Flight to Santiago

            by  RLM


  Paula was very unhappy when she heard that I had to fly to
Santiago, Chile, for several days on business.  Even though I
really had no choice in the matter, she was somewhat angry that I
was going to be visiting exotic South America while she stayed at
home to water the plants.

  "You're going to out hitting on all those beautiful Spanish
women while I'm stuck here in the house.  That's not fair."

  "I'm not going to be out looking for women, Paula.  I have to
go.  My boss is sending me down to negotiate the contracts with
the Chilean government.  What am I supposed to do?  Tell my boss,
I can't go because my wife is unhappy?"
           "I know that, Honey.  It just makes me unhappy that I
don't get to go with you."
           I thought about it for a moment.  "I'll tell you what.
 I'll put in for a week vacation and we'll just extend the
business trip for another week.  The firm will pay for my round-
trip business class travel and we'll apply that to the cost of
two economy class tickets and just make a vacation of it.  You'll
have to entertain yourself for three days, but then we'll have an
entire week to see Santiago and Chile.  What do you say?"

  Paula's answer was to plant a deep, open-mouthed kiss on my
lips.  I pulled up her skirt as her tongue explored inside my
mouth.  Her hips undulated against my rapidly rising cock.  In
moments, she had me fully erect and I had her skirt around her
hips as my hand explored inside her panties, feeling the lush
contours of my wife's sensuous ass.  I pressed my hard penis into
her crotch.  She responded by grinding her sex against me,
rubbing her crotch up and down the length of my organ.

  Paula pulled me to the couch.  She sat down and unzipped me,
her hand skillfully extracting my very hard cock.  It got even
harder when I felt her mouth close around it.  Her mouth felt
wonderful, but at the moment, I wanted my wife's pussy.

  Pushing her backwards, she fell to her back and simultaneously
raised her legs.  Her knees bent and fell apart.  The moist
crevice of her cunt was easily visible through her thin panties.
I didn't even bother to remove them.  Falling between her thighs,
I mounted my wife and thrust the steel hard rod against her.  The
cock head hit the opening of her vagina dead center, but her
panties prevented entry.  We both reached for those panties at
the same time.  Paula's hand beat me to them.  She dragged the
crotchband to one side and arched her hips.  Our groans of
pleasure were both loud and long as we felt the exquisite
sensation of my cock sliding into the hot, wet channel of her
cunt.

  There was no subtle foreplay.  We were both too hot for that. 
My hips pounded my shaft into her, hard and deep, and she hunched
her hips up and down to meet every stroke, driving it as far into
her pussy as she could.  After a few strokes, it was hitting her
cervix with a thud on every thrust.  Paula locked her ankles
behind my back as I fucked her like a wild stallion. It was too
hot and passionate for me to last very long.  After less than
five minutes, my cock began to expand and throb inside her pussy.
 My wife felt it.
           "Give it to me, Honey.Hard.  I'm almost there.  fuck
me.  fuck your hot dirty slutty wife.  Cum in me, Baby.  Shoot it
innnnn...  ooohh.ooohhh... I'm gonna cummm!"
           Paula's cunt contracted around my penis in hard,
repeated spasms as her orgasm exploded.  It seemed like I shot
into my wife for a full minute.  When we finished, we knew we had
probably ruined our couch.  Her vaginal secretions and my semen
were all over it.
      ==============================

Tuesday:

  Two weeks later, on a Tuesday morning, we were on our way to
catch a plane that would take us to the Dallas-Ft. Worth (DFW)
international airport.  From there, we would take a direct flight
to Santiago, Chile.  For those of you who have not visited South
America, there is an interesting fact you may not know.  If you
examine a world map in which the surface of the globe is laid out
on a flat sheet of paper in the form of a rectangle, the apparent
distances between various points are often very distorted.  This
is a result of not properly representing the effect of the
earth's curvature.  For example, Greenland will appear to be much
larger than it actually is.  The distance between Dallas and
Athens, Greece will appear to be much greater than the distance
between Dallas and Santiago.  This is an illusion.  In fact, the
actual flight distance between Dallas and Athens is the smaller
of the two.

  The flight to Santiago left Dallas at 6 PM, central standard
time.  It would arrive in Santiago at 10:00 AM the next morning.
This came as a surprise to me because I was under the impression
that the distance was not that great.  Our flight time would be
15 hours after subtraction of one hour to account for the time
difference between Dallas and Santiago.  Thus, we had a long
night ahead of us.

  Our seats were toward the rear of the plane on the right side.
There were three seats abreast on the right side.  I took the
aisle seat after first offering it to my wife and she took the
middle seat.  As things turned out, this simple choice made a lot
of difference in our South American vacation.  A few minutes
before departure, the occupant of the third seat appeared.  He
put his carry-on luggage in the overhead compartment, smiled and
waited for us to move so he could get into the window seat.  I
stepped out into the aisle to allow him to pass, Paula just moved
back in her seat enough to let him squeeze past her knees.
           At first, I paid our seatmate virtually no attention.
Instead, I concentrated on reading the flight magazines in the
chair back slot in front of me.  Then my attention was diverted
to the take off.  The engines on either side of the plane
produced a deafening roar as the pilot applied the full power
required.  The acceleration pressed us against our seats as the
plane quickly reached a speed of over 120 mph.  The airport
terminal flashed past our window; our speed increased still
further.  Suddenly, we were airborne!  The plane gained altitude
sharply; the wheels ascended into the plane's body accompanied by
the loud thud of the closing of the landing gear doors.  The
pilot banked the aircraft to the left as we continued to rise and
the engines continued their powerful roar.  Moments later the
roar decreased in volume as the pilot throttled back and adjusted
the flaps.  We were on our way to Santiago.

  For the first hour of the trip, I busied myself with a novel I
had brought for just this purpose.  As I finished a chapter, I
became aware that my wife and our seatmate were engaged in a
conversation.  As I looked over, the man extended his hand across
my wife and introduced himself.
           "Hi.  I'm Luis Mendez.  I've already met your charming
wife, Paula.  I assume you're Gordon."
           "You assume correctly", I said as I shook hands with
Luis.

  "Paula says this is her first trip to South America.  Is it
your first too?"

  "I've been once before, but got to see very little.  This time
we're combining a vacation with business.  Hope to see more of
Chile this time around."

  "How long will you be staying in Santiago?"

        "About 10 days.  Take me three days to finish up my
business and then we'll have a week to explore the place.  How
about you?  Do you live in Santiago?"
           "Yes.  I've lived there most of my life.  Our family
operates a large business with outlets all over Chile.  In fact,
I'm on this plane because I just concluded some company business
with several firms in the New York area.  Since I speak
relatively good English, it's natural for me to represent our
company in such negotiations."

  "Why are you flying economy class", if you don't mind my
asking?

  Luis laughed.  "I've asked my father that same question many,
many times. He has a quirk about flying business or first-class.
Thinks it's a complete waste of good money.  My attitude is that
he may foolish about it, but he is my father, and he is the
president of the company.  So, I fly economy class."

  We all laughed at the warmth of Luis' remark.
           While Luis spoke, I looked him over.  He was a
strikingly handsome man.  About 26 to 28 years old, his firm
muscular body filled out his clothes well and his dark complexion
and wavy dark hair gave him an exotic, virile appearance.  He
looked like he might have given Don Juan and Casanova combined a
good run for their money.  It was easy to understand why my wife
had been chatting with this man.  He exuded an air of total
control and confidence.  We chatted for several more minutes and
then I returned to my book.  In the background, I could hear
Paula and Luis continuing their conversation.

  I had finished two more chapters before I again became aware of
Luis and my wife.  They were occasionally exchanging a few words
that I could not hear over the roar of the engines.  Luis had
taken out his laptop computer and was busy working on some
documents.  Occasionally, he would stop and point out something
to Paula who seemed very interested.  I tried to see what was
involved, but from my angle, there was no way to make out the
computer screen.
           At this point, I noticed that my wife's skirt was
pulled up above her knees.  If she had been wearing a short skirt
or sheathe, this would be expected, but she had worn casual
clothing for comfort on the trip.  Her skirt was loose fitting
with a hemline that came two inches below her knees. So, I was a
little surprised to see that it was riding up so high. I wondered
if Luis had noticed.  Again, I went back to reading my book, but
now with less concentration than before.
           A few minutes later, I got up to go to the bathroom. 
When I returned, Paula's skirt was even higher on her thighs than
before.  I didn't have much doubt that Luis was probably enjoying
the view.  Turning to my wife, I tapped her on the shoulder.  She
turned toward me, a question mark on her face.

  "Would you like for me to get you a drink or something?"

  "No.  I'm just fine.  They'll be serving dinner soon anyway."
           "Would you like something, Luis", I asked?

        "Don't think so.  Might spill it on my computer.  Drinks
and computer circuits don't mix very well."
           I smiled at his small joke and went to get a drink. 
My mind, however, was really not on getting a drink.  It was more
on what I had seen when my wife had turned to face me.  Paula had
opened the jacket covering her blouse so that much more of her
tits were now exposed.

     The subtle play continued through dinner and afterwards.  My
wife's dress was now several inches up her thighs.  She had her
legs crossed toward me as she worked on a crossword puzzle
without making much progress.  In this position, I knew that she
must be exposing a generous expanse of her thigh on Luis' side. 
In addition, the jacket of her dress was now wide open and I
noticed that the arm separating her chair from Luis' had been
lifted and stored between the two seats.  I wasn't sure what was
happening.

  It was obvious that my wife was revealing more and more of her
body to Luis and I, but I didn't know if she was just teasing us
or if she was just trying to get more comfortable in the cramped
seats.  Luis seemed to be the perfect gentleman.  He would work
on his computer for awhile and then engage my wife in
conversation.

     As night fell and the lighting in the cabin diminished, more
of my wife's legs came into view.  Finally, I couldn't stand it
any longer.  I nudged my wife.  When she turned toward me, I
asked, "What are you doing?  What's happening?"
           She whispered, "Do you mind?  Do you want me to stop?"
           "No.  It's exciting me.  But what's going on?  Is he
looking at your legs?"

  Leaning closer, my wife licked my ear lobe and gently bit it
with her teeth.  "He's playing with my leg.  Right now.  While
I'm licking your ear, he has his hand on my naked thigh."
           "How high?"

  "He's almost up to my panties.  He keeps going higher and
higher.  He'll be in my panties and pussy soon.  I'm so hot.  I'm
boiling.  Do you want me to stop?"
           "No.  Don't stop", I moaned in her ear, my cock
beginning to harden in my pants.
           I went back to my book, but kept watching Paula out of
the corner of my eye.  If Luis was playing with my wife's legs,
he was being very discreet about it.  I couldn't tell if he had
his hand on her or not.  His attention seemed glued to computer
screen, but I realized the tray holding his computer shielded
most of his lap and his hands when they were below the tray. 
Paula's crossed legs also blocked a lot of my view.

  I had just about decided that either my wife had been teasing
me or Luis was being so careful that it was going to impossible
for me to see anything.  However, I changed my mind completely
when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my wife's dress move
another two inches higher on her thighs.  Paula's hands were both
busy working with the crossword, so Luis must be doing it.  Again
my cock began to harden, this time to a very stiff erection.
           "Need any help with the crossword, Honey", I asked my
wife.

  She turned and smiled.  "What about 57 across?" She handed me
the book.  I read the clue and filled in the answer for her.  She
was doing very little with the puzzle.  There were dozens of easy
spaces I knew she could have filled in if she had been at all
interested.  After filling in the answer, I wrote on the page,
"What's happening now?"

  Paula took the magazine from me, looked at my question and
wrote,  "Luis has his hand in my panties.  He wants to see my
tits."

      "I don't think that's the right answer to 36 down.  I think
this is right", I announced.  I showed her my book in which I had
written, "Is he inside your pussy?  Are you going to let him see
your tits?"
           The written answer came back a moment later: "his
fingers are rubbing my clit and sliding in and out of my pussy. 
maybe"
           There was no way I could concentrate on my book after
that.  I didn't want to spoil my wife's fun, but it was
incredibly hard not to look her way. Luis was again chatting with
her, but I still could not hear their conversation.  He would
show her the computer screen and then go back to typing.

  After 30 minutes or so, Paula turned sideways in her seat
facing me with her legs still crossed.  She leaned toward me
lifting her right leg and hip from the seat.  She smiled and
asked if I would get the blankets and pillows out of the overhead
compartments for the three of us.  She held the position when I
got up to get the items.  I knew that she was showing Luis her
ass.  With her skirt up as high as it was on her thighs, he had
to be able to see it.  If it was still covered by the skirt when
she turned and lifted her hip, I was certain that Luis had it
bare by this time.

