Doreen: Tom's Adventuresome Wife
by RLM
Courtship and Marriage:
Tom Currier first laid eyes on Doreen Martin when he had to
visit the accounting department of his firm to see about the
proper handling of a travel voucher related to his last
consulting trip. At 26, Tom was the youngest engineer with the
corporation, but he was already handling far more responsibility
than many of the more senior members of the engineering staff.
This was a measure of the confidence senior management had in his
extraordinary abilities to see and execute creative solutions to
very difficult engineering problems. It was now commonplace that
he was the engineer selected to visit those plants in the
corporation that were experiencing technical difficulties which
their in-house engineers could not handle. The current travel
voucher was the result of the latest of his consulting trips.
As luck would have it, the first available clerk in accounting
that morning was Doreen. Tom handed her the travel voucher and
said, "Could you arrange to have this deposited to the same bank
account as my monthly salary checks?"
The beautiful blonde looked at the voucher, checked her
computer data banks, and finally, looked at him. Flashing a
dazzling smile, she said, "So you're the Tom Currier, genius
engineer, I've heard so much about. Hi. I'm Doreen Martin.
This won't be a problem. You can expect the funds to be
deposited by late this afternoon, Mr. Currier."
Flattered, but also embarrassed, by Doreen's effusive
complement, Tom's face flushed red, which made him feel like a
schoolboy. Doreen saw his discomfort and thought to herself,
"Wow! Young... talented... single... sinfully handsome,
masculine, and sexy looking... and modest on top of all that."
She pushed her chair back and sat upright. At the same time, her
smile broadened and her eyes twinkled. Her new posture thrust
her large breasts forward. "Is there anything else I do for
you?" she asked.
Involuntarily, Tom's eyes moved downward where they focused on
the blonde's large chest. Realizing what he was doing, he jerked
his eyes back to her face and saw the knowing, gleam in her eyes.
The flush on his face changed colors to a deep red. Not only
had he been tongue tied by her complement, but now he had been
caught blatantly staring her thrusting breasts. Most men in such
a situation would simply retreat quickly to cut their losses.
Tom Currier was cut from a different mold.
"I'm sorry," he said looking directly into Doreen's eyes. "I'm
usually not such a complete dolt. First, I can't manage to say
'Thank You' for your very nice complement, and then to make
matters far worse, I get caught staring at you like a schoolboy.
I hope you will accept my apologies and my thanks for your very
kind comment. And I also hope you will accept my invitation to
dinner. I know a really great restaurant. It's not expensive,
but the food is fantastic."
Now it was Doreen's turn to be flustered. The number of men
who had become tongue-tied around her numbered in the dozens, or
perhaps, in the hundreds, and the number who had stared at her
body was in the thousands. Not once had any of these men ever
frankly and honestly apologized and then asked her to dinner.
That is, not one until she met Tom Currier. Her natural instinct
was to decline the invitation, but then she took another
appraising look at the confident, smiling engineer, and her pussy
countermanded her decision. She heard herself saying, "I'd love
to!"
"Great! Where do you live?"
Doreen jotted her address and phone number on a notepad and
handed it to him. Tom scanned the address, smiled again, and
said, "I'll pick you up at 8 PM. Reservations will be at 8:30
PM. Dress is casual. None of the men will be in suits and none
of the women in cocktail dresses or evening gowns. There is a
small dance floor but no live music. Thank you for accepting."
As he was walking out the door, Doreen realized with surprise
that she could feel tangible evidence of her excitement between
her thighs.
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Later that same day, Lewis Cains, another junior engineer,
approached his desk smiling. "Hey, Tom, the grapevine has it
that you have a date with Doreen Martin tonight. Any truth in
that rumor?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, it's true. I stopped by to cash a
travel voucher. One thing led to another and I ended up asking
her to dinner. Didn't really expect that she would accept, but
she did. Must be my lucky day!"
"Yeah, I can understand why you might think that. She's
absolutely drop-dead gorgeous... pure wet-dream stuff. I felt
the same way when I dated her a couple of months back."
"I didn't know you were dating her. I really didn't mean to
try to take your girl friend away. I'm truly sorry, Lewis. I
just didn't know."
"Oh... No. It's not a problem. I stopped dating her after
three dates. We haven't been out together for months. I also
know a couple of other guys who dated her... Neil Garvin and
Grant Hauger... same thing... two, three dates and that was it.
They just didn't ask her out any more."
"Care to tell what the problem was? Don't mean to pry, but I
have the feeling that you intended to warn me anyway. What's
wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. She's beautiful, intelligent, good company."
"But?" Tom inquired.
"But, she's really uptight about sex. After three dates, a
warm good-night kiss and a few squeezes of her wonderful chest
was as far as I ever got with her. I don't think she's frigid or
cold. I just didn't turn her on, I guess. Same story with the
other men. I hope you do better than the rest of us. Just don't
rub it in if you do."
"I never do that... not my style."
"I know. We all do. And we all appreciate it."
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Tom rang the bell at Doreen's apartment at 7:57 PM. Although
he was a few minutes early, Doreen opened the door immediately
and was ready to go. Her outfit was more than casual as Tom had
suggested, but she looked so good in it, he wasn't about to
object. The long-sleeve black top was very conservative except
for the fact that is did expose some deep cleavage and about a
quarter of each breast. The matching brown skirt was tastefully
short. She looked radiant. He was stunned, but this time, not
too stunned to speak.
"You look fantastic! Every man we see tonight is going to wish
he was me."
Doreen felt a little shiver. This man seemed to know exactly
what to say and when to say it. Looking him over, she felt he
also looked fantastic. His cashmere sweater was stretched tautly
over his muscular chest. His slacks fit him perfectly, and,
although they were not obscenely form-fitting, there was still
the hint of a sizable bulge at his crotch. His dark wavy hair,
his brown, bright eyes, the slight shadow of his beard, and his
strong jaw line gave him a very virile, masculine look. His
strong-willed confidence was evident to her. When she looked up
into his eyes, she saw the same knowing gleam that he had seen in
her eyes earlier in the day. Her face flushed.
"I like the way you look too," she said softly, "as I'm sure
you can tell."
"Well, thank you again," Tom said smiling. He offered Doreen
his arm, and she accepted it gracefully.
Dinner was excellent as Tom had promised. The veal scaloppini
was delicious, and the vintage cabernet Tom had selected
perfectly matched. When they had eaten, Tom suggested dessert.
"I can't. Too full, and I need to watch my figure," Doreen
said with a grin.
"I'll make you deal, I'll watch your figure and you eat
dessert. How's that?"
Doreen tilted her head and, with a sly smile, said, "Sounds
good, but you have to promise to watch my figure very closely. I
don't want to gain weight."
"Well, you drive a hard bargain, but Ok. I promise to keep a
very close eye on your figure."
For dessert, they selected crepe suzettes that were prepared by
the chef at the table. They were every bit as excellent as the
veal and the cabernet. As they enjoyed a last glass of the wine,
Doreen said softly, "You really know how to wine and dine a girl.
Do you have ulterior motives?"
"Men always have ulterior motives. I'm no different. Sorry."
"Sorry? Why sorry? I wouldn't date a man who didn't."
"Well, you're in luck then. You haven't. Would you like to
dance?"
"There's no one else dancing," Doreen protested.
"So? We'll have the entire floor to ourselves. Besides others
are just shy. As soon as we're out there, some others will join.
Shall we?"
Doreen rose gracefully, took Tom's arm, and followed his lead
to the dance floor. The music was slow and melodic. She moved
into his arms and found that he was a very good dancer, smooth,
skilled, and with an excellent sense of rhythm. That was
unexpected. Engineers were supposed to study all the time in
college... particularly skilled engineers like Tom.
"You dance really well, and you make it very, very easy for a
woman to follow. Most good male dancers want to show off their
skills and end up embarrassing their partner."
"On the dance floor, the woman is always the star... never the
man. A good male dancer is one who makes the woman he's with
look outstanding... and you look outstanding."
Doreen noticed that two other couples were now dancing, just as
Tom had predicted. "You could stand some improvement, however,"
she whispered in his ear. "Hold me closer. I won't break."
"Well, I always try to improve," he whispered back as he pulled
her closer until he felt her breasts against his chest. "Too
much?" he asked.
"More."
"More?" he questioned.
"Yes, more. Don't you want to be fair?"
"Fair? What do you mean?" Tom asked, puzzled.
"You can feel me... but I can't feel you... yet."
Already semi-hard from holding the beautiful blonde in his
arms, Tom felt his cock harden into a rigid spike. His pants
were tight enough that there was no way he was going to be able
to conceal his erection when the dance ended. He pulled Doreen
closer. "Is this better?" he asked.
Feeling his large, rigid shaft pressing against her mound,
Doreen sighed, "Mmmmmm.. much better. You've improved greatly
in the last 30 seconds."
When the song ended, Tom continued to hold her in his arms.
"The song just ended," she smiled, but didn't move away.
"I know. Let's dance another."
The next song began, and they continued to dance, Doreen's
breasts moving over Tom's chest, his organ sliding over her belly
and mound. The song ended. Tom was harder than ever.
When Doreen started to back out of his arms, Tom groaned, "Oh
god... this is going to be embarrassing."
Doreen grinned and led her date across the floor back to their
table. All the way there, the huge tent Tom's erection made in
his pants was blatantly obvious to anyone who looked. When they
were once again seated at their table, Tom said, "I hope that
wasn't too embarrassing for you."
"You're the one who seemed embarrassed. I loved it." Tom's
erection, which had been abating, surged again.
They stayed another 30 minutes while they finished the wine.
The entire time, Tom asked her about her job, her ambitions, her
background. Not once, did he mention anything about himself.
When the wine was finished, Doreen realized with a shock that she
had been doing 70% of the talking... Tom 70% of the listening.
And his follow up questions made it obvious that he was really
listening to every thing she said.
Before they left, Tom asked their waiter if he would ask Mr.
Gardino to come over.
"Who is Mr. Gardino?" Doreen inquired.
"He's the owner and manager of this restaurant. I've been
coming here for a couple of years now." A moment later, a man
in his mid-40s approached their table and shook hands with Tom.
"Thank you for coming over, Raphael. I just wanted to tell you
how fantastic dinner was and I also wanted to introduce you to my
date this evening. Doreen, may I present Mr. Raphael Gardino,
owner of the best Italian restaurant in the city. Raphael, this
is Ms. Doreen Martin."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Martin. And I'm delighted
that you had enough sense to take my warning seriously, Tom."
"What warning was that?" Doreen inquired, intrigued.
"I told Tom that it was ridiculous for a man such as himself to
be eating my superb cuisine alone. I also told him that he would
no longer be welcome if he again came in alone. However, to be
honest, I didn't expect him to bring the most beautiful woman in
the city."
Doreen smiled graciously and responded, "Like all Italian men,
you exaggerate, but, as you know, women love it."
"True... true, but in this case, exaggeration is not needed.
The truth is more than sufficient."
Finally, Tom interrupted. "I think I'll take my date and leave
before she abandons me for you, Raphael. Please tell Marcel that
he has outdone himself tonight with the veal the crepe suzettes."
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A half hour later, Tom's car stopped in front of Doreen�s
apartment house. He escorted her to the door, and, as she turned
to face him, he smoothly took her in his arms and kissed her
softly, his hands staying on her back. She returned the kiss.
Encouraged, his kiss deepened. Again, Doreen's lips responded in
kind. His arms tightened around her pulling her closer as his
lips moved sensuously over hers, his stiff erection once again
pressed hard and urgently against her mound. His tongue moved
out to stroke her lips. Hers touched his.
As Tom's cock surged to full erection, his hand moved downward
to Doreen's buttocks. She felt herself pulled tightly against
the rigid, demanding male shaft that was now throbbing against
her mound. Her pussy throbbed in response.
Abruptly, she pressed her hands against his chest and pulled
back almost out of his arms. "I'm sorry, but this is too fast
for me," she said softly so as not to insult him.
"You're right. I never behave like this. It seems like I just
lose all control when I'm around you. On the dance floor
tonight, I felt like an undisciplined teenager. I hope you're
not so disgusted that you won't see me again. I have tickets to
a new production of "Cats" this weekend. I would like for you to
come with me. Will you?"
"I'd love to go with you... to see "Cats" or anything else.
And I hope you're not too disappointed with me for saying 'no',
not yet."
Thirty minutes, later Doreen was alone in her bedroom. When
she had undressed, she was shocked to see how wet and sodden her
panties had become. When she held them to her face and inhaled
their aroma, the musky smell of her aroused cunt raised the level
of her excitement still further. She turned back the covers of
her bed and prepared to go to bed for the evening. But with the
way her pussy was throbbing, she knew that there was no possible
way she could get to sleep with her vagina and clitoris engorged
and pulsing as they were.
Doreen opened the drawer of a small cabinet beside the love
seat in her bedroom and removed an 8-inch phallic vibrator. A
moment later, she was lying on the love seat with her legs spread
and her knees steepled. The vibrator was so intense, she always
began with just her fingers. As she slowly stroked her wet sex
slit, the intensity with which her clitoris throbbed shocked her.
She was blazing hot.
Doreen was about to thrust the vibrator into her waiting,
pulsing hole when she thought, "This is ridiculous... I had a
fantastic man in my arms 30 minutes ago with a real, hot,
throbbing erection that was dying to pleasure me. What do I do?
I send him away and now here I am, spread out and ready, and all
I have is this plastic toy! What a stupid Bitch!"
Without hesitation, Doreen reached for her bedside phone and
dialed Tom's cell phone number. On the second ring, he
answered. "Hello, Doreen. Did you call to say good night?
That's wonderful."
"No. I didn't call to say good night, Tom. Where are you?"
"I just pulled into my driveway when you called. Still sitting
in my car."
"Good. I called to apologize for being such a silly, foolish
girl tonight."
"What? What are you talking about. You were wonderful."
"Like hell I was! I was a bitch. I'm lying here naked on a
love seat in my bedroom right now. I have my legs open and was
about to push my vibrator into my very, very wet pussy when I
realized that it should be your hard cock about to enter me and
would be if I hadn't put on that silly show when you brought me
home. Would it be too much if I ask you to drive all the way
back over here?"
"I'm backing out right now. I'm on my way. And you'd better
be ready when I get there because I'm so damn hard right now, it
hurts. It really hurts!"
'Hurry, Darling. HURRY! I'll make it all better with my hot
cunt."
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"Oh god! Don't stop! Don't stop! AAaaaahhhhhh... oh my
god!"
Tom had the gorgeous blonde spread out on the love seat in her
bedroom with his head between her splayed thighs, his tongue
stroking up and down Doreen's drenched slit. Each time it
reached the top and encountered her near bursting clitoris, it
would stop and work her pleasure bud up and down its pulsing
shaft until it was dancing wildly in and out of its protective
hood. At the moment Doreen begged him not to stop, his tongue
was once more circling and licking her throbbing clit. Then, he
sucked the entire shaft into his mouth, held it in place with his
lips, and sucked. Her clit swelled as more blood rushed in under
the pressure of the suction. When the tongue again began
stroking the blood-engorged organ, it convulsed in spastic
contractions... again and again.
Doreen's eyes rolled up, her lips curled in a grimace as her
mouth flew open, her tongue extended and curled upward as the
shuddering woman screeched and howled in a series of intense
climaxes, each one harder than the previous one. Her legs were
extended to their limit and rigid. Her tits bounced and heaved
as she tried to suck oxygen into her lungs. Doreen's juices
ejaculated in a stream that drenched Tom's face.
"AAAHHHHhhhhhh... STOP... STOP... OOOHHH FUCKKK... STOP...
STOP.. AAAHHHHHHHHH!!" she pleaded when she finally gained
control of her voice.
Taking mercy on the helpless woman, Tom backed off her
contracting, convulsing clit and watched her vagina opening and
closing as her spastic contractions continued. It took 30
seconds or so before they began to ebb, but Doreen's body
continued to shake. Tom gave her another couple of minutes to
recover before his tongue again moved into the swollen folds of
her cunt.
"OOOooohhh my god... never before... never like
this...oooohhhhhhhhhhh," she gasped as her hips again began to
thrust her cunt against his face. In just a few minutes, she was
rising toward still another orgasm.
"Please, PLEASE. FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW! I NEED COCK!
OH...OH... COCK MY CUNT, TOM. PLEASE!!"
Moving behind the beauty, Tom turned her onto her side and
pressed his 7-plus inches of iron-hard man meat against her
still-pulsing opening. Doreen thrashed wildly trying desperately
to impale herself on his sex spike. "Please," she moaned. He
pushed it into her and felt the hot, velvet glove of her vagina
sliding sensuously down the length of his prick until his balls
were pressed snuggly against her gorgeous body.
"AAAaaaaaaaaaaaa... that feels incredibly good," Doreen cooed.
