. The computer told her she had to suck my cock
for two minutes. I stood in front of my wife and dropped my
pants. I still had my underwear on and she reached up and pulled
them down. My cock was sticking straight out in front of her and
she reached out and stroked it. My wife then started sucking my
cock for all she was worth. It was the most intense blow job she
had ever given me. She was extremely hot and was squeezing my ass
and fingering my balls while she sucked and liked my cock. At the
end of three minutes she stood up, wiped her lips, and suggested
we get back to the game. I had a raging hard-on and my balls were
starting to ache.     
On the next turn Kyle landed on Lena's property. He had lost
all his money and had no choice but to "work". Although at this
point he could have been the richest player and he still would
have "worked". The task he had drawn was to eat out my wife for 5
minutes. At this point my wife was putting on a hell of a show.
She stood up, looked me in the eye and lowered her panties. She
was now totally nude and very proud of her body. My wife keeps
her pussy shave around the lips and she was ready for action. She
laid on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, grabbed both
of her tits and told Kyle to get to it. He looked at me and I
smiled and shook me head. He the got between my wife's legs and
slowly liked all around her mound. She was moaning and kneading
her tits while he teased all around her pussy. Finally, after
about a minute of this Kyle stuck his tongue deep in her pussy.
She let out a little scream, and Kyle ate her hard for the next
two minutes. I was getting quite turned on by the sight of my
wifed being eaten out by another man. At the end of the three
minutes I had to remind them it was time to stop. 
It was time to turn the game off and just let Lena take over.
My wife grabbed both of our cocks and had us sit one the edge of
the bed together. She then knelt in front of us and started to
alternately suck one cock as she played with the other. She told
us to use her as our "slut" for the night. I hesitated and asked
her if she was sure. She just smiled back and said she wanted to
be our "slut" and would do anything we wanted. Who am I to argue
with my wife! I then told her I wanted to see her suck Kyle's
cock as I fucked her from behind. She had Kyle get on the bed and
started giving him a great blow job. Lena the raised her ass
towards me and spread her pussy lips with two fingers. I climbed
behind her ass and slipped my cock in her pussy. As I was pumping
her pussy I could see her licking and sucking on Kyle's cock. He
was moaning and playing with her hair as she sucked him. I was
getting close to cumming so I pulled out and told her I wanted to
play with her tits now. She pulled her head off of Kyle's cock
and rolled over exposing her big tits in there most perfect
position. I was on her right side and Kyle was on her left. We
both grabbed one of her tits and starting squeezing them and
pinching her nipples. She had her eyes closed and was smiling. I
lowered my head and started liking her tits and sucking on her
nipples. Kyle  moved down to her pussy and was sucking on her
clit and running his tongue over her pussy lips. She raised her
ass to meet his mouth and grabbed my head and started kissing me.
She was giving me the wettest, sloppiest kiss and it was great.
We continued kissing for what seemed like hours while Kyle ate
her pussy. I looked to down to see how Kyle was doing and saw his
cock positioned at the entrance to my wife's pussy. He was
rubbing the head up and down the length of her pussy lips and it
was covered with her wetness. Lena then turned over and got on
all fours. She motioned for me to put my cock in her mouth and
had Kyle get behind her to fuck her pussy. My wife lowered her
head to my crotch and started sucking my cock. She had also
spread her pussy so Kyle could stick his cock in. I could feel
her riding his cock as she gave me another great blow job. She
looked so hot with a cock sliding in and out of her pussy while
she was sucking me. After about ten minutes I couldn't take it
anymore. Kyle had been fucking her faster and harder, and the
sight plus the sensation on my cock was more then I could stand.
My wife doesn't enjoy the taste of cum all that much and prefers
to use it as skin cream. I told her I was about to cum and she
looked me in the eyes and jerked my cum all over her face and
tits. Kyle then let out a moan as he squirted a load all over her
ass and pussy. 
We all fell asleep after that. I was awakened twice in the night
by the sound of my wife and Kyle having sex. Once when I awakened
she was sitting on top of Kyle's cock bouncing up and down as he
played with her tits. The other time I looked over and he was
fucking her tits as she licked the end of his cock. The next day
we all felt pretty good and had a big breakfast together. Kyle
then said good-bye and said we should get together again soon!  
This is a sexually explicit story.  If you are under
eighteen then stop now. If you find this type of material
offensive then don't read it,  If you do decide to read it,
I hope you enjoy and please let my wife and I know what you
think! (bhandwalke@aol.com)
Wife Stories #3
Copyright 1995 by Bhandwalker 
 
	
 
	Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Dave and I'm a
successful 
computer professional. I'm married with children and lead a perfectly
normal, white, 
middle-class lifestyle. My wife's name is Lena and she is the best thing
that  has 
ever happened to me, she is a great mother and the perfect companion.
There is 
only one problem, I have a tendency to want to see my beautiful wife fuck
around 
with other men, not very often mind you, but the thought of Lena and
another guy 
together gets me very excited. 
 
	I had this fantasy filled once when, after a night of drinking she
let one of my 
friends who was staying over get a little closer the he should have. Bob
is friend I 
had while in High School. We live a couple of hours apart so when we visit
each 
other we usually spend the night, due to the fact we like to relive our
youth, and I 
guess for better or worse that included some heavy duty partying. Hey, at
least now 
we have enough sense not to drive afterward!  
	Bob called me on Tuesday and asked if we had any plans this
weekend. As 
is happens we were not planning on doing much of anything so we decided to
get 
together on Saturday evening. As I mentioned earlier we usually plan on
staying the 
night when we visit and Bob asked if that was OK with Lena. I had Bob hold
on 
while I asked Lena what she thought. She said that would be fine with her
and that 
she was looking forward to the company. I told Bob everything was all set
and I'd 
see him on Saturday.
	During the rest of the week I decided to test the waters with my
wife. I wanted 
to see her with another guy and thought this was as good a chance as any.
Bob 
was a good friend who I could trust to be both discrete and safe. During a
particularly heated lovemaking session one night I started whispering to
her how it 
would turn me on to see her with another man, or in a threesome with
myself and 
another man. She started saying how I was really turning her on and I
better stop 
that kind of talk or she might just be a really BAD girl Saturday. I asked
her what 
she meant by bad, and she proceeded to tell me that she found Bob very
attractive 
and if I wanted to see her stuffed with another guy's cock that it could
be arranged. 
Well, I was taken a bit by surprise by my wife's statement, I wasn't sure
if she was 
serious or just fantasizing. Not one to push my luck I just smiled at her
and pumped 
her pussy full of cum. She came in a series of orgasms and we fell asleep
holding 
each other.
	Saturday morning was spent cleaning the house and getting ready
for our 
company to arrive. Lena was looking very sexy in her bathrobe as she was 
vacuuming the bedroom. I came up behind her and reached around to feel her
tits,
she offered no resistance and turned her face over her shoulder and smiled
at me. 
My wife then asked me if I was serious about what I had said during our
last 
lovemaking session. I told her that the thought of her and Bob together
made me 
very hot and we would just have to see what developed. As I was telling
her this I 
was also playing with her nipples and kissing her neck. She started
moaning and I 
had her lay down on the bed and started giving her a erotic back massage.
I told her 
that I wanted her to shave her pussy and dress hot tonight. She just
moaned an 
unintelligible response and continued to enjoy her massage. Deciding to
conserve 
my strength,  in case things got interesting later, I told her we needed
to get back to 
work and get the housework done. She seemed a bit flustered but agreed. 
	  That afternoon Bob came down to our house to visit. He arrived
at about 
4:00pm and we made plans for the evening's entertainment. While we were
talking 
my wife said she wanted to take a shower and get ready to go out, so she
excused 
herself and headed off to the upstairs bathroom with a devilish smile on
her face. 
Bob and I continued to talk about what we might do this weekend and
watched a 
little TV. While we were discussing the future impact of the internet on
mainstream 
society Bob mentioned that I was lucky to have a wife like Lena. I asked
him why 
he said that and he told me that she was a knockout and wished he could
find a 
women as sexy and beautiful as her. While thanking him for the compliment
I told 
him that Lena had mentioned that she thought he was "hot" as well. Bob
looked 
kind of surprised at my remark and I added, "maybe tonight she'll show you
her 
stuff". He laughed and said to stop fucking with his head. I assured him I
was 
serious and that if Lena wanted to get friendly with him I would gladly
let her, as long 
as he didn't mind me there too. Bob told me that he would dance naked on
Main St. 
in order to get a shot at my wife.  It was my turn to laugh and we went
back to our 
somewhat ominous discussion of the "information superhighway".
	About an hour later Lena came downstairs. She was wearing a tight
blue 
dress that accented her large breasts and was quite short, going down to
about 
midthigh. My wife was also wearing black pantyhose (or so I thought, I
later learned 
she was wearing garters) and her blonde hair and blue eyes looked so
different, she 
had an almost "slutty" sort of look which I thought was unbelievably sexy.