  I took my time rummaging around in the overhead compartments,
pretending not to be able to locate three pillows and three
blankets.  When I glanced down, I saw my wife's ass moving
slowly, back and forth then side to side.  Her tongue was
stroking her upper lip.
           "AH!  Finally!  Here they are", I announced.  As I got
back in my seat, I distributed a blanket and a pillow to Luis and
also to my wife.  I put mine on the floor under my seat.  Paula
was again sitting upright, her legs still crossed toward me.  The
skirt was now far up her thighs.

        It was approaching 11 PM when Luis finally put up his
laptop and rose to go to the bathroom.  I got up to let him out
and could easily see the huge bulge in his pants created by his
erection.  He was obviously very well built.  I could hardly wait
to speak to my wife.  She spoke to me first.

  "Honey, when Luis comes back, I want you to complain about the
cramped seats and say that you're going to move up a few rows so
you can have two seats to yourself.  The plane isn't that full so
you can easily find two adjacent seats.  Do you mind?"

  "You want to be alone with him."

  "Ohh gawd, Yes.  He has me incredibly hot.  My panties are
soaked.  He's so confident, assertive, dominant.  His body is
just awesome.  like steel and his cock.  Oh god!  His cock!  It's
absolutely huge..  I mean, I can't even get my hand around it.. 
and hard..  incredibly HARD!  It's like a steel rod.  Just
touching it has already made me have a small climax."
           "There's no way I can sleep up there without knowing
what happening."
           "I know.  I promise I'll tell you all about it, in
detail, later.  Ok?"

  "Well, I don't see that it will do any good.  What can you do
here in the plane anyway"?

  "Luis says he's going to fuck me!"

  I was stunned.  "Here?  Right here?  On the plane?  How?"

      "I don't know, but he's very forceful and aggressive.  If
you do leave, I'm certain that he's going to fuck your wife."
           When Luis returned, I waited for 20 minutes or so,
pretending to try to get comfortable in the small seat.  "Dammit.
 How do they expect anyone to sleep in such little seats", I
complained. "Listen, Honey.  The plane is not very crowded.  I
can see that there are several seats together that are unoccupied
further up in the plane.  I'm going up there to sleep.  Do you
mind?  This will give you two seats too.  Luis, you want to come
with me.  I'm sure we can find a vacant pair of seats for you
too."
           It was no surprise at all when Luis thanked me, but
said he was fine and would sleep very well just where he was. 
Picking up my pillow and blanket, I leaned over and kissed my
wife and told her good night.  Moving forward, I found two vacant
adjacent seats about 9 rows ahead of my Luis and my wife.  It was
close to midnight and the cabin lights were dimmed.  I settled
down, wondering how long I should wait before sneaking back to
try to see what was happening.

=========================

  Gordon doesn't know about all the things that happened before
he left his seat and he certainly doesn't know about the things
that happened after he left.  So I'm going to take over the story
going back to the moment Luis joined us.

      I noticed Luis coming down the aisle even before I realized
that he was to be the occupant of the seat to my right.  I
couldn't remember ever seeing a more attractive and
virile-looking man!  His body was compact, maybe 5' 10" or so,
but his muscles seemed to ripple as he approached us.  His arms
and chest looked large and powerful; his waist was incredibly
narrow, almost no waist at all.  His pants were form-fitting, so
much so I could almost see the thigh and leg muscles bulging
beneath the material.

      When he reached our seats, he looked directly at me and
smiled, his eyes taking in every curve of my body.  They gleamed
with male desire and determination.  He had that quality that
makes a woman fully aware of her breasts, her pussy, her vagina.
When he placed his carry-on luggage in the overhead, I saw the
massive bulge his organ made in his pants.  Even in its unexcited
state, it extended down his left leg at least six inches.  It
appeared to be very thick.  Luis had to stretch to get his
luggage into the back of the compartment.  With his body
stretched, his pants outlined his penis perfectly.

  I felt myself getting moist.  I desperately wanted this man to
like what he saw when he looked at me.  Almost without thinking,
I pulled the hem of my dress up above my knees so he could see a
little of my legs when he reached his seat.
           Gordon got out his seat to let Luis past.  I didn't
move.  Then he was in front of me waiting for me to move back to
let him pass.  His crotch was now no more than a few inches in
front of my eyes.  I couldn't tear my eyes away from it.  It
seemed to harden as I stared at it.
           "May I", Luis asked politely.
           "Certainly.  I'm sorry." I moved back in my seat to
give him sufficient room to pass.  He moved in front of me and
stopped momentarily with his crotch just a couple of inches from
me.  He looked down an even larger smile crossing his wickedly
handsome face.  I realized he was looking down my blouse at the
tops of my breasts.  I looked up at him, expecting him to avert
his eyes like most men do when a woman catches them staring. 
Luis wasn't most men.  His gaze held mine for a few moments, his
smile mixed with lust.  Then his eyes again lowered and caressed
my breasts long enough for me to realize that he was inspecting
with appreciation the contents of my bodice.  Finally, he moved
past me to his seat.

     The moisture between my thighs had increased appreciably.  I
had only seen this man a few minutes ago and already I felt like
I was in heat.  For the first hour of the flight, Luis turned in
his seat so that he faced me.  Most men will sit straight and
look ahead, occasionally turning their heads toward you.  Luis
looked directly at me staring into my eyes as he spoke.

      "What's is your name?"

      "Paula Baxter.  And you are?"

  "Luis.  Luis Mendez."
           I nodded in the direction of my husband who was
reading a book.  "That's my husband Gordon."

      "That is of no consequence." He paused.  His eyes moved
downward to my breasts.  He stared directly at them.  Almost
automatically, I felt myself draw my shoulders back so that my
36D breasts extended even more.  I saw Luis smile with
appreciation and nod.  Then he lowered his gaze to my belly and
from there to my thighs and legs.  I was glad I had pulled my
skirt up over my knees.

  Again his eyes returned to mine.  "You are an exceptionally
beautiful and sensuous woman."

      "Why, thank you", I gushed.

      "Ssshhhh.do not say that", he admonished.  "Beautiful,
sensuous women do not thank men for stating the obvious.  They
discard as dolts men who do not properly express their
appreciation."

  I was no longer very moist between my thighs.  I was wet.  I
was acutely conscious of my breasts and my partially exposed
legs.  I kept my shoulders back and noticed that without
considering it, I had opened my thighs an inch or so.
           Luis spoke just loud enough for me to hear over the
engine roar.  "How large are your breasts?"

      My face flushed.  "Well, I don't.  I mean.  I don't think.
that is, I'm...  well..."

  "Do not stammer like a school girl.  It does not become such a
beautiful woman.  How large are your breasts?"

      He stared into my eyes as he asked; his gaze holding mine;
his eyes caressing mine.  Then those magnetic eyes lowered to my
breasts, his gaze making my nipples harden.  "36 D-cup. 
Sometimes 36 DD-cup", I answered, returning his stare.

      "Yes.  I thought so.  Very large womanly breasts on a small
frame, perfect for such a woman as you.
           At this moment the engine roar decreased as the pilot
throttled back on the power.  It was now going to be much harder
for this man to work on my emotions with his voice without my
husband hearing.  I thought for a moment that I might escape. 
Luis shook his head at the momentary annoyance.  Taking out his
laptop computer, he set it up on the service tray in front of
him.  He typed for a few moments and then turned the screen so I
could see its contents.  The words read, "Your hair is dark, long
and beautiful.  It caresses your shoulders.  I assume that your
nipples are dark to match?"
           I could hear myself breathing.  My wetness increased
again.  I nodded.  More words were typed.  "Do not nod.  I like
to hear your voice.  It excites a man to hear a woman such as you
speak.  Are your nipples dark?"

      "Yes.  They're brown, light brown." I was facing away from
Gordon and knew he would know that I was speaking but would not
be able to make out my words.

  "Sometimes women with magnificently large breasts have small
nipples; others have very large nipples.  And yours are.???",
said the computer screen.

      My excitement was so great I was having difficulty
speaking.  "They're large.  Especially when they're hard.  My
areolas are medium sized to large. They're also light brown."

      "Are they hard yet?" asked the computer screen.
           "No.  Conversation would hardly make a woman's nipples
hard", I lied.
           Luis smiled directly into my eyes.  It was as if he
could read my mind and knew I was lying.  "I think the beautiful
woman speaks with a forked tongue.  But no matter.  If they are
not hard now, they soon will be."

      As I read the words, I felt my vagina throb.  I waited for
this incredible man to continue.
           Moments later the computer screen again faced me.  "I
realize that you are dressed as you are for the comfort of the
flight, but such an exquisite woman should never wear such
clothing.  It is akin to painting a moustache on the Mona Lisa. 
When we reach Santiago, we will change this."

      I said nothing.  I couldn't.  My heart was beating too fast
and too hard. I was having trouble catching my breath.  Luis'
tongue caressed his lips as he looked into my eyes.  I melted. 
He stopped typing and leaned closer.

      "How long will you be in Santiago with your husband?"
           "Ten days."
           "Good.  Very good.  You will be my guests.  I am the
vice president of a very large corporation and my home is more
than large enough.  I shall be your guide during your stay."

      "We can't.  My husband has business the first three days in
Santiago.  He needs to be in a nearby hotel."

  Luis considered this.  "Very well.  Business is business.  On
Friday evening, I shall pick you both up and bring you to my
home.  The rest of your vacation shall be free and, I assure you,
it will be the best you have ever had.  It is settled."

      "I'm not sure that my husband..."

      "Quiet!  You will convince him.  I have absolutely no doubt
of your ability to do this.  Now enough of this.  I must know
more about you.  Look at the screen."
           "Why is your skirt above your knees?  The truth!"
           "Well, it's more comfortable that way."

      Luis' eyes darkened.  They drilled into mine making me
shrink back into my seat.  "Your legs are superb.  When I first
saw you, I naturally looked at your breasts and legs.  They were
covered by your skirt.  Yet, when I moved into my seat, your
skirt was above your knees.  Once more..  Why?"

  Now my tongue licked my upper lip.  I was almost overcome by my
excitement.  The wetness was now coating most of my inner thighs.
 The dull, continuous throbbing in my vagina and clitoris had
increased.  I could hold nothing back from this incredible man. 
"I pulled my skirt up so you would be able to see my legs.  You
are so sensuous and incredibly handsome, I wanted you to see
them."

      Luis' delicious smile returned.  Again his eyes fell to my
thighs.  They seemed to bore between them as if he could force
them apart with his gaze.  I began to breathe heavily through my
mouth.  The insistent throbbing increased.

           "And I wanted to see them.  They are truly beautiful,
but also delicious and erotic as they shield your inner core. 
Pull your skirt higher."
           I hesitated.  My husband was right beside me.  Luis
clearly considered him irrelevant.  Once more, his fingers moved
over the computer keyboard.  Now, in very large, red letters, I
saw "Pull your skirt higher...  to mid-thigh!"  I pulled my skirt
halfway up my thighs, my breathing now labored in my excitement.
           Luis showed me the computer screen.  It now read I
want to see your breasts.  Open your blouse.  I glanced at my
husband.  He was still reading his book.  My fingers opened the
top button of my bouse and I pulled the top open enough for Luis
to see my cleavage.

           His eyes roamed over my exposed thighs and into my
bouse.  I thought I could feel him caressing my breasts.  My
nipples were now extremely hard. I wondered if he would ask me
again.  He moved the armrest between us up and stored it between
our chairs so that nothing separated our seats and nothing
obstructed his view of my lower body.  He again typed on his
laptop. "Cross your legs away from me."

  Moments later I had them crossed high on my thigh.  In this
position, my skirt was pulled completely away from my thighs
almost to my panties.  He handed me a magazine opened to a
crossword puzzle.  "Pretend to work on this." I looked at puzzle
without really seeing it.  All I could think about was Luis' eyes
all over my legs.

  Just at that moment, Gordon left to go the bathroom.  I looked
at Luis and saw the lust and determination in his eyes.  He saw
the desire in mine.  His hand was on my thigh moving upward under
the dress.  He reached my panties.  I couldn't breathe.  I waited
for his hand to move beneath my panties to my cunt.  I was more
than ready to spread my legs for him.  But he was in no hurry. 
His hand roamed freely over my thigh, over my pantie-covered
abdomen and then upward to my naked belly.  My hips were moving.
I couldn't stop them.  I was seething with need and desire.  I
felt secretions bubbling from my pussy soaking the crotchband of
my panties.

        Luis opened my blouse wider so he could inspect the
portions of my breasts that were not covered by the bra.  The
heavy mounds rose and fell rapidly under his gaze.  His hand
massaged my pubic mound through the panties sending shock waves
through my clitoris.  I couldn't keep my eyes open or my mouth
shut.  In moments, my mouth formed a gaping stretched hole, lips
pulled back exposing my teeth.  My tongue lolled out and rotated
in jerking motions in the air.  Just as I was on the brink of an
explosive climax, Luis' hand retreated.  I still struggling to
catch my breath when Gordon returned.

     Gordon has already told about my telling him what Luis was
doing.  Obviously, I didn't fill in all the details.  By this
time, I was helpless.  Luis continued his assault.
           Leaning close, he whispered: "Paula, you are, by far,
the most sensuous and erotic female I have ever seen.  My penis
is like a rigid shaft of steel.  It will not go down for many
hours.  The effect of your beauty, your incredible female
sensuality, the musky aroma of your sex, the power of your desire
is awesome.  I am going to fuck you.  Many times."

      I couldn't even speak, he had me so excited and beside
myself with heat.  When he told me he was going to fuck me, my
thighs squeezed hard on my clitoris and I began to gasp with the
sensations.  He didn't ask if he could have sex with me; he told
me that it was going to happen.  My legs were so weak, I doubted
that I could stand.  He showed me the computer screen again. 
"Your breasts!  I must see them.  Open the next button!  Turn
toward me and remove a breast from the bra!"

      I was ready to do anything he ordered.  Gordon was watching
me while reading his book.  I didn't care.  I wanted Luis to see
my breasts.  My fingers slipped the second button open.  Turning
to face Luis with my back to my husband, I stared into his
burning eyes.  His devilishly handsome face burned with barely
concealed male lust that set me on fire.  His eyes bored into my
exposed chest.

  Reaching into the bra, I pulled my left breast free.  He cupped
it right there.  If Gordon had turned at that moment, he would
seen his wife being fondled and loving it.  His fingers squeezed
the erect, hard nipple.  Pain and intense sexual excitement
flooded through me.  I moaned.  He squeezed harder.  Again my
mouth opened and my tongue came out.  I was throbbing.  Then it
happened.  An orgasm erupted in my clitoris and spread to my
vagina and anus.  My vaginal and anal channels contracted hard,
opening and closing as my clitoris throbbed.  Luis stayed on my
distended nipple until he saw my orgasm was ebbing.

  My lover instructed me to resume my position with my legs
crossed.  I was required to leave my dress bodice open and my
left breast out of its bra cup but concealed inside the dress. 
At this point, my husband began to pass me notes presumably
asking about the puzzle, but actually to find out what was
happening.  I told him that Luis had his finger beneath my
panties. That was an understatement.  He continued to stroke my
thigh; my leg; my abdomen; my belly; my pubic arch.  His fingers
excited my clitoris again and again, each time bringing me close
to a second orgasm.  He was so smooth, so confident, so totally
unafraid of being caught.

  When we had Gordon get the pillows and blankets from the
overhead compartments, my backside was completely exposed to Luis
who quickly pulled my panties below the crease of my ass.  !His
hand roamed freely over my naked buttocks and into the moist
crease guarding my asshole.  The tip of his finger pressed into
the hole's opening but did not penetrate deeply.  I was desperate
for sex when Gordon finally sat down and distributed the pillows
and blankets.

  Luis thanked my husband graciously and spread his blanket over
his lap and placed the pillow behind his head.  He typed on his
laptop.  I couldn't wait to see the screen.  "Put your hand
beneath the blanket."
           Even before I slid my hand underneath, I saw the
incredible erection tenting the blanket.  It was awesome. 
Sliding my hand underneath, I felt it.  My tongue shot out to
lick my upper lip.  My erect clitoris hardened to a stiff knob. 
Luis' cock was about 9 or 10 inches in length.  Big, but a lot of
men who have been in me have had cocks that big.  However, its
girth was incredible.  I couldn't even begin to get my hand
around it.  And Hard!  Hard was not the word.  I couldn't even
move it.  It was like a rigid steel pipe except that it pulsed
and throbbed in my hand.  Precum coated the shaft making it slick
to the touch.  It was hot, turgid sex weapon that I knew would
rip repeated orgasms from any female fortunate enough to receive
it.  I could hear myself moaning softly.

     I expected Luis to be all over me once my husband moved away
to the front of the plane.  Again I was wrong about this man.  He
was in no hurry.  I was his and he knew it.
           "It's time to take the gorgeous sex goddess to bed. 
Go to the bathroom.  Empty your bladder.  You will need the extra
space."

  "I've never, ever been told to do that by a man before sex", I
gasped in my excitement.

  "That's because you have been with boys, not men.  That is
about to change.  Do not, I repeat, DO NOT wash your vagina. 
Women should smell like women, not some ridiculous fragrance. 
Remove your bra and panties,but leave on your heels, blouse, and
skirt.  I will be waiting."

  As I urinated, I could smell the heady musk of my sexual
organs.  My pubic hair was matted with the juices of desire. 
Inserting a finger into my vagina, I was amazed at the slickness
and swollen readiness of my sex channel.  Opening my blouse, I
removed the bra.  Both breasts seemed swollen, the nipples
bulging, hard, erect, ready.  I cupped them and flicked my
fingernail over the nipples.  Surges of sexual electricity
rippled through my body causing my clitoris, vagina and anus to
throb.  It was hard to believe.  I knew I could have an orgasm by
simply flicking my nipples few more times.  Lifting my skirt, I
peeled down my panties.  They were sodden with my secretions.  I
had no bag to put the bra and panties in, so I carried them in my
hand back to my seat.  I really was beyond caring who saw them.

  Luis had turned out all the lights around our seats.  It was
still dimly lighted so that others might see us if they looked,
but we were in the shadows.  He had also spread an extra blanket
on the seats and stored the arm between Gordon's seat and mine
between the two seats.  We had the entire space of the three
seats for a bed.  He was lying beneath two of the blankets with
his back up against the seat backs.  I saw the almost evil smile
cross his lips and shuddered in hot anticipation of what was to
come.

  He lifted the blanket for me to lie down in spoon position, his
body behind mine.  I moved closer and saw his pants were off and
his penis out and ready for me.  I was unable to tear my gaze
from it.  Massive, huge thick fuck stick that was rigidly erect
and hard.  It pressed against his stomach and extended far up his
belly.  It was both an enormously exciting and terrifying sight
for a woman.  My vagina pulsed in readiness.  I crawled into the
makeshift bed.
           As soon as I had curled myself into a position on my
side with my knees bent and with my back pressed against Luis, he
pulled my body hard against his.  There really wasn't enough room
for us.  My knees extended beyond the seat and Luis' legs were
off the seat, but neither of us cared.  It would do.  His fingers
rapidly opened the buttons of my blouse and extracted both
breasts.  He stroked the turgid nipples and my hips began to
undulate and thrust in the motions of intercourse.  I turned to
him.

      "Please..  please.  Don't make me wait.  I'm so ready."

      "You want it?"

  "Oh god, YES!  I want it.  In me.  Fucking me.  Please.  Give
it to me", I begged like a complete slut.

  Fingers pinched my nipple , then the other one.
           "Oh!  Oh!  OH!"

      My breasts were hefted in his hands.  Stroked, squeezed,
felt, explored.  I babbled with my extreme need to be penetrated.
           "Ugh!  Ugh!  OH!  OH!  Please.  I'm throbbing."

      I felt my skirt being pulled upward.  Eagerly, I lifted my
body to let Luis push it all the way to my waist baring my lower
body for him.  The mammoth weapon nestled in the crease of my ass
and extended all the way up to the small of my back.  I felt the
precum wetting my back and ass.  It throbbed against me.  I
humped my ass against its length begging him to put it in me.

  His fingers moved down my belly to my sex.  He found my erect,
throbbing clitoris and took it between his fingers.  It began to
throb uncontrollably. He jacked it like a small penis and I
erupted in an orgasm.  The shock waves entered my cunt and belly.
 They went into spastic contractions that only heightened my need
for his cock.  His finger penetrated my vagina as I throbbed.

  "Your vagina is very tight, but it will stretch."

  "Ohhh yes.  stretch it.  Please!  Stretch me.  Do it to me. 
I'm dying."

        He pressed his erect penis downward and inserted it
between my thighs.  Immediately, it sprang upward and throbbed
mightily against the slit of my cunt.  The head protruded from
between my closed thighs by at least three or four inches.  It
was driving me wild.  "Oh god...  Oh OH.  please... please... 
please", I whined and pleaded.
           "I never fuck a woman in a one-night stand."

      All I could do was groan in my need.  Luis whispered in my
ear, "I intend to fuck you many, many times.  Do you understand?
I do not intend to allow such an exquisite, sensuous, sexy woman
to enjoy my body just once."

        I was beside myself with intense need.  "Oohhh god..  you
can have me whenever you want me.  For as long as we're in
Santiago.  I'm yours to fuck anytime you want me.  Please..  I
can't wait.  Please!  Fuck Me!"

  Luis grasped his weapon in his hand and pressed my thigh upward
indicating that I should open my thighs to make my sex hole
available.  I couldn't get my leg in the air fast enough.  I held
myself in this open position while he slowly rubbed the huge
cockhead up and down my cunt slit wetting the head of his penis.
My hole throbbed continuously, opening and closing over the
bloated head.  struggling to entice it inside its hot trembling
folds.

  "Ready?" All I could do was groan.  Then I felt it spread me. 
The big head stretched the orifice and pressed inward.  My vagina
eagerly opened wide to receive the male shaft.  Luis pressed four
or five inches into my throbbing hole, stretching it into a huge
oval around his stone hard cock.  I wanted to scream with intense
pleasure, but I knew that would probably end this incredible
pleasure.  Instead, my mouth stretched wide open forming huge
hole through which my tongue lolled out, making random circular
motions in the air.  My eyes clenched shut.  My orgasm exploded.
Juices gushed out to coat the gigantic cock fucking relentlessly
into my defenseless cunt.  My clitoris exploded into a series of
hard spasms and I heard Luis grunt in male satisfaction as my
vagina clenched and throbbed around his huge shaft.

  The cock bored in deeper.  Six or seven inches stretched my
hole and widened it into an even bigger oval that was completely
plugged by the driving, rock hard penis.  Luis held my tits (they
weren't breasts any longer.  they were tits... tits on a slut
being fucked by a consummate stud) as he drove himself even
deeper.  When he had buried seven inches inside me, he stopped,
squeezing my breasts and then my still throbbing clitoris.

  Again, my mouth stretched wide as his finger motion on my
clitoris forced my tongue out into the open.  Slowly, I felt the
cock being pulled from the throbbing tightness of my stretched
vagina.  When only the head was left inside me, it started back
in.  I arched my hips and pressed back to receive it.  This time
it hit the bottom of my vagina and rammed forcefully into my
cervix.  I couldn't suppress the grunt of female pleasure. 
Again, Luis pulled it from my body, almost all the way.

  His next thrust drove the steel hard organ into the bottom of
vagina with a thud forcing a second grunt of passion from me.  He
put his hand over my mouth to stop me from wailing and grunting
and then rammed me again.  This time his stone-hard cock forced
my womb and cervix upward and back to make room for his entire
shaft.  He had it completely buried in my throbbing body.  I
moaned helplessly as he rolled me over onto my back and pushed my
legs back, obviously, not in the least concerned about who might
see us.  Then, he began to fuck me, really fuck me, with the
determined, hard strokes of a rutting male using a female hole. 
Immediately, my body convulsed into another orgasm.

     While I throbbed in my third orgasm, I felt Luis' penis
begin to swell.  It grew to huge proportions and then, suddenly,
it literally exploded what seemed like an unending load of semen
into my waiting vagina.  He throbbed inside me again and again,
each time sending a thick stream of male seed into my cunt.  He
continued to throb and empty into me for at least a minute.  I
held my body in position for him and concentrated on squeezing
his throbbing cock with my vaginal muscles to make it as good for
him as I could.  Finally, his throbbing stopped.  The semihard
cock soaked in our mixed juices.
           Luis held me close caressing my still excited breasts.
 I turned my head toward him.  "That was the most incredible sex
I've ever had.  Ever!  You made me cum three times in less than
10 minutes.  You're wonderful, you sexy devil.  You can fuck me
anytime." I literally purred with pleasure still feeling his
incredible cock inside my body.

  "Your cunt is wonderfully tight.  Hot, sexy fuck hole.  I love
being in you.  Feeling your luscious body trembling and
throbbing.  Feeling you thrusting your ass back against me to get
all my cock into your cunt.  Hot, beautiful, sensuous Slut. 
You're still throbbing.  Your cunt is meant for fucking...  for
taking huge loads of cum."

  His lewd words were turning me on.  This man knew every switch,
every button to push to excite a woman, to make her into a wide
open slut, hot to be fucked.  I was shocked to realize that I was
ready to be fucked again!
           "I may not allow you to take your birth control pills
for the next 10 days.  Then you will have to take my huge loads
into your unprotected cunt."

  That thought made my pussy jerk in a hard spasm.  His hand was
on my clitoris now.  Rubbing it...  stroking it like a miniature
penis.  It pulsed and jerked under his fingers.  Then I realized
with intense pleasure that this man was getting hard again inside
my vagina.  He had spewed a tremendous load of cum into me just
moments before and he was getting hard again!  In less than two
minutes, he was fully erect inside me and was again fucking me
with steady measured strokes.
           "You're amazing.  I can't believe it.  Can you always
do that", I moaned in his ear as my hips began fuck motions to
receive his strokes.
           "Yes.  Always.  And many times."
           That did it.  Once more my tongue lolled out.  A
minute later, I was trying to moan through the fingers of his
hand that closed over my mouth to muffle my cries of passion.  My
stretched pussy trembled in a fourth orgasm. The squishing sounds
of Luis' penis in my cum-flooded vagina drove me to explosive
levels of passion.

  This time Luis fucked me for 15 minutes before he emptied his
second load of semen into my cunt.  I came again when I felt him
throbbing inside me.  After this second fucking, we drifted off
to sleep with his cock still embedded deep inside my vagina.

=====================================

        I couldn't stand the suspense any longer.  I had been
gone 20 or 30 minutes, but the lights were all dimmed and most
people were asleep.  I crept out of my "bed" and quietly moved
down the aisle opposite from where my wife and Luis were.  When I
reached their row of seats, I glanced over in their direction.  I
could see that they were both lying on the seats but that was
all.  I needed to be closer.
           I looked at the seats in the center section, one row
in front of Luis and Paula.  Only one person was there.  He was
asleep on three of the seats nearest the aisle.  I carefully
moved past so as not to awaken him.  Once past, I lay on the
empty seats and crawled to a vantage point at the end of the row.
 Carefully, I peeked around the back of the end seat toward the
seats occupied by my wife and Luis.
           Paula lay in front of Luis on her side facing me.  At
first, I thought she would see me, but then I saw that her eyes
were closed.  Luis lay behind her, her body blocking his view of
my location.  I watched them and immediately saw that my wife's
body was moving back and forth in a steady rhythm.  It was
obvious that Luis was fucking her from behind.  The blanket
completely covered them, but I could see Luis' arm draped over my
wife's upper body.  He was holding on to Paula's tits as he
thrust in and out of her pussy.

  Suddenly, my wife's mouth stretched wide open.  A grimace
crossing her face like she was in pain.  But I knew it wasn't
pain; it was an intense orgasm.  Her tongue lolled out of mouth.
It wagged in the air, then licked her upper lips, and finally
began to shoot in and out of her open mouth in time to the
thrusts she was taking between her thighs.  Paula started to moan
and I saw Luis' hand close over my wife's mouth to dampen the
sound.

      The force of the fucking increased as Luis pounded into my
wife.  Her body was being thrust forward in hard jerking motions.
 Only Luis' arm wrapped around her kept her body from being flung
off the seat.  Again, her mouth shot open..  she gasped in
another orgasm as Luis filled her with cum.
           I waited patiently for them to sit up and rearrange
their clothing.  Nothing happened.  They lay there in the same
position.  Luis whispered something in Paula's ear.  I saw her
smile.  She turned and kissed him full on the mouth.  Moments
later, my wife's eyes opened wide and she looked stunned.  Then
her body began to move as Luis started to fuck her again.  It was
a repeat of the first fucking.  He rammed her harder and harder.
She had two more orgasms, each signaled by her mouth gaping open,
her body arching, her tongue shooting out.  He fucked my wife in
steady hard  strokes right there in the plane for at least 10
minutes before he filled her with a second load.

  After that, they seemed to fall asleep, still in the sexual
embrace.  Luis had not moved since cumming in my wife so I knew
he still had his penis inside her.  I waited for half and hour,
but nothing further happened. Then I fell asleep myself.

  It was around 4 AM when I finally awoke.  Once I realized where
I was, I looked around the seat back to see what Paula and Luis
were doing.  Their seats were empty.  Slowly, I stood up to see
where they might be.  I walked up and down the rows and found
nothing but sleeping passengers and an occasional night owl
listening to something over the earphones.  Finally, I walked to
the back of the plane where the bathrooms were.  Only one was
occupied.  I wondered?  Were Luis and Paula in there?  Looking
around to make sure no one was watching me, I saw nothing. 
Turning back to the door, I pressed my ear against it.
           "Ohh god yes, Luis.  Fuck me with that big hard cock!
Do it, Hard... Ungh!  Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh! 
Uuummmmmmm..  Aahhhhhhh.."
           "Take it, you beautiful Bitch..spread wider.  Take
it.!"

      "Oh OH OH OH OH .  harder.I'm gonna cum."

  Although the sounds were muted, I could hear Luis grunting
theway a man does when he's fucking a woman.  I could also the
very familiar sounds my wife makes when she's having an orgasm. 
After a bit, this sound died away, but the male grunts of sexual
satisfaction continued.  Five minutes... then ten minutes.  My
wife began to moan softly again.  Then she moaned a little louder
and I could just make out her words:
           "Oooohhhhh.  fuck meeeeee..  You're gonna make me cum
again...  Ooohhhh!"

  Luis obviously did just that because my wife had another
orgasm.  I couldn't remember ever making Paula cum so many times
in one evening.  Moments later, the male grunts became a little
louder and I heard my wife urging him to cum in her.  My cock was
so hard, it hurt.

  Finally, things became quiet.  I hurried back to my hiding
place in the row in front of them.  A few minutes later, my wife
and her lover returned.  Once more, Luis lay on his side and my
wife pressed her body against his in the spoon position.  Luis
covered them with the blanket.  Afterwards, I could see the
blanket moving as his hands roamed over my wife's body, first
around her chest and then her hips.  I knew her tits were out of
her dress beneath the blanket and that her dress was probably up
to her waist.  It was even possible that Luis had my wife naked
under the blanket.  Paula was wearing so little, it wouldn't have
taken much to get her naked.

  In my mind's eye I could see them under the blanket... Luis
behind my naked wife... his hand covering her tit to hold her in
place for his cock... her knees bent... her ass pressed back
against Luis' groin... his cock in her... moving in and out...
deep into her hot, waiting cunt... fucking her... making her
cum...  I suddenly ejaculated in my pants!

================================    Wednesday:

  Getting through customs proved to be no problem.  We made the
hotel by noon and I was safely at my meeting by its scheduled
time at 2 PM.  Everything went smoothly.  When I returned to our
hotel, I found my wife sound asleep.  It didn't surprise me as I
knew she had to be completely exhausted.  It did irritate me
though as I was desperate to fuck her and to hear all the sexy
details about the flight and her night with Luis.  I decided to
take a shower and clean up.
           While I was in the shower, my wife joined me.  Paula's
body immediately gave me a raging erection.  She was enormously
pleased.
           "Mmmmmmm.  I like that!" My hands roamed over her
naked body.  She hefted my hard cock in her hand and squeezed the
head making the organ throb and jerk wildly in her hand.

  "I think my husband is hot, really hot for his slutty wife's
body."

  "I'm dying to get into you, you hot Bitch!"
           "You think so, huh?  Well, you're right, Honey.  Your
wife is a hot bitch.  Luis fucked your wife five times last
night."

  My erection grew even harder.  "I've got to fuck you."
           "Later, Honey.  Later tonight.  After dinner.  You can
ravish me any way you want and I'll keep you hard all night
telling you everything that Luis did to me.  All the sexy details
like how he fondled your wife's tits, her ass, her hard erect
clitoris, her wet vagina even when he didn't have his cock buried
in her."
           A hard spasm of excitement surged through my penis. 
"Ooohhh.  Hubby's cock is hard.  Throbbing.  It wants into his
wife's pussy.  Thinking about Luis fucking me, exciting me,
making me moan and beg really turns you on, doesn't it?"

  All I could do was groan.  That was answer enough.

  We had a superb dinner in a four-star restaurant and Paula kept
my cock hard the entire time.  She teased and flashed and rubbed
her hands over my body continuously.  Later that night, she gave
me the best sex I had had in a long time.  I would enter her and
cum almost immediately as she described the evening with Luis. 
She would lock her thighs around my hips to keep me inside her
pussy.  Within a few minutes, she would have me hard again.  It
went like this for the entire evening until I fell in a deep
exhausted sleep.

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      Thursday:

  I left the hotel at 8 AM for a day of important meetings.  The
contracts that were to be signed would, for all practical
purposes, be worked out at today's meeting.  The signing
ceremonies on Friday would be largely a matter of form.  We
worked straight through the lunch hour and didn't finish until
almost 6 PM.  It was close to 7:00 PM before I returned to our
hotel.
           Shock set in as soon as I entered our room.  The
entire place was strewn with large packages, most of which were
still unopened.  Upon inspection, I found that they were filled
with women's clothing.  Dresses, skirts, pumps, some with wicked
looking 4 or 5-inch stiletto heels, hose, stockings, teddies,
negligees, bikini panties, thong panties, G- strings, bras,
half-bras, bras with nipple holes, etc.  the list seemed endless.
 It looked like my wife had bought most of the exotic clothing in
Santiago.  A large box on the dresser proved to contain a wide
assortment of what appeared to be expensive costume jewelry and
even more expensive gold and silver jewelry.

  Not seeing my wife, I called out to her.  Moments later, I
heard her answering voice from the bathroom.

  "Hi, Honey.  I'm getting dressed.  Hurry up and change clothes.
 I have reservations at 8 PM for us at a dinner club that Luis
recommended.  I'll be done in just a bit."

  The mention of Luis' name started my thoughts in another
direction.  For the first time, I realized that the huge disarray
of shopping boxes cluttering the room was not the only thing in
disarray.  Our hotel room had two large double beds.  A few of
the boxes lay on the bed nearest the door.  The other bed was
almost covered with them.

  Carefully, I moved the boxes from this bed to the other one. 
Once the boxes were gone, I saw that the bed was a total wreck. 
The blankets and top sheet were thrown aside and lay on the
floor.  The bottom sheet was pulled away from the bed and rumpled
as if it had been removed from a dirty clothes hamper.  Even the
mattress pad had slipped off of two of the bed corners.  I
straightened out the sheet and saw the numerous stains.  Some
spots were still wet with male cum and my wife's sexual juices. 
Someone, probably Luis, had fucked Paula that afternoon.
           I stared at the bed, my cock hardening to a stiff
erection in my pants.  "Quite a mess, isn't it.  Luis was pretty
forceful today" I heard my wife say.

  I turned toward her, questions already forming on my lips.  My
mouth opened but no words came out.  My wife was literally
transformed!  Her hairdo was elaborate and exotic.  It consisted
of an upsweep held in place by rhinestone-covered combs.  Some
strands curled down each side framing her face perfectly.  Her
makeup was done by a professional.  Paula's lips drew my
attention like a magnet.  They appeared sensuously full and deep
red from the lip gloss.  Her eyes were decorated with expertly
applied eye shadow and eyeliner, and, I suspected, artificial
eyelashes, very long and enticingly curled.  Her complexion
looked perfect with makeup making her cheeks glow.
           Traveling downward, my eyes encountered nothing but
her tanned flesh until they had reached almost to her navel.  The
plunging neckline of her black, sequin-studded dress exposed the
inner portions of each breast almost to the nipple, which was
just covered by the sheer, clinging material.  The dress molded
her body perfectly.  It was almost as if it were painted on her.
Her nipples stood out in bold relief against the restraining
material.  Every contour of my wife's hips were accented by the
garment which followed the natural curvature of her buttocks
curving inward as her ass sloped to meet her upper thighs.

  Moving down her thighs, the material was plastered against her
flesh all the way to the point the dress ended two inches above
her knees.  Had it not been for the side slit that extended far
up her thigh, my wife would have been unable to walk.  I saw that
she wore hose.  They had to be thigh-highs with elastic tops for
there was no possibility of her wearing a garter belt beneath the
dress.  I saw no evidence of a bra and no telltale lines of her
panties.  Paula was obviously naked under the dress.  The
four-inch, silver spike heels she wore were nothing less than
erotic.  A rhinestone necklace was around her neck.  Two rings
graced fingers on each hand.  None of them was her wedding ring.
Black opals dangled from her earlobes.  My erect penis throbbed.
           "I think you like what you see", Paula smiled.  "Come
on.  Shower,change clothes.  We need to hurry."

  "All these clothes?  I mean, where did they..."

  Paula interrupted me.  "Luis had them brought up.  He wasn't
sure of my sizes so he had five or six of each item delivered so
I could pick the ones that I like and that fit the best.  The
rest will be returned."
           "The jewelry.  What about the..."

      "Also a gift from Luis.  I think it's very nice."
           "Did he fuck you?" I couldn't possibly resist asking.
           Paula gave me a long look like she was talking to
schoolboy.  "Of course, he fucked me.  As soon as he was in the
door, he had my body pressed against the wall with his mouth
crushed against mine and his tongue deep inside.  He was grinding
his cock into me all the time he was exploring your wife's
mouth."

  "Oh god!" I was rubbing my erection at the thought.

  "He removed my tits..  pulled my skirt up to my waist while
keeping me pinned against the wall.  I can tell you, Honey, he
was very forceful and very determined.  I didn't have my legs
spread wide enough for him to wedge his hips between my thighs. 
His eyes just bored into mine.  I felt like they were burning
holes right through my body.  His anger just boiled over. 
'Spread!!  Open yourself to me.  Always open yourself to me!' he
yelled at me.

  "God, Honey!  I could hardly stand that turned me on so much. 
My cunt was gushing... throbbing.   I wrapped my legs around his.
 He thrust his body between my thighs  and I felt that huge cock
against my belly.  I was trembling, Honey.  There was no  way I
could keep him from fucking me.  I hope you're not mad."

  I had my cock out jacking off right in front of my wife.  "How
many times?  How many", I groaned as my penis became rock hard in
my hand.
           "The first time on my back with my legs in the air.  I
exploded as soon as that incredible dick stretched my pussy open.
 He pushed my legs further back and hit into me so hard and so
deep I could feel my womb being pushed back and up to make room
for his cock.  He's so thick that the friction on my clit is
tremendous.  I have one orgasm after another when he fucks me.  I
just can't help it."

  My wife looked at my cock that was leaking precum.  "Let me do
that for you." Her hand circled my shaft and began pumping it.
           After Luis put his cum into my pussy, he continued to
kiss and fondle me. My nipples were so hard..  so erect.  He
would bite them and send spasms through my vagina.  He made me
arch my hips so he could penetrate my asshole with his fingers. 
He was hard again within five minutes.  I thought he was going to
fuck me again right there, but he dragged it out and went down on
me.  I was amazed.  My cunt was filled with his cum.  He didn't
mind at all.  It didn't take me more than a minute to cum as he
licked me.  But he didn't stop.  He kept doing it until I was
begging that I couldn't take anymore.  He still kept doing it to
me and then I would have another explosive, throbbing orgasm on
his tongue.
           Paula felt my cock twitching and throbbing.  She knew
I was about to cum so she stopped jacking me to bring me down
from the edge.

  "When he was ready to use me again, he stood me up beside the
bed and had me bend over it with my head resting on the bed.  He
made me arch my ass into fucking position.  I held my cheeks open
and waited for him to choose one of my holes.  It went into my
cunt again.  In this position, it felt like he was driving
himself up into my belly.  I don't know how long he fucked me. 
It seemed like an hour.  I just had one climax after another
until he finally put his second load into me."

     "Jezz.  he fucked you twice!  He must be some stud."
           "He didn't fuck me twice.  We ordered room service and
had lunch in bed.  He had me answer the door completely naked
except for my high heels.  I can tell you the bellboy loved it. 
Afterwards, he had me again."
           "What position this time?"
           "On my back..  legs together.  he's so hard that even
with my legs pressed together, I can't keep his penis out of my
cunt.  He just thrusts it against the Y of my thighs and bores
in.  It's like a battering ram.  I was going to tease him by not
letting him into me, but I couldn't keep him out.  His cockhead
forces the thigh flesh open so that it presses against the top of
my slit.

  "When he was wedged into me, he grunted like a bull about to
fuck a cow.  God.  You just have no idea how hot it makes a woman
feel to be taken by such a powerful, aggressive man.  I locked my
ankles together and he just smiled down at me.  He called me a
"Hot Bitch" and then drove it against me really hard.  I felt his
cock pry open my slit and sink down its length until the head was
next to my opening.  He knew it too. He aligned it and rammed me
hard again.  This time, your wife got her pussy filled with a
monstrously thick ten-inch dick.  Before he came in me the third
time, I was nothing but a babbling, groaning hot cunt for his
cock."

  At this point, the cum load arched out of my dick in a huge
stream that shot six feet across the carpet.  Paula continued to
milk my rod with her hand and a second stream followed the first.
 Getting to her knees, she sucked me into her mouth and swallowed
the remainder of my load.

      That night at dinner Paula stunned me again.  "We're
checking out of our hotel tomorrow morning, Honey.  Luis will
pick me up at the hotel after you go to your meeting.  He'll have
a car waiting for you when you finish."

  "Where are we going?"
           "We're going to spend next week as Luis' house guests.
 He's rich.  Millions.  Don't know how many, but a lot.  He's
taking next week off from his business so he can show us Santiago
and Chile as we would never be able to see it on our own.  And
he's taking care of all expenses.  He told me about some of the
things he has planned.  It's going to be wonderful,Honey."
           "If we stay in his home, he's going to fuck you."

  "Of course, he's going to fuck me.  I know that.  I can't
wait." I got hard again.

  "He's going to fuck you a lot."

  "Yes.  A lot.  I'll be sleeping with him.  He says he has a
very attractive maid who will be available to you at night and
during the day if you want her."
           "He knows that I know that he's fucking you?"
           "I told him today while he was fucking me.  He loved
it.  I could feel his cock getting even harder inside me, if
that's possible to believe."
           I felt like I was going to cum again.  "How many times
do you think he'll screw you?  He's already fucked you eight
times in just two days!"

      "I don't know.  Maybe four, five or six times a day.  He
can have me anytime he wants me."

  While we waited for our dinner, I became aware that many of the
men had their eyes glued to my wife's body.

      "I think every man here is looking at you."
           Paula beamed.  She obviously loved it.  "The man at
the table behind you...  don't look!.  He's staring at my cunt."
           "Can he see it", I asked.
           "Yes.  I have my legs spread and he's moved his chair
to get the best possible view.  I think, he also likes my tits."

     "You're making me hard again."

  "A man is supposed to be hard when he's out with a hot slut,
Honey.  See that group of men over at the bar.  Just to your
left."

      I glanced over.  Three men were chatting and looking in our
direction.  "The three guys standing together?  Yeah.  I see
them.  What are they doing?"
           "The table blocks their view of my legs and pussy, but
they've certainly been checking out your wife's tits."
           My cock throbbed again.  "Every man in here has
checked out your tits.  They're almost completely exposed."
           "Does it make you mad?  You want me to cover up?  I
can put on your jacket."

      "No.  I want your tits exposed like they are.  I'm so hard
it hurts."

      "When I lean forward like this, the sides of this dress
fall away from my tits enough for those guys over there to see my
nipple.  I've been letting them check it out for the past 15
minutes."

      "What else?" I asked.
           "They've all "decided" that they needed to visit the
men's room so they would have an excuse to walk past our table
and check out my legs.  I'm pretty sure they got a fairly good
look at my cunt."
           I could hardly breathe.
           My wife leaned forward across the table.  I saw the
top of her dress gape open and knew the guys at the bar were
looking right at her naked tit.  "Honey, the guy behind you wants
me to spread wider for him."

  "I'm sure he does."

  "That's not what I mean.  I mean he's licking his lips and
motioning with his hands for me to spread my legs wider.  Should
I do it?"

      "I don't know.  I mean.  well, ." My voice trailed off.  I
didn't know what to say.  The thought was incredibly exciting to
me, but I couldn't bring myself to tell my wife to expose her
pussy in a crowded nightclub.
           "He's waiting.  He has his hand on his cock.  He looks
pretty big.  Should I spread for him?  I'll do it if you tell me
to do it.  Want me to cross my legs so that all he can see is my
thighs?  Come on, Honey.  Tell your wife what your want her to
do."
           "God.  Do it."
           "Do what?"
           "Spread wider!  Show him your cunt", my whisper almost
a groan.

      Paula never took her eyes off of me.  She smiled and told
me how handsome I looked in the new suit I wore.  She rattled on
about how we were going to visit the sea shore and swim on some
secluded Chilean beaches.  Luis had tickets to the opera.  He
might take us to x-rated nightclubs.  I couldn't stand it.

      "What's happening?"
           "What do you think is happening?"
           "Tell me, Please!  "
           "I have my legs wide open.  My dress is up to my hips.
 He's staring right into my naked cunt.  I'm spread so wide,
Honey, that he can see everything... my shaved pussy lips, the
slit of my cunt, my erect clit at the top.  Luis' cock stretched
me so much, he might even be able to see into my wet hole."
           I couldn't keep from squeezing my cock under the
table.  My wife was incredible.

      Halfway through dinner, I asked.  "Can he still see your
pussy?"

      "Of course.  I have my dress even further up now.  The
hemline is above my cunt.  Everything is exposed.  Several men at
other tables are checking out your wife's cunt too.  They all
seem to like it.  I think they all  want to fuck your wife."

  "Are you going to let them fuck you?"
           Paula smiled.  "No.  I think I'm going to let my
husband take care of that job tonight.  Think he's up to it?"

  "Just wait and see you dirty hot Bitch."

  We both laughed.  The sex that night was fantastic.

 ================================== Friday:

  I had a very hard time remaining awake during the Friday
meeting.  It was fortunate that the work was done and everything
was just a formality.  Paula had exhausted me the previously
night.  Her cunt seemed insatiable.  No matter how many times I
fucked her, she just got hotter.  When I fell into an exhausted
sleep around 1 AM, she was masturbating.
           Everything was finished at 6 PM.  I went down to the
street and found a large, black Mercedes waiting for me by the
curb.
           "You're Gordon", asked the driver?
           "Yes."

  "Good.  I'm Felippe.  I've been waiting for you.  Get in."

       We pulled away from the curb and drove into the
countryside.  It seemed like we drove a very long distance.  It
was dark, 8:30 PM, when we arrived at Luis' home.  Like Paula had
said, it was a mansion.  In the States, I knew it would have cost
several million US dollars.  I had no idea of its value in the
Chilean real estate market.  The inside was just as lavish as the
exterior.
           Neither Paula nor Luis were in sight.  In their place,
a very attractive woman greeted me in accented, but good,
English.
           "Hello.  I'm Seretta.  Luis told me you would be
arriving.  I'm supposed to take care of any needs you may have."

  The double meaning of that statement was not lost on me.  This
was undoubtedly the woman Paula told me would be available for
sex if I wanted it.  Seretta was certainly easy on the eyes.  She
was around 5'5" in height and perhaps 130 lbs.  Her breasts were
large, at least 36 or 37" D-cup or bigger.  With her small waist,
they appeared huge.  She had the dark hair characteristic of
Chilean women.  It fell to her shoulders and gave her a very
sultry appearance.  She wore a tight-fitting sheathe that stopped
an inch above her knees and four-inch heels that added
considerably to her height.  Her ass caught my eye.  It was a
luscious thrusting mound of female flesh beneath the tight dress.
 In spite of the fact that she was a really hot looking woman, I
was still so drained from the previous night, that I wasn't
certain that I could get an erection.  So I decided to decline
her veiled suggestion for the moment.

     "I'm very tired.  I would like something to eat and then
would like to see our room."

    She smiled.  "All right.  If you find you need anything else,
just call on the intercom phone.  My number is 100."
           Seretta prepared some cheese, ham, beer and delicious
French bread for my snack.  I ate all of it.  "Well, that was
delicious.  Thank you,Seretta.  Could you show me our room now?"
           She led me down the hall to a large bedroom that had
its own large bath and walk-in closet.  "Will this be
satisfactory?"
           "Very nice.  Very nice indeed.  Do you know where Luis
and my wife are?"

     "Yes.  They are down the hallway in Mr.  Mendez's bedroom."

      I was at a loss for something to say to her matter-of-fact
remark.

     She noticed my discomfort.  "I'm sorry.  Mr.  Mendez told me
that you knew and understood.  That it was all right.  Am I
wrong?"
           "No.  No.  Not at all.  Yes.  I.  eh.  I ..  I knew",
I stammered.  "I just momentarily forgot.  I've had a long, hard
day.  Is everything all right?  I mean neither of them came to
meet me."
           For a moment, Seretta didn't respond.  I thought she
had not heard my remark.  "I asked if everything is all right. 
Is my wife well?  She didn't meet me", I repeated.
           "She is fine, Mr.  Baxter."

     "Well, all right.  I'm very glad to hear that.  It just
seemed odd that no one met me either here or at work."
  Seretta was silent.

  I persisted.  "Doesn't that seem a little odd to you?  Maybe
the customs are different here in Chile?  Are they?"
           "No.  They are about the same as in your country when
guests arrive."
           "Well.  I'm really not sure what to say."
           Seretta took a deep breathe causing her large breasts
to rise.  "Mr. Baxter, your wife did not meet you because she is
having sex with Mr. Mendez.  I assumed you would know that.  I'm
sorry."

  "No.  Don't be.  Yes..  Yes..  you're right.  I should have
known that.  Certainly.  Very stupid of me.  I'm terribly sorry.
I'm just very tired.  Not thinking clearly, I guess.  Just where
are they, if I'm permitted to know that?"

  "Of course you are, Mr.  Baxter."

  "Please call me Gordon.  Mr.  Baxter is much too formal."
           She smiled warmly.  "Certainly, Gordon.  Your wife and
Mr.  Mendez are in the master bedroom.  It's the next door down
the hallway.  Right next to this room."
           "Just next door?"
           "Yes.  Just next door." Seretta smiled at me again.  I
stood rooted in the middle of the room, unable to think of what
to say next.

  "Gordon."

      "Yes.  What is it?"

  "Let me show you something, Gordon."
           "Yes?"
           Seretta moved to the walk-in closet and opened its
door.  She flipped a switch on the wall and then sat down on the
edge of the bed.  She motioned for me to join her.  When I was
standing beside her, she said, "It will not be long.  Listen."
           I did as she directed.  At first, nothing.  Then I
heard it!

      "You hear?" Seretta asked.

      "Yes."

  "What do you hear, Gordon?"
           "Someone.  Moaning.  No, not moaning, more of a
mixture of shrieking and grunting.  Luis?  My wife?"
           "Not Luis, Gordon.  His sounds are more like that of a
growling, snorting bull.  It's your wife, Gordon.  Luis is
fucking her and she is screaming with intense pleasure.  It
excites you to hear your wife having sex, yes?"
           "Yes.  It excites me.  A lot to tell you the truth. 
How long has he been doing it to her?"

      "Most of the afternoon, ever since they arrived.  They
stopped for supper and then began again afterwards, an hour or so
before you arrived."

      I was stunned.  I couldn't speak.  Finally, I managed to
smile and tell Seretta good night.  That I would be certain to
call if I needed anything.

  Seretta looked at me curiously.  "Gordon, you may call me
anytime you require my services in any way."  Her hand moved to
my very hard erection and squeezed me firmly.  "You are a man of
the world, are you not?  You understand my meaning?"
           "Yes.  I'm just exhausted tonight.  I'm sorry."
           "No..  You do not apologize to me.  I'm just a servant
who is here to provide for your needs.  Good night, Gordon.  If
hearing your wife being fucked bothers you, just flip the switch
in the closet.  That will turn off the sound from the next room."
           For the next two hours, I lay in bed, exhausted, but
still unable to sleep.  I could hear the bedsprings in the next
room squeaking and protesting with my wife's moans coming after
every other squeak or so.  Then the fucking sounds would increase
in tempo and loudness and Paula would begin to shriek.  The
pounding would increase still further causing her shrieks to
change to passion-filled screams of ecstasy.  The sounds would
then decrease in intensity until the room was silent.

      Five minutes would pass with the silence unbroken.  Then
another ten or fifteen minutes would pass.  My eyelids slowly
closed as sleep approached only to be interrupted by the faint
sound of squeaking springs.  A few seconds later the tempo and
loudness would increase.  He was in my wife again, fucking her
slowly, pounding his huge erection into her cunt.  Then my wife
would begin to gasp and moan,

  "Ooohhhhhh..uunngghhhhh..aaaahhhhhhhh.mmmmmmmm..ugghhhhh"

  I could easily hear the bedsprings protesting as they were
driven downward by the powerful male thrusts.  I even imagined
that I could hear the huge penis slugging into the bottom of my
wife's vagina, but I knew I couldn't possibly hear that.  In my
mind's eye though, I certainly both saw and heard it.  Then the
words came:
           "FUCK ME.  HARD.  IN MEE..  FUCK MY CUNT.  OOOHHHH
GOD..  RAM ME, LOVER.. HARD..  USE MY PUSSY.  IM GONNA CUMMM.
OOOHHHHHHH... CUMMINGGGGGG!!"
           Finally, I fell into an exhausted sleep.  I awoke in
the middle of the night.  Checking my watch, I saw that it was
4:10 AM in the morning, still pitch dark outside.  In the
background, I heard my wife moaning once again.  I lay there,
listening to the pattern being repeated exactly as before.

  At 4:25 AM, the bedsprings were being pounded so hard I thought
they would surely break.  Paula was shrieking like a banshee. 
There were no intelligible words, just the meaningless babbling
of a female being fucked out of her mind...  grunts...  yells...
screams... high-pitched gurgling cries... the honking, muffled
cries of a woman whose face is pressed into the bed covers as her
sexual openings are attacked by a hugely endowed male stud.

   I wanted to call Seretta.  I needed to fuck her now, but I
felt like an idiot calling at 4:30 in the morning.  I covered my
head with the pillow to shut out my wife's passionate cries and
slept the rest of the night.
      ================================    Saturday:

  The next day Luis announced that we were all taking a tour of
some of the more famous sites in Chile.  My wife appeared smiling
and radiant wearing a short, but modest, black dress, four-inch
heels, and an assortment of jewelry I had never seen before that
Luis had obviously given her.  She wore no stockings, but I could
see the outline of bra straps beneath her blouse.  I wondered if
she wore panties.  At 11 AM, Paula, Luis and I were in the back
of his limousine moving rapidly through the countryside, which
was quite pretty.

  "Our first stop will be at the home of Pablo Neruda, Chile's
Nobel laureate in literature.  Neruda is Chile's most famous
Author.  He loved the sea and built an exceptional home not far
from here where he lived with his wife until his death in 1973. 
His wife passed away later and they are now both buried on the
estate, not far from the sea which he loved.  The home is filled
with sea-related items that Neruda collected over his lifetime. 
I think you will find the tour very interesting.  One of the most
interesting facts about Neruda is that although he loved the sea,
he always traveled by plane, never by ship when he had to cross
the oceans.  He loved the sea, but he was afraid of it. 
Interesting, is it not?"

  I had to agree that it was.  The tour was as interesting and
amazing as Luis had promised.  We spent two hours visiting the
home and listening to the tour guide explaining the various
exhibits.  They even had the tuxedo that Neruda wore at the
Stockholm ceremony when he was awarded the Nobel Prize for
literature.
           After leaving, we visited a winery that we later
learned was owned by the Mendez family.  Luis was quite proud of
the wine and insisted that we sample several bottles.  The guide
showed us every aspect of the wine making process.  Again, it was
more than any tourist could expect to see of Chile.
           For dinner, Luis took us to an out-of-the-way seaside
restaurant, which we were informed had superb cuisine.  He knew
the owner and his family well and promised us an incredible meal.
 Once more, Luis was true to his word.  The abalone and lobster
were magnificent.  The crab salad was excellent.  The bread was
homemade and delicious.  The desserts that were offered would
have done any French chef proud.  Luis was continuously
whispering to my wife and I noticed that the owner and our waiter
never took their eyes off of her.
           After finishing the meal, Luis introduced me to the
owner's son.  "Come outside", he said.  "The view from the cliff
is a sight you do not wish to miss.  It is too much of a climb
for Paula in her heels.  Come.  Follow me."

  Luis led me up a narrow path that ascended at a steep slope to
the crest of the hill overlooking the harbor.  Again, Luis was
correct.  The view was spectacular.  It was an almost a sheer
drop of several hundred feet into the water and Luis warned me
not to get too close to the edge as the ground could give way. 
He didn't need to warn me twice.

      On the return trip, Paula and Luis sat on the large seat
facing the front while I sat facing them.  Luis' hand fell to my
wife's thigh.  He casually stroked it as he continued to discuss
the farming, the crops, and other Chilean landmarks.  Paula's
skirt rose higher as the hand explored. I watched it move between
my wife's thighs.  She had her eyes closed.  Luis' hand pressed
against her inner thigh.  Paula opened her legs for him.  From my
position across from her, I could see all the way to her crotch.
She had worn panties.  They were red.

     I watched as Luis stroked her thighs and then gently rubbed
his hand over the crotchband of her panties.  He pulled her skirt
up to her hips.  "The driver?", I questioned.

  "Don't concern yourself with Felippe.  He's seen this many
times.  It's one of the perks of his job."
           Turning in my seat, I saw Felippe had adjusted a large
mirror so that he could see everything that was happening in the
back seat of the limo.  Paula did not seem at all concerned that
the driver was staring directly between her spread legs.  Luis
rubbed her mound and we both watched my wife arch her hips off
the seat.

  "Your wife is becoming very aroused, Gordon. Let's see if her
nipples are hard, shall we?"  Luis commented casually.

  His fingers unzipped the back or her dress and pulled it
downward.  Her chest was rising and falling rapidly lifting the
36D tits that seemed even larger than I remembered.  Luis pulled
her bra down so that it bunched below my wife's breasts,
thrusting them up and out even further.

  "Ah ha. just as I suspected," Luis said with a grin.  " Her
nipples are erect."

  His fingers felt them; squeezing each, bringing moans of
pleasure from my wife.  "They are very hard, Gordon.  Very hard!
Excited!" He cupped her tits in his hands, hefting them, stroking
the turgid nipples.  I watched him squeeze them hard making Paula
moan even louder.
           "Lift your ass, Paula", Luis ordered.  Her hips jerked
into the air allowing Mendez to yank my wife's dress off her
legs.  His fingers stroked her pussy through the wet crotchband.
The wet panties concealed nothing.  They appeared to be soaked
with her secretions.  Luis moved his fingers upward to the erect
clitoris.  He slowly masturbated my wife.  Paula hunched and
heaved in a near frenzy, her legs gaping open, exposing
everything to us and to Felippe.  "Take off her panties, Gordon.
Let's get a better look at her sex hole."
           When my hands reached for the waistband of her
panties, Paula again arched her butt high off the seat to help
me.  The panties slid down her ass, and she brought her legs
together so they could be removed.  As soon as I had them off,
her legs flew apart exposing her cunt completely.  Her small
strip of pubic hair was a sodden mass.  The lips of her pussy
were swollen and gaping open. I could see right into her vagina.
It was full of her hot secretions.

     Luis masturbated my wife's clitoris with firm, steady
strokes as he continued to discuss the passing countryside with
me.  Paula's tongue lolled out; her eyes clenched shut; her lips
curled back exposing her teeth. The fuck motions her hips were
making increased in amplitude and tempo until she was snapping
her cunt up and down in a wild frenzy.

  Luis jacked her clit faster and her entire cunt exploded in a
series of hard, spastic contractions.  I could see her vagina and
asshole opening and closing with each spasm.  My wife grunted and
screamed, not caring who heard or who saw her.  Her vaginal
juices bubbled out of the throbbing hole. Luis bent over and
sucked the turgid nipples between his lips as his fingers
continued to caress the throbbing shaft of the exploding
clitoris.

  Paula started to put her legs together to escape the
sensations.  "Keep your legs spread, you hot Bitch.  Wide!", Luis
ordered.  Her legs few wide open again.  Her spasms were so hard
that I was certain that Felippe was having no problem seeing my
wife's throbbing pussy.

   For the next 15 minutes, Luis worked on my wife.  His fingers
explored her asshole and vaginal cavity.  He licked her clitoris
ripping another orgasm from my wife.  Finally, he removed his
hands and unzipped himself.  His cock sprang out.  I was stunned.
 Paula had told me he was large and hard, but being told and
seeing it are not the same thing.  His cock was probably 10
inches and thick.  I knew Paula couldn't get her hand around it.
I wondered if I could.  The most amazing thing was its hardness.
It stood at rigid attention against his belly, the big head
throbbing and oozing precum.  "Suck", he commanded.

  I watched my wife bend over and insert the big head into her
mouth.  She had to stretch her mouth as wide as it would go to
get him inside.  It looked obscene.  She rammed her head down on
the weapon forcing two inches into her mouth hole.  She was
having difficulty and started to pull back.  Luis forced her head
back down onto his cock.  "Suck deeper, Bitch!"
           Paula grunted and worked another inch into her mouth.
Her eyes bulged.  Her entire face was distorted by the huge
cylinder protruding from her mouth.  She got up on all fours and
pushed her mouth downward as Luis held the back of her head and
thrust his cock up into her.  Two more inches entered.  Paula was
gagging as the head touched her throat.  Her hand moved between
her naked thighs.  My wife began to masturbate herself

  "Tell your wife to open her throat and put my cock all the way
in,Gordon.  I need to be sucked.  Tell her to put it all the way
in.  It doesn't matter if she gags.  Tell her!"

  "Put it all the way in, Paula.  Suck Luis.  All the way.  Shove
it into your throat", I screamed at my wife, my own cock
throbbing inside my pants.
           She pushed another inch inside and it entered her
throat.  She gagged, her chest heaving.  Luis ignored it.  His
cock was now in my wife's throat and it was simple for him to
push it in even further.  Paula began to cum again.  She couldn't
breathe but she could climax, and climax she did.  She finger
fucked her pussy vigorously while her thumb rubbed her jerking
clitoris.  Finally, Luis withdrew his penis enough for my wife to
breathe.  She gasped for air.  Then he took it all the way out.

  "MOUNT!" On command, my wife threw her leg over Luis' thighs
and straddled him.  She lowered her wet gaping pussy onto the
head of his cock and worked it into her opening.  She pressed her
body downward taking six inches into her cunt.

  Luis bent her over onto his body.  The position arched her ass
and exposed the connection between his penis and her cunt for
Felippe and I to see.  Then he began to thrust in and out of my
wife, fucking her with hard measured strokes.  The monstrously
thick shaft stretched my wife's vagina into a huge oval around
his penis.  He had seven inches buried in her now.
           Paula erupted in another orgasm.  Felippe and I
watched my wife's asshole clenching and throbbing, opening and
closing as the spasms coursed through her body.  Luis held it in
her, enjoying the luscious sensations of her throbbing pussy on
his penis.  He held her hips and forced them up and down his
shaft.  The sight was incredibly dirty and hot.  That huge shaft
would slowly slide out of Paula's vagina, her secretions dripping
onto his balls, then he would impale her again, burying seven
inches inside her.  His finger entered Paula's asshole.  He toyed
with her, pressing it in deep and then out.  A second finger
pushed inside her ass.  She grunted loudly.

  "She wants more of the cock inside her, Gordon.  Would you push
your wife's hips down on my penis.  She needs some help getting
it all in.  Just put your hands on her ass and push her down."

  I pushed.  Another inch drove in.  Paula moaned and began to
shriek.  I pushed harder and all of it slid into her cunt.  Luis
was completely sheathed by the hot walls of her vagina.  She
bleated and cried out continuously.  Luis flexed his cock inside
my wife and she wailed in another orgasm.
           It took us another hour to reach Luis' home.  He
fucked my wife continuously, never losing his erection, never
withdrawing from her cunt.  Each time he flexed his organ inside
her, we could see her asshole throbbing.  We lost track of the
number of orgasms my wife had.  In fact, toward the end, her
asshole seemed to be continuously opening and closing, throbbing
in a series of orgasms.  From the front, Felippe spoke his first
words: "We are almost there, Mr.  Mendez."
           "Thank you, Felippe.  I think I shall cum in your wife
now, Gordon."
           Felippe and I watched as he did just that.  He slugged
short, hard strokes into her and began to spew large streams of
semen into her waiting vagina.  Her hole filled and then
overflowed.  When Luis finally withdrew, he held her bent over
his body so we could see her stretched pussy.  The cum load
seeped from the distended lips and began to form a thick rope
that hung from my wife's clitoris.  The rope elongated as more of
the load flowed out.  Her hips moved slightly and the rope swung
from side to side as it got longer and longer.  When Felippe
stopped the car, it was halfway to the floorboard of the car and
more of the load was still flowing from her vagina.  I watched in
total fascination.

     That night I again listened in my bed as Luis Mendez fucked
my wife several times before morning.
   
---------------------------------------------------------------
 Sunday and Monday:
           Sunday and Monday were more of the same.  Luis took my
wife into Santiago for a shopping trip on Monday.  They did not
return until after midnight.  I was asleep before he began to
fuck Paula that night and did not hear them until I awoke at
6:30.  While I was shaving, I heard my wife grunt as he entered
her.  She began to shriek and moan shortly thereafter.
      �����������--------------------------------------------

Tuesday:

  I had no idea where Luis and my wife had gone.  They had
already left when I came down for breakfast at 8 AM.  Seretta set
a delicious meal before me, and I forgot about my curiosity over
what my wife was doing, at least for a short while.
           "Breakfast is wonderful, Seretta.  You're a superb
cook as well as a beautiful woman."
           "Thank you", she smiled warmly.  "But I cannot be too
beautiful.  You have not yet asked me for sex."

      I didn't know what to say.  Finally, I decided to just tell
the truth.  "This is very embarrassing for me, but I've been
afraid to ask.  Luis Mendez makes me look like a little boy. 
It's so humiliating that I'm afraid that I might not be able to
perform."
           "Gordon, that is ridiculous!"  I could tell she was
very angry and annoyed.
           "I don't think so.  I've never ever seen my wife so
wild before.  She's had sex with quite a few men.  We've always
enjoyed that.  But not once has she behaved like this.  I'm not
sure that she will even want to return with me, to tell the
truth."

  "Gordon, as soon as your wife gets on that plane with you, she
will be overjoyed to be with you again.  She will give you the
best sex you've ever had in your life for years to come because
of this experience."

  "Now you're being ridiculous.  She loves Luis' cock.  I listen
to her every night.  He makes her cum over and over and over."

  "Listen to me, Gordon.  Your wife is enslaved right now. 
Really sexually enslaved.  Luis Mendez is rich... extremely rich.
 I mean over a billion US dollars.  Women are attracted to great
wealth.  Your wife is no exception."
           "If he's so rich, why was he flying economy class?"
           "He wasn't.  The story about his father and his quirk
was a lie.  His father died several years ago.  Luis Mendez
inherited everything.  Luis flies first class only.  He boards
the plane, examines the passengers in economy class for a woman
he wishes to have.  He then finds the passenger holding the seat
beside the woman he wants, changes tickets with him and you know
the rest."
           I was dumbfounded.

  "Luis Mendez is powerful.  Not only because of his money, but
because of his position, his aggressive personality, his utter
confidence, his animal magnetism.  Women love powerful,
aggressive men.  They melt over them.  They spread their legs for
them.  Like you wife."
           I became even more depressed.

      "Mendez combines all this extreme wealth and power into the
most handsome body and face I have ever seen on a man.  His
muscles ripple beneath his clothes.  His eyes shine with lust. 
Women are enthralled by such men.  Finally, he possesses an
incredible cock.  Huge.  absolutely huge...  long ...  thick, 
but most of all, hard, hard as stone.  Women like big cocks, but
they have orgasms when touched and stroked by one that is rigid
and hard."
           "Luis Mendez is a satyr.  He is insatiable.  His cock
regains hardness again and again no matter how many times he
ejaculates into a woman."
           "That's why I don't think my wife will return with
me", I moaned in despair.
           "Would you please let me finish.  Mendez is all of
these things that neither you nor any other man I have ever met
can match.  But he is just a cold machine, a cold, unfeeling,
fucking machine.  There is no real passion, no emotion, no
warmth.   What woman wants a man whose penis she cannot satisfy?
 What woman wants a man who can withhold his orgasm for as long
as he likes?   He can force repeated orgasms from your wife's
body but when it finally ends for awhile, she feels empty and
inadequate.  Do not worry, Gordon.  She will eagerly return with
you.  She will also be very worried about your reaction to her
slutty behavior."

  I though about what Seretta had said for some time before I
spoke.  "I hope you're right.  One thing is certain though. 
You've certainly made me feel a lot better.  Thank you.  But I
don't think your right about Paula being 'enslaved'.  That going
too far, I think."
           "She is enslaved, Gordon.  Can't you tell from
listening to her being fucked.  Didn't you see the way she
allowed Luis to fuck her in the car, right there in front of both
her husband and Felippe?"  I didn't answer.

  "Luis does not permit your wife to use birth control.  She has
been having unprotected sex since your arrival.  That's how
enslaved she is."
           "I'm sure that's not right.  She might tell him she
isn't taking her birth control pills, but she is.  I can tell you
that."
           "No.  Luis took them from her the first day you were
here.  She is certainly pregnant by now."
          "Maybe, but probably not.  I usually takes more than
just a few days."
          "With most men, yes, you are correct, but not with
Luis.  He ejaculates huge loads of semen into your wife each time
he fucks her.  And he is putting such loads into her six or seven
times a day... every day.  In addition, I can assure you that
some of his friends are making their sperm contributions to your
wife's vagina as well.  When you get her home, make certain that
she sees her gynecologist immediately and has a D and C done."
      ----------------------------------------------

Tuesday Night:
           The screams and shrieks coming from Luis Mendez's
bedroom were loud and almost continuous.  I called Seretta in a
panic.  She rushed down immediately.
           "What is wrong, Gordon?"

      "Listen to that.  My wife is screaming at the top of her
lungs.  What's he doing to her now?"
           "He's fucking her.  Your wife is having repeated
blinding orgasms."
           "But he's hurting her!  Really hurting her!", I almost
screamed.

      "It does not hurt a woman to be fucked, Gordon."

      "But the screams?"
           "Luis probably has the suction vibrators attached to
your wife's nipples and to her clitoris."
           "Suction vibrators?"
           "They're small pliable cups that fit over the nipples
and clitoris.  A pump produces a vacuum inside the cup and sucks
your wife's nipples and clitoris deep into the cup.  That alone
produces an intense sensation.  Then Luis starts the vibrating
action.  The entire cup vibrates on her nipples and clitoris. 
I've had them on me before.  I had repeated orgasms and could not
stop."
           "How do you know he's doing that to her?"
           Seretta shrugged.  "Listen to your wife scream.  She's
having one orgasm after another."
           "That's incredible.  I've seen her use vibrators
before.  She exploded but not like that."
           "He's also using a penis vibrator inside her vagina
while he fucks your wife's ass."

       "Oh god.  listen to her scream."
           "Yes, Gordon.  Listen to your slut wife scream. 
Doesn't that make your cock hard?" She felt my hard erection.  "I
thought so.  You're hard as steel.  Get undressed.  You need a
woman."

  Seretta didn't wait for me.  She unsnapped her dress and let it
fall to the floor.  Her bra and panties quickly followed.  She
lay down on the couch and steepled her knees, spreading her legs
wide open.  The wet gash between her thighs gleamed with moisture
below the dark pubic bush.  The fully erect nipples of her big
tits pointed toward the ceiling.  She lifted her legs, the
four-inch spike heels still on, her legs encased in sheer
thigh-high hose.  "Get on me!", she demanded as she held her
pussy lips open for me.  "Get in me!"

  She didn't have to ask me twice.  As I moved into her hot sex
saddle, she spread even wider to receive me, raised her leg and
placed it on my shoulder, and groaned as my cock speared her wide
open cunt.  I fucked her like a wild man for 10 minutes before
poured my load into the depths of her cunt.  I could feel her
vagina contracting in her own orgasm at the same time.

  Seretta continued to milk my cock with her vaginal muscles and,
amazingly, I didn't even get soft.  Within just a few minutes,
she had me hard and I was fucking her again.

  "Oh, Gordon, you have no idea how wonderful that makes me feel
to be able to make you cum so quickly... to get you so hot you
can't withhold your orgasm.  I never... ever... have that when
Luis fucks me.  Let me mount your cock, Gordon.  Please."

  I sat in the chair and Seretta straddled my thighs.  She
lowered her soaked, gaping cunt onto my rigid rod and sank down
on its length.  "OOOooohhhh god... sooo good!"  she moaned as her
hips began to fuck her pussy up and down my cock.  She came twice
more in the next ten minutes.

  "You're just too fucking hot, Seretta... I can't hold back much
longer... got to cum in you,"  I groaned, trying my best to hold
on long enough for her to cum again.

  "Don't you dare try to hold back, Lover.  I want you to pump me
full.  Put me back on the floor and really ram me... like a hot
whore.  Don't worry about me.  When you cum... I'll cum!"

  Seretta turned on her side with me behind.  I thrust into her
waiting pussy from behind and slammed stroke after stroke into
her squishing vagina.  Roaring like a bull, I began to shoot into
her.

  "OOOOhhhh... Fuck Me!"  she screamed.  "You're cumming in me
again, you hot beautiful man...  Pump me full!"
           We fucked two more times that night as we listened to
my wife screaming and moaning as Luis fucked her ass and all her
other holes.
          Seretta held me close as we listened to Paula shrieking
in orgasm.  Then she whispered in my ear, "She cums... again and
again... hard, explosive climaxes... but she can't make him
cum... she can't satisfy his cock.  I feel sorry for your wife. 
That's an awful feeling for a woman."
          "Thank you,"  I whispered back, kissing her tenderly
and then with passion.
      ==================================
Wednesday:

  Luis took us to a secluded beach in the afternoon.  The sign at
the entry road said "Private Beach.  Nude swimming permitted" in
both Spanish and English.  We learned later that Luis owned it as
part of the family property, but allowed others to use it.
           As we emerged from the car, Luis asked to see my suit.
 When I showed it to him, he shrugged and said, "That really
won't do for this beach.  Here, pick one of these suits and wear
it.  There is a bathhouse just before the beach begins.  You can
change there."

  When I examined the suits in the bathhouse, I saw that they
were all very brief, bikini style suits that just barely covered
my penis and did absolutely nothing to conceal its outline
beneath the suit.  I had never worn a suit like it and found it
rather exciting.

  There were only a few bathers using the beach.  Most were men
with a few women.  None of the bathers were nude.  A few minutes
later, I saw Paula walking toward me holding Luis' arm.  Every
other male on the beach also saw her.  She wore essentially
nothing.  Her 36D tits were covered by two small triangles of
cloth attached to two strings.  One tied behind her back, the
other around her neck.  Her pussy was "covered" by a thong so
small that it almost exposed the slit of her cunt.  It was just a
small triangle at the Y of her thighs with one string around her
waist and another buried in the crack of her ass.  My wife also
wore a pair of white spikes with four-inch heels and ankle
straps.  When she reached the beach, she had to remove them so
she could walk in the sand.  I noticed most of the men watching
her ass when she bent over to remove the spikes.

     Luis spread a plastic sheet across the sand and covered it
with several quilts.  Felippe dumped an armload of pillows on the
quilts and then set up a large beach umbrella to shade the entire
area.  When Paula reached the area, Luis told her to put her
heels back on.  She did it immediately.  As Felippe trudged back
to the car, Paula put on her sunglasses and lay on her back, her
head supported by a large pillow.
           Paula wasn't the only one wearing a revealing
swimsuit.  Luis had on the same type of brief suit that I wore. 
However, the difference was immense.  Although stretched to the
limit, the suit simply could not contain his penis.  The head and
an inch of the shaft extended above the top of the suit and he
was not yet fully erect.

  Luis took out the suntan lotion and began to apply it to my
wife's body.  He poured it over her belly and massaged it into
her flesh.  Slowly, his hands worked upward to her breasts.  At
first, he was content to pour the slick liquid over her jutting
mounds and then spread it with his hands, cupping her and
squeezing her nipples through the small cloth until they were
fully erect.  More lotion followed until her breasts gleamed with
it.

  Several men and young boys had moved closer to Paula.  At
first, they pretended not to watch Luis working on her.  When he
smiled at them, however, they watched openly.  I saw Luis pull
the concealing triangles of cloth covering my wife's nipples
aside exposing both of Paula's tits.  His hands worked over them,
pinching the nipples between his fingers and squeezing the large
globes until she was thrusting her chest into his hands. The
other men moved closer to watch.  I knew they probably all had
erections.
           Luis whispered something in my wife's ear.  She nodded
and rolled over onto her stomach, concealing her breasts beneath
her.  Luis poured lotion over my wife's back, her legs, thighs
and buttocks.  He massaged every inch. When his hands reached her
thighs, I heard him tell Paula to open her legs.  She spread
herself much wider than necessary.  The other men were now
staring straight between her spread thighs.  Luis rubbed lotion
into the crevice of my wife's ass, spreading it and exposing her
hole as he did so.  Her legs were coated.  Her thighs gleamed
with the shine of the oil.  Her hips were now grinding in slow
rotations in response to the stroking hands on her body.
           Again Luis whispered to my wife.  She rose up on all
fours with only her knees and elbows supporting her weight.  Luis
issued more instructions and Paula lowered her head onto the
pillow.  Her ass arched upward.  He spoke to my wife again and I
watched her spread her knees wide apart.  I moved closer and
heard him tell Paula to lift her feet.  When she did, her calves
and thighs made a V with the spike heels pointed into the air. 
It was really an obscene position.
           Luis poured the oily lotion over my wife's buttocks. 
It ran over the lush mounds of her buttocks until it found its
way into the crevice between them.  Luis motioned to the some of
the young men watching the show.  When they approached, I could
see the bulges in their suits created by their raging erections.
Luis spoke to them in Spanish.  He had apparently invited them to
massage the lotion into my wife's ass because they both smiled
and began to rub and stroke her buttocks and thighs vigorously. 
Paula's ass slowly gyrated in response.

  Luis spoke to the men, again in Spanish.  They nodded and one
of them grasped the waist string of the thong and pulled it down
my wife's thighs.  Once around her lower thighs, he simply broke
the flimsy garment with his hands and pulled it away.  One of the
men spread my wife's buttocks apart exposing her pussy while the
other poured generous amounts of lotion over both exposed holes.
Their hands were all over my wife now, massaging her ass cheeks,
separating them, working the lotion into the folds of her cunt.
My wife's mouth opened wide; her eyes clenched shut and out came
her tongue. It flicked rapidly over her upper lip as the men
finger fucked in and out of her vagina.

    Occasionally, Luis would direct that the men switch positions
so all of them would have a chance to fondle my wife's body.  My
erection was now painful inside my suit.  I wanted to extract my
cock and stroke it.  I saw that some of the men were already
doing that.  They gazed at my wife's gaping pussy and asshole
while they slowly jacked off.

  More Spanish passed between Luis and the men, and one of the
young boys who looked to be 16 or 17 moved behind my wife's ass
and adjusted his cockhead against her cuntal opening.  I saw
Paula push her ass back impaling herself on the rigid sex organ.
He pushed in deep and began fucking my wife while holding her ass
for support.  She was buffeted back and forth from the force of
his thrusts. Her hips rammed against her lover to assist in her
own fucking.  When he spewed his cum into the open vagina, she
grunted loudly in her own climax.

  As soon as the first boy pulled out, another one entered her. 
It was so hot none of them could last very long inside her pussy.
 They fucked her for a few minutes each and then poured their
load into her pussy.  An older man, about 50 or so, pushed the
younger boys aside and pulled down his swim trunks to release his
cock.  At first, he sank it into my wife's vagina.  But then he
pulled out when it was fully lubricated and pressed the head
against the upturned asshole.  He pushed and sank into my wife
easily.  His entire shaft disappeared into her ass on the first
thrust.  He had much more control than the boys.  For the next 10
minutes he fucked vigorously in and out of my wife until he
finally unloaded in her.

     After that, the boys began to use both of her holes.  First
in one, pull out, then into the other one.  Back and forth, until
they reached an orgasm inside one or the other of her hot
orifices.  I got up and stood directly behind my wife watching
her latest lover thrusting vigorously in and out of her pussy. 
He came in her and pulled out.  The sight was amazing.  Long
strands of cum hung from my wife's thighs and the lips of her
cunt.  One small cum rope was attached to the tip of her
clitoris.

  Other men were fucking Paula in her ass.  Semen boiled out of
her stretched ass and slid down the crease of her buttocks until
it too elongated into still another rope of thick, white cum
swinging back and forth between Paula's spread thighs.  As I
watched, those strands slowly stretched toward the quilts as even
more cum bubbled from her vagina to join that hanging from her
pussy.  I thought about the fact that Seretta had told me my wife
was not taking her birth control pills!

  Luis never did have sex with Paula that afternoon.  But I think
every other man on the beach did.  She fell into a deep sleep on
the drive home, her thighs gaping open under the robe she wore. 
Cum still seeped from both her ass and vagina.
      =================================

  The rest of the week was the same.  Luis had almost continuous
sex with my wife while Seretta and I enjoyed each other.  No
matter where Luis took my wife, he fucked her.  Every night I
listened to him thrusting into her body.  It was almost
continuous.  Paula slept in exhaustion after the last fucking
until the afternoon.  Then Luis would whisk her away for another
day of sensuality.

  Finally, the day came for us to leave.  The servants helped us
pack all the gifts and clothes that Luis had given my wife.  I
packed my own suitcase.  At the last moment, Luis handed me a
wrapped package.  "There are four video tapes in here.  The
labels say they are Chilean music, Sights in Santiago, Landmarks
of Chile and a tape about South America.  The labels are just in
case immigration opens your luggage.  The tapes are actually
videos of your wife having sex during the past 10 days.  I think
you will enjoy watching her.  Have a nice trip home, Gordon. 
When I take my next trip to New York, I will be visiting you and
Paula.  I'll be looking forward to the pleasures of your wife's
body."

  An hour later, Felippe and I were waiting for my wife so we
could leave for the airport.  Seretta came down and I kissed her
warmly.  "Where is Paula?  We're ready to go."
           "She's in the same place she's been for the last 10
days, in Luis' bed with her legs spread and pointed toward the
ceiling."

      "I hope we make our plane", I mused.

  "It will probably be another hour or so.  He usually fucks his
women in their cunt and a second time in their ass before they
leave.  He just took your wife into his bedroom about 15 minutes
ago.  I heard her begin to groan just before I came down."

      Seretta was wrong.  Luis fucked my wife for an hour and a
half before he allowed her to dress and join us.  As Felippe was
driving us to the airport, Luis' semen was seeping from Paula's
vagina and ass all the way there.

  When the plane lifted from the runway, I breathed a sigh of
relief.  "I wasn't sure you would return with me", I said.

      My wife smiled at me.  "I'm so sorry.  I don't know what
came over me. I know I behaved like a complete depraved whore.  I
promise.  I promise I'll make it up to you.  I love you for being
so understanding and patient.  I just couldn't stop.  That huge
cock..  that money... power...  virility.  I'm so sorry.  He had
no emotion, no feeling, but I was like a slave.  I loved it! 
When he fucked me this afternoon, he made me cum seven times."
           I told her how much I loved her and how much it turned
me on to hear her being fucked.  That made her feel much better.

      "Did you really get hot listening to your whorish wife?"
           I put her hand on my cock, which was very hard.  "I
loved it, but I was incredibly nervous that you wouldn't want me
anymore."

      "I always want this cock..  this wonderful cock that I can
make hard... that I can make cum.  I love you."

  We talked for hours..  about everything.  She knew she was
making me incredibly hard.  "I want you to fuck me tonight after
the lights are dimmed."

      "I can hardly wait.  Someone might see us."
           "I don't care.  I want you to fuck me..  anyway you
want..  whenever you want.  From now on!"

      "You know, for all the fucking you got this past 10 days,
you only had me, Luis and those guys on the beach."
           My wife smiled.  "I'm afraid I haven't told you
everything, Honey."

      "What else?", I asked.

  "Well, your wife was much more of a whore than you know."

      "Who else fucked you?" My cock grew even harder.
           "You remember that restaurant owner and his son. 
While you and Luis were climbing the mountain, they fucked me. 
First the son, then the father, then the son again.  I thought
you would know when you saw how soaked and wet I was in the car
on the way back."

      My dick was throbbing.  "Who else?", I stammered, hardly
able to talk.

  "On Monday, Luis took me to his private men's club.  He's the
President of the club.  All the members are multi-millionaires. 
We were there for several hours, and I was being screwed almost
the entire time by the members."

  I almost came in my pants.  "Was that all?"

     "I'll tell you everything later, Honey.  Right now, just
hold me and play with my big tits and finger fuck your slutty
wife, please."

  I could hardly do it fast enough.  I also thought of the four
video tapes in my suitcase.  I was now very interested in
watching them.

  As my finger slid deeply into my wife's vagina, she said, "Oh.
One more thing, Honey.  Please don't let me forget to make an
appointment with my gynocologist.  I need to have a D and C
done."

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