Acknowledgement:
Once again I am deeply indebted to Mr. Art Martin for his more
than able assistance in proofreading, editing, and making
numerous suggestions for text changes and additions to "Hot
Married Pussy". All of Art's suggestions and corrections have
been incorporated into the final version of the story. As was
the case with "Deric's Wager", his contributions to the story far
exceed the simple correction of punctuation and spelling errors.
They have resulted in improvements to the flow of the story and
produced a significantly enhanced level of eroticism.
For those of you have not had the pleasure of reading some of
Art Martin's work, I suggest you log onto the following URL and
enjoy some truly sensuous and erotic stories that are very well
written:
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Art_Martin/
I recently had the pleasure of seeing a draft version of a new
story that Mr. Martin will be posting on the asstr-mirror.org site in
the near future. This story, "A Well Laid Plan", has an
outstanding and creative plot that is highly erotic. The writing
is excellent with the descriptions of the sexual events hot and
sensuous. If you like creative, well-written, and erotic
stories, you do not want to miss this one... RLM
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Hot Married Pussy
by RLM
The Invitation:
It was a Monday afternoon. I arrived home at my usual time
around 5:30 PM. Paula was preparing dinner. I entered the
kitchen quietly, moved up behind her, and in one motion, cupped
both of her big 36DD tits and kissed her on the neck.
The shocked, frightened squeal I expected to hear from my wife
never came. Instead, she leaned back against my chest, pulled
her shoulders back thrusting her big melons into my hands, and
whispered, "Oh god... Doug. It feels so damn good when you play
with my tits and kiss me like that. We have to hurry. Gordon
will be home soon."
Now, it was me who recoiled in shock. Without turning around,
Paula laughed. "Come on, Stud. Help me get the dinner fixed so
we'll have time to fuck before my workaholic husband comes home."
Then she turned toward me and kissed my lips passionately, her
mouth wide open, her tongue flicking against mine.
As usual, dinner was superb. My wife is an excellent cook and
an even better fuck. I did the dishes while she opened a bottle
of vintage port. Later, as we cuddled on the sofa, sipping the
port with some cheese, I asked, "How was your day? Anything
exciting happen?"
I expected her to say "no" but Paula often surprises me. This
proved to be one of those times. "Well... maybe. Possibly."
"What happened?"
"Do you remember Len and Vicky Drake?"
I thought for a bit. The names sounded very familiar, but try
as I might, I couldn't recall why. "I sort of remember the
names, but just can't place them. Who are they?"
Paula giggled with glee. "Great! Let's play a game. I'll
give you a hint and you try to guess who they are. If you figure
it out with three hints or less, you win. If not, I win. Are
you up for that?"
"Maybe," I said with caution. "It depends on what I win if I
win and what I lose if I lose. What are the stakes?"
"How about... if I win, I get a complete, new sexy wardrobe
from Victoria's Secret. If you win, I'm your sex slave for two
days and your new sex slave gets a complete, new sexy wardrobe
from Victoria's Secret?"
"That's a hell of a deal! I can't lose. You're on! What's
the first clue?"
"We met them at a swinging party a few years back."
"Well, that's not much a clue considering the number of couples
we've met."
"What did you expect with the first clue? A dead giveaway?"
"Ok. I give up on that clue. I still have no idea. Give me
the second clue."
"The party was attended by almost twenty people and it was held
at a location over 400 miles from where we live."
Now that was a much bigger hint. I thought I should be able to
identify who Len and Vicky Drake were with that hint, but still
couldn't bring them to mind. "Well, I admit that was a good
clue, but I'm still drawing a blank. Better give me the last
hint."
"If you don't get it with this last clue, Honey, I'm going to
be shocked... At the party, Len fucked me twice, once in the
evening and again the next morning. You tried and tried to get
into Vicky, but never did manage it. In fact, you were the only
male at the party who didn't fuck her."
With that clue, the lights came on. "No need for you to be
shocked, Honey. I remember them now."
"Prove it. Who are they? You're going to have provide details
if you want me as your slave."