She 
rejoined us in the conversation and I excused myself in order to use the
facilities. I 
went upstairs into our bedroom and noticed that even though I had made the
bed 
earlier in the day it looked a little disheveled. Upon closer inspection I
noticed a 
circular wet spot on the bedspread, now what could that be? I checked in
the 
bathroom which was still steamy and warm and smelled like baby powder, on
the 
edge of the tub sat my wife's razor and a can of shaving cream, along with
a bottle 
of baby oil. I peered into the tub and saw that she must have shaved
something and 
I was hoping it was her pussy! It looked like Lena was preparing  herself
for one of 
her all night sex sessions and we had company downstairs, now I was
optimistic 
things might just get interesting from this point on.
	Lena had arranged for a  baby-sitter to watch the kids for a few
hours so we 
decided to go out for dinner. The sitter arrived at about 5:15pm and we
said our 
good-bye's and headed for the city. We had decided on an Italian
restaurant and 
proceeded to drive there. On the way to the restaurant we stopped at a
local 
convenience store to buy some beer and wine for latter that night, we
picked up a 
case of Molson Ice for Bob and I, and two bottles of wine for Lena. We
were driving 
in my pickup truck (picked conveniently since it has one bench seat!) and
things 
were a bit cramped. Lena was sitting between Bob and myself and both of
them 
had started drinking. It takes about forty-five minutes to get to the city
so they had 
time for a couple of beers each. I noticed that Bob and Lena had a lot to
say to 
each other and were carrying on quite an animated conversation as I drove,
also it 
was apparent that my wife was flirting incessantly. She would stroke his
leg as she 
said things and her dress had risen up about three inches so that it was
barely 
covering her pussy. Also I noticed that when she would reach down for a
beer on 
the floorboard her tits would just about spill out of her dress, and the
next time she 
went for a drink she continued  to talk with Bob while bending over,
knowing full well 
that her ample cleavage was clearly in his view. At last we reached the
restaurant 
and went inside for dinner. We continued our good natured conversation and
all 
had a couple of glasses of wine. After dinner Bob excused himself and went
to 
restroom. Lena asked if things were going OK? I asked her what she meant
by that 
and she said , "Do you still want me to fool around with Bob?". I told her
yes and 
assured her that I loved her dearly, but just thinking about her fooling
around got me 
hard. My wife smiled and kissed me just as Bob returned. We paid the bill
and 
headed back home. On the way back we stopped at the video store to pick up
a few 
movies. Lena picked out a couple while Bob and I waited in the truck due
to the fact 
we couldn't find a parking spot and it was just easier to drop her off and
pick her up 
at the door. When she got back in we asked what she picked out and she
told us to 
mind our business and waved her finger at both of us in a admonishing
fashion.
Lena said that we needed a few groceries and asked that I stop at the
grocery store 
as well. We all went in, but Bob and I lingered behind to watch my wife's
ass as she 
went about picking up a few items.  I think she was aware of the attention
because 
she would bend way over to check things out on the bottom shelves and when
she 
did this her dress would ride up to just below her ass, then she would
turn around 
and look at us while in this position and smile. Upon exiting the grocery
store we ran 
into a small problem, it had started pouring and here we were with a large
bag of 
groceries and three of us in the truck. We couldn't but the groceries in
back 
because of the rain so I suggested that Lena put the groceries next to me
and that 
she go ahead and sit on Bob's lap. She readily agreed and we were off.
While 
driving I noticed that my wife was moving ever so slightly. While trying
not to be 
obvious I glanced over at them. I had not heard any conversation lately
and now I 
could see the far side of Lena's right tit moving as if someone was
feeling the side 
of it. I wondered if Bob was trying his luck, while I was pondering this I
saw Bob's 
hand come around the front of my wife's dress and he started playing with
her tits in 
earnest. Lena turned and they began kissing passionately, their tongues
lashing 
back and forth. Well this was an interesting sight! I watched as Bob
pulled down the 
front of her dress and then Lena grabbed her skirt and while bending off
Bob's lap, 
pulled it up around her waist exposing her garters and scantily covered
ass. She 
then smiled and settled down on Bob's lap. All he could do was moan in 
appreciation of the sight of my wife's ass and the feel of it as she
rotated her ass on 
his pants covered cock. He reached between her legs and while continuing
to kiss 
her played with her tits and rubbed her pussy gently through her panties.
She was 
as hot as a firecracker and I thought he might get laid right there in the
truck. 
However we were just about home so I spoke up and told them they better
get 
straightened up so the baby-sitter wouldn't get an eyeful! Bob and my wife
quickly 
made themselves presentable and I pulled into the driveway. We went in the
house 
and found that he kids were already sleeping I and paid the baby-sitter,
as she was 
preparing to leave I noticed that she kept stealing glances at Bob's
crotch. I took a 
look and he still had a tent pole in his pants, I guess my wife really
excited him! 
While I was letting the sitter out the door my wife headed upstairs to
change and 
Bob went to sit on the couch.
	While she was upstairs Bob and I looked at the movies Lena had
pick out. 
They were X-rated and mentioned the word "double" quite a bit. It seems
these were 
porn flicks involving one women with multiple male partners. Well without
further 
delay I told Bob we were in for some fun. I put one of the tapes in and
started the 
movie. It started out with a married women fucking her husbands co-workers
behind 
his back and loving it. After we were about ten minutes into the movie
Lena came 
downstairs wearing her garter, panties and a bra. This outfit left little
to the 
imagination and Bob looked very pleased at what he saw. My wife then
realized 
what we were watching and headed into the kitchen to get us all a drink
without 
saying a word. She then walked back to the couch and handed us our beers
and 
sat down in between us. She then looked at me with a somewhat questioning 
expression and I smiled at her and told her she was beautiful and I wanted
her to 
get busy. She then turned her attention to Bob, my wife asked him if he
wanted a 
blowjob and he responded with an enthusiastic "Yes". Lena dropped to her
knees in 
front of Bob as he stood to remove his pants. She reached out and lowered
his 
underwear and set his cock free for the first time tonight. My wife then
shocked me 
by having Bob turn around and licking all around his asshole while she
lovingly 
stroked his eight inch cock and gently kneaded his nuts. By now Bob was
hard as a 
rock and so was I for that matter! Bob proceeded to sit back down on the
couch 
and my wife settled in between his legs to give his cock the attention it
deserved. 
She was insatiable, sucking the entire eight inches into her mouth so that
her lips 
were resting on his balls and then slowing licking her way back up. While
this was 
going on I got behind my wife and removed her panties, she had shaven her
entire 
pussy bare and was wetter then I had ever seen her! What a sight, my best
friend 
was sitting on the couch with his pants off and head thrown back while my
lovely 
bride was noisily slurping away at his cock and balls, and I was about to
dive into 
the most beautiful shaved pussy I had ever seen. Her pussy was puffy and 
glistening with moisture as I brought my lips to it. I have never been so
excited in my 
life, I was about to eat my wife's pussy as she was blowing my best
friend. After 
about ten minutes of pussy eating and cock sucking I suggested we go up to
the 
bedroom, we didn't want the kids to wake up and find their mother naked on
the 
living room floor. My wife quickly put her panties back on, and Bob his
pants, then 
we all grabbed another drink and headed for the bedroom. Once inside we
locked 
the door and got back to our fun. My computer is in the bedroom so I sat
in the chair 
while Bob and Lena got on the bed. I told them I needed to call into work
and check 
my messages but that I would love for them to continue what they had
started 
downstairs. Bob seemed to be growing more aggressive with my wife and told
her 
to take off all of her clothes. She unsnapped her garters and removed them
slowly, 
looking into Bob's eyes the whole time. Then she stood up and removed her
Bra 
exposing her 38C breast's and then almost absentmindedly began to pinch
her own 
nipples. All she had left on was her panties and she was standing directly
in front of 
Bob, I watched as he reached out, grasped her panties and tugged them down
to 
her ankles exposing her freshly shaved pussy. My wife then lifted one leg
and 
kicked off  what remained of her panties. She was now totally nude in
front of 
another man with her husband in the same room. She was shaking from the 
excitement she was feeling, and her pussy looked to be extremely wet. Bob
then 
took his right hand and inserted two fingers into her cunt and began to
finger my 
wife. She then proceeded to tell him how good it felt and said she wanted
to suck 
his cock again. Bob then ordered her to get on the bed and play with
herself while 
he got undressed. My wife jumped into the bed, spread her legs and started
massaging her clit while running her fingertips over her big tits. I had a
perfect view 
of her pussy and was enjoying the sight of her masturbating, when Bob, now
totally 
nude, knelt down on the bed by my wife's head. I watched as she looked at
him 
hungrily and wrapped her left hand around his cock and guided it to her
mouth, she 
licked and sucked his cock while he was busy finger fucking her bald
pussy. My 
wife gives great head and Bob looked as if he wasn't going to last much
longer 
without cumming. As his face contorted and he was about to cum he told
Lena to 
get ready and then straddled her head. With his dick aimed out towards her
tits Bob 
told her to lick his balls and ass while he started furiously pumping his
cock. She 
obliged and started sucking his balls and licking his ass, just as Bob was
about to 
cum my wife stuck her finger up his ass and lapped noisily at his balls.
This put him 
over the edge and he let a load fly all over my wife, the first spurt went
the farthest 
and landed directly on her  bald pussy, the next three spurts weren't
quite as 
powerful and landed on her stomach and tits. Bob looked as if he were in
another 
world and excused himself to use the bathroom. After he went downstairs I
went 
over and laid down next to Lena. She looked so happy and content and
moaned as 
I rubbed another man's cum into her skin, she then pushed my head down
between 
her legs and told me to eat her. Who was I to argue and began to eat her
pussy, 
there is nothing in this world better then eating pussy, and when my wife
shave's, it 
is a treat to feast on her charms. While I was munching down Bob must have
returned because all of a sudden Lena was talking to someone other then
me. She 
was telling Bob how good it felt to have her husband eating her pussy with
him right 
there and reached out and started stroking his cock again. Bob was already
sporting another erection and was rubbing my wife's big tits. She was
loving the 
attention and pushed my head away from her pussy, my wife then got on all
fours 
and started to give my best friend another blowjob. While she was sucking
him off 
she looked over her shoulder at me and asked if she was being a BAD girl.
I told my 
wife she was being very naughty and deserved a spanking. We don't get into
S&M 
at all but an occasional light spanking turns us both on. I slapped her on
the ass 
while she was sucking Bob's cock and she picked up the pace ever so
slightly. I 
continued to spank her ass and she was moaning around my friends cock
every 
time my hand made contact. Bob told me he had never seen a women as hot as
my 
wife and asked me if he could fuck her. I told him he needed to ask Lena
that, and 
she blurted out that somebody better fuck her soon and she really didn't
care which 
one of us that was. I told Bob he had his answer and got off the bed and
took my 
clothes off for the first time that night. I watched as Bob got behind my
wife and 
guided his eight inch cock into her wet bald pussy. Lena was wiggling her
ass and 
told him to fuck her good. He needed no further encouragement and starting
ramming his dick in and out of her in earnest. I stepped in front of my
wife and she 
smiled at me, reached out to grab my cock and started to lovingly stroke
it. My wife 
then told me she wanted me to cum all over her face as another man fucked
her 
and proceeded to lick and suck my dick. Well I hadn't cum yet and the
sight I had 
before me was certainly erotic, it wasn't too long before that old
familiar feeling 
started and I knew I was about to cum. I heard Bob say he was going to
cum. My 
wife turned to him and said "Shoot your cum all over my ass baby" and I
watched as 
Bob pulled his cock out of her tight cunt and poured his seed all over
ass. This was 
all it took and I proceeded to shoot my load all over my lovely wife's
face. She had 
her mouth open and was trying to catch what she could. God, she looked
beautiful. 
All covered and cum and looking so damn content, I guess she could be a
real slut 
at times and I loved it.
	Sensing we had enough for one night Bob went down to sleep on the
couch. 
I held my wife in my arms and told her she was the one I loved for all
time and she 
thanked me for all the attention she had received and said that she loved
me too. 
We then made slow passionate love and fell asleep together. We continue to
have 
a great relationship and if anything or sex life is better. Also, the
memories I have of 
that night have been the basis of many great masturbation sessions. Last
week she 
asked me when Bob was coming down again and if he had any friends he could
bring. Who knows, perhaps a little gang-bang is in order. Whatever happens
I'm 
sure it will be loads of fun and provide many interesting memories.  
This is a sexually explicit story.  If you are under
eighteen then stop now. If you find this type of material
offensive then don't read it,  If you do decide to read it,
I hope you enjoy and please let my wife and I know what you
think! (bhandwalke@aol.com)
Wife Stories #4
Copyright 1995 by Bhandwalker
     This is a story about my lovely wife Lena, and my
chance to get one of my biggest fantasies fulfilled. Lena is
5'4", blonde hair, and has a body that won't quit. She also
has a great set of tits, size 36D, with the hardest nipples
I have ever seen. Lena also keeps her pussy almost
completely clean shaven, with just a small tuft of hair
about an inch or so above her clit. My biggest fantasy has
always been to watch her have sex with other men. I know
this must sound strange, but nothing turns me on more then
to fantasize about her touching strange cocks, sucking on
them until their owners spurt all over her face and tits and
then letting them fuck her until they make a sticky mess of
her freshly shaved pussy.
     Recently I have hinted to the wife that I would like to
add some excitement to our sex lives. Not that it is
becoming routine or anything, but I told her I would like
for us to try to experience some kinkier sex. With a gleam
in her eye Lena asked what types of things I had in mind? I
told her of my fantasy to see her have sex with another man
and she took it rather well. I wasn't really sure what to
expect from her, she definitely was not a prude, but
suggesting your wife go out and fuck another guy is not the
type of conversation one normally holds with his wife. She
told me she would think about it and gave me a kiss on the
cheek and went to visit one of her friends, Pam for coffee.
     Later that night, while we were lying in bed, Lena
asked if I was serious about what I had said earlier. I told
her that thinking about her having sex with someone else
while I watched and joined in turned me on incredibly. Also,
I told Lena that I loved her very much and wanted her to
feel comfortable and have a good time if we ever had the
chance to give this a try. She surprised me by saying that
she had already picked the guy she wanted to do and in fact
had done him already! I couldn't believe my ears! All I
could do was smile at her and asked what had happened. Lena
asked if I remembered Clyde. Clyde was the ex boyfriend of
her friend Pam that she had visited earlier in the day. I
remember Lena telling me once about the time she had spent
the night at Pam's house and went bar hopping with her, and
Clyde had hit on her. It seems while at the bar he had
whispered in my wife's ear that he really would like to fuck
her. At the time this all happened she told me she got
really pissed at him and thought he was a jerk and Pam was
too good for him. Well it seems that she held back on a few
of the events that transpired that night. Lena told me that
after they got back from the bar that night Pam had passed
out and Clyde had put her to bed. He returned down to the
living room where my wife was going to sleep on the couch
with a couple of pillows for her and some blankets and
sheets. I know for a fact that Lena gets very horny when she
drinks, and she told me that night was no exception! Lena
then proceeded to tell me how she told Clyde that he was so
sweet for getting the blankets and gave him a small, open
kiss on the lips. She then asked Clyde if he would help her
make the bed after she changed into her pajama's. I remember
the look in her eyes as she told me she had changed into
this really skimpy purple negligee that I had bought for her
and returned to the living room with him. She also mentioned
that while she was in the bathroom changing, she had used
one of Pam's razors to shave her pretty pussy and put a
smooth coating of baby oil on it. She told me that his eyes
about popped out of his head when she walked in and sat next
to him on the couch. After watching TV for a little while
she told me that Clyde again told her that he would love to
have sex with her. My wife mentioned that his girlfriend,
and her best friend, was sleeping just upstairs. Clyde said
he didn't care and started to French kiss my wife deep and
hard. She told me she had thought about stopping him, but
the alcohol and the heat of the moment got the better of
her. Lena said that she stood up and undressed in front of
him while all the while looking directly into his eyes. Lena
said she was now completely naked in front of Clyde and he
wasted no time in roughly sucking her tits while sticking
two fingers into her sopping wet and freshly shaven pussy.
She told me that before they were through, he had fucked her
twice and she had given him a messy blowjob as a good night
present and he came all over her upturned face.
     Lena told me that she had really enjoyed herself that
night and would love to be able to have Clyde stick his big
cock into her pussy again while I watched and jerked off all
over her face and tits. This was quite a turnaround from the
sweet, relatively conservative wife I had known only a few
short hours ago! Lena asked if it was OK for her to try and
set something up. I told her that I would love to see her
get fucked! About a week later she told me that she had
spoken to Clyde. She made no mention of her husband to him
and in fact told Clyde I would be out of town for the
weekend and she would love to see him at our house Saturday
night.
     Saturday arrived and Lena spent most of the day
primping herself for the evenings activities. She took a
long hot bath and trimmed her pussy. She put on a really hot
red dress with no bra or panties. I mean this thing was
HOT!, when she would bend over to pick something up off of
the coffee table, the hem would ride up just enough to
expose the bottom of her pouty pussy lips and ass. Clyde was
due to arrive at 9:00pm and had no idea I was around. Lena
suggested that I go to the store or something for an hour or
so and she would get things warmed up! So off I went, just
as I was turning down off of our street I saw a blue pickup
pull into my driveway. This must be Clyde I thought to
myself. In less then ten minutes I couldn't take it anymore
and parked near the woods just behind our house. I crept
into my own backyard and made my way to the patio doors that
looked directly into our living room. Just as luck would
have it the curtains were wide open and I had an
unobstructed view of the entire room. I saw Clyde and my
wife sitting on the couch each drinking a glass of wine.
They appeared to be engaged in some light conversation. I
also noticed that my wife's hand was resting on his thigh
and she was slowing making her way to his crotch. Clyde then
stood up and said something to my wife. She looked at him
and smiled and while he was standing in front of her she
started to unbuckle his pants. I couldn't believe I was
finally going to have one of my biggest fantasies fulfilled!
She had worked his pants down and was just starting to lower
his underwear when she see me watching through the glass.
She knowingly winked in my direction and set his massive
cock free. Lena proceeded to give him one of the most erotic
blowjobs of all time. She was taking the entire length of
his cock down her throat and would offset this by taking his
cock and rubbing it all over her face while making sure I
had clear view. She could tell that he was about to cum so
she stopped long enough to take off her dress. At this point
my wife laid down on the floor, completely naked with her
beautiful pussy just begging for a good tongue lashing.
Clyde didn't disappoint her and crawled between her legs
while swinging around into a sixty-nine position with her.
He was licking and sucking her cunt like mad and Lena
mouthed his cock like a true slut! At this point I was ready
to get a little closer to the action and decided to act out
the next scene in our little adventure. I let myself in
through the kitchen and pretended to be surprised as I
walked into the living room just as Clyde was slipping his
big cock into my wife's pussy from behind. Clyde jumped up
when he saw me and started apologizing like crazy. Lena on
the other hand just stayed on the floor and started lightly
massaging her clit and pinching her nipples. I told Clyde
that it wasn't his fault that I married a nymphomaniac and
perhaps my wife needed more then just one man to satisfy
her. I told him he was welcome to stay the night and finish
what my wife had started with him with no hard feelings
between us. He shook my hand and said that I was one lucky
guy to have Lena because she was definitely the hottest
women he had ever seen. I looked down at his cock and saw
that he was getting hard again after my rude interruption. I
told him he could get back to where he was before I came in
and he slapped my wife on the ass and told her to get back
on all fours. She assumed the position with a tremendous
smile on her face and spread her pussy lips with two fingers
so Clyde could again stick his cock into her from behind. He
started to stroke his cock in and out of my wife's pussy
with a nice steady rhythm. I decided it was time to get
undressed and finally set my own throbbing cock free for the
first time that night. I then proceeded to knell down in
front of Lena's face and inserted my cock between her ruby
lips while Clyde continued to pump her from behind. What a
great feeling it was to see my wife totally satisfied as my
long awaited fantasy came true. Clyde announced that he was
going to cum and Lena turned her face towards him and told
him to splash it all over her ass. I watched as he pulled
out of her pussy and let his cum fly. It erupted with such
force that not only was her ass covered in cum but also most
of her back and some even got into her hair. She loved it
and started moaning around my cock while rubbing his cum
into her skin like some expensive body lotion. Clyde got up
onto the couch with a big smile and sat to watch my wife
suck me off. I told Clyde that there was a camera in the
drawer just beside him and asked if he would mind snapping
a few pictures for me. He gladly agreed and I told him I
wanted a good shot of my cum covering Lena's face. She heard
us talking and started blowing me with a newfound
enthusiasm. I told Clyde to get ready and pulled out of her
mouth just in time to ejaculate all over her face, Clyde was
snapping pictures, and Lena was rubbing her hands all around
her face  and smiling while my cum dripped down onto her big
tits as well. Clyde and I sat down on the couch to have a
beer while Lena went into the bathroom to clean up. Actually
he was a great guy and we got along well. Soon, my wife
reappeared looking as good as ever and still completely
nude. It seems she was ready for another round as she wasted
no time as she sat between us and started to jerk both of
our cocks at the same time. Clyde was sitting on her left
and I could see her wedding ring glistening in the light as
she lovingly stroked his big cock. We all then went into the
bedroom and got into bed. Lena again surprised me by saying
she wanted to feel two cocks in her at the same time, one in
her ass and one in her pussy. This totally blew my mind
because the only other time we had tried anal sex she told
me it hurt too much. (Little did I know that she had let
another guy whom she had meet at a bar, fuck her in the ass
in the restroom but that's another story!). So I laid back
on the bed and she sat down onto my cock so that it slipped
into her pussy and sort of leaned over on me. I felt Clyde
get on the bed behind my wife's ass and had to spread my
legs so he could have access to her. He slowly started to
insert his large cock into my wife's asshole and I could
feel it sliding in, only a thin membrane of skin separated
his cock and mine. Soon we had established a nice rhythm and
my wife was totally out of her mind with lust. She was
screaming for us to fuck her hard and deep, and we did just
that. After pounding her for about ten minutes we were both
ready to explode. Clyde came first, he pulled his cock out
of her ass and aimed it directly at her asshole. His cum
splattered all over her ass and was dripping down onto my
own balls. That was it and I exploded deep in her pussy. We
all fell asleep and I was awakened in the morning by the
sight of my wife's head bouncing up and down on Clyde's
cock. Seems she didn't get enough the night before. I
pretended to still be asleep and watched as she swallowed
his cum with obvious enthusiasm. Later, after Clyde had
left, Lena told me that she had a great time and I assured
her that I did also. Hopefully it won't be the last!
I  L I K E  T O  D A N C E
By: Lisa
It all started because my husband, Jeremy, likes to show me off to his
friends.  I have a nice face, and a really good body.  I stand 5'9"
and weigh a trim 120 pounds, with long blonde hair and brown eyes.  My
husband says that I am a perfect "10".  Whenever he goes on a business
trip, Jeremy buys me exotic lingerie or a sexy swimsuit.  Although the
lingerie is used only in private moments with my husband, Jeremy has
encouraged me to wear the most revealing swimsuits, or the skimpiest
bikini, in public.  I always seem to attract a lot of attention from
the guys around the pool.  I love it; I feel very daring and sexy.
Last winter, Jeremy got excited about the idea of showing off more of
my body in public.  I felt shy about it, but since we try to help each
other out with our fantasies, I thought I should at least try to go
along with him.  We explored lots of options, from nude beaches to
posing for some modeling shots.  Those ideas sounded fine to me, and I
agreed to try some of them once the spring came.
One day in April, my husband called me at work in the late afternoon.
He sounded very excited, and told me to meet him at a night club
called "The Twilight Room" as soon as I got off work.  I had never
heard of this place and needed directions.  Jeremy claimed he had
finally found our fantasy, but didn't elaborate on that.
At 5:00pm, I got into my car and shot over to The Twilight Room, very
curious to find out what all this excitement was about.  Jeremy met me
just inside the lobby, and then escorted me to a cozy booth in the
corner.  "What's up?" I asked him.
With a sly grin, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of
paper.  He held it up for me to read.  "It's an amatuer contest here
at The Twilight Room!" he exclaimed.  I looked at him blankly.  "You
know!" he continued.  "Wet T-shirt.  Topless, if you want!"
Just then, the waitress brought our drinks.  I do not think I ever
needed one as badly as I did then.  I was petrified, and cast about
wildly for a way to talk him out of this insanity.  Sitting topless
on a beach or posing for pictures was one thing, but dancing nude in
front of hundreds of strangers was more than I was ready for.
Jeremy persisted, though, and over the next week I grew more and more
accepting of the idea.  I convinced myself that the $500 grand prize
could buy us a mini vacation.
I also noticed during this time that our lovemaking was even more
passionate than usual, and on my part at least, I had fantasies of
people looking at me.  Finally, I agreed to do it.
Since I had only two weeks to get ready, I arranged to go to a tanning
salon every day after work to get rid of my winter whiteness.  I have
always been a good dancer, but each night I practiced and worked out a
little routine to ZZ Top's song "Legs".  My husband says that the song
could have been written about me.  It really turned Jeremy on to watch
me dance, particularly the last sequence when I pulled off my pink
T-shirt.  He always had a huge hard-on when I finished, and I always
put it to good use.  I would take his cock into my mouth and suck on
it, trying to swallow it down my greedy throat.  As the contest drew
closer, I noticed that the gobs of cum he shot down my throat each
night only seemed to be more explosive and powerful.
On the night of the contest, however, he practically had to drag me
into The Twilight Room.  The club was packed, and I noticed that at
least three men I knew from work were there.  I could have died.
When I got backstage, I calmed down a little.  Most of the others
seemed scared, just as I was, to be here.  We were all local girls
in the amatuer contest and probably the majority of us had never
done this sort of thing before.  There were a dozen of us, and we
helped each other with our hair and costumes.  My husband had given
me a large bottle of baby oil, and I dutifully rubbed the lotion
over my body until I glistened like polished chrome.
I was the last dancer to go out.  The waiting was pure agony.  I had a
knot in my stomach, and could not see what was going on out front.
But when each girl came back from her performance, I could see the
excitement in her eyes.  All of the ladies were beautiful, and I did
not think I had one single chance at winning.
I looked in the mirror, and adjusted the little pink hot pants and
knotted the matching T-shirt tight in front.  Finally, my name was
called over the sound system.  "Let's welcome our next contestant,
a 22-year-old local girl named Lisa!"
When I got on stage, I was surprised because the lights were so bright
and so hot.  I could not see anyone out in the audience, and that
helped me to relax.
The next thing I remember was that two handsome waiters came on stage,
each with a large bucket.  As the music started, each of them doused
me with gallons upon gallons of water.
As I danced, I was filled with a wonderful mixture of both fear and
sensuality.  I was aware of the tight, firm globes of my breasts
covered by the thin, soaked T-shirt.  I was aware of the hot pants I
wore, and how they clung to my ass and hips.  I heard roars and cheers
coming from the men in the audience, and that only seemed to entice
me even more.  I started dancing like never before.
Suddenly, I realized that the end of the song was very near.  I almost
hesitated, but the excitement was building within me so much that the
thought of not taking my outfit off was the most dissapointing thought
there could be.  In one quick movement, I pulled the T-shirt off.
The crowd cheered even louder.  I was so hot and bothered that I could
not even breathe.  My nipples were tight and hard, and I ran my
fingers over them.  The energy in the club seemed to rise.
The song had reached the last chorus when I realized that this was not
enough for me.  With that thought, I unbuckled the hot pants and got
out of them as quickly as possible.  I kept the tiny leather garment
on a foot, and then kicked it into the audience.
I was now standing in front of a crowd of men, perfectly, gloriously,
and nude.  The only things I were wearing was a pair of spiked high
heels, along with my soaked blonde hair and oil-glistened skin.  I
imagined all of the men in the audience were sex-starved maniacs, and
had visions of them coming onto the stage and fucking my body for
hours and hours.  The thought only made me more excited.
The crowd went wild as I thrusted my pelvis toward them, while slowly
running the tips of my fingers up the inside of my thighs, along the
side of my mound.  Then I took a finger and slid it down my flat belly
and into my vaginal opening, closing my eyes, and cumming harder and
more powerful than I had ever done before.
The next thing I remember was that I had won the contest.  The two
waiters were up there with me, holding my arms high in the air and
cheering.  The emcee was shaking a big bottle of champagne and
pointing it right at me.  The cork was popped, and then the white,
foamy champagne shot out all over my body and covered my skin.  I
closed my eyes and laughed, and then it seemed as though an earthquake
hit as my body vibrated -- I came again.  They practically had to
carry me offstage.
That night, clutching the winner's $500 check in my hand, I retrieved
an old mattress from the basement and threw it onto the kitchen floor.
I grabbed Jeremy and threw him down onto the mattress, and made him
fuck me until neither of us could take it anymore.  We awoke in the
morning and both of us were exhausted and naked on the mattress.  I
had a delicious feeling that perhaps some of the neighbors had heard
all the screams of passion that came from the kitchen the previous
night.  I hope they did.
This story could end here.  But, it won't.  A month later, my husband
went out of town for a long business trip.  Needless to say, I felt
quite lonely.  One evening, after he had been gone for a few days, I
got to the point of where I was sick of watching television alone.  I
got into my car and drove over to The Twilight Room.  I suppose I was
drawn by the memory of the excitement I had experienced there before.
Since it was a weeknight, the place was pretty empty.  Surprisingly, I
saw my three male friends from work at the bar -- the same who had
been here when I had danced and stripped a month earlier.  They had
been nice enough not to embarrass me at work by mentioning the contest
I had participated in.  In fact, none of them had even made a slight
overture while at work about that glorius night.  But in the club, I
saw them looking at me in a different light.  A very different light.
Their eyes explored my body.  I decided to join them at the bar.
Finally, the bar had emptied except for us and the bartender.  The
talk turned to the contest.  They sincerely expressed how turned on
they had been watching me dance nude.  Since they knew me personally
from the office, they all said it was the most exciting thing they had
even seen in their life -- knowing and being attracted to someone from
work, only to have that person show up at a dance contest and strip
totally nude.  It made me feel good inside to be appreciated.  I told
them that I was glad it was special for them, because it had been
special for me too.
Darren, the most shy and handsome one of the bunch, looked at me and
saud, "Lisa, I'd really like to see you dance again."  The others all
chimed in their agreement.  Thinking that they were only joking, I
laughed and told them that I never danced for anything less than $500.
To my enormous surprise, all four of them reached into their wallets
and started pulling out money.  Two $100 bills and ten $20s were
placed onto a pile before me on the counter.  Ricky, the bartender,
walked over to the cash register and fished out two $50s and placed
them on the pile of money.  I knew Ricky could get into a lot of
trouble for that.  But at the same time, I was touched by their
sweetness and fired up by their desire.  I felt a flame start to burn
within my belly and then slowly spread to other parts of my body.
I suddenly realized that I wanted to dance as much as they wanted me
to!  I offered them my sweetest smile while stuffing the $500 into the
back pocket of my tight jeans.  I slipped off the barstool, and told
them to lock the door and get things ready for me.
Backstage, I found some more baby oil.  I undressed in front of a
mirror, and slowly slicked the lotion all over my body, letting the
moment build.  I slipped my G-string back on, and put the blouse and
high heels (i.e. fuck-me pumps) I had worn to the club back on.  I
left my bra and jeans in the dressing room.
I heard the music start up outside, and almost fell over myself
running up the steps to get onto the stage.  Again, I was surprised
by how bright the lights were, and I realized that except for the
noise, it was impossible to see how many men were in the audience.
I decided to pretend it was as packed like it was on the evening of
the amatuer contest.
Suddenly, I was sprayed down with ice-cold water from two buckets.
The shock of the cold water sent sparks through me, and I began to
dance in a sizzling frenzy of lusty motion.
This time, I did not wait too long to pull my top off.  My breasts
were outlined in the wet blouse.  As the 37c-sized globes shimmered
and shook, it seemed as though they were crying out, begging, to be
seen by the eyes of my three co-workers and the bartender.
I danced topless for awhile, only in my G-string and heels.  I could
not see the men because of the lights, but I knew they were watching
me with adoration.  The excitement within my body spread down to my
pussy.  Thus, I wiggled out of the tiny G-string and felt the
attention focus on my slender waist and hips, as well as the blonde
triangle of curls in the front.  I felt like I was sucking them deep
into my soaked vulva.  I closed my eyes and rocked to the music, then
slid a finger into my crevice and started masturbating for them.
When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see Darren in front of me,
swaying to the music without a single piece of clothing on.  I guess
he was not as shy as I once thought!  He must have seen the excited
look in my eyes because he smiled, and then dropped to his knees.  He
motioned me to move toward him.  Once again, I could not breathe.
The music slowed, and I danced toward him.  He reached out and grabbed
my hips, and then pulled me toward him.  He brought my wet pussy to
his face as his hands now massaged and held tight onto my bare ass.
Darren's tongue flicked back-and-forth over my clitoris, and it sent
shockwaves of pleasure through me.  No one but Jeremy had ever used
their tongue like this on me, and this definitely was a new experience
with Darren!  I threw my head back in ultimate ecstasy, my neck
arched, my breasts pressed outward, all the while grinding my pussy
into his awaiting, hungry mouth.
Then, Darren was on his back, pulling me down on top of him.  I
knelt down astride his muscular hips and felt him inject his hard
cock deep into the moistness of my willing vagina.  His cock was
not as long as Jeremy's, but it was thicker.  I settled down on top
of it and began to grind slowly.  Darren filled me with excitement
and lust!  As his body bucked beneath me and I swayed above, I felt
the eyes of the others on me.  Then, only their faces appeared in
the ring of bright lights.  I looked deep into their eyes and smiled
as Darren fucked me.
Darren came long before I wanted him to, shooting hot jets of cum
deep into my love canal.  I was about to cry out in desperation, but
then I felt something hard brush against my cheek.
There was Ricky, standing above me with the biggest cock I had ever
seen (at least 10 inches!).  Tag-team fucking!, I said to myself.
Gratefully and perhaps greedily, I turned to Ricky and sucked his
prick all the way into my mouth.  Darren grew limp inside me and laid
motionless on the stage, his hands resting behind his head.  It seemed
as though he was having a good time watching me give Ricky a blowjob.
Once Ricky came, his warm load of cum overflowed my mouth and throat.
I wanted even more!  I stood up, and motioned my other two co-workers,
Michael and Aaron, to come closer.  I told Michael to lay down on his
back, and I got onto my hands and knees and grasped his rock-hard
cock.  Then I told Aaron to get on his knees behind me, and fuck me in
the doggie-style position while I sucked Michael's cock.
At the same time I gave Michael a blowjob, I cried out in pleasure as
Aaron gave me the hardest doggie-style fucking of my entire life.  His
hips POUNDED against my ass, his meat seemingly treading deeper into
my body with each and every thrust.  Michael yelled out in ecstasy as
his cock erupted like a volcano, and the sticky juices splashed into
my face and hair.  Soon after, I had my own mind-shattering orgasm as
Aaron continued to drill me from behind.
After Aaron had blown his own load, Darren moved closer and rolled
me over onto my back.  I was exhausted and felt as though I couldn't
take anymore.  But his tongue and lips nibbling on my breasts soon
changed my mind.  I started to moan softly, and then felt Ricky's face
between my thighs.  He began to lick away at my clit with his tongue.
Within moments, Ricky had me in the missionary position while Darren
stood on his knees over my neck, leaning down so his cock could fit
nicely into my mouth.
We went on for several hours.  They would take turns in groups of two
on me.  This had been the best night of my entire life, and I never
wanted it to end.  Therefore, I welcomed them to use my body as much
as they so desired -- and in any way.
After we had stopped for a short rest, I noticed Ricky was fiddling
with something along the side of the stage.  I asked him what he was
doing, and to my shock, he tpld me that the whole evening since I
began my dance had been captured on videotape.  Fearful, I began to
protest, but he gently told me to wait before I made a decision, and
that if I wanted to destroy the videotape, I could do so.
Ricky re-wound the tape, as we sipped fresh champagne, I watched
myself dancing and undressing, then being fucked in all sorts of
positions by these studs.  We all got so excited that we went at
it all over again.  I told Ricky to start the camera up again.
I took the videotape home that evening and dubbed it for each of the
guys, so they could have a copy too.  During the next two weeks (the
time Jeremy was away on business), I became so hungry and horny for
sex that I went to the club on three different nights and had "repeat
performances" with Darren, Ricky, Aaron and Michael.  I would simply
tell Darren that day at work that I wanted to meet he and the others
at the club after-hours that same evening.  I would first strip for
them, and then we would fuck until total exhaustion took over.  Each
night was videotaped.  Only this time, I didn't charge them.  I did
not want their money; I wanted their cocks.
After Jeremy came back from his business trip, it took me three days
to drudge up the courage to tell him what had been happening.  I told
him how lonely I had been, and how excited I had become that first
time he took me to the club for amatuer night.  Jeremy didn't say a
word as I explained I didn't go there intending to get gang-fucked
the first evening I went by myself.  I told him how it happened, and
how hot it had made me.
I should have told Jeremy the night he got back from his trip, because
he and I have an open relationship and don't like to share secrets.
He was not even jealous, let alone mad.  It was his fantasy to have
me strip up on stage in the first place.
Now, my husband and I watch the videotapes all the time.  It gets him
so sexually revved-up to watch me in action with the four guys.  There
has even been a discussion or two of me quitting my office job and
becoming a full-time stripper.  It is a very distinct possibility.
In fact, Jeremy gets so turned on by the videotapes that he has said
it is okay for me to go back to the club and fuck those four guys --
just as long as he can join in too, and it has to be caught on film.
We will be going back there for a get-together in just two short days.
Perhaps I will have to write another text like this one, describing
that forthcoming night and share it with others through computer-land?
As for me, well, now I know what really excites me the most.  And I am
certainly more than happy for any chance to perform for my men.
-- Lisa
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copyright 1996 by Deadly Nightshade
"You'll never change," I said. "You're about as exciting as weak iced tea!"
Maura burst into tears and grabbed her pocketbook and dashed off to the
ladies room. For about the millionth time.
So much for this night. And this marriage. We'd had a decent run as husband
and wife. Most marriages founder on the same rocks - bad communications,
children, outside interference, money, sex, bad communications, ridiculous
expectations about money or sex, bad communications, ridiculous disagreements
about money or sex, etc.
Ours had run aground on sex. In the beginning it had been OK, never really
sizzling, just OK, but over the years it got downright dull. We got busy with
work and friends and other things and just lost each other. I found myself
looking at other women and fantasizing, but that's all I did, because I loved
Maura and didn't want to cheat on her, even if the opportunity arose. That
didn't stop me from thinking about it, and finally I had to do something.
It took a long time for me to confront Maura about my unhappiness. I told her
just how I felt, and suggested that maybe if we made sex into more of a game,
maybe if she would just dress and act a little sexier now and then, things
might improve. She turned me down cold.
"I'm not going to dress or act like a slut," she said. "I'm happy with our
sex life as it is."
"Well, I'm not," I replied.
Once the ice was broken, we had this conversation many times. And the more
she resisted, the harder I pushed. At first all I'd had in mind was for her
to put on something sexy at home, and maybe, once in a while, initiate sexual
activity. In the end, I'd gotten lost in a bizarre wilderness of fantasies
that involved her dressing like a slut and going out and acting like one with
other men. The odd thing about it is that once in a while she would almost
cooperate, especially when we were out of town.
She'd put on something almost sexy and we'd go out somewhere and she'd start
to act almost sexy, but every time she'd back out way before the crucial
moment. And this particular night was no different, except that we'd already
separated and this was supposed to be a sort of last gasp effort at
reconciliation.
During our separation, neither of us had become swinging singles. I can't
speak for Maura, but I know that I hadn't because I simply wasn't interested
in other women. Maura was the only woman I ever wanted. But it was her who
initiated this "one more try" situation. We'd had lunch one day and she was
the one who brought up getting back together.
"That's hopeless," I said. "You know that I'll never be satisfied until you
do all that stuff. I'm fucking obsessed with it by now."
"I know," she said. "And you know I don't want to do it. But I miss you so
much. I think I can do it, if it makes you happy."
"Oh, baby, how many times have I heard that?" I asked.
"Let's try one more time," she replied.
Which is what had brought us on this night to this semi-trashy nightclub,
with Maura dressed in semi-trashy fashion - black high heels, dark stay-up
stockings, tiny white lace thong panties, a tight black mid-thigh miniskirt,
a thin off-white silk blouse and a dark maroon vest which served to conceal
the fact that she was braless beneath the silk blouse.
The overall effect was nice, but Maura refused to get up and dance with me,
or anybody else, nor would she remove the vest. She spent most of her time
tugging at the hem of her skirt, a most familiar activity. So the evening
quickly degenerated into yet another one of mean talk until I delivered my
last nasty line and she went off to the washroom. From long and painful
experience I knew what would happen next. She would have her cry, fix her
face and come back out, ready to go home. And if I didn't cooperate, she'd
take a cab. It had happened so many times that I'd lost track of how many. So
I nursed the tequila, hers and mine, unwilling to invest more in yet another
disaster. Usually it only took her about fifteen minutes or so. But tonight
it stretched on to twenty, then thirty minutes. I guessed that this really
was the last gasp. And I was down to licking the last trickles of tequila out
of her glass.
Then she came back out. Interesting. She'd taken off the vest. Her
magnificent breasts jutted out, jiggling under the thin silk as she walked. I
figured this was some kind of "OK, now you've seen them, goodbye!" thing. As
she approached our table, I started to get up. Might as well get out of there
with as little pain as possible. 
But she gave me a withering look, dropped her pocketbook and the vest on the
table next to ours and kept on going, right over to the bar. I sat back down.
She climbed up on a bar stool and crossed her legs. I waited for the
obligatory tug at the hem of her skirt, but it didn't come. The skirt rode up
on her thighs high enough to show the beginning of the darker band at the top
of her stockings. She leaned toward the bartender and said something. Moments
later he set another tequila on the bar in front of her. She'd already had
two - well, one and a half - which was pretty much her limit. 
She had just taken the first sip when a man moved onto the stool next to her.
She'd left her pocketbook on the table, so I was pretty sure that she didn't
have any money with her. The man seemed to be paying for her drink. She
leaned toward him and they talked animatedly. At one point they both looked
at me. There was a question in his eyes, but she smiled and moved her hand
dismissively in my direction. Then he took out a pack of cigarettes and
offered her one. I knew she would refuse, because smoking had become one of
our secondary wars. I wanted to quit, but couldn't. She had quit, easily, and
never let me forget it. She hadn't touched a cigarette in at least five
years. But she touched this one, putting it between her lips and then holding
his hand as he lit it for her. What the fuck is going on?
They talked and smoked and drank and then the band started playing its next
set. A couple of dozen couples got up to dance and then she was leading him
onto the dance floor. They danced a fast number and she looked magnificent
with her breasts bouncing and her skirt riding up on her thighs. Toward the
end, the beat became a driving, sensual sound and she moved closer to him,
her legs straddling his, her skirt riding higher.
What the fuck? I was getting a little pissed. I considered going over and
breaking in. But then a slow number started and they danced, but in the
conventional position, his right arm around her waist, her left hand on his
shoulder, their other hands clasped to the side. Then they went back to the
bar and ordered another drink. That put her way past her limit, but she did
pull her skirt mostly back down and everything seemed OK.
Then they got up to dance again. The first fast number was about like the
second one from before, but the second one had a really frenzied beat.
Several buttons on Maura's blouse seemed to have become undone. I could see a
lot of her bare breasts jiggling in the opening, and when she leaned toward
him, I'm sure he could see even more. Then she did a little squat, which
caused her skirt to ride way up on her hips and then she was straddling one
of his legs, obviously rubbing her crotch against it. When she turned her
back to me, I could see the bottom curves of her bare behind beneath the hem
of her skirt. Again I had the urge to stop this, but something was holding me
in my seat.
A slow tune began and this time Maura put her arms around the man's neck and
his hands slid down onto her bottom. She hadn't bothered to pull her skirt
back down, and as they danced closer and closer to my table, one of his hands
slid beneath the hem of her skirt and began caressing her bare cheeks.
Jesus, they're going to get thrown out of here! I thought. But looking around
the dimly lit dance floor, I realized that quite a few other couples were
doing the same thing. Like I said, a semi-trashy joint. Then she tilted her
face up and kissed him, at first rather chastely, then tongue to tongue. His
other hand slid up her side, along her rib cage, and onto her breast. She
leaned back a little, not breaking the kiss, and his hand covered one breast
through the silk blouse and then she pressed her body against his and I could
see the movement as he massaged her and she ground her crotch against his.
She looked for a moment right into my eyes, broke the kiss for just a second,
and smiled and a wave of jealousy washed over me.
Shit! I've got to stop this now! But I quickly realized that I couldn't,
because despite the jealousy, I had more than just the beginnings of a huge
hardon. One side of me wanted to go over and punch out this brazen stranger
and drag my slut wife out of there. The other, though, was completely turned
on, wanting more. What the fuck?
They were very close to me by now. She reached down and took the hand that
was caressing her behind and pulled it around between them and, although I
couldn't actually see it, I knew that she had pulled it up between her legs
in front and that he was now caressing her pussy. She sighed and whispered in
his ear and I could easily read her lips.
"Oh, yes, that feels SO good," she said, humping her pussy against his hand.
They resumed the kiss, hot and wet with passion. And then she turned her hand
and obviously began rubbing his hard cock. I was still consumed by jealousy,
but I had such a hardon that I was afraid I was going to make a huge mess in
my pants. I actually reached down and squeezed just below the head of my
cock, trying to cut off the inevitable.
Suddenly, the song ended, and they returned to the bar. Maura finished off
her drink, then gave him a long wet kiss, running her hands all over his
upper body, finally pulling his hand inside her blouse to caress her bare
breasts. Then she turned and started toward me. Her breasts bounced and her
nipples were straining against the thin cloth of her blouse.
Oh, shit, I thought. She's going to get her bag and vest and leave with this
fucking stud. Instead, she picked up her pocketbook and vest and grabbed my
arm.
"Let's go!" she said.
She practically dragged me out of the club and into the parking lot. At the
car I opened her door and stepped back to let her enter.
"No, you get in!" she said.
"You've had too much to drink to drive," I replied.
"The only driving right now is going to be strictly between us," she said.
She pushed me into the passenger seat and leaned down and released the seat
back and I fell into the full recline position. She climbed in on top of me
and began frantically undoing my belt.
"What the hell..." I began.
"Shut up!" she said.
She ripped my hard cock out of my pants and straddled my crotch.
"Maura..."
"Fuck me!" she said.
"Honey, there are people..."
"I don't care," she hissed. "Fuck me!"
I'd never heard her say that word. She didn't bother undressing. She just
pulled her skirt up around her waist and slid the crotch of her panties to
one side. Reflexively, I reached down to caress her pussy. She pushed my hand
away.
"Don't bother with that!" she hissed again. "I'm soaking wet. Fuck me, now!"
She lowered herself onto me and my cock slid into her very wet pussy and
suddenly we were fucking like we never had before, slamming our crotches
against each other.
"Oh, shit, yeah, fuck me!" she wailed. "Oh, god, it feels so good! Fuck me!"
She was writhing around all over me and I was pumping away like a piston gone
mad. Her blouse was gone and she pulled my hands to her breasts.
"Yes, pull my tits!" she moaned. "Oh, yeah, fuck me with that hard cock,
Frank! Fuck me harder!"
Frank? Who the fuck is Frank? Well, who cares at the moment. She was hissing
and moaning and chanting "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder..." and I
was doing the best I could. We were both bathed in sweat and then her whole
body began to tremble and she leaned down and pushed her tongue deep into my
mouth and a growl grew up from her chest and the trembling became something
much more than just a tremble and then she was moaning and growling and
coming and suddenly I felt my cock get about five notches harder than it ever
had before and I blew my load into her raging pussy, one! two! three! Jesus!
I'm not one of those guys who you read about who spurts a quart of come every
time some sexy teenager walks by, but it felt like at least a pint!
We were both so hot that we fucked right through both our comings. Even
though my cock was already deflating I just kept thrusting up at her and she
started coming again, literally a piggyback orgasm, and moaning obscenely
into my ear "Yeah, fuck me you bastard, fuck my horny pussy, fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me, yeahhhh..."
When her second orgasm was over, she collapsed on top of me, still trembling
and babbling and licking my face, completely out of control. I don't know how
long we laid there, but it was more than just a few minutes. As I calmed down
a little, I began to wonder that I'd survived this. Men my age have delicate
hearts.
Neither of us remembers the next half hour or so. We were back home, well, at
her house. Neither of us said anything. She took a shower. I took a shower.
When I slid into our bed, I guess her bed at that point, I figured she would
be embarrassed. She wasn't.
"Did that really happen?" she asked, snuggling up to me.
"I think so."
"So it turned you on as much as it did me?" she asked.
"Yeah, it did."
"Well, if I'd have known that fucking could be like that," she said. "I'd
have done whatever you wanted a long time ago."
"Mmm hmm."
"Oh, we've wasted so much time," she said. "Or, actually, I've wasted so much
time."
"Shh, don't worry about it," I said, putting my finger to her lips. "Let's
get some rest. I have a feeling that we're going to need it later."
"Yeah," she said.
"Oh, by the way, who's Frank?" I asked.
"I think you know," she said, giving me a wicked smile. 
She pulled one of my hands down and pressed it between her legs, rubbing it
up and down on her pussy.
"Oh, yes, that feels SO good," she whispered.
She giggled. Then she turned her hand and began caressing my cock.
"Oh, honey, we're gonna get all sweaty again," I protested. 
"That's the idea. Fuck me again, Frank!" she whispered, plunging her wet
tongue into my ear.
Oh well, no rest for the wicked.
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"You'll never change," I said. "You're about as exciting as weak iced
tea!"
Maura burst into tears and grabbed her pocketbook and dashed off to the
ladies room. For about the millionth time.
So much for this night. And this marriage. We'd had a decent run as
husband and wife. Most marriages founder on the same rocks - bad
communications, children, outside interference, money, sex, bad
communications, ridiculous expectations about money or sex, bad
communications, ridiculous disagreements about money or sex, etc.
Ours had run aground on sex. In the beginning it had been OK, never really
sizzling, just OK, but over the years it got downright dull. We got busy
with work and friends and other things and just lost each other. I found
myself looking at other women and fantasizing, but that's all I did,
because I loved Maura and didn't want to cheat on her, even if the
opportunity arose. That didn't stop me from thinking about it, and finally
I had to do something.
It took a long time for me to confront Maura about my unhappiness. I told
her just how I felt, and suggested that maybe if we made sex into more of
a game, maybe if she would just dress and act a little sexier now and
then, things might improve. She turned me down cold.
"I'm not going to dress or act like a slut," she said. "I'm happy with our
sex life as it is."
"Well, I'm not," I replied.
Once the ice was broken, we had this conversation many times. And the more
she resisted, the harder I pushed. At first all I'd had in mind was for
her to put on something sexy at home, and maybe, once in a while, initiate
sexual activity. In the end, I'd gotten lost in a bizarre wilderness of
fantasies that involved her dressing like a slut and going out and acting
like one with other men. The odd thing about it is that once in a while
she would almost cooperate, especially when we were out of town.
She'd put on something almost sexy and we'd go out somewhere and she'd
start to act almost sexy, but every time she'd back out way before the
crucial moment. And this particular night was no different, except that
we'd already separated and this was supposed to be a sort of last gasp
effort at reconciliation.
During our separation, neither of us had become swinging singles. I can't
speak for Maura, but I know that I hadn't because I simply wasn't
interested in other women. Maura was the only woman I ever wanted. But it
was her who initiated this "one more try" situation. We'd had lunch one
day and she was the one who brought up getting back together.
"That's hopeless," I said. "You know that I'll never be satisfied until
you do all that stuff. I'm fucking obsessed with it by now."
"I know," she said. "And you know I don't want to do it. But I miss you so
much. I think I can do it, if it makes you happy."
"Oh, baby, how many times have I heard that?" I asked.
"Let's try one more time," she replied.
Which is what had brought us on this night to this semi-trashy nightclub,
with Maura dressed in semi-trashy fashion - black high heels, dark stay-up
stockings, tiny white lace thong panties, a tight black mid-thigh
miniskirt, a thin off-white silk blouse and a dark maroon vest which
served to conceal the fact that she was braless beneath the silk blouse.
The overall effect was nice, but Maura refused to get up and dance with
me, or anybody else, nor would she remove the vest. She spent most of her
time tugging at the hem of her skirt, a most familiar activity. So the
evening quickly degenerated into yet another one of mean talk until I
delivered my last nasty line and she went off to the washroom. From long
and painful experience I knew what would happen next. She would have her
cry, fix her face and come back out, ready to go home. And if I didn't
cooperate, she'd take a cab. It had happened so many times that I'd lost
track of how many. So I nursed the tequila, hers and mine, unwilling to
invest more in yet another disaster. Usually it only took her about
fifteen minutes or so. But tonight it stretched on to twenty, then thirty
minutes. I guessed that this really was the last gasp. And I was down to
licking the last trickles of tequila out of her glass.
Then she came back out. Interesting. She'd taken off the vest. Her
magnificent breasts jutted out, jiggling under the thin silk as she
walked. I figured this was some kind of "OK, now you've seen them,
goodbye!" thing. As she approached our table, I started to get up. Might
as well get out of there with as little pain as possible. 
But she gave me a withering look, dropped her pocketbook and the vest on
the table next to ours and kept on going, right over to the bar. I sat
back down.
She climbed up on a bar stool and crossed her legs. I waited for the
obligatory tug at the hem of her skirt, but it didn't come. The skirt rode
up on her thighs high enough to show the beginning of the darker band at
the top of her stockings. She leaned toward the bartender and said
something. Moments later he set another tequila on the bar in front of
her. She'd already had two - well, one and a half - which was pretty much
her limit. 
She had just taken the first sip when a man moved onto the stool next to
her. She'd left her pocketbook on the table, so I was pretty sure that she
didn't have any money with her. The man seemed to be paying for her drink.
She leaned toward him and they talked animatedly. At one point they both
looked at me. There was a question in his eyes, but she smiled and moved
her hand dismissively in my direction. Then he took out a pack of
cigarettes and offered her one. I knew she would refuse, because smoking
had become one of our secondary wars. I wanted to quit, but couldn't. She
had quit, easily, and never let me forget it. She hadn't touched a
cigarette in at least five years. But she touched this one, putting it
between her lips and then holding his hand as he lit it for her. What the
fuck is going on?
They talked and smoked and drank and then the band started playing its
next set. A couple of dozen couples got up to dance and then she was
leading him onto the dance floor. They danced a fast number and she looked
magnificent with her breasts bouncing and her skirt riding up on her
thighs. Toward the end, the beat became a driving, sensual sound and she
moved closer to him, her legs straddling his, her skirt riding higher.
What the fuck? I was getting a little pissed. I considered going over and
breaking in. But then a slow number started and they danced, but in the
conventional position, his right arm around her waist, her left hand on
his shoulder, their other hands clasped to the side. Then they went back
to the bar and ordered another drink. That put her way past her limit, but
she did pull her skirt mostly back down and everything seemed OK.
Then they got up to dance again. The first fast number was about like the
second one from before, but the second one had a really frenzied beat.
Several buttons on Maura's blouse seemed to have become undone. I could
see a lot of her bare breasts jiggling in the opening, and when she leaned
toward him, I'm sure he could see even more. Then she did a little squat,
which caused her skirt to ride way up on her hips and then she was
straddling one of his legs, obviously rubbing her crotch against it. When
she turned her back to me, I could see the bottom curves of her bare
behind beneath the hem of her skirt. Again I had the urge to stop this,
but something was holding me in my seat.
A slow tune began and this time Maura put her arms around the man's neck
and his hands slid down onto her bottom. She hadn't bothered to pull her
skirt back down, and as they danced closer and closer to my table, one of
his hands slid beneath the hem of her skirt and began caressing her bare
cheeks.
Jesus, they're going to get thrown out of here! I thought. But looking
around the dimly lit dance floor, I realized that quite a few other
couples were doing the same thing. Like I said, a semi-trashy joint. Then
she tilted her face up and kissed him, at first rather chastely, then
tongue to tongue. His other hand slid up her side, along her rib cage, and
onto her breast. She leaned back a little, not breaking the kiss, and his
hand covered one breast through the silk blouse and then she pressed her
body against his and I could see the movement as he massaged her and she
ground her crotch against his. She looked for a moment right into my eyes,
broke the kiss for just a second, and smiled and a wave of jealousy washed
over me.
Shit! I've got to stop this now! But I quickly realized that I couldn't,
because despite the jealousy, I had more than just the beginnings of a
huge hardon. One side of me wanted to go over and punch out this brazen
stranger and drag my slut wife out of there. The other, though, was
completely turned on, wanting more. What the fuck?
They were very close to me by now. She reached down and took the hand that
was caressing her behind and pulled it around between them and, although I
couldn't actually see it, I knew that she had pulled it up between her
legs in front and that he was now caressing her pussy. She sighed and
whispered in his ear and I could easily read her lips.
"Oh, yes, that feels SO good," she said, humping her pussy against his
hand.
They resumed the kiss, hot and wet with passion. And then she turned her
hand and obviously began rubbing his hard cock. I was still consumed by
jealousy, but I had such a hardon that I was afraid I was going to make a
huge mess in my pants. I actually reached down and squeezed just below the
head of my cock, trying to cut off the inevitable.
Suddenly, the song ended, and they returned to the bar. Maura finished off
her drink, then gave him a long wet kiss, running her hands all over his
upper body, finally pulling his hand inside her blouse to caress her bare
breasts. Then she turned and started toward me. Her breasts bounced and
her nipples were straining against the thin cloth of her blouse.
Oh, shit, I thought. She's going to get her bag and vest and leave with
this fucking stud. Instead, she picked up her pocketbook and vest and
grabbed my arm.
"Let's go!" she said.
She practically dragged me out of the club and into the parking lot. At
the car I opened her door and stepped back to let her enter.
"No, you get in!" she said.
"You've had too much to drink to drive," I replied.
"The only driving right now is going to be strictly between us," she said.
She pushed me into the passenger seat and leaned down and released the
seat back and I fell into the full recline position. She climbed in on top
of me and began frantically undoing my belt.
"What the hell..." I began.
"Shut up!" she said.
She ripped my hard cock out of my pants and straddled my crotch.
"Maura..."
"Fuck me!" she said.
"Honey, there are people..."
"I don't care," she hissed. "Fuck me!"
I'd never heard her say that word. She didn't bother undressing. She just
pulled her skirt up around her waist and slid the crotch of her panties to
one side. Reflexively, I reached down to caress her pussy. She pushed my
hand away.
"Don't bother with that!" she hissed again. "I'm soaking wet. Fuck me,
now!"
She lowered herself onto me and my cock slid into her very wet pussy and
suddenly we were fucking like we never had before, slamming our crotches
against each other.
"Oh, shit, yeah, fuck me!" she wailed. "Oh, god, it feels so good! Fuck
me!"
She was writhing around all over me and I was pumping away like a piston
gone mad. Her blouse was gone and she pulled my hands to her breasts.
"Yes, pull my tits!" she moaned. "Oh, yeah, fuck me with that hard cock,
Frank! Fuck me harder!"
Frank? Who the fuck is Frank? Well, who cares at the moment. She was
hissing and moaning and chanting "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
harder..." and I was doing the best I could. We were both bathed in sweat
and then her whole body began to tremble and she leaned down and pushed
her tongue deep into my mouth and a growl grew up from her chest and the
trembling became something much more than just a tremble and then she was
moaning and growling and coming and suddenly I felt my cock get about five
notches harder than it ever had before and I blew my load into her raging
pussy, one! two! three! Jesus! I'm not one of those guys who you read
about who spurts a quart of come every time some sexy teenager walks by,
but it felt like at least a pint!
We were both so hot that we fucked right through both our comings. Even
though my cock was already deflating I just kept thrusting up at her and
she started coming again, literally a piggyback orgasm, and moaning
obscenely into my ear "Yeah, fuck me you bastard, fuck my horny pussy,
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yeahhhh..."
When her second orgasm was over, she collapsed on top of me, still
trembling and babbling and licking my face, completely out of control. I
don't know how long we laid there, but it was more than just a few
minutes. As I calmed down a little, I began to wonder that I'd survived
this. Men my age have delicate hearts.
Neither of us remembers the next half hour or so. We were back home, well,
at her house. Neither of us said anything. She took a shower. I took a
shower. When I slid into our bed, I guess her bed at that point, I figured
she would be embarrassed. She wasn't.
"Did that really happen?" she asked, snuggling up to me.
"I think so."
"So it turned you on as much as it did me?" she asked.
"Yeah, it did."
"Well, if I'd have known that fucking could be like that," she said. "I'd
have done whatever you wanted a long time ago."
"Mmm hmm."
"Oh, we've wasted so much time," she said. "Or, actually, I've wasted so
much time."
"Shh, don't worry about it," I said, putting my finger to her lips. "Let's
get some rest. I have a feeling that we're going to need it later."
"Yeah," she said.
"Oh, by the way, who's Frank?" I asked.
"I think you know," she said, giving me a wicked smile. 
She pulled one of my hands down and pressed it between her legs, rubbing
it up and down on her pussy.
"Oh, yes, that feels SO good," she whispered.
She giggled. Then she turned her hand and began caressing my cock.
"Oh, honey, we're gonna get all sweaty again," I protested. 
"That's the idea. Fuck me again, Frank!" she whispered, plunging her wet
tongue into my ear.
Oh well, no rest for the wicked.
   