Tom began to fuck her slowly. "OOohhhhhhhhh yesss... like that
... just like that.... give it to meeeeeeee!" Her excitement
mounted rapidly as she felt the hard phallus scrapping over her
G-spot while his fingers rubbed just above her throbbing
clitoris. Without warning, Doreen's vagina began to contract and
pulse around the huge male shaft embedded within its entire
length.
While still in the throes of her orgasm, Tom turned the moaning
female onto her hands and knees, pulled her hips high in the air,
aligned his cock with her opening, and nailed his entire length
into her waiting cunt. "UUUNNGGGGHHHHHH!!" came the wail of
pleasure/pain females always emit when drilled by a large male
phallus to the very bottom of their cunts. She came twice more
in doggy position before Tom decided it was time for Doreen to
ride his cock.
This time he pulled his organ from her still-throbbing vagina
and sat on the couch, his prick a rigid spike that thrust
vertically into the air. "Ride It, Doreen. Get on it!" he
ordered. Spreading her legs, she straddled his thighs and
lowered herself onto his cock. His organ filled her, and she
groaned at the exquisite sensation. Doreen was too tired and
too out of control to fuck herself on his rod, so Tom held her
hips and thrust himself rapidly in and out of her cunt until she
gasped, and he felt her vagina weakly throbbing around his cock
again.
"Doreen, I can't wait any longer. Suck me until I'm about
ready to shoot and then I'm going to cream your beautiful tits."
As soon as Tom was out of her pussy and waiting, she rammed her
mouth down his cock and began to suck as it were the fountain of
youth. He didn't want it to end, but he was so hot and hard, he
had to cum! Pulling his rod out of her mouth, Tom pushed a
moaning Doreen onto her back, moved his cock near her big tits,
and began to unload huge streams of cum until both of her mounds
were covered with thick cum ropes.
Falling over onto her body, now it was his turn to gasp for
breath. After a minute or so, he pushed himself erect, looked
down into Doreen's smiling face, and kissed her tenderly. Then
he kissed her harder.
"My god... how did you do that?" she moaned, totally
bewildered. "I've never ever cum like that in my whole life.
That was just fantastic! Where did you learn to make love like
that?"
He kissed her again. "You really know how make a man feel like
a lion, Doreen. Thank you. You were just an inspiration, I
guess. You're easily the most beautiful and passionate woman
I've ever been with."
"MMmmmmmmmmm.... why didn't you cum inside my cunt, Lover?
You could have, you know. You can cum in me anytime you want."
"That sounds just luscious. I wasn't wearing a condom, and we
hadn't really planned this. I thought it best if I didn't...
besides, I wanted to cream your gorgeous tits. If we're going to
do this again, we can both go to the clinic and be tested and
then neither of us has to worry."
Doreen jerked his head down to hers and kissed him hard as she
thrust her loins against his probing hand. "I feel like a slut,
but I also feel wonderful. Do you still want to take me to see
"Cats" this weekend?"
His fingers were gently rubbing her mound right about her
clitoris. In less than a minute, her hips were thrusting against
him again. "I not only want to take you to see "Cats" this
weekend, I want to see you all the time. Would you consider
marrying me?"
Doreen tried to answer, but her pussy was throbbing too hard.
She came again. Her body was still trembling a full minute
later. When she regained control, she smiled and said, "I think
you ought to fuck me a few more times just to make sure I'm good
in bed before you ask me to marry you."
"I'm serious. But I won't press the issue. We'll date. I'll
fuck you as often as you'll let me. Each month, I'll ask you
again."
"Can you fuck me again right now?"
"I've only cum once, Doreen. Your pussy and mouth still have a
lot of work to do."
"How many times can you do it in an evening?"
"Do I get to spend the night in bed with you?"
"Oh god. I was hoping you'd ask to stay the night."
"In that case, I'm afraid you're going to have to take three or
four more loads before morning, Darling."
"You're serious? Can you really do that?"
For an answer, Tom rolled the blonde beauty onto her back,
mounted her and moved deep into her sex saddle. He kissed her
and then drove his newly erected cock back into her throbbing
cunt. His masculine groan of satisfaction mixed with her
feminine shriek of pleasure.
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The next morning at work, Doris McCormick stopped by Doreen's
desk. She smiled at Doreen and said, "Well, the news is all over
the place this morning. You did it again didn't you." It was
more of a statement than a question.
"Did what?" Doreen asked, totally unsure of what Doris was
talking about.
"You know what. Every woman in the corporation has been trying
to get Tom Currier to ask her out. You finally manage to get him
and, as usual, you freeze him out just like you always do.
Frankly Girl, I think you need a brain transplant."
"Freeze him out? How do you know that, anyway?"
"Easy. Tom's pal, Lewis Cains... I sure you remember Lewis...
three dates with you and he was lucky to get a kiss much less
anything else. Anyway, Lewis just flat out asked Tom if he got
lucky. Know what he told him?"
"I can't imagine," Doreen said sarcastically.
"Well, he told Lewis that he didn't get as lucky as he did. He
didn't even get good night kiss... just a peck on the cheek and a
'I had a really nice time' brush off from you. Do you think he's
gonna ask you out again?"
"I hope so. He's very nice."
"If I were you, I wouldn't be holding my breath. Couldn't you
at least give the poor guy a good night kiss?"
As Doris walked away, Doreen smiled as she thought, "What a
man. He thinks more about me than about his male ego. God. If
that man asks me to marry him again, I'm saying 'Yes'!
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Exactly one month to the day later, Tom picked Doreen up for a
night at the opera. It would be her first time to hear a live
operatic performance. In fact, it was to be essentially the
first time she had heard an opera, start to finish. When they
were in his car on the way, he said, "I picked this particular
opera because it's my personal favorite."
"What's it called?" Doreen asked.
"Most opera buffs just call it 'Lucia'. Its full title is
'Lucia di Lammermoor'. It's a three act opera composed by
Gaetano Donizetti. Cammarano wrote the Italian libretto that he
based on Sir Walter Scott's novel, 'The Bride of Lammermoor'.
It's the opera every bel canto soprano wants to master and sing".
Now intrigued, Doreen inquired, "What's it about?"
"The story is a tragedy. Lucia is deeply in love with Edgardo,
but in order to restore prestige and wealth to the family, her
brother, Enrico, forces her agree to marry Arturo. Later, when
Edgardo sees Lucia's signature on the marriage contract, he tears
his engagement ring from her finger, curses her, and rushes from
the hall. Lucia collapses. Before the marriage ceremony, she is
so distraught over the loss of her one true love, she goes insane
and probably the most famous and incredibly beautiful bel canto
aria in all of the operatic repertoire follows. When you hear
it, you will understand why. At the end of the aria, Lucia dies
and in the final scene, Edgardo upon learning of Lucia's death
commits suicide by stabbing himself. It's a tragedy, but a
beautiful tragedy... one that speaks of true love. I hope you
like it."
Four hours later, as Tom held the car door open for Doreen, he
saw that tears were cascading down her cheek. "I don't think I
need to ask if you liked it," he said smiling.
"It was just beautiful. I've never heard anything like it.
How can anyone sing like that?"
"Simple. You have to be born with the potential for a great
voice, and then you have to work a lifetime to perfect your gift.
If you do, the result is that you can sing the mad scene from
Lucia as you heard it tonight."
"I hope you plan to make love to me tonight. You can fuck me
another time. I need you to make love to me tonight."
"That's been my plan ever since I bought the tickets to
'Lucia'."
Two hours later, Doreen and Tom's naked bodies were curled up
together both still gasping for breath. Tom had spent 30 minutes
kissing and softly licking every square inch of Doreen's body.
When she was moaning with desire, and his organ was hard as
stone, he had put her on her back with a pillow beneath her hips.
He didn't need to ask her if she was ready. Her hips were
thrusting before he even mounted her. When he did, she begged
him to put it in her. He had entered her slowly... deeply. When
it was all the way inside her body, he had kept it buried against
her cervix as he slowly ground his pubic bone against her
clitoris. She had climaxed twice before he began to slowly move
his rod inside her.
For 30 minutes he had fucked her, moving his cock all the way
out... then back into her depths. At first, it was tantalizingly
slow... so slow, Doreen begged him to go faster, but he made her
wait. Her passion mounted to a fever pitch when the speed of his
strokes increased. Toward the end, her legs were up high and
locked around his waist. The mattress was soaked with her
secretions. The squishing sounds of his cock as he pumped in and
out of her throbbing vagina filled the room. She had climaxed
again and again until she was begging him to fill her with his
load. Tom kissed her hard and held the kiss as he ejaculated
thick jets of semen into the depths of her pussy. The intense
contractions of his cock inside her made her cum again. When it
was over, neither of them could move. All they could do was lie
there, panting, their organs still coupled.
When Tom had regained his breath, he whispered in Doreen's ear,
"Will you marry me?"
Doreen squeezed her legs tightly around him and pulled him into
the bottom of her vagina. Then, she whispered into his ear:
"Yes." They kissed again, and when the kiss ended, she said,
"Now, I need for you to fuck me ... fuck me like a hot whore,
Stud!"
He did.
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One Year Later:
Tom and Doreen were married several weeks after Doreen had
accepted Tom's proposal. With Tom's excellent income augmented
by Doreen's, the couple had no financial problems and were able
to immediately purchase a beautiful home in an upscale
neighborhood. The newly wedded couple decided that it would be
best to wait several years before starting a family. This would
give them time to enjoy each other, to learn how to make the
marriage work best, and to become established in their jobs and
choice of location.
Sex between them was frequent and intense. Tom was constantly
amazed at his wife's sensuous eroticism. There was nothing she
wouldn't try, and if he couldn't come up with something new, she
would. He often marveled about how totally wrong Lewis Cains had
been when he characterized Doreen as not being that interested in
sex. It was all he could manage to keep up with her.
By the end of the first year of their marriage, the intensity
and frequency of sex had, not surprisingly, begun to decrease.
Although most couples experience this, it bothered Doreen. After
a month of intense courtship and a year of marriage, Doreen had
been surprised to realize how much she enjoyed the intensely
erotic sex she and Tom enjoyed.
It had been her idea to introduce bondage and role playing into
their sex. At the time, Tom was hesitant, but Doreen had been
insistent. Later, he came to enjoy it as much as she did. For
the past two months, Doreen had been dressing in more and more
erotic clothing, and to her delight, it had served to heighten
the sexual intensity of their couplings.
It was a Saturday and Tom was out on the golf course, as usual,
so that Doreen had time on her hands. To take advantage of the
warm, sunny, and beautiful day, she decided to read and sun
herself beside their pool. Since she wasn't going to get much
sun in her tight jeans, she went to the master bedroom, stripped
down to her bikini panties, and put on a pair of black
short-shorts. Deciding to omit a bra, she put on a light blue
tank top. At first, she slipped her feet into a pair of thongs,
then changed her mind and opted for a pair of open-toed sandals
with wicked three-inch stiletto heels. Ten minutes later, she
was enjoying the sun while reclining in a yard chair beside their
pool.
Doreen had been reading for perhaps thirty minutes when she saw
the movement of the curtains in the attic window of the Winslow
house that occupied the lot next to theirs. Although Tom had had
a high privacy fence put around their spacious back yard, the
Winslow's attic was sufficient high that anyone behind that
window could easily see into their back yard.
Instead of being shocked by the idea that someone was spying on
her, Doreen's excitement soared. She even felt wetness in the
crotch of her shorts. Mentally, she pictured Jeff Winslow and
his wife Kay. They were about 35 or so, ten years older than
she and Tom, but still very attractive. She wondered if Jeff was
in the attic spying on her.
Pretending to read, Doreen watched the attic window out of the
corner of her eye. On impulse, she lowered the shoulder straps
of her tank top and pulled it down far enough to expose half of
her tits. Putting down her book and leaning back in her chair,
she put on a pair of dark sunglasses and pretended to be
sunbathing. From behind the shielding glasses, she saw the
curtains move apart.
She squirmed around in her chair as if to get comfortable, and,
in the process, pulled her top down enough to expose her nipples.
Instantly, the curtains moved again. This time, Jeff moved
close enough to window that she could see him looking at her
through a pair of binoculars. She felt her pussy throb with
excitement.
Doreen stood and looked around the back yard as if to be
certain that she was alone. Then, she slowly pulled her tank top
upward over her head. She tossed the garment on the yard table
and stretched with her hands behind her head, her shoulders back,
giving Jeff a perfect view of her large tits. Quickly raising
her eyes, she could see that he was now holding the binoculars
with one hand while the other was stroking his erect cock.
Juices gushed from her vagina. She hadn't been this turned on
in months. Reaching behind her back, she unzipped her black
shorts and let them fall down her thighs. She stepped out of
them, naked save for her heels. She sat back down in the chair.
As she did so, she glanced at the attic window and saw that Jeff
was now pumping his rod much faster.
Doreen wanted to make Jeff cum. Seductively, she turned in the
chair so that her front faced the attic, steepled her knees and
took off her heels. Standing up, she turned her back toward the
window so he could see her ass and legs from behind. When she
spread the blanket on the ground, Doreen made certain to bend
over to give him a good view of her slit peeking from between her
thighs.
Lowering her body to the blanket, Doreen reclined on her
stomach with her legs extended. In this position, she couldn't
see the window, but she knew that he was jerking his cock
furiously, hoping to see more of her body. She gave him his wish
by moving her legs apart so that her back, her butt, her thighs
and legs, and her ass and cunt holes were fully exposed.
Now wildly excited, Doreen had to do even more. Rising from
the blanket, she again bent over, picked it up and took it over
beside the edge of the pool. After spreading it out, she sat
reclined on her side with her legs teasingly bent concealing
every thing she knew that Jeff wanted to see. Through her dark
glasses, she could see that he was still at the window, still
stroking his cock. But it wasn't as hard as it had been. She
smiled knowing that he must have already shot off once and was
now working on number two.
Turning onto her back, she cupped her tits and reclined on the
blanket. She knew his cock had just gotten harder. Steepling
her knees, she held the position for a while before she let them
fall open to give Jeff a perfect view of her bare cunt. She saw
the man's hand start to move more rapidly up and down his
engorged shaft.
Doreen felt an irresistible urge to show him her open cunt from
the back. Turning her body over on the blanket, she lay on her
stomach with her legs open as she had done before. After a few
moments, she bent her legs and lifted her feet into the air.
Determined to make Jeff cum, she reached back and began rubbing
oil onto her back. Slowly, her hands descended to her buttocks,
which she rubbed and oiled sensuously. Finally, she was holding
her buttocks open to expose the gaping hole of her excited
vagina. At that moment, Doreen came. At the same moment, Jeff's
load spewed out all over the attic curtains.
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That night Doreen and Tom were in bed fucking. He had just
entered her and was slowly beginning to thrust in and out of her
very receptive, hot cunt when she told him about Jeff spying on
her from the attic. Instantly, she felt his hard cock jerk and
throb inside her vagina. It felt like it had gotten even bigger
and harder.
"Oh fuck, that's hot!" he exclaimed. "How much did you show
him?"
"Every thing, Honey. Every thing... my legs, my thighs, my
tits, my nipples, my ass, my cunt... every thing!"
"OOOHHH gawd damn!" Tom moaned as he jack hammered his cock to
the bottom of Doreen's cunt with hard, driving strokes. They
both came within a couple of minutes. Doreen's was still raging
hot and fortunately for her, Tom's rod was still semi-hard. A
moment later, he began fucking her again, his pistoning cock
churning the cum load already in her pussy into a thick white
froth that coated their coupled organs.
"What did Jeff do?"
"Unnghh... harder, Baby... Harder. OOOhhhh Yes. Like that!...
MMmmmm... he jacked off... twice I think... AAAAHHHH!!"
"OH FUCK! How do you know?"
"I could see him jerking his rod."
"When he shot... what were you showing him when he came?"
"AAAHHH... god... you're hard.... it feels like an steel pole
in my cunt... oooouuuuuuuuuu... don't know about the first
time... aaaahhhhh... deeper, Stud... harder... I'm gonna
cummmmm... he shot off when I spread on my back and showed him
my cunt and then turned over and let him see it from the rear...
uuuhhgghghhh... I'M CUMMINGG!"
"ME TOO! TAKE IT, YOU HOT SEXY BITCH!"
Later, when their orgasms had ebbed and they were slowly
stroking each other's body, Tom asked, "Will you do it again?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Oh god YES! I want to watch you doing it."
"Why don't we start leaving the shades in our bedroom up so he
can see. Their bedroom is so close, he won't even need the
binoculars," Doreen suggested.
"I bet he uses them anyway," Tom grinned as he pushed his newly
hardened cock back into his wife's hot pussy.
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For the next week, Doreen left the shades open in the evening
when she was undressing. Tom would stay in the guest bedroom and
watch the Winslow's house to see if he could see Jeff spying on
Doreen. Four days passed with no sign of Jeff, but on the fifth
day, Tom saw the curtains inside the Winslow's darkened bedroom
moving aside. He could only discern a shadowy image on the other
side since the room was dark, but it was obvious that Jeff had
finally discovered the free porn show going on right next door.
Tom picked up his cell phone and dialed their home number.
When the phone rang in their bedroom, Doreen quickly answered.
"Well?" she asked.
"He's in his bedroom watching you, Baby. What are you doing
right now?"
"I'm sitting on the couch talking to you, Honey. My legs are
wide open facing the window. He's getting a great view of my wet
panties, Lover."
"He must be. I can see him slowly jerking his cock. And just
as I predicted, he's looking at you through some pretty big
binoculars."
"Mmmmmmmmm... you have no idea how incredibly hot this is
getting me."
"I think I do. Erotic new sex games always drive you wild."
"Yeah, I guess you have figured that out by now, Lover. I've
just pulled down my tank top. When I did, it pulled my bra part
way down with it. One of my nipples is exposed, and the other
one is almost out of the top of the bra."
"And Jeff sees it too!"
"How do you know?"
"Cause he suddenly started stroking his prick faster."
A minute passed before Tom heard his wife speaking again. "I'm
throbbing. I can feel my pussy gushing, Baby."
"What are you doing now?"
"I've pulled my bra down now. Both tits are completely
exposed. I'm pretending to be scanning a magazine while keeping
my legs open and rubbing my tits. Has Jeff shot off yet?"
"Not yet. He's having to stop stroking more and more often.
He wants to prolong the fun as much as possible. You'll have to
show him more to get him to shoot it, Honey."
"That's not a problem, Lover. I'm going to turn around and
take off my skirt for him now."
A minute passes. "Is your skirt off?"
"Not yet. I'm dragging it out. I'm bent way over... sticking
my ass out toward him. My skirt is slowly coming down my thighs,
Honey."
"There! Skirt's off now. He's looking at my ass with just my
panties covering it now."
"Jezz! What did you just do. Jeff moved closer to the window
and he really jerking his dick now."
"I've turned around so he can see my ass and I'm pulling my
panties down, Lover. He's looking at your wife's sexy ass and
probably my cunt now."
"Judging from the way he's whacking his rod, he must be able to
see your cunt, Doreen. Take your panties off, Honey."
"They are off. He's looking at your wife's ass, Baby. I'm
going to turn around and sit down on the couch again."
"Have you done it yet?"
"Doing it now."
"Oh FUCK! He just had to stop jerking again. What did you
just do?"
"Not much. I just leaned back, raised my legs, and opened my
thighs. My cunt and ass holes are completely exposed now, Tom.
I'm cupping my tits."
"He's adjusting the binoculars now."
"What's that mean?"
"I think he's switched to the highest magnification. He's
probably got a great close up of your cunt and ass."
"As soon as he cums, tell me. I'm gonna turn out the light and
close the blinds. Then I want you in here! And in me... in my
cunt. I'm so hot, I know I'll cum as soon as you stick it into
me."
"His hand is really jerking it now. He's gonna shoot, Baby.
Just a second... jacking faster... arching his back... HERE IT
CUMS! Jezzz! What a load! He shot out 4 or 5 huge streams,
Honey. He's done."
A moment later: "Ok. The lights are out... the blinds are
closed. Get in here. I NEED TO BE FUCKED... RIGHT NOW!"
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Doreen and Tom continued to put on porno/strip shows for Jeff
once or twice a week for several weeks until the novelty and
excitement of doing it began to wane. This didn't bother Tom
nearly as much as it Doreen who found herself craving the intense
eroticism of what they had been doing.
One night after dinner, Doreen expressed her concerns to Tom.
"I really miss the excitement we had teasing Jeff... getting him
so hot that he creamed the curtains in his attic and bedroom.
Don't you sort of miss that?" Doreen asked, hoping that her
husband shared her feelings.
"Sure. It was really hot. The best part was the incredible
sex sessions we had afterwards. Would you like to start teasing
Jeff more often?"
"No. Not really. That's sort of worn thin. He's seen every
part of me that I have to show him. We need consider some other
ways to add spice to our sex."
"Ok. Jeff's seen every part of you, but there are a nearly
unlimited number of guys that haven't. We could go to a club and
you could flash and tease the men there. They would change
constantly so it would take quite awhile before that got dull.
What do you think?"
"MMMmmmmmmmm... you are one sexy man. That's very hot. How
would you feel about my doing that when you're around?"
"I'm sure I'd be hard all the time. We could do either one of
two ways or both. We could go together and I pretend I have no
idea that you're coming onto other men, or we could go to the
club separately. I sit at a nearby table and watch."
"What do I do if one of the men I'm teasing decides he wants
more than just looking. What if he comes over and asks me to
dance and then has his hands all over me on the dance floor? How
do we handle that?"
Doreen's question caused Tom some concern. "I'm not sure. I
don't want you to have sex with them, that's for sure! You're my
wife. Teasing and flirting is erotic, but I don't think I could
handle your having sex with them."
"Fair enough," Doreen replied. "How far do you think I should
go? When would it cease to be hot and sexy for you and become
stressful and humiliating? Neither of us want that."
"I'm not sure. How far would you want to go?"
"Well... teasing, flirting, flashing for certain. Maybe
dancing with the guy if he asks me. Letting him feel my ass and
probably my tits. Would that be Ok with you?"
"Yeah. That would be hot, but how would you get him to stop
there?"
"That wouldn't be a problem. I just tell the guy up front that
I'm married and teasing with a little fooling around is as far as
I go. We'll be in a public place so they can't very well rape me
or anything like that."
"All right. We can pick a club this weekend and try it out."
"Could I go any further than letting the guy feel my ass and
tits?" Doreen asked.
"What else do you have in mind?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe, feeling the guy's cock. Letting him
feel me under my skirt or inside my blouse. Perhaps a blowjob
out in the parking lot? Could you handle that?"
"Yeah. That won't be a problem."
"MMMmmmm... Good! I'm already getting wet just thinking about
how hot it's going to get you and how wild our sex is going to
be. Now, I do have something that I have to tell you."
"What is it?
"When you were playing golf last Saturday afternoon, Jeff came
over for a visit."
"Really? What did he want?"
"He wanted to tell me how much he enjoyed watching me strip.
He said he couldn't remember ever being that hard before. I got
wet when he told me that in detail. He also asked me if I would
have sex with him."
"Randy bastard," Tom said.
"Well, you can hardly blame him the way I teased him. You
would have asked me too if I had been teasing you that way."
"That's true. So, what did you tell him?"
"I said 'No', that I don't screw other men. I just enjoy hot
flirting and flashing. He was really disappointed... I mean, he
was crushed. He's dying to fuck me, Tom."
"I'm sure. I would be too. So, what else happened? Did you
let him?"
"No, of course not! After I refused sex, he asked if we could
play around and just have oral sex. I told him I'd think about
it and let him know."
"So? Have you decided? Do I get a say in this?"
"Of course you do. I'm not doing anything that makes you
unhappy. But you just said you'd be OK if I gave a guy a blowjob
out in the parking lot. So, can I call Jeff back and tell him
'yes' to oral sex?"
"Can I watch?"
"I don't think he could do it if you were in the room. We need
to do it just like we did when I was stripping for him. You
watched, but he didn't know you were watching. You could hide in
the house and watch us."
Tom's cock immediately got hard as iron thinking about it.
"Yeah... call him back and say 'yes' to oral sex. When would you
do it?"
"How about tomorrow night? I'll tell Jeff that you're on one
of your frequent consulting trips until the weekend. I'll tell
him that I don't want to have oral sex with him in my bedroom and
we'll do it here in the den... on this couch. You can hide on
the upstairs landing and have a perfect view."
"Damn! Come on! Let's go to bed and fuck. I'm hard just
thinking about this. Are you wet?"
"Drenched, Baby. Come on!"
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Doreen called Jeff the next afternoon while he was at work.
"Hello, this is Jeff Winslow speaking."
"Hi, Jeff. It's the hot pussy lady from next door. Can you
talk?"
Wildly excited, Jeff exclaimed, "Oh god, Yes! Just let me shut
my office door." A moment later, he was back on the line. "Ok.
It's shut. Have you got an answer for me?"
"I have, and it's 'Yes'.
"Oh YEAH! When? I'm already hard."
"Tonight if you can make it. Tom had to go out of town on one
of he consulting trips and I'll be alone. Can you make some
excuse to get away from Kay?"
"I'll have a friend call me at home and let Kay answer. He'll
tell her we have an emergency and ask if I'm home. She won't
suspect a thing. What time?"
"How about 8 PM? Now, remember! It's playing around and
mutual oral sex. No fucking. Ok?"
"I'll be there at 8 PM."
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When Doreen answered the door at 7:55 PM, she was wearing a
dress with a leopard pattern that just barely covered her ass, a
rpair of matching panties, and platform slippers. Jeff was
already hard when he rang the doorbell, but upon seeing the
obscene dress Doreen was wearing, he got even harder. As soon as
he was inside the door, he pulled Doreen into his arms and kissed
her passionately, his tongue moving inside her mouth during the
kiss.
"Easy, Jeff, easy. I'm not going anywhere. We have hours to
enjoy this. I don't want to do in my bed... that seems just too
mean to Tom. Let's use the couch here in the den, Ok? Just
remember... no actual fucking."
"Anyplace will do, Doreen. You look stunning!"
"I think 'whorish' would be a more appropriate term, don't
you?"
"I don't think so. You're more beautiful than any whore I've
ever seen. And I'm going to be honest with you... I've agreed to
your no fucking rule, but I'm going to be doing every thing I can
think of to change your mind."
"Fair enough. What me to strip, Honey?"
"No. I've seen you do that quite a few times now. I want to
undress you."
Doreen knelt on the couch facing away from Jeff. She looked
seductively over her shoulder, smiled, and said, "I'm waiting,
Stud. Come get me, Honey."
Jeff moved behind Tom's wife, slipped his hands around her and
cupped her big tits. She turned her head and they spent the next
ten minutes with their mouths fused together, tongues exploring,
while Jeff's fingers worked on Doreen's hard nipples.
When they finally broke their kiss and came up for air, Doreen
was panting. "My god! Jeff. Why didn't you tell me you could
kiss a woman like that? You could have had me like this months
ago."
"Turn around, Doreen. I'm going to take out your tits and suck
your nipples until your pussy explodes."
"Oooohhh yessssssss...," Doreen moaned as she turned to face
her lover. With one swift movement, Jeff had the top of her
dress pulled down. Both of her 36D tits thrust out toward his
face where his mouth captured on her hard nipples.
His mouth suctioned the hard bud inside his mouth. His teeth
nipped her causing a groan of pleasure/pain to erupt from her
mouth. As her left nipple was sucked and licked, its breast was
squeezed and caressed by one of Jeff's hands while the second
hand worked steadily on her right tit and its hard nipple.
He sucked her nipples hard... causing them to become engorged
with blood until Doreen felt like they were going to burst. They
both became ultra sensitive to the point that each time Jeff
sucked hard, her cunt would contract and throb. He now had his
hands wrapped both of her globes, squeezing and kneading them
while his mouth licked, bit, and sucked her bursting nipples.
Doreen's hips began to hunch as Jeff worked her nipples. After
15 minutes of steady sucking, stroking, licking, squeezing, and
milking of her tits and nipples, she was moaning. "Oh god! Oh
god! Can't believe this... aaahhhhhhhh... oohhh shit... you're
gonna make me cummmmmmm!"
Her moans caused Jeff to increase the intensity of his sucking
and kneading of her tits. Then it happened:
"AH! AH! AH! AH! UUNNGGHHHH.... UUNNNNNNNNNNNNN... I'M
CUMMING!! SUCK MY TITS YOU HOT BASTARD!!"
Up on the landing, Tom was jacking off furiously. When he
heard his wife cumming from nothing more than just tit play, his
cock exploded his first load. His chest, the wall and floor, and
his hand were drenched with semen before his orgasm ebbed.
Jeff pushed Tom's wife onto her back and quickly stripped off
her panties. For a moment, she thought he was going to mount her
and fuck her despite their agreement. The way she was throbbing,
she didn't think she would have stopped him.
"Your turn, Doreen. Get my cock out and suck me.!
Tom's wife rapidly scrambled onto her hands and knees, unzipped
Jeff's pants and extracted his iron-hard, uncut, 6 and a half
inch of cock. It was throbbing wildly in her hand, like a
captured snake. Lowering her mouth, she engulfed the snake and
swallowed it whole.
Jeff had never had a woman deep throat his cock on the first
thrust. The exquisite feeling of Doreen's lips kissing his groin
as his cock throbbed inside her mouth and throat almost drove him
over the edge, but he wasn't a teenager, and somehow, he managed
to gain control before he ejaculated like a schoolboy.
Doreen held his balls and sucked his cock just like he had
sucked her nipples... hard... her tongue making frequent trips up
and down the entire length of the throbbing male shaft. Jeff's
hips began to thrust, just as hers had when he had pleasured her
tits. His thrusts drove the cock in and out of her mouth like it
were a cunt he was fucking. Each thrust dove the head almost two
inches down her throat.
Jeff stripped off his shirt and then rose to remove his pants.
When he stood up, Doreen stayed right on his cock... sucking him
all the way every time her lips made the journey down the thick
shaft.
Finally, Jeff managed to get his clothes off. "Kneel in front
of me, Honey. Suck me like a hot slave!" Getting on her knees
in front of her lover, she held the base of his cock while her
lips worked up and down the rest of the shaft and the throbbing
head. "No hands! Mouth suck only, Baby."
Doreen put her hands behind her back and continued to pleasure
the thick phallus with her lips, her tongue, and her mouth hole.
He held her head and thrust himself in and out of her hot wet
hole as she kept her lips squeezed tightly around the surging
male shaft.
"I'm gonna cum, Doreen. Get on your back. Hurry! I'm almost
there."
Doreen climbed onto the couch, got on her back, and opened her
mouth as wide as she could. Jeff held her head in place with his
left hand while his right jerked his throbbing shaft. When he
felt the load surging through his cock, he aimed the cock right
at her wide open mouth hole and began to pump load after load of
thick, white cum into Doreen's mouth.
After the sixth gush was inside her mouth, she closed her mouth
and swallowed. Then, she carefully licked up all the cum that
had splashed on her face. After that, she used her lips and
mouth to clean Jeff's organ.
"Your turn now, Doreen. Spread you legs, Honey. I'm going to
eat that hot cunt."
Doreen opened her legs and watched as Jeff lowered his head
between her gaping thighs until his mouth covered her cunt. She
howled with passion when she felt the wet spear of his tongue
separate the lips of her pussy and swipe up its entire length
until it arrived at her swollen clitoris. She squealed loudly
when she felt her sensitive clit being sucked into Jeff's mouth
where he tortured it with his tongue sliding up and down its
throbbing, pulsing shaft.
Tom was about to cum a second time when he heard his wife
scream, "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH.... OOOOHHH FUCK... THAT'S SOOO DAMN
GOOD! LICK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Jeff proved to be a master cunt licker. Keeping his tongue
continuously moving over her engorged clitoris while his fingers
caressed and probed her throbbing vagina, Doreen grabbed her
tits, squeezed her nipples hard and then began to twist them. In
five minutes, her ass was pounding up and down on the couch. "Oh
fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she chanted over and
over and over as she surged higher and higher toward orgasm.
Just before Doreen reached her orgasm, Jeff pulled away from
her convulsing pussy. "NNNOooooooooooooo... don't stop...
Please... Don't stop! I'm almost there!"
"Can I fuck you?" Jeff asked.
"No... we agreed," she wailed, her hips thrashing and hunching.
"No, we didn't agree not to fuck. We agreed that I wouldn't do
it unless you changed your mind and I warned you that I was going
to try to change your mind. Can I fuck you?"
Doreen's hips flailed the air. Her ass was a foot off the
couch, rotating in the air... begging... trying to get her
lover's mouth back on her pulsing cunt. "Please! OH PLEASE!
FINISH ME!PLEASE!" she begged and wailed.
Pressing his mouth to her throbbing sex hole, Jeff pushed his
tongue between the gaping lips of her cunt, swiped upward in her
sex trench causing howls of ecstasy to erupt from her lungs.
When the tongue reached her clit and began to suck and lick in
sensuous strokes up and down its entire length and then over its
sensitive head, Doreen squirted all over Jeff's face and the
couch. Her climatic shriek of female pleasure could be heard
outside on the lawn."
Jeff moved up over Doreen's trembling body, his knees on either
side of her body. Lowering his body on hers, he pushed his
iron-hard cock between her huge tits. "Hold your tits around my
cock, Doreen. I'm going to tit fuck you."
Although still in the throes of her own orgasm, she still
managed to press her tits about her lover's cock and keep them
pressed hard against his rod as he slammed his cock back and
forth between her large globes. In less than five minutes, his
load gushed out creamed her tits and one gush shooting into
Doreen's open mouth.
Up in the loft, Tom's cock pumped out its third load at the
same time as Jeff creamed his wife's big tits.
Doreen and Jeff rested for about 30 minutes or so. Doreen had
started to put her dress on, but Jeff stopped her. "Leave that
off. We're not finished yet."
"MMMmmmmmmmm... I love that," Tom's wife cooed. "How many
times can you do it? You've already cum twice."
"With you, at least once or twice more. I just need a short
break."
The two lovers enjoyed a glass of wine while Jeff continuously
talked about how hot he had gotten watching Doreen strip and
exhibit her body to him. His comments were very descriptive,
even including how he loved the close-up of her open cunt through
his binoculars and awesomely hard she had gotten him. The more
he talked, the hotter Doreen became. Finally, her excitement
reached the point where her hand was moving between her thighs
openly masturbating in front of Jeff.
"God! That's hot watching you rubbing yourself. Come on,
Honey. Squat in front of me... sit on your heels and rub that
hot cunt while you stroke my thick cock."
Jeff's words enflamed her still more. A moment later, Tom was
staring directly between his wife's wide open thighs as she sat
on her heels and finger fucked her cunt and rubbed her clit with
one hand while jerking Jeff off with the other. She rubbed
herself faster and faster and getting close to cumming when Jeff
pushed her onto her back and once more moved between her thighs
and began to pleasure her with his tongue and mouth.
Ten minutes later, Doreen's ass was jack hammering up and down,
her hands squeezing her big tits, as she babbled and grunted the
way a woman always does when she's about to cum. Jeff stopped.
"AAAHHH NO! NO! NO! DON'T STOP YOU BASTARD! I FINISHED YOU...
FINISH MEEE! I'M ALMOST THERE. PLEASE!"
"I'll finish you with my cock up your cunt... no other way. If
you want to cum, jack your legs back, spread wide open, and tell
me to fuck you."
"No..no... please... do me... finish me... FINISH MEEEE!"
"Legs up!" Jeff ordered.
Doreen's hips pumped up and down in a futile effort to cum.
"AAHHH... AAAHHHH... just a little more... PLEASE!"
"Last chance, Doreen. LEGS UP! SPREAD! DO IT!"
Tom's wife was helpless. Her legs flew up into the air and
spread wide open. Her hands grabbed her claves and pulled them
back elevating her cunt into perfect fucking position. "Hurry!
FUCK ME! FINISH ME!"
Jeff mounted her and drove his rigid cock spike deep inside the
convulsing woman's wide open, waiting fuck hole. She howled in
orgasm as the thick rod stretched her open and slugged into the
bottom of her cunt hole. She came again as soon as he began
fucking her. His hands thrust beneath her ass to hold her in
position to receive cock, which he hammered in and out of her in
one hard thrust after another... each one making the moaning,
gasping woman grunt in female satisfaction. Neither could last.
Jeff's load poured into her depths of her cunt in one huge gush
after another as her pussy erupted in another throbbing orgasm
around the driving male spear so deeply embedded inside her
married cunt.
Thirty minutes later, Jeff had dressed and returned home since
he knew Kay would be expecting him. As soon as he was out the
door, Tom ran down the stairs, three at a time, to the den. His
wife was waiting for him on the same couch on which she had just
been fucked. She was naked; her tits shining with Jeff's just
deposited semen, while another big load was seeping from her
cunt. She was slowly masturbating her clit with her legs wide
open when Tom entered.
"Do you want to divorce your whore wife, Darling... Or would
you rather fuck the shit out of her? I hope its the latter... I
want your big cock in my cunt!"
She got it.
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Later that evening in bed, Tom hugged his wife and asked, "Why
did you decide to let him fuck you, Doreen. We agreed not to go
that far?"
"I know, but you were watching, you know how hot he got me. I
just couldn't resist any longer. All I could think about was
sex. Besides, you were right there. You could have stopped it
at any time. All you had to do was walk into the room, and
Jeff's hard-on would have wilted, and it would have been over.
Why didn't you""
"I guess for the same reason you didn't stop. All I could
think about was sex and how hot it would be to see you being
fucked."
"Are you mad," Doreen asked.
"No. Not really. Are you?"
"No... not at all. I loved it! And the fact that I knew you
were watching made in unbelievably hot. Jeff thinks he's the one
who made me cum that hard... but actually, it was you."
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Saturday Night at the Club:
According to plan, Doreen and I went to a popular nightclub
Saturday night. She went in first and I followed soon
thereafter. I immediately saw Doreen at the bar by herself.
There was an empty table close to the dance floor, which seemed
to be a very convenient place to sit to watch the unfolding
events of the evening.
Doreen hadn't been at the bar more than ten minutes before a
man approached. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but
obviously my wife liked what she saw. A moment later, he took
the seat beside her and ordered more drinks. They chatted for
quite a while, and as they chatted, the distance between steadily
decreased until their legs were touching below the bar level.
From time to time, I saw my wife smile seductively at the guy.
The second time this happened, his hand moved to Doreen's knee.
She raised no objection.
I was beginning to think that the man with her didn't know how
to dance or had no interest in doing so. This notion was
dispelled when I saw him rise, take my wife's arm, and lead her
to the dance floor.
Sitting as close as I was, I had no problem following Doreen
and the dark-haired guy as they moved about the dance floor. At
first, she kept a respectable distance between their bodies. But
the longer they danced, the closer he pulled my wife, and she was
obviously making no effort to discourage him. By the second
song, Doreen's head was resting on the guy's chest and his hands
had moved down below her waist to come to rest on her buttocks.
When his hands began go knead the cheeks of her ass, I expected
she might stop him, but instead her response was to grind her
hips against his hands.
When the song ended, he led my wife over to the juke box to
have her select the next song. As she studied the available
selections, he said something to her. Doreen turned, smiled at
him, and as she made the selection, she pulled her dress up in
the back to expose her ass, her thong doing nothing to cover her
ass.
When the next number began, my wife and the guy were almost
stationary on the floor. Their feet were hardly moving. What
was moving was the man's hands and my wife's hips. His hands
were alternately caressing her back and stroking her ass. As the
hand moved over the cheeks of her ass, she pressed herself
against his body and sensuously moved her mound over his large
bulge. Encouraged by her actions, I saw the hand that had been
stroking Doreen's back move up to the side of her breast where it
gently rubbed over its thrusting surface. Doreen pulled back a
little to allow the guy's hand to slide over the top of her tit.
Once he had hs hand on my wife's tit, I knew it wouldn't take
him long to expose it. She wasn't wearing a bra and the V-neck
of her dress already exposed a lot of her tits. One simple pull,
and he would have my wife's tits out. He moved them into a
darker area of the dance floor, and a moment later Doreen's tit
was sticking obscenely out of her dress.
As he worked her hard nipple, her eyes closed, but again, she
gave no indication of objecting. I could almost hear the man
thinking... "If the hot slut wasn't going to object to having one
of tits exposed, why not take them both out?"... Before the song
ended, he had done exactly that. For the rest of that number,
they danced with both of my wife's tits sticking out of her
dress.
Just before the song ended, Doreen tilted her head back and the
next moment their lips met in a passionate kiss. As their lips
moved sensuously together, the man's hands continued to stroke
Doreen's ass and both of her naked breasts while she ground her
mound into her erection.
When the song ended, the guy said something to my wife. She
smiled, replaced her tits inside here dress, and they walked,
hand-in-hand, to an empty booth at the side of the room. This
was far enough away that I had to move to a different position to
see what was happening. When I was finally in a position where I
could observe them, I saw that Doreen was so close to the guy
that she was practically sitting on his lap. I also saw that he
had one of his hands under the table top, and from the way my
wife's body was squirming, it obvious that the hidden hand was
caressing her legs.
While the hand on Doreen's legs was hidden, the hand working on
my wife's tits was not. It only took a moment before he again
had one of the breasts out of her dress. As he pulled and
twisted the nipple, an expression of hot excitement flashed over
Doreen's face.
Again, I changed my position so that I was slightly further
away and facing my wife. The new position allowed me to see that
his hand was on her leg slightly above her knee. It was moving
in small circles with Doreen making no effort to stop him. As I
expected, his hand gradually moved higher up her leg taking her
skirt with it until it reached her upper thigh. Looking at my
wife's face, I saw with some shock that her eyes were closed, her
mouth was open, and her tongue was flicking rapidly across her
top lip.
By this time, the man's hand had inched upward until it was
almost touching my wife's panties. His hand caressed first one
thigh and then the other, always staying very close to her
panties. Doreen seemed unable to keep her ass still. Again, I
saw him lean over and whisper into Doreen's ear. She smiled and
shook her head.
He let five minutes or so pass while his hand continued to play
with her thighs and tits. It didn't take long to get both of her
breasts out of her dress. Doreen again raised no objection and
made no effort to replace her breasts inside her dress. Once
again he whispered in her ear, and this time I saw my wife's legs
part to give him more access. Immediately, his hand moved the
last two inches to her crotch and then slid sideways so that it
was directly over Doreen's pussy. My wife's mouth opened wide
and although I couldn't hear, I knew she had just emitted a deep
groan as the hand began sliding up and down her panties right
over her slit.
As I continued to watch, my cock now hard as stone, I saw my
wife's legs spread even wider to allow his entire hand space to
cover the crotch of her panties. As he worked his fingers up and
down her slit, her panties became wetter and wetter until they
were soaked. At this point, he pressed harder forcing the thin
panties to slide between the lips of her pussy. He continued to
work until he had the entire crotch band buried between her
engorged labia.
Doreen was now openly panting at the table. With the panty
crotch buried between her lips, his fingers were now caressing
the bare outer lips of her pussy. Doreen's ass squirmed on the
seat, but she made no move to stop the action.
The man's next move was obvious. In fact, he had waited longer
to make it than I had expected. I watched as he slipped a finger
under her panties. The garment bulged outward as the finger
moved downward to her slit. My wife's hips lifted off the seat
when it entered her wet hole. I could see the bulge in her
panties getting bigger and then smaller as he moved his finger in
and out, finger fucking her cunt. A moment later, his entire
hand was under the panties and she was being finger fucked by at
least two, probably three, fingers.
The bulge moved upward. Suddenly, my wife's ass began to hunch
up and down as he worked her throbbing clitoris at the same time
as he finger fucked her even faster. It was obvious that my wife
was hovering on the edge of an orgasm. At this point, he slowed
his motions, and I could see that bulge at the top of her slit
moved away. He was deliberately keeping my wife right on the
brink of cumming without letting her cum. The entire scene
reminded me of the way Jeff had gotten his cock into my wife's
cunt.
He whispered something in her ear. When she shook her head
negatively, his finger moved back to her clitoris where it very
quickly excited her back to the edge of an orgasm. He whispered
in her ear again. This time, I saw my wife nod. She lifted her
ass off the seat, the guy pulled his hand out of her panties, and
she slid them down her thighs and over her heels. When her
panties were off, she gave them to the guy who put the souvenir
in his pocket.
With her panties gone, he now had easy access to her cunt.
Moments later, I saw three of his fingers pumping in and out of
my wife's stretched vagina while his thumb worked her throbbing
clitoris.
Again, the man whispered something in my wife's ear. This
time, she looked over in my direction, obviously unsure as to
what to do. I motioned for her to tell the man she had to go to
the ladies room. She pointed to her purse, obviously asking him
to watch it for her. Thus assured that she would return, he
nodded and Doreen slid out of the booth.
As soon as she was out of the line of sight from the booth, I
pulled her into an empty booth in the area. "What are you
doing?" I asked. "He's practically fucking you right there in
the booth. Who is he anyway?"
"I know. He keeps working me right to the edge of an orgasm
and then stopping. I'm so hot... I can't stop throbbing. He
wants me to go to a motel to fuck. He's just a guy who picked me
up. His first name is Cory."
"I don't want you to let him fuck you, Doreen."
"I know you don't. I told him that I was meeting my husband
here in 15 minutes and that didn't have time."
"And?"
"He gave up on the idea of motel. Now Cory wants to take me
out to his SUV and fuck me in the back seat."
"You want him to fuck you, don't you? Are you going to do it?"
I asked.
"Not if you're going to hurt and furious. Is this really so
much different than Jeff the other day?"
"I was watching then. I felt like I was part of it. Now, I'll
just be waiting here while he screws you."
"You could follow us and watch through the car window while he
fucks me."
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As soon as Doreen returned to the table, Cory wasted no time in
hustling her out of the club to the parking lot. Since he had
only a short time to enjoy my wife, I knew he would screw her
right there in the parking lot rather than drive some other place
and waste time.
I didn't wait to be certain I wouldn't be seen. There were so
many cars in the lot, I knew it would be difficult for me to find
Cory's car unless I followed them closely. I gave them a 5
second head start and then when out the same door.
When I was outside, I didn't see them ahead of me. They didn't
have enough of a lead for them to already be out of sight in that
direction, so they must have turned either left or right. I
glanced in both directions and was just in time to see them
rounding the corner to my right. I hurried after them.
As soon as I reached the corner, I could see them near the rear
of the parking lot. There was a large, black SUV parked there
and as soon as they reached it, Cory unlocked the back door.
Doreen climbed into the back seat and Cory followed, shutting the
door behind him.
Now I could afford the luxury of waiting until Cory was
occupied with my wife and wouldn't see me. Doreen probably
would, but that was even better. It would make the experience
even hotter for her.
I waited maybe four minutes or so and then carefully approached
the SUV. Fortunately, the windows were not tinted and there was
ample lighting from the large mercury lights in the lot to
illuminate the inside of the car.
I heard my wife before I saw either one of them. "OOOhhhh
Shit! Don't stop, Cory Baby. Lick my hot married pussy, Lover.
OH OOHH... Gonna Cummmm!" I or anyone else walking by could have
heard my wife cries as her orgasm exploded. I wasn't surprised
given the length of time Cory had been working on her tits, legs,
cunt, and clitoris.
When I looked through the rear window, I saw they guy's head
socked into the socket of my wife's gaping thighs. Cory already
had her naked, which wasn't surprising since all he had to do was
pull off her dress. One of her legs was up in the rear window,
the other splayed out toward the front seat. Cory was taking his
time. He really didn't care if her husband arrived and had to
wait. He intended to enjoy this married slut.
His tongue continued to swab up and down the length of my
wife's throbbing slit. I knew when he reached her clit from her
shrill shriek of hot pleasure. I could also tell from the way
she thrust her hips high in the air and held them there while he
sucked her engorged clit. "OOOOHHHH Don't Stop, Baby. Make me
cum again. I'm almost there. Harder, you hot Fucker. Lick me
harder. UUNNGGG!!"
Then less than minute later, I heard, "AAAHHHHHHHHHHhh....
FUCKKKKKK... CUMMINGG... I'M CUMMINGGG...MMMMMMMM..." Her climax
lasted 30 seconds or so. As soon as it ebbed, Doreen howled,
"NOW, STUD! NOW! GET ON ME! GET IN ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG
PRICK, BABY. FUCK MY HOT MARRIED PUSSY!"
Cory flipped my wife over onto all fours and pulled her ass
high in the air. Her head was resting on the car seat as he
mounted her, aligned his 7-inch dick with her cunthole, and drove
five inches of its length into her hot, waiting hole.
"UUnnnggghhhhh....yes...like that... LIKE THAT! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Doreen grunted in female heat.
The guy slammed his meat all the way into her cunt on the
second stroke and then began to screw my wife with hard, rapid,
forceful thrusts that hammered his cockhead into the bottom of
her throbbing vagina. She came again from the intense fucking he
was giving her. The wild contractions of her cunt triggered his
orgasm. He held my wife's ass steady, buried his rod all the way
inside her fuck hole, and then hammered short jabs into her as
his cum pumped into pussy.
"MMMmmm... That was good, Baby. You really made my pussy
explode. I've got to get back inside. My husband will here
soon."
"Not yet, Doreen. I want to fuck you again. You can tell
hubby that you had to use the ladies room and that you're sorry
you made him wait... or for that matter, tell him there was a hot
stud who wouldn't let you go until he had fucked you again.
Whatever. Turn over onto your back, Honey."
It was obvious to my wife that there was no way she was going
to be permitted to get out of the car until he had fucked her
again. So, she turned onto her back as ordered and opened her
thighs wide. I could see the thick load of cum seeping out of
her stretched, swollen pussy.
"I need for you suck me hard again, Baby." With that comment,
Cory straddled my wife's chest and shoved his semi-hard rod into
her mouth. As he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth, he
squeezed her tit. I could see her cheeks hollowing every time he
pushed the cock into her mouth. Her hips were beginning to hunch
in fuck motions. When he saw her humping, he reached back and
finger fucked her cum-filled cunt while she sucked him.