"The party was in El Paso, hosted by Don and Susan Baxter. We
stopped by El Paso on way back from Las Vegas on our 10th
anniversary. Len and Vicky were the other couple there beside
us. They're from Ft. Worth. I believe Len's an airline pilot.
Hard to believe I forgot that party. I guess being the only man
who didn't screw Vicky was not some thing I wanted to remember."
(Interested readers who want more details should read "The Party"
whose URL can be found in my directory:
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mischa8/webpage.html)
"You're got yourself a hot sex slave, Honey. But remember, I
get the wardrobe from Victoria's before you can ravish me."
"Why did you bring up their names? It's been several years
since we last saw them."
"Vicky called me today."
"Really? What did she want?"
"She and Len are having a party in Ft. Worth this coming
weekend, and she wanted to know if we could come down and join
them. I guess you now remember Len?... Small man, dark, very
handsome, very virile, and not so small where it really counts."
"Why am I not surprised that you remembered that particular
detail?"
"I guess for the same reason that I'm sure you remember Vicky's
huge tits and hot body... even if you don't remember her pussy
since you never got into it." My wife giggled and then couldn't
restrain her laughter at her little joke at my expense.
"Bitch," I snarled with a trace of a smile.
"You noticed. I was wondering how long it was going to take
you to find out."
"Did Vicky tell you anything about the party?"
"Yeah. A lot."
"Well? I'm all ears."
"I'm not telling you every thing she told me. We both want
some surprises. But I'll give a general summary. Ok?"
"I guess I don�t' really have much choice. Ok. Go ahead."
"She said they were inviting some old friends from a few years
back... to renew acquaintances, so to speak. She said we were
the first couple they put on their list. Later they added two
other couples that we don't know, but she assured us that we
would really like them. We're supposed to arrive at their place
around 4 PM on Saturday and spend the night. Vicky said they
have a very large home with five bedrooms, so space won't be a
problem. The party ends Sunday afternoon whenever people feel
they have to leave."
"Is it a sex party?"
"I asked her that. She said that nothing is planned. Everyone
is free to do as they wish. My guess is that there will probably
be some sex, but she didn't say so."
"Do you want to go?"
"I'm your sex slave remember. Female sex slaves don't get a
vote... their only job is provide pleasure to their owners."
I shook my head in wonder. "You planned that didn't you? All
that stuff about three clues. You are one really devious woman."
My wife moved closed, licked my ear and whispered, "You have no
idea just how devious I am, but I'm also a really hot, wet fuck."
"You are that for sure. Ok. Call Vicky back and tell her
we'll be there on Saturday around 4 PM."
"Can your sex slave make a request, Master?"
"What is it?"
"It would really be nice if you could take a day or two off
work. We could drive down on Thursday after you get off work,
have a great dinner after which you could enjoy your slave's cunt
and asshole. We would have the entire day Friday and Friday
night to enjoy ourselves, and then go to party on Saturday and
Sunday. With a day off on Monday, we wouldn't have to drive back
without a good night's sleep."
"That sounds like a real plan to me. I'll let everyone know
that I will be out of town on Friday and the following Monday."
Later that night when I had my wife in bed getting ready to
fuck her, she put her hands on my chest to hold me away from her
sex saddle. "I know why you decided to go to the party."
"Why?"
"It gives you a second chance to get into Vicky's cunt."
"Well, you're not the only devious one in our family. Now, get
your legs up in the air and spread, Slave. I'm gong to use your
cunt."
"Yes, Master. Please use any of my holes that please you."
I used both her cunt and her asshole. My slave came four
times and I put two loads into her, one in each of her sex holes.
Later, as Paula slept peacefully beside me, and just before I
fell into a deep sleep, I thought about how women are actually
very clever about sex. They have this talent for making their
husbands or their boyfriends think that they're just doing it to
please them. So the men owe them a favor or two or three in
return. However, when you examine who gets fucked the most, who
has the most orgasms, and who has the most fun, it's the women.
But keep firmly in mind, that they're just doing it to please us.
Don't tell my wife I told you their deepest secret.
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Thursday Night in Ft. Worth:
The trip to Ft. Worth on Thursday was uneventful. Things
worked out well, and I managed to get away from the office
earlier than expected so we were on the road by 2 PM, which
allowed us to arrive around 5 PM. I had called in advance to
make a reservation for Thursday and Friday nights at one of the
nicest Marriott Inns. By 7:30, we had changed clothes and were
on our way to an excellent Italian restaurant.
Paula looked positively ravishing in her tight sheathe. The
top plunged to reveal a large expanse of her big tits and the
hemline did not quite make it to mid-thigh. During dinner, I
leaned over and whispered in my wife's ear, "I've got a huge
boner just looking at your hot body. I can't wait to get you
back to the hotel."
"Good. I love it when my darling husband has a raging hard-on,
but you're going to have to wait, Honey. I want to go dancing at
a hot club. This is supposed to be an erotic adventure and
vacation. Take me out somewhere and show me off, Lover."
That was an invitation I had no intention of turning down. As
I was paying the bill, I asked one of the young waiters to
recommend a hot nightspot where we could dance and have some fun.
I didn't have to explain what I had in mind. Five minutes
later, we were on our way to "The Cock of the Walk" nightclub.
The lighting inside was subdued but there was still ample light
to see and enjoy the sights. The particular sights that I was
enjoying were the good looking women who seemed to be everywhere.
In her short dress and half of her big tits on display, Paula
fit right in with the rest of the crowd.
"The Cock of the Walk" lived up to its reputation. The decor
was lavish and exotic. There were couches and love seats at
various places around the club in addition to the tables. The
cocktail waitresses all wore brief, revealing uniforms. As far
as I could tell, every woman in the place had large breasts and
sexy bodies. There was a game room with two pool tables, several
dartboards, and private nooks for more intimate meetings. The
sunken bar area was impressive. The recessed bar was more like
an orchestra pit than a bar.
We ordered drinks and while we waited, I pulled my sexy wife
out onto the dance floor. The number was fast and before long,
she was gyrating all around me, her tits shaking as her body
moved. It seemed like an even-money bet as to whether the song
would end first or her tits would fall of her dress first. As it
turned out, the song finished first.
I tried to lead her back to our table, but another fast number
had already started and she pulled me back onto the dance floor.
This song was even faster than the first one. Again her tits
were bouncing wildly as she danced and gyrated to the music. I
twirled and spun my wife repeatedly, and each time I did it, her
short skirt flew up around her hips, totally exposing the skimpy
red panties she had on underneath. Since she was not wearing
stockings, she looked nearly naked when her skirt flew up around
her waist. Halfway through the song, I noticed a large number of
the men were watching her as well as some of the women.
Once when her body was close to mine, I whispered, "My god..
Paula. You're showing almost every thing to every man here."
"I know. I know. And it's making me so damn hot I can't
believe it. I'm showing more than you realize."
"How is that?"
"My cunt is so wet my panties are soaked. They must be nearly
transparent by this time."
When the present song ended, the tempo changed abruptly from a
very fast beat to one that was much slower but much more intense
as the bass drum beat out a steady THUMP... THUMP... THUMP...
THUMP... THUMP... rhythm.
With the slower beat, Paula's tits has ceased their wild
gyrations and no longer seemed to be in danger of flying out of
her dress. Likewise, the slower beat ended the rapid twirls and
spins that had caused her dress to fly up high on her hips.
However, the hard thumping beat of the bass drum and the sensuous
rhythm of the music had her standing in front of me with her
heels spread two feet apart and her hips snapping back and forth
in time to the beat. Between each beat, her hips and ass rotated
sensuously, and with each THUMP of the bass drum, her pelvis
trust forward and then snapped back... over and over... her body
moving as if she were being fucked by an imaginary lover.
I got hard, incredibly hard, as her body undulated a foot in
front of mine. I had no doubt that many of the men watching her
sexy humping were also hard. During the last half of the song,
my wife's hands moved to the hem of her dress. With each thrust
of her hips, the dress rose higher and higher. Finally, her
panties came into view. As the song continued, her dress rose
even higher until it was almost around her waist and the only
thing concealing her ass and her cunt were the thin, now
thoroughly soaked, panties. As the last beats of the song
approached, she hooked her fingers under the sides of her panties
and slotted them deep. Fortunately, the song ended before the
men decided to gang rape her right there on the dance floor.