It took about five minutes before he was hard enough to screw
my wife a second time. Hooking her legs over his arms, he pushed
them up and back, spreading her wide open for his newly hardened
fuck stick. Doreen wrapped her hand around him and guided the
big head into her opening. As he pushed into her, she grunted
the way women always do when a cock stretches their pussies open
and enters.
Once he had it in her, the hot sensation of her velvet cunt
sliding up and down his shaft quickly hardened his rod into a
rigid steel shaft. "Take it you hot Bitch," he growled as he
fucked my wife.
"Give it to me, you sick bastard... seducing and fucking a
married woman."
"Squeeze my cock, Slut. Clamp that hot fuck tube around my
prick, Baby, while I screw you."
"AAAHHH... like that? You like the way my cunt feels on your
cock, Big Boy? Do you like fucking me? Then give it to me.
Fuck the shit out of me!"
Cory slammed his meat in and out of my wife's convulsing vagina
as she moaned that she was cumming. I saw his finger thrust into
her ass just before he unloaded in her cunt a second time.
Doreen waited until Cory dismounted and then scrambled to get
back into her dress. "Can I get your phone number, Honey. I'd
love to see you and fuck you again."
"Give me yours. If I can get away from hubby, I'll give you a
call. We can do it in a bed next time."
"Shit, Baby. You're already getting me hard again. You're
really something."
"Well, you'll have to take care of that hard-on with your hand,
Honey. Hubby is waiting."
My wife kissed him and got out of the car. I was waiting for
her at the corner of the building. When she kissed me, she
whispered. "Having you watch is just incredibly hot. I loved
it. Thank you. Can you smell me?"
"Easily. You smell like hot cunt mixed with male cum."
"I should. It's running down both my thighs. Feel."
I did. Both of my wife's legs had streams of semen sliding
down their length. "It'll fill up your shoes before we get home,
Honey."
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Three Months Later:
The level of sexual intensity in the Currier home had not only
returned to honeymoon levels, it had exceeded it. At work, Tom
had difficulty thinking about anything other than how hot sex
with Doreen had been the previous evening. If he wasn't thinking
about the previous evening, he was wondering and fantasizing
about what new erotic delights his hot wife had planned the
coming evening.
For her part, Doreen was equally, if not more turned on by the
sensuous, exotic sex than her husband. During her lunch hour,
she often found herself shopping at Victoria Secrets for some
new, hot outfit to wear that night for her husband.
A month previously, she had introduced Tom to a hot, new game
she had invented that she liked to call "SFF", which was an
acronym for "Seek, Find, Fuck". While Tom was at work, she would
dress up in some sexy outfit designed to conceal her identity.
Usually, her outfit would consist of new clothes that he hadn't
seen, a wig that changed her to a brunette or redhead, or perhaps
use a rinse, contacts to change her eye color, and so on. She
would leave her husband a note telling him at which of two clubs
he could find her. The game was for her husband to "seek" her
out... "find" her... and then seduce and "fuck" her at the club
or in the parking lot. When they played the game, sex was always
searingly hot, not only that night but for a week or two
afterwards as they teased each other about what had happened.
On two occasions, Tom had been unable to find his wife. Once,
it was because her disguise had been just too good. He had
searched for almost two hours before giving up and returning
home. An hour later, this woman he didn't recognize rang the
doorbell. When he answered, she asked him if he was interested
in screwing her. She wore her disguise all the time they were in
bed fucking.
On the second occasion that Tom was unable to find Doreen, it
wasn't his fault. A sexy 24-year old guy had gotten to her
before he did, and sall the time Tom was examining various women
trying to determine which one was his wife, the 24-year old stud
was between his wife's thighs examining her cunt and ass with a
deep probe. Of course, she had not told him that. Instead, she
apologized for going to the wrong club. Tom had given the matter
no further thought.
A little more than three months had elapsed since Tom and
Doreen had begun playing the porno/strip game with Jeff. It was
Friday afternoon, and Tom found himself wondering what to do for
dinner. Doreen was in Houston at an accounting meeting for their
corporation and wouldn't return until late Sunday. It wasn't
often that she had to travel, but it did happen. Her boss, Edwin
Logar, needed her assistance to fill in details with which he
wasn't familiar. Generally, Logar, his associate director, Perry
Kaulen, and Doreen would attend such meetings. He certainly
couldn't complain since his position required much more frequent
out-of-town consultant trips than Doreen's did.
He was in the process of searching the fridge for something he
could fix for dinner without a lot of trouble when the doorbell
sounded. Glancing at his wrist watch, Tom saw it was almost 8
PM. He wondered who was calling at this hour. Assuming it was a
solicitation of some sort, he was very surprised and delighted to
see that instead of a salesman, it was Kay Winslow, Jeff's very
attractive blonde wife.
"Hi, Kay. Glad to see you. Doreen's out of town. Want me to
take a message for her?"
"No. I don't have a message for Doreen. Actually, I came over
to talk to you. Have you got some time, or would later be
better?"
"Now is fine. Come on in. I was just in the process of trying
to find something to fix for my dinner. Would you like
something? Maybe a drink or a beer?"
"A glass of wine, if you have it, would be nice."
"White or red? We have both."
"You choose. Men are better at that than women."
"Well, I'm not so certain about that, but I have a nice
semi-sweet Merlot. That Ok?"
"Sure," Kay said as she took a seat in the den. When Tom
returned from the kitchen, a glass of wine and a beer in hand, he
said, "Why don't we have our drinks out on the deck. It's a
really beautiful day." Out on their spacious deck a minute
later, Tom handed Kay her wine while he opened a can of beer.
Sitting down, Tom said, "What's on your mind, Kay." As he
waited for her response, he noticed for the first time how sexy
Jeff's wife looked. He had known for a long time that she was a
very attractive, 34-year old blonde, but tonight she was wearing
a small, white dress with two straps over the shoulders that
showed off her very nice cleavage. In addition, the dress was
short enough to reveal a nice expanse of her tanned legs, which
she had crossed in a way that exposed a very generous amount of
her thigh. The 3-inch white heels made her a very sexy,
desirable woman.
"Like what you see?" she said softly with a sexy smile.
"Very much. You're a beautiful woman, Kay. Jeff's a lucky
man. And, I'm sorry. I try not to stare at women and make them
uncomfortable, but occasionally the testosterone overwhelms my
good judgment. Sorry. Hope I didn't offend you before you even
told me what's on your mind."
"You didn�t offend me. If I was going to be offended by
attracting your masculine attention, I wouldn't have worn this
outfit, and I wouldn't be sitting here showing you most of my
thigh. Thank you for liking the way I look."
"Well, I do... very much. Thanks for being so honest. What's
on your mind?"
"I don't know any really delicate way of putting this, so I'm
not even going to try... My husband is fucking your wife."
Tom choked slightly on his beer. After coughing several times,
he managed, "How do you know?"
"Women can tell, Tom. But I know men want hard, tangible
evidence. First, he hasn't been taking care of my sexual needs
for the last couple of months. Second, I know Doreen put on some
hot strip shows for Jeff that he watched through his binoculars
from our bedroom window. I know because once when she did it,
Jeff was working in his shop, and I watched Doreen from the
bedroom. She was putting on a really hot, porno strip show.
Tom took a long pull at his beer. "Is that it?" he asked.
"No, there's more. Third, on a couple of occasions, I could
smell the aroma of Doreen's cunt in his pubic hair."
"But that might be any woman," Tom protested. "You couldn't
tell Doreen's scent from that of some other woman."
"That's right, but who else does Jeff know that well? Fourth,
and finally, one afternoon, I got off work early because of an
electrical outage. When I was driving home, I stopped at the
Holiday Inn to have a drink in the lounge. Jeff's car was in the
parking lot. Naturally, I waited to see what was up. He and
Doreen came out of the hotel about an hour later. He got in his
car, Doreen in hers, and they left. Are you convinced?"
"I guess so. I'm not totally shocked, Kay, because Doreen told
me that after she had put on one of these strip shows... she is
sort of an exhibitionist as you have probably gathered... Jeff
came over when I was out of town. She told me that one thing led
to another and they ended up having sex. But I'm sure that it
was a one-time thing... or maybe two times since you saw them at
the Holiday Inn."
"Well, leaving aside the question of frequency for the moment,
tell me, were you angry... furious... when you found out that
Jeff had fucked Doreen?"
Tom was at a loss as to how to answer Kay's question. Finally,
after a significant pause, he said, "No. Not angry or furious.
I was hurt because she was having a wonderful time without me.
We had a long talk, and I thought that it was simply a one-time
thing... a fling. So, I let it go."
"That's very understanding of you. But let me tell you that
Jeff has fucked your wife a lot more than just two times. I
don't have an exact count, but it's probably more like one or two
dozen times. And he's not the only guy screwing her either."
Tom was shocked. He had had no idea that Jeff had become a
regular visitor to Doreen's cunt, and he certainly knew nothing
about any other men except Cory that night at the club. He also
didn't understand how Kay could know all this. So he asked her.
"What do you think your wife is doing all the time when you're
out of town on your consulting trips three times a month or so?
I've seen her boss Ed Logar visit several times when you're out
of town. I've also seen one of your colleagues... I think his
names is Lewis... dropping by to see Doreen."
"And Jeff? Is he doing my wife when I'm out of town?"
"Of course. As well as other times."
"What other times? How can they manage it?"
"It's not that hard. When you're in town, you play golf every
Saturday like clockwork. While you're out hammering the ball
with your shaft trying to put it in the hole, Jeff is often over
here hammering your wife with his shaft trying to put it into her
hole... with great success, I might add."
After a protracted silence, Tom finally asked, "So, what's the
bottom line? Are you going to divorce Jeff? Are you angry?
furious? What do you want from me?"
"Nope... none of those. Like you, I'm not angry or furious,
I'm just mad that he's having so much fun while I'm sitting at
home with a horny pussy. As to what I want from you... well...
what do you think I want?"
As she asked the question, Kay smiled and slowly pulled the top
of her dress down sufficiently to expose both of her hard
nipples. She was braless. Next, she draped her left leg over
the arm of the deck chair while spreading her other leg far to
the right. Kay was also without panties. Slowly, sensuously,
she moved her hands between her open thighs and spread her labia
to fully expose her cunt.
"Does this answer your question?" she whispered as her tongue
slowly licked her lips.
"Damn! But are awesomely beautiful and sexy!" Kay grinned at
the complement and opened her legs even wider.
"But I'm not into revenge fucking, Kay. To be honest, I'm not
sure I could maintain an erection if that was the reason for
sex."
"If I wanted revenge on Jeff, Honey, I would just divorce him,
take all his money, his home, our savings and throw him out of
the house. I have no interest in revenge. He's a great
husband... and he's also really hot in bed. Just ask your
wife... she knows! I don't want to hurt Jeff. I love him. I
just want an attractive man to scratch the itch between my legs
with his big hard probe. Right now, my husband is too busy
scratching Doreen's itch to take care of mine. So... would you
like to have that job until Jeff starts taking of me properly?"
Tom's rod throbbed in his pants. Staring at the nearly naked
woman spread out in front of him had him hard and hot. Kay saw
his bulge, nodded toward his crotch, and grinned. "I think he
would really like to have the job. Wow! How big is that thing?"
Flustered, Tom replied, "I've never cheated on Doreen before."
"Really? Your wife is getting screwed by who knows how many
cocks and you're still the faithful husband. Don't you think
that that's sort of one-sided and unfair?"
"Doreen's at a business meeting of the accounting departments
for our corporation that won't be over until last Saturday night.
She's in Houston with Logar and his chief assistant, Perry
Kaulen. Do you think Logar is fucking her?"
"Of course he is! I told you that I've seen him visiting
Doreen several times when you're out of town on a consulting
trip. Now he has her alone in his hotel for three or four days
and you wonder if he's screwing her? Come on, Tom. What kind of
a question is that?"
"I agree it looks that way, but you can't really be sure."
Doreen looked at her watch. "Tom, it's almost 10 PM now.
After a hard day's work at the conference and early meetings in
the morning, Doreen should be in her hotel room getting ready for
bed. Call her room."
Tom nodded, checked the hotel phone number in the phone's
built-in directory, and dialed. When the front desk answered, he
asked to be connected to Doreen Currier's room. The phone in his
wife's room rang... rang again... and again. Ten rings later,
the operator said, "I'm sorry, Sir. But there's no answer.
Would you like to leave a message for Mrs. Currier?"
"No thank you. That won't be necessary."
"No answer, huh?" Kay commented. "I'm not the least surprised.
She's in Logar's room or maybe Kaulen's."
"You don't know that," Tom persisted.
"True. Call Doreen's cell phone. Talk casually to her.
Listen to the background noises... ask her what's she's doing...
where she is."
Tom was having a very difficult time taking his eyes off Kay's
exposed cunt and tits. She smiled seductively and whispered, "I
love the fact that you can't keep from staring at my pussy and
tits, Honey. You can see them anytime you want."
With a shaking hand, Tom dialed his wife's cell phone. After
four rings, he heard her voice. "Hi, Darling. Is every thing
all right?"
"Sure. No problems. Just a little lonely, and I wanted to
certain that you're Ok and that the conference is going well. Is
it?"
"I'm fine, Honey. Just sleepy and tired. It was a very long
day. Uuummmm..."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing... just yawned."
"Ok. Where are you? What are you doing now? I'm sitting in
the den having beer watching reruns on TV... boring... boring...
boring."
"I'm sorry, Honey. But now you understand how lonely I get
when you're off on a consulting trip. I'm in my hotel room
getting ready for bed. Thought I'd read a little until I fall
asleep."
"Are you naked?"
Doreen giggled. "Yes, I'm naked. That thought get you hard?
... You'd better...mmmmmm"
"I'd better what? Didn't hear that last."
"It was someone on the TV talking. Just a second. Let me turn
it off."
Tom tried but couldn't hear the TV. He did hear, "ssshhhhh".
"Ok. I turned it off. Miss me?"
"Hell yes, I miss you. That's why I'm calling."
"Well, when you're gone, I find that the vibrator I keep in my
bedside table helps me relieve my tension. You're welcome to use
it if you like."
"Very funny, you sexy, hot Bitch. Just wait until you come
home. You'd not going to be able to walk for two days."
"I'll look forward to my punishment, Lover. See you! Big
Kiss!" Doreen broke the connection.
Kay was full of questions. "Where did she say she was?"
"In her hotel room."
"She's lying."
"Yes... she's lying," Tom confirmed.
"She's in Logar's room, isn't she?"
"Probably or Kaulen�s. I think he spoke to her."
"Really. What a dunce! What did he say?"
"When I asked Doreen if she was naked, she replied that she was
and asked me if that made me hard. I heard someone say, 'You'd
better ...' then the voice trailed off. I think the full
sentence was, 'You'd better believe it.' I'm pretty sure Logar
was hard looking at my naked wife and made the comment."
"Anything else?"
"Doreen suspected I had heard Logar so she told me the TV was
on. But I listened and couldn't hear any other sounds coming
from the TV. When she said she would turn it off, I heard what I
think was her saying 'ssssshhhhh' to Logan to warn him to be
quiet."
"My guess is that right at this very moment, Logar is between
your wife's legs fucking the shit out of her," Kay said with a
knowing expression on her face.
"I'm certain that you're right. When I told my wife I missed
her, she suggested that I could do what she does... use her
vibrator."
Kay burst into uncontrolled laughter. "Don't think that's
gonna do you nearly as much good as it does her."
"No. It won't. But I know what will." Kay stopped laughing.
"Get your hot, sexy ass into the bedroom, Kay. I'm going to fuck
you until you've had so many orgasms you collapse."
"Oh Hot Damn!" Kay scrambled out the deck chair and walked
rapidly to Currier's master bedroom. Looking back over her
shoulder, she moaned, "Hurry! Please hurry!"
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By the time Tom reached the bedroom, Kay was already on the bed
waiting for him. She had pulled the top of her dress down below
both tits and hiked the hem up around her waist. Her left leg
was raised and steepled, her heel resting on the bed's surface.
Her right leg was lying flat on the bed and extended straight
out. The position totally exposed her wet cunt.
Tom made short work of his clothes. Kay never took her eyes
off his muscular body as he did so. Hot desire surged through
her body making her vagina and clit throb with anticipation.
When Tom lowered his jockey briefs to allow his turgid, 8-inch
sex spear to swing free, Kay gasped. "Oh my god! It's
beautiful."
Kay quickly crawled out of the bed and knelt in front of Tom
holding his throbbing organ. "Oooo My! It's just huge!" she
gasped as her tongue run up and down the length of the iron-hard
cock. A small strand of precum dangled from its tip, which Kay
quickly licked up and swallowed. She had to stretch her mouth to
fit her lips over its big cap. Her hand moved involuntarily to
her cunt.
"Rub it," Tom ordered. Lean up against the bed and rub it. I
want to see you do it."
"Oohh Yes! You dirty hot Stud. I'm already about to cum!"
Stripping off her clothes, she leaned back against the bed,
steepled both knees and spread wide open. Her fingers moved to
the clit and she began to rub the engorged bud.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH.... OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!," she moaned as she
pleasured herself.
"Do you want me to make myself cum?"
"Yes! Make that hot hole cum, Kay. While I watch. Do it."
Her eyes closed, her tongue extended and flicked rapidly over
her tops lips, her ass raised a foot off the floor and vibrated
in the air as her fingers strummed her clitoris rubbing its
throbbing tip and jacking her the shaft with a finger on each
side, her clitoris trapped between. She was already so hot, it
didn't take long.
"I'm about to cum. OOOHHHH FUCK... WATCH MEEEE! AAAHHHHH....
CUMMINGG!" she screeched as her hole exploded, her juices
squirting out two feet across the floor. As the orgasm raced
through the moaning blonde's body, she shuddered again and again.
"If you want this cock in your cunt, Kay. Get up on the bed in
doggy position. I want your hot ass in fucking position."
As she assumed the position, her tits hanging down toward the
bed, Tom could her deep moans and labored breathing. He moved
closed and studied her cunt hole from a few inches away. It was
soaked, the lips swollen... engorged... red..., her hole opened
and closed in spasms. He could see the erect clit at the top of
her slit pulsing, throbbing, dancing in and out of its protective
hood.
Moving up to Kay's thrusting ass, Tom aligned his 8-inch cock
with the hot, wet opening to her sex hole. He moved forward a
bit so that the head touched her entrance.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHh.... YES! Do it to me, Tom! HURRY! STICK
THAT HUGE COCK INTO MEEEEEEEE... FUCK ME!"
He began moving it into her... two inches... Kay sighed with
hot female pleasure as she felt her hole being stretched open to
accommodate her male lover. Two more inches... she
grunted...half in pleasure... half in pain from the girth of the
organ entering her. Two more inches... "AAAAHHH... Jezz! It's
Huge! Is it all in?"
"No. Not yet."
"Oh my god... how much more? How much more cock?"
He fed another inch into her throbbing female sex hole. Jeff's
wife shrieked with the intense pleasure of feeling a huge male
sex spike exerting pressure on her womb... forcing it to move up
and back and make room for the rest of the conquering male shaft.
Kay was gasping for breath. "Please... stop. I can't take any
more... too big... ooohhhh god... huge... no more!"
"You wanted my cock and you're going to take all of it, Kay.
When I fuck... the woman takes all of my cock... understand?"
"Oh yes... yes! I understand... aaahh... have to take all of
it... mmmmmmmm.... is it all in yet?"
"One more inch, Kay. Ready?"
"Give it to meeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
Tom forced in the final inch of prick in the squealing woman.
Then he held it steady inside her cunt. Kay groaned...
grunted... then she came!"
"OOhhhh I'm cumming," she howled in amazement. "Aaahhhhhh...
making me cum."
While her pussy was still throbbing in orgasm, Tom began to
fuck the wailing female. Slow, deep, hard strokes, each one
thudding into the bottom of her hole with masculine authority.
And with each stroke, Kay screeched in hot pleasure.
"I'm not wearing a condom, Kay, but I'm going to cum inside
your cunt. I hope you're taking the pill, but it doesn't
matter... the load goes into your cunt... understand!"
"Yes... yes... oh yes... your load goes into my cunt... god
yes! Fuck it into me, Tom. Fill my cunt with cum, Lover!"
Tom began to pump her harder... grunting with hot male pleasure
as her wet, hot female flesh slid up and down his sex spike
enticing it to shoot into her depths. When his load began
spewing into her cunt, he roared... the age old cry of the male
planting seed. Kay's cunt spasmed as it was filled with semen.
Then she came again.
An hour later, Tom had his newly hardened cock back inside
Kay's cunt. This time she was taking him sidesaddle as he held
her leg high in the air to fully expose her cunt to his thrusts.
She was babbling as the thick cock pumped in and out.
"Oh Tom! I've never, ever been screwed like this. Never!
What's the matter with your wife... she must be crazy. Please
tell me this isn't just a one-time fuck. I want you in me a
lot."
"Jeff doesn't have to worry about taking care of your hot cunt
any longer. I intend to keep it full of cum and cock."
Kay shuddered and came.
When Tom was ready to shoot, he whispered, "Kay, I'm going to
shoot this load into your wide open mouth. Just keep you mouth
wide open while I shoot it into you. Then be certain to swallow
every drop."
Tom straddled her chest. She opened her mouth, extended her
tongue as far as she could, and waited. The first jet was huge,
a thick fire hose stream that hit the back of her mouth and began
filling it. Four more gushes followed, Kay taking all of them.
When he was finished, she smiled, closed her lips about the final
three inches of his cock, cleaned him and swallowed the entire
load into her belly.
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Tom's Hot Wife:
When Doreen returned Sunday evening from the conference, she
said nothing that would indicate that anything sexual had
occurred. Her description of the four days she had spent in
Houston made it sound like nothing but 10 exhausting hours of
work a day.
If it had not been for his interlude with Kay, Tom would have
not given the matter any further thought. He knew that his
out-of-town consulting visits were exactly like that... 10 to 12
hours of hard work every day at the site. It really couldn't be
any other way. The plant was having great difficulties that they
couldn't handle and millions of dollars in lost production were
being suffered. He had to work nearly around the clock to
correct the problems as quickly as possible. Therefore, Doreen's
description of the financial conference might have seemed
reasonable... except for Kay's information and the fact that he
knew marketing was not nearly as intense and as difficult as
engineering.
While he was almost certain that his wife was playing around,
he wanted to be absolutely sure before he said anything. He
didn't expect it to be hard to find out.
On the following Wednesday, Tom told Doreen that he had to go
to the Baton Rouge facility on Thursday. They were having
technical problems with some of the units that had cut production
capacity by nearly 10%. The story wasn't a complete lie. He was
scheduled to make a trip to Baton Rouge, but it was once week
hence, not this week. Tom had told his boss that he needed a
couple of days off to take care of some personal matters.
Charlie didn't even think twice before saying Ok.
Wednesday night, Tom packed his bags as he always did before a
trip, and the next morning kissed Doreen and said he'd be back on
Sunday unless he called to tell her otherwise. She waved to him
as he drove away. However, instead of taking the interstate to
Baton Rouge, he got a room in a Best Western Inn about 10 miles
from his home.
That afternoon, he rented a three-year old compact car from
Avis so no one would recognize his Avalon. Then, he changed into
new jeans and shirt he had just purchased and put on a hat with
dark glasses. As a disguise, it wouldn't have passed any close
scrutiny, but it was more than adequate to prevent recognition
from a casual glance by someone he knew.
At 2:00 PM, Tom was parked in the playground area at the
entrance to his street. Since he and Doreen's house was on a cul
de sac, any visitors had to pass by the playground to get to his
house, and if Doreen left, she would have to exit the same way.
In addition, the playground was close enough that he could see
his house from his position. Tom had packed a lunch with a
cooler of soft drinks and beer in the car. He settled down for
what he knew would be a long, boring wait.
At 3 PM, Doreen's car passed the playground. That itself was
surprising since it was Thursday afternoon and Doreen was
supposed to be at work in the finance and marketing department.
Obviously, fucking the boss had its perks.
A moment after Doreen passed the playground, a small compact
car was following her SUV. Doreen drove to a nearby mall,
parked, and went inside. Tom followed a safe distance behind.
She obviously knew where she was going as she didn't even pause
to check out the mall directory. Her steps took her straight to
Victoria Secrets.
His wife shopped inside for over an hour. When she emerged,
she was carrying several bags of new clothes. She went directly
back to her car and from there back to their house. Again, Tom
parked in the playground area. It was now close to 5 PM.
Around 7 PM, another car pulled into the playground area not
far from where Tom sat. One man got out, looked around, and then
locked his car. Afterwards, he walked purposefully out of the
playground in the direction of Tom's house. His path brought him
to within 20 feet of Tom. The light from the mercury lamps
illuminating the area was more than sufficient for him to
recognize Lewis Cains, his engineering colleague.
It came as no surprise when Tom saw Lewis walk directly to his
front door and ring the bell. When the door opened, he couldn't
see his wife, but he did see Lewis walk inside without any
hesitation.
It didn't take any engineering genius to figure out what was
going on. The only uncertainly was where would Lewis fuck his
wife. They would probably get things started in the den and then
work their way back to the master bedroom or maybe the guest
bedroom. But then, maybe his wife wouldn't take him into their
bed. She didn't want to have sex with Jeff there the one time he
had watched them.
It was now dark and safe for him to approach their house. He
took with him a powerful pair of binoculars and also an infrared
night vision unit. He hoped that the night vision unit wouldn't
be necessary.
Their house had four entrances, one in the garage, which
wouldn't be available without raising the garage door, the front
door, a back door leading to the patio, and finally, a fourth
entrance from the utility room that led to the enclosure where
the garbage cans were kept. This door was very convenient during
the cold winter months. And it was also convenient for spying on
a cheating wife, Tom thought.
Tom brought his engineering skills to the upkeep of his home.
So when he inserted his key into the utility room door, it turned
easily. When he pushed on the door, it opened silently on
well-oiled and machined hinges. His rubber soled sneakers made
no sound as he moved through the familiar darkness of his utility
room into the kitchen area.
As soon as he was in the kitchen, he heard Lewis' voice:
"OOOhhh Baby... Suck it! God, you're incredible."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...," came the familiar female moan.
"AH... AH... Ah... Oh yeah! Suck all of it, Honey."
Tom carefully moved to the kitchen door. From there, he had a
good view of the den. His wife was bent over Lewis' body with
most of his thick cock buried inside her stretched mouth. Her
lips and head moved steadily up and down his cock. On the
downward stroke, all of the cock was disappearing into her mouth.
More female sighs followed. Lewis soon began to grunt and
thrust. Tom could even hear the squishing noises as his cock
moved in and out of his wife's mouth. She always got the cock
soaked with her saliva before she really began to suck.
"Stop... stop, Baby. That's enough. I don't want to shoot off
in your mouth the first time."
Then he heard Doreen's voice very clearly. "Whatever you say,
Lover. How do you like my new outfit? I bought is especially
for you, Honey."
"Oh fuck! You look incredible, Doreen. You're the hottest,
most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Turn around, Honey. Show
me back, and pull up that tiny skirt so I can see your ass."
Grinning, Doreen pivoted around, thrust her ass toward Lewis,
and pulled her skirt up around her waist to totally expose her
ass. The tiny thong was buried in her ass crack and concealed
nothing. "Jezz," Cains gasped. "I'm gonna cum just looking at
that sensational ass. Bend over, Baby. And pull that thong away
from your cunt. Show me your hot, wet fuck hole." A moment
later, Cains was staring at both Doreen's pussy and her ass.
"Come on, Lewis. Let's go to the bedroom and fuck. I'm so hot
I can't stand it. I need you to cock my cunt!"
"Jezz. You so damn hot. Why weren't you this hot for it when
we were dating? You froze me out. What was that all about?"
"I just didn't know how fantastic erotic, kinky sex like this
can be. If I had known, I would have had you bring a friend
along on our dates, and you could have both fucked me."
"Tom doesn't know that I'm fucking you, does he?"
"No. He doesn't have a clue."
"That lights the fire in your cunt doesn't it? To cheat and
get fucked when he doesn't know."
"Shut up, you Bastard. Just take me in the bedroom and give it
to me. Otherwise, I'm gonna call someone else who will."
"Take off your skirt first, and show me your tits. Just pull
your bra down... don't take it off. It makes you look like a hot
slutty whore, and I know how much that turns you on."
"Ooohhh god," Doreen moaned as she pushed her skirt down her
thighs and yanked the bra down below her tits. "Is this what you
wanted to see?"
"That's part of it. Now get up on the counter. Spread your
legs wide open and pull those panties aside. Show me the cunt
from the front. Do it!"
When Doreen was on the counter, legs wide open, showing Lewis
her gaping, wet cunt, she moaned, "OOhhhh fuck. I'm about to
cum... This is so dirty, but I love it. Please, Lewis. Just
touch my cunt, and I'll cum for you.... Please."
"Love to, Honey." When Lewis moved between his wife's legs,
Tom's view was blocked. But he saw his colleague's arm moving
and his wife's arching her back. A moment later, Tom heard his
wife telling Lewis not to stop... that she was cumming.
When Lewis backed away so that Tom could again see his wife,
she was lying on her back, her chest and breasts heaving in the
aftermath of her orgasm. Tom also saw that her lover's cock was
again rigid with lust.
"Take off your panties, Doreen. It's time to fuck!" Cains
ordered. Tom watched his wife hasten to obey. She lifted her
ass off the counter top and dragged her panties down over her
hips. Once off, she lay back, lifted both legs and stripped the
garment off.
Once Doreen's cunt was naked, Cains wasted no further time.
Lifting her off the counter, which was too high to allow him to
get into her pussy, he put her on a chair, shoved her legs up,
and again moved between her thighs.
In the kitchen, Tom heard the loud, female gasp of pleasure
when Lewis' cock penetrated her vagina. Her gasps then changed
to a series of grunts produced by the prick churning in and out
of her cunt. After five minutes, Doreen's shrieks were mixed
with male growls of pleasure produced the wet pussy sliding up
and down his cock.
Lewis continued to fuck Tom's wife with forceful steady
strokes. The pumping motion of his piston in Doreen's sex
cylinder was producing the erotic squishing noises of sex. Tom's
rod was throbbing with need. Carefully, he unzipped and let it
free. Then, his hand began to stroke his throbbing erection in
time to his wife's cunt stroking the male shaft that fucked in
and out of her hot pussy. Both Lewis and Tom fired their loads
at the same time... Tom's into his hand and over the kitchen
wall... Lewis' into his wife's cunt and over her contracting
belly and tits.
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Friday night was a virtual replay of Thursday evening except
this time instead of Lewis Cains, it was both Ed Logar and Perry
Kaulen. Again, Doreen had gotten off work early. This time she
had driven straight home.
Tom saw her car pass his position in the playground. At the
time, he wondered if his wife would spend the evening alone or
with Cains again. At half past 7 PM, he didn't have to wonder
any longer. Logar's car with Kaulen in the passenger seat passed
the playground and headed straight to his house.
Although he was well aware of what was going to transpire, Tom
still thought he should check. He also realized his cock was
hard at the thought of seeing his wife servicing both of her two
bosses.
Tom waited until almost 9 PM before retracing his steps of the
previous evening. This time, he left the binoculars and the
night vision glasses in the car. As he was entering his house
through the utility room door, he had a strong sense of deja vu.
Even so, there no way he could have left without actually seeing
what was happening.
His sense of deja vu was broken somewhat when he entered the
kitchen area and still heard nothing. Unlike the previous
evening when he immediately heard Cains urging his wife to suck
harder, the house was silent. For a moment, Tom wondered if
Logar, Kaulen, and his wife had left and somehow gotten by him
unnoticed.
Carefully, he moved into the den. The only light came from the
small desk lamp. If they were still here, Doreen must have
decided to let the two men screw her in their bed. There was a
short hallway connecting the den to the master bedroom. As soon
as he entered it, the silence was broken by the unmistakable
moans of a female being fucked. Tom had an instant erection.
Doreen's passionate cries drew him toward the open doorway of
the master bedroom as a light draws a moth. When he was closer,
he could hear both men grunting as they fucked his wife.
Obviously, Doreen was not doing them one at a time.
With Logar and Kaulen both screwing her, Tom was reasonably
confident that he could peek into their bedroom without much risk
of being caught, and if he was, so what. It was his house, not
theirs. Silently, he moved to the frame of the open door and
looked inside the room.
All three of them were on the master bed. Kaulen was lying
crosswise across the bed near its head. Doreen was sprawled on
her back in the bed's center, her legs wide open, her head
resting on Kaulen's stomach as she jacked and sucked his rigid
shaft. Logar knelt near the foot of the bed with his body
between his wife's gaping legs. The thrusting motions of his ass
made it obvious to Tom that Logar was fucking Doreen with hard,
driving strokes.
Once again, Tom removed his cock and jacked off as he watched
the two men using his wife. When Logar roared and began to
unload inside his wife's cunt, Tom unloaded into his
handkerchief.
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On Saturday, Tom was getting very tired of keeping his vigil in
the playground, but there was only one more day, so he decided to
see his plan through to the end. Doreen left the house three
times during the day, but each time it was run some innocuous
errands.
At 8 PM, however, she drove past the playground and this time
she drove to one of the hot clubs they had visited on several
occasions. Tom was close behind her and parked several spaces
away in club's lot.
When his wife emerged from her SUV, Tom saw that she was
dressed to seek and destroy. Doreen wore a form-fitting black
sheathe, black, thigh-high hose with black garters, and 4-inch
black heels. As she got out of the car, she intentionally spread
her legs wide open. Even from his position, Tom got a great
beaver shot of her naked, shaved cunt.
After waiting in the parking lot for nearly an hour, Tom
decided to go inside. He was still wearing his disguise, which
he was certain would be enough to keep his wife from accidentally
spotting him in the dim light inside the club.
Once inside, he located Doreen in just a few minutes. It
wasn't difficult since several men were sharing her table, and
she was the only female. For the next two hours, she danced with
all the men, each one taking the opportunity to stroke and caress
her body on the dance floor. When she was at the table, the men
on either side of her were continuously fondling her legs and
tits. And although Tom couldn't see beneath the table, he was
certain that their hands were also roaming freely over his wife's
pussy.
It was nearly 11 PM before his wife had apparently made her
selection for the evening. She gave the other men a sexy kiss
and allowed a virile-looking black guy to escort her out of the
club to her car.
As soon as they left, Tom hurried out the side door and made
his way to his car. It turned out there was no hurry since
Doreen and the guy were taking their time. When they reached
Doreen's SUV, they spent several minutes kissing while the guy's
hand played beneath her short dress.
After they had each gotten into their cars, Doreen left first.
She waited at the exit for the black guy's car to pull up behind
her, and then, together, they pulled out onto the street. Tom
followed a short distance behind.
After driving for less than a mile, it appeared that Doreen was
again taking her lover for the night to their home, which
produced mixed emotions for her husband. On the one hand, it
made it easier to spy on them; on the other hand, he hated the
idea that she was going to let this guy he had never seen before
screw her in her own bed.
Every thing followed the same pattern, making Tom's sense of
deja vu stronger than ever. An hour later, he was again peeking
into his own bedroom where his wife was howling in sexual rapture
as she rode his black fuck stick. Her ass was hammering up and
down on the spike, and on each downward trip, she grunted when
the cock thudded into the bottom of her cunt.
In between her screams and moans, she kept telling the guy how
big his cock was and how much it was stretching her cunt. It
seemed to Tom that she was having near continuous orgasms.
When the guy ordered her to turn around and fuck herself on his
big dick, she couldn't do it fast enough. Using her hand to
guide the guy's cock, she planted it into the opening of her
pussy. As soon as it was in, the guy slammed his meat all the
way into her making Doreen scream with delight. As she fucked
herself, Tom could easily see the guy's cock stretching his
wife's pussy into a huge round hole. Doreen's kept gasping,
"Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!" over and over, stopping only when
another orgasm surged through her.
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At 2 PM, Tom walked through the front door of his house instead
of entering through the utility room as he had done the previous
three nights. Doreen was reading the den. She immediately ran
to greet him, planting a passionate kiss on his lips before he
even had time to drop his suitcase.
"God, I'm so glad you're home, Honey. I missed you... a lot!"
"Did you? Really?"
"More than you can imagine," Doreen said with amazing
sincerity. "Let's go to bed. I've been fantasizing about your
big cock ever since you left. Come on, Darling. Your wife's
pussy is hot."
"No. Not yet. We need to talk first."
Her husband's serious tone sent a shiver through Doreen. When
she looked at the expression on his face, she feared the worse.
Dutifully, she took a seat and waited.
Sitting down beside her, Tom began in a very calm, soft voice.
"Doreen, I'm just going to relate the things I know. When I
finish, I need for you to tell me where I stand... where we
stand.
"First, when we did the porno/strip shows for Jeff, I got off
on it as much as you did. Every time you did it, we would have
incredibly erotic, hot sex. I could shoot off three or four
times and you had more orgasms than I could count.
"When Jeff asked you for sex, and we planned for you to just
have oral sex with him, I got so hard and so hot I couldn't
believe it. Even when you let him fuck you, I couldn't stop
jerking off watching the two of you. We both could have stopped
it, but neither of us wanted to.
"Then, when you let that guy at the club... Cory, I think you
said his name was... when you let him feel you up in the club,
actually make you take off your panties right there in public, I
again didn't want to stop it. I was just too hot. When you went
to his car in the parking lot and let him screw you, I watched
through the window and shot a load cum all over the guy's car
when he shot his load into you.
"All of those things were sensuous, erotic fun and pleasure for
both of us because we were doing them together. But since then,
it has been just you having fun while I've been relegated to
being a cuckold. That has not been much fun for me."
Doreen started to speak... to plead with her husband, but
before she could say a word, Tom stopped her. "Please let me
finish."
"I know you've been cheating nearly continuously for at least
the last couple of months. Jeff has been screwing you
frequently, particularly when I'm out of town or playing golf. I
know that Lewis Cains, Neil Garvin, Grant Hauger, your two
bosses, Ed Logar and Perry Kaulen have had sex with you. I also
know that men I've never seen before have been fucking you.
"For example, when I called you at your hotel during the
marketing convention, I first called your room, but there was no
answer. Then I called you on your cell phone. When you
answered, I asked where you were and you said in your room, which
of course I knew to be a lie. I heard Logar speaking to you, and
you said it was the TV, but there I heard no further sound from
the TV. You were in Logar or Kaulen's room letting them fuck
you.
"This last weekend, you thought I was in Baton Rouge. I
wasn't. I was here, parked in the playground area watching. On
Thursday night, I watched you entertaining Lewis Cains between
your legs. At one point you said something like, "if I had known
how fantastic erotic, kinky sex can be, I would have had you
bring a friend along on our dates, and you could have both fucked
me.'
"On Saturday, I again slipped in the utility room door and
watched Ed Logar and Perry Kaulen fucking you in our bed... at
the same time.
"And then last night, I followed you to the dance club and
watched while 5 or 6 men played with your legs, tits, and pussy
for two hours. I also watched that black stud, whoever the hell
he is, screwing you in our bed. And I listened to you howling
and screeching as you gushed about how big his black cock was and
how hard it was making you cum.
"Anyway, that pretty much what I know for certain. Obviously,
you prefer sex with other men more than with me. I just need to
know if you want a divorce? You can have just about every thing
if you do. I need to know if you still care for me. Basically,
I need to know where we stand. I don't want to be left out like
this and be humiliated."
"Ok. I'm done. And to set the record straight, I'm not
furious... I'm not mad... I'm not even angry... but I am deeply
hurt."
Doreen remained silent for a long, so long, that Tom went to
the kitchen and poured them both a glass of wine. He set hers on
the side table, and sipped his while he waited.
Finally, Doreen spoke:
"Obviously, there's no point in my denying any of this. In
fact, I've done a lot more than you have discovered. For the
last year or so, I've come to realize just how much I love hot,
sensuous erotic sex. Everyone knows that most men like that...
that's why so many men cheat. They just love sex so much they
can't resist.
"Women, on the other hand, usually have other priorities that
compete with sex as something that they want and love.
Consequently, women cheat much less than men because other
considerations intervene.
"For example, things like children... but we don't have any
children. Things like religious beliefs in sin and damnation...
but I don't believe in damnation to a fiery hell. I think that's
a fairy tale told by preachers to instill fear and gain power
over the minds of people. Things like fear of what others will
think... fear of being labeled a 'slut'... I don't care what
others think... not at all.
"So, the bottom line, is that I don't have anything competing
with sex as something that I love to do. I'm just like a man in
that respect. I love to be fucked. I cum when I suck a hard
cock. I go wild when I flash my body and get men hard and hot to
fuck me. I love to make men so hot that they can't keep from
cumming.
"But unlike a man, a woman has the capacity to continue to have
sex when a man would be totally spent... unable to get an
erection. I can fuck six men, cumming twice with each one, and
still be ready for a seventh man. Do know any man who can do
that with even three or four women?
"Having said all this, I want you to know that your analysis is
way off the mark in one respect. You said that I obviously
prefer sex with other men more than you. That's totally wrong.
I love you... and I love having your on me and in me more than
any other man. No one else is even close! But, I also love
variety... no... more than that... I NEED variety.
"It's like food. I know you love steak and Italian food, but
you would not want to never eat anything else other than steak
and Italian food. You need variety. I need variety in sex the
same way. Didn't you enjoy fucking Kay?"
Now it was Tom's turn to be on the defensive. "I didn't know
you knew about that. How did you find out?"
"It doesn't matter... but for the record, if you fuck a woman
and don't want your wife to know, be certain to scrub your pubic
hair thoroughly when you shower, or your wife will smell the
aroma of her cunt when she goes down on you. Over and above
that, we've talked. She told me. So I know how much you enjoy
fucking that hot blonde. I also know that you like fucking me
even more, but variety is nice, isn't it?"
"Well, you make a good point," Tom commented. "Does that mean
you don't want a divorce?"
"Divorce? Why would I divorce the most creative, intelligent,
brilliant engineer in the corporation? Why would I want to
divorce the hottest stud I've ever had between my legs? When I
said that I've been fantasizing about your big cock ever since
you left and that my pussy is hot, I wasn't lying. Lewis, Ed,
Perry, and Sam are all good in bed... they all make me cum hard,
but no one... and I mean no one rings my bell like you do. Do
you want to divorce me?"
"Of course not!"
"Why not? I'm a dirty slut who lets other men fuck me."
"Because you're my dirty slut, and I love it! So what do you
suggest? Is it necessary for you screw all these guys behind my
back? Wouldn't it be just as hot if I knew?"
"Hotter, Honey. It would be much hotter if you knew. I should
have told you, but I was afraid you would throw me out of the
house for being a slutty whore."
"So where do we go from here... other than to our bedroom, I
mean."
"Sam invited me to a swinging party next weekend. How about we
both go together. You fuck some hot women... I get laid by some
hot men... then later, we'll share stories. Maybe we can have
some threesomes... Kay and I with you... Jeff and you with me.
From now on... no more cheating. We confide in each other. How
does that sound?"
"Wonderful! It sounds wonderful. By the way, who's Sam?"
"He's the black stud you watched fucking me last night. Now
enough talk. I'm going to the bedroom... if you want to fuck me,
I'll be ready and waiting.
=============================
A New Lifestyle
On Tuesday of the following week, Tom and Doreen had just
finished dinner when the phone rang. Doreen answered. When she
heard Jeff's voice, she winked at her husband and put the call on
the speaker.
"So what's on your mind, Jeff... as if I didn't know."
"Well, it's been a couple of weeks since we've gotten together
and well... Kay is having her period and well..."
"And you're horny and want to fuck me, is that about it,"
Doreen asked, grinning at her husband.
"Is it possible? Is Tom out of town?"
"No, we just finished dinner. Let us get the dishes washed up
and give me time to change into something hot and sexy... why
don't you come over about 9 PM?"
There was a protracted silence. After a bit, Jeff said, "But
what about Tom? And I'm not sure I can think of an excuse to
come over to your house that late."
"Honey, in the first place, Tom likes to watch and I like two
guys at the same time. Can you handle that?"
"If he doesn't mind... neither do I, but I don't know about
Kay."
"Put Kay on the phone."
"Well... I don't know about that."
"Here's the bottom line, Jeff: either put Kay on the line so I
can talk to her or we're not getting together any more. Make up
your mind."
A couple of minutes later, Kay picked up. "Hi, Doreen. Jeff
said you wanted to talk to me. What's up?"
"Your husband's cock is up, but you're having your period so he
wants to use it in my pussy tonight. You know that he's been
screwing me, and I know that Tom has laid you two or three times,
so let's not sneak around like little kids any longer. Tom's
here and I'd love to have two guys pleasing me tonight. Are you
cool with that?"
"What's in it for me? I just sit here and rub my messy pussy
or something?"
"My period is due in a couple of weeks. You'll be done with
yours, so you can take care of our two horny husbands. If you
don't want to sit home alone, come on over and watch. We've got
a great video camera. You can use it while these two studs work
me over. Then, two weeks from now, I take some video of them
making you cum. How's that sound?"
"When should we come over?"
"Around 9 AM. Plan on spending the night. No telling how long
it's going to take me to satisfy both of these randy studs."
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At 9:15 PM, Kay was setting the video camera and tripod up and
learning how to operate the equipment. Jeff and Tom were sitting
on the couch waiting for Doreen to show up. When she walked out
of her bedroom, she looked whorish in her see-through, black
peignoir, white bra and panties, and 4-inch "fuck-me" heels. She
leaned over the back of the couch and said, "Are you guys ready
to fuck my hot pussy? I hope so because I can't wait. See
anything that gets you hard?"
Both of the men wasted no time in pulling Tom's wife onto the
couch between them. Jeff pulled down her bra and bared her
Doreen's left tit while Tom did the same to her right breast.
With both of her tits exposed, Jeff went to work on her panties.
Kay focused the camera on the hot blonde's crotch and when Jeff
pulled her panties aside, she captured her exposed cunt on video.
While the men were stroking her naked tits and cunt, Doreen
quickly pulled down their pants to expose their hard, thrusting
cocks. Both cocks were big... more importantly to Doreen was the
fact that both pricks were hard, erect, and ready to pleasure her
hot cunt.
Pulling them close, she sucked each cock in turn. When one guy
was beginning to throb hard, she would stop, leaving him hanging,
and suck in the other waiting male rod. Finally, she had to stop
unless she wanted their loads in her belly, and she was just
dying to have them shoot the first time inside her throbbing
pussy.
When Jeff sat down on the arm of the couch, Doreen bent over
his lap and began to suck him again. The position raised her ass
high for her husband who slipped three fingers into her wet,
throbbing vagina. Doreen groaned around the thick phallus that
was plugging her mouth.
Nodding to each other, both men stood up and pulled Tom's wife
up with them. They now had her bent over, her lips fastened
around Jeff's cock while her husband held her hips and pumped his
thick sex gun in and out of her wide open cunt. The two husbands
fucked the moaning woman from both ends, timing their strokes so
that when one pulled out, the other drove his cock into her.
Kay's pussy was throbbing as she watched, masturbated, and filmed
the action.
"I need to get into her cunt," Jeff said. Let me sit down and
you put her on my cock. You take her mouth while I pump her
pussy." Doreen shuddered listening to them discuss how she was
to be fucked... almost like she were their sex slave. The
thought drove her right to the brink of orgasm.
When Jeff pulled her hips down onto his sex spike, she did cum.
Kay captured the every moan and shudder that surged through
Doreen's body. Abruptly, her moans were silenced by her
husband's thick cock being shoved deep into her mouth.
After five minutes of steady fucking, Doreen came a second
time. "I think it's time we used my wife's asshole. Kay, is it
time to fuck her in the ass?"
"Absolutely! Don't even bother to ask her. Just fuck her ass.
Lift her up so Jeff can stick his cock in her ass. Then you can
use her cunt at the same time."
Doreen screeched like stuck pig when Jeff's iron-hard rod
drilled into her ass. Her weight forced her down his fuck stick
until he was buried all the way in her ass. She felt all seven
inches of man meat throbbing and pulsing deep inside her ass.
Tom pinched her nose shut and said, "Open your mouth, Slut. My
cock's going back in."
With her nose pinched shut, she had no choice but to open her
mouth. As soon as she did, 8 inches of cock pushed into her
throat. Kay focused the camera on her neck and later they all
saw that the video clearly showed the bulge in her neck that
pinpointed the position of Tom's cock head in her throat.
"Lift your legs, Sweetie," Kay commanded. "Get'em up in the
air. Expose your hot cunt hole for Tom. Do it! You've been
fucked enough to know how to present your cunt for fucking. Get
your legs up!"
Doreen pulled her legs up to put herself in perfect position
for double penetration. The thought triggered another orgasm.
Both men, Kay, and the video camera saw her pussy opening and
closing as her climax surged through her cunt and belly.
Pulling his dick out of her mouth, Tom mounted the waiting
female, aligned his cock with the throbbing hole between her
gaping thighs, and rammed it all the way into her on the first
stroke. Doreen exploded in another intense orgasm as both pricks
fucked her relentlessly... pumping in and out... thrilling her...
scraping over her G-spot. Her engorged clitoris burst into hard,
jerking spasms. Doreen screamed and grunted as she took the
double fucking in both of her throbbing sex holes.
------------------------------
The following Thursday afternoon, the phone on Tom's desk rang
around 3 PM.
"Hello. Tom Currier speaking."
"Hi, Tom. It's Doreen."
"Hi yourself. What's up. Don't usually get a telephone call
from my sexy wife in the middle of the afternoon. Want me come
on to satisfy your itch?" he joked.
"No. I've already arranged for someone to take care of that
job for today. I'm just calling to see if you're OK with that
and to suggest that we go out for dinner this evening. What do
you think?"
Tom hesitated and then remembered their agreement. "I'm cool.
Who's taking care of your itch?"
"Logar. He's got a reservation at the Marriott Inn. I told
him I'd let him know. If this really bothers you, I'll just turn
him down."
"No need to do that, Honey. I love it that you called to tell
me and are allowing me to say no. Why the suggestion that we
have dinner out tonight?"
"I told Logar that I had to leave no later than 7 PM. He said
that was fine. He'll almost surely keep me busy until then, and
it will be almost 9 PM before I can get home and prepare dinner.
It would be a lot easier if we met somewhere nice for dinner. I
can tell you all the hot, sexy details."
"MMmmmmmm... that does sound erotic as hell. How about
'Marcel's Chateau'? I hear the food is great. Meet you there at
7:45 PM?"
"It's not that far. 7:30 would probably be better."
"You're assuming that you're going to be able to escape at 7
PM. This will give you a 15 to 20 minutes extra in case you have
to 'provide more services' to your boss, Honey."
"MMMMmmmm... now that is a really erotic thought! This is so
much more sensuous and more fun than cheating on you. Thank you,
Darling. After dinner, you'd better be ready. I'm going to
ravish you."
At 5 PM, Tom turned off the lights and left his office. As he
walked to his car, he realized how hard his cock was. For the
last hour, he had been trying to imagine what Logar and Doreen
were doing. Of course, he knew in general that they were having
sex, but he didn't know the hot details of precisely what they
were doing. That erotic uncertainty had him hard as stone. He
wished he could spy on them.
===================================
On Saturday, Tom cancelled his golf game so that he and Doreen
could spend the day together enjoying the anticipation of the
swinging party that evening. It would be their first.
At morning, Doreen was overwhelmed when she walked into the
kitchen to fix herself some cereal. First, her husband was in
the kitchen wearing an apron rather than being out on the golf
course. Second, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, frying
bacon, hot pancakes, and eggs filled the room.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You really know how to surprise your
wife, Honey. Why aren't you on the golf course?"
"Because I cancelled the game. In fact, I've cancelled the
game until further notice. I would much rather spend the time
with you. And I wanted to prepare breakfast to let you know how
much I love you."
"Oh god!" Doreen whispered, totally thrilled. A moment later,
she was raining soft, tender kisses all over her husband's face
and neck. When they finally moved apart, Doreen remained close,
her breasts pressed against him, as he finished preparing their
breakfast.
"Ready for breakfast?" he asked with a grin.
"I just want to feel you against me."
Later, after spending an hour at the table enjoying the hot
food, but mostly the intimacy of the other's presence, Tom filled
their coffee cups and said, "Let's sit out on the deck. It a
beautiful day."
They elected to sit together on the love seat.
Doreen looked into her husband's eyes and said, "You were
wonderful Thursday when I called you about Logar. And just as
wonderful this morning."
"You told me the hot details at dinner Thursday. But you
didn't say whether you enjoyed the sex or not. Did you?"
"I enjoyed him more than on any of the other times he's screwed
me because this time you knew, and I could relax. But even
though Thursday was the best with him, it wasn't even close to
the intensity of the sex we had later Thursday night and then
again last night. You have no idea how incredible a lover you
are, Darling... you're just marvelous. Kay would leave Jeff in a
second if you asked her to. You must know that you could bed any
woman in the corporation that you wanted."
"That's an exaggeration, but it's one that really strokes my
ego. Thank you... and thank you again for loving me and loving
sex with me."
Doreen sat back on the love seat. "It's not an exaggeration.
Not at all! I know. Women talk, and before we married all they
talked about was how they could get you into their bed."
"Well, I've got the woman I want and she's right here."
Doreen beamed, snuggled into his arms, as they kissed again.
When they broke the kiss, she said, Now what about tonight at the
party?"
"What about tonight? I thought it was settled. We're going
to a swinging party... our first. Are you excited? Looking
forward to it?"
"Yes... very excited. But I want you to have as much fun and
pleasure as I'm having. I love the fact that I'm the woman you
love and want the most, but you do like exploring other women's
pussies too, don't you?"
"Of course. I'm male."
"I know... oh how I know! And I want you to be a hot predatory
male animal tonight ravishing all those women. Ok?"
"I'll do my best, Honey. Let's go to the bedroom and make
love."
"I think you'd better save it. You're going to need all your
strength tonight, Lover."
-------------------------------------
Sam's home was spacious, but even with 3000 square feet of
living space, it still occupied only a small fraction of the
wooded lot on which the home was built. When Doreen and Tom
arrived around 8:30 PM, the party was already in progress.
"Wow! Sam obviously does very well for himself as a regional
sales manager," Tom remarked when he looked over the
well-appointed beautiful home.
"It is nice," Doreen remarked. "How many people do you think
are here?"
"Hard to say until we've made the rounds. I can see five women
already and probably three times that many men. There are
probably more out on the deck and in some of the other rooms."
Tom was silent as the walked through the rest of the house where
they saw two more women. When they had completed their tour of
the house, Tom looked perplexed.
"Something wrong?" his wife asked quietly.
"I'm not sure. I think there are seven women here and about 19
or 20 men."
Doreen giggled. "Well... men get exhausted faster than women,
Honey. Or haven't you noticed that, Stud?"
"I know... I expected that there would be a surplus of men at a
party like this. That's not the point."
"What then?"
"There are seven women... all white. I counted seven or eight
white men, who must be their husbands or lovers. All the rest of
the men are black. Did you notice that?"
"I did, but I didn't think much about it. Sam's black. He
just asked his friends and most of them would be black. Is this
a problem for you?"
"No. Not at all, I just thought it was curious. Is it a
problem for you?"
"You're asking me if I have a problem with the thought of
having to satisfy all those huge, black cocks?"
"Yeah. Sorry. Stupid question. Usually, I'm sharper than
that."
They cruised for another ten minutes or so until Sam came over
and took possession of Doreen.
An hour later, Tom was relaxing with a bourbon and water on the
rocks when he noticed a very attractive, fiery hot brunette
walking over to the bar obviously intent on fixing herself a
drink. All she wore was a see-through, mesh teddy, fishnet hose,
and four-inch heels. Her cunt was shaved, very wet, and on
display. Obviously, she had already been fucked by one or more of
the guests upstairs, but it was already an hour into a swinging
party. There was no chance that he was going to get a fresh,
unfucked pussy at this point.
"No point in hesitating," Tom thought. "After all, it's a
swinging party."
He walked up to the brunette and said, "Hi. I'm Tom Currier,
Doreen's husband. This is our first party like this, and, to be
truthful, I'm not sure what's proper etiquette here. But I am
certain that you're gorgeous, and I would like to get acquainted
and more. I hope you're interested. Can I fix you a drink?"
Turning to face him, the brunette gave him a startled look that
then changed to one of puzzlement and from there to one that
bordered on irritation.
Tom was shocked, to say the least. His approach had been
polite and cordial as well as honest. And after all, it was a
swinging party. A woman as beautiful as the brunette had to
expect to be approached by interested men. And if she was too
tired or not interested, all she had to do was say thank you but
she was going to meet someone else. Why was she looking at him
like he was some sort of freak?
"I'm sorry. You look angry. If I said something offensive, I
certainly apologize. As I say, this is my first such party."
The woman's expression softened a little, but before she could
reply, a handsome, black male moved up and took her arm. "Hi,
Susan. I've been searching the house for you hoping you were
free. Come on. I can't wait any longer to get into that hot,
gorgeous body of yours."
Susan looked back and forth between the black man and Tom,
obviously flustered by the situation. The black guy seemed to
recognize the problem. "Is this guy bothering you, Honey?"
"It's his first time to a party like this. He's new. Doesn't
know the rules. Apparently, Doreen didn't explain every thing."
The man nodded indicating he understood. Turning to Tom, he
said, "What's your name, man?"
The guy's behavior seemed to Tom to be just as rude and
inappropriate as Susan's. "It's Tom. I'm Doreen's husband."
"Well, Tom, you need to fix yourself a drink, get something to
eat... the dining room is full of a lot great food... and join
the other husbands. I think they're out by the pool area."
After delivering his speech, the black guy took Susan's arm and
led her to the stairs. His hand was inside her cunt as they
walked upstairs.
"What the hell was that all about?" Tom thought to himself.
"I must have hit on his steady girlfriend. But if he's that
jealous, why bring her to a swinging party?" Nothing seemed to
make any sense. The black guy was rude. The brunette was really
surprised by his sexual suggestion to her. Only later did she
become irritated, and her irritation vanished when she understood
that he was new to the scene.
Scanning the room, Tom didn't see any of the women. Obviously,
they were all very busy upstairs taking care of a lot of men.
The last time he had seen his wife was about 15 minutes after
they arrived. When he saw her at that point, Sam had his arm
around her waist leading her up the stairs.
With nothing else to do, he walked out to the pool area and was
shocked to find all the white husbands there chatting, having a
drink, and eating. He sat down and introduced himself.
"Hi. I'm Tom Currier, Doreen's husband. It's our first time
at a party like this."
The man to right said, "I'm Norman, Susan's husband. And the
guy on the other side of you is Carl. He's JoAnn's hubby."
Tom turned and shook Carl's hand. "How come all you guys are
sitting out here instead of being with the women? In fact, I
don't really understand what's going on."
Turning back to Norman, Tom said, "I hope you're not offended
but I just hit on your wife, Susan, with absolutely no success.
I have more luck with women in a club."
Tom suddenly realized that all conversation had stopped and
every one of the men was staring at him. Looking from one man to
the next, he asked, "What's wrong? What in the hell is going on
here?"
Norman said softly, "No one told you? Your wife didn't tell
you?"
"Tell me what?"
"That this is a BC swinging party."
"BC? What's BC?"
Norman shrugged. "It could stand for Black Cock party... you
know BC party. Most of us here think it stands for 'Black
Cuckold' party. The women are only for the black studs. The
white husbands sit out here by the pool until our wives are ready
to leave. Susan must have been amazed when you suggested sex."
Tom exploded! "Gawd damn it! What kind of fucking bullshit is
this!" Leaping to his feet, he walked toward the house.
"You'd better cool down, Tom. You don't want to go upstairs."
In a fury, Tom snarled. "My wife is up there without my
permission!"
Racing up the stairs, Tom began opening doors. Behind every
door, two or three black studs were fucking one of the wives. In
some of the rooms, two of the wives were taking on four black
men. When he opened the third door, he found Doreen on her back
with her legs wrapped around the waist of a black stud whose ass
was rising and falling between her gaping thighs as he plowed his
cock in and out her cunt. She was moaning on every thrust of the
huge cock into her elevated, waiting, pussy.
"GET OFF MY WIFE! NOW!" he screamed as he yanked the stunned
man from between his wife's legs and onto the floor.
Doreen's eyes were wide with shock at her husband's abrupt
intervention. The black guy on the floor stared up at the
muscular, 6'2" frame of the infuriated husband and remained on
the floor. Two more black men came to the door. "What's going
on?" they yelled.
Tom walked to the door and snarled, "I'M TALKING TO MY WIFE!
GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" He slammed the door in their face and
locked it.
"What's wrong, Honey. I thought you were cool with this?"
Now in a soft, calm voice, Tom explained, "They all lied to
you, Honey. This isn't a swinging party... it's a black cuckold
party. All the husbands are supposed to sit out by the pool
while these black studs fuck their wives. And I'm telling you,
blue blazing fucking hell is going to freeze over before I'll
stand for that!"
Doreen stared at her black lover who was still on the floor.
"Max, is that true?" Max just smiled and shrugged.
"I thought you knew, Honey. Everyone else knows...except you
and your hubby, I guess."
Without another word, Doreen got off the bed, dressed, and then
turned to her husband. "I'm so sorry, Tom. I didn't know."
"I know you didn't."
Doreen kissed her husband softly and whispered, "Come on.
We're leaving. It's time I had a real man inside me tonight."
When they reached the head of the stairs, Sam and two more
large black men blocked their path. "Where do you think you're
going with Doreen, Honky? Get back out to the pool. Now!"
Tom moved his face to within two inches of Sam's. "Listen to
me very carefully. If you and your friends keep me and my wife
here against our will, I will file kidnapping charges against all
of you so fucking fast you won't believe it. Moreover, you
probably know that I'm the 'Golden Boy Engineer' with your
corporation. Your ass will be out of a job by Monday afternoon
and you will find yourself blackballed in every similar
corporation. So get out of our way... right now."
The calm, determined fury in Tom's voice, his muscular frame,
and the truth of his words hit home. The three men made a path
without further question. As he passed, Tom turned to face Sam
and said, very quietly, "If I find out that you've hit on my wife
again, I'll have a discussion with some very influential men that
I know who owe me favors and who are not at all concerned about
the law, if you catch my drift. After that, you'll wake up one
morning missing your dick."
When Doreen and Tom were back in their car driving home, Doreen
turned to her husband and said in an awed voice, "Wow! I knew I
was married to a brilliant engineer. I knew I was married to a
handsome, virile man. I knew I was married to an incredible stud
and lover, but I never, ever suspected that I was also married to
a raging tiger of a man!"
Never taking her eyes off her husband, Doreen lifted her ass
and pulled her skirt up around her waist exposing her naked,
cum-filled cunt to his eyes. "You have me so damn hot, I'm about
to cum just looking at you. Pull over somewhere and fuck me. I
can't wait!"
"Lie down on the seat and jack your legs up in the air," he
ordered. A moment later, one of Doreen's legs was up on the
dashboard while the other one was draped over the back of the
back of the front seat. Pulling into a rest area, Tom pushed his
pants down around his thighs and mounted his moaning wife. His
wife exploded in a screaming orgasm as soon as his steel-hard
cock rammed into her waiting cunt.
He fucked her steadily through one orgasm after another... she
couldn't stop cumming around his surging sex spike. "Oh god!
What a Stud! What a Stud! Fuck me... OOOHHH please! Don't
stop. Don't stop! It's soooo good!"
Tom grunted and rammed her even harder as his load fired into
the depths of her vagina. The intense sensation of feeling him
ejaculating inside her made her howl in another intense climax.
After the last spurt had pooled deep inside her pussy, Tom
continue to ram himself in and out of his gasping wife.
"Oh my god! You're still fucking me! Your cock...aaahhh...
your cock...ugh uunngghh... your cock.. it's still hard as
iron... ooohh god! Fuck me! Hard! I'm cumming again.!"
Doreen came two more times before her husband fired another
load of cum into her convulsing cunt hole. This time he pulled
his jerking rod out of her and dismounted. Doreen's chest was
heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Without warning, she
felt her husband pulling her out of the car. She was trembling
so hard, Tom had to support her.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
"Bend over the hood of the car! Pull your skirt up over your
ass. Spread your legs!" he ordered.
Doreen scrambled as fast as possible. When she was in the
position ordered by her husband, she looked back over her
shoulder with a blissful smile on her face. Arching her ass in
invitation, she waited for her marvelous stud husband to again
enter her. She didn't have to wait long. Ten seconds later, she
felt his sex club stretching her pussy wide open. She came again
when his prick hammered into the bottom of her cum-filled vagina.
She wailed and gasped as she felt his throbbing cock filling
her again and again... wrenching repeated orgasms from her loins.
When she wasn't in the throes of another orgasm, she thought,
"What in the hell am I fucking other men for when I've got this
man."
Aloud, she said, "Honey, I just want..."
"Shut up. Keep your ass up so I can get all the way into you.
Don't talk. Just let me make love to you."
For the next 20 minutes, Tom pleasured his wife with long,
slow, loving strokes that sank all the way into her pulsing
vaginal cylinder... his fingers caressed her engorged clitoris
fetching her to orgasm after orgasm. She lost bladder control
and urinated all over the side of the car. His hands went to her
throbbing nipples... pulling ... twisting... squeezing. She came
again.
Keeping up a steady fucking motion in and out of his wife's
pussy, Tom whispered, "I really have no interest in screwing
other women... none... not one is as sensuous, as sexy... as
hot... as loving... as beautiful as my wife. So, I don't mind
going to swinging parties with you in the future, but don't be
angry if I don't bother with the other women. I'll just wait for
you to be free."
Tears streamed down Doreen's face as her pussy throbbed with
the fucking she was receiving from her magnificent husband and
his rigid, iron-hard fuck stick. "I'll always be free from now
on," she moaned, "no more lovers... no more other men... unless
you decide you want to watch me getting laid. I'm yours!
Period!"
Tom's strokes increased in speed and force. Doreen grunted and
came again. When her orgasm had ebbed enough for her to speak,
she whispered, "Darling, would you please make love to my ass...
or fuck me in the ass... either one. Please!"
A moment later, she felt her asshole stretching around her
husband's prick. As it sank into her depths, she knew she never
wanted him to take it out.
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