Paula was panting when I led her back to our table. She leaned
close and moaned, "Ooohhhh fuckk... I'm about to cum." When she
sat down, her dress pulled high on her thighs exposing her
panties. She was too hot to notice.
As soon as we were seated, I searched for our waitress to get
the check so we could leave. Unfortunately, she was busy at
another table, and we had to wait. The wait was all that some
the randy men who had been watching my hot wife's show needed to
approach and ask her if she would like to dance. She was still
panting with excitement when a guy around 30 led her off to the
dance floor.
The song was another fast, up-tempo one. The guy was a good
dancer and halfway into the song, he was spinning and twirling my
wife around the floor. Again her dress was flying up to her
hips, her tits bouncing wildly. Then it happened. On a
particular tight spin, the low-cut bodice of her dress failed to
contain her left breast. Paula at first didn't realize what had
happened and continued to dance with her tit totally exposed and
bouncing. Finally, she saw it, laughed and stuffed herself back
into the top of the dress.
The guy she was with was nervous when he returned my wife to
the table and quickly made his exit. I finally managed to get
our waitress' attention, but not before another man had gotten my
wife back on the dance floor. As the waitress went to get our
check, I scanned the floor to find my wife.
It only took a moment before I saw her with her body pressed
tightly against her partner moving to the slow song that was now
playing. I was shocked, first, because the guy who held her in
his arms looked to be about 19, maybe 20 at the most, and second,
because he had both of his hands under my wife's short dress
where I could see them moving in slow sensuous circles. Once
more, my horny wife's pelvis was making slow grinding, humping
motions in time to the music, but now instead of humping the
empty air, she was humping her mound against what I knew must be
a very hard, throbbing cock.
I finally got the bill paid but the guy still had my wife out
on the dance floor. A second slow number had just started, and
he was still working on my wife. I couldn't take my eyes off the
back of her dress that was moving in response to the caressing
hands on her ass. Paula now had her arms wrapped around her
partner's neck with her tits pressed against his chest, her mound
still grinding on his cock.
As I watched, I saw his hands move lower on her ass and from
there down to the tops of her thighs. I was a little surprised
that he would rather have his hands on the outside of her thighs
than on her ass. A moment later, I was no longer surprised. I
saw Paula's eyes open wide as her body paused in its grinding
motions. Her mouth opened, and her tongue sensuously licked her
top lip. Looking downward, I saw the back of her dress again
moving as the man's hands once more rose upward to cover her ass.
My wife's eyes again closed, and her hips began humping,
instead of grinding, against the erection pressing into her
belly. There was no doubt that the guy now had his hands inside
my wife's panties on her naked ass. As they danced, the hands
moved together into Paula's ass crack where they explored her.
The song was almost over when they began to move downward in the
direction of her cunt until finally they were between my wife's
thighs.
The song ended and I motioned for my wife to join me. I saw
her waving her hand indicating that I should wait a moment. She
turned back to the young guy and said something to him. They
talked for a couple of minutes until finally he nodded and
smiled. When she got back to the table, her breath was coming in
near gasps, and her breasts were heaving on her chest with
excitement.
"Did you see us?" her whisper a near moan.
"Yes, I was watching."
"Could you tell what he was doing?"
"I looked to me like he had his hands under your panties and
was just about to finger fuck you."
At first, my wife didn't respond. Her mouth was still open
with obvious excitement. Finally, she closed her eyes and said,
"He was finger fucking me right at the end of the song. He had
two fingers in my pussy. He made me cum right there on the dance
floor."
"And?" I questioned.
"And... he just turned 18."
"And??"
Here there was a protracted pause. Then, "And he wants to fuck
me."
"Do you want him to fuck you? Would you like for me to wait
here while you take him out to our car?"
"No. I want to invite him to spend the night with us. I want
both of you... at the same time. Can we? Can I fuck him?"
"Would you like for me to go invite him. He might feel more
comfortable knowing that I'm cool with the idea."
"You don't need to, Honey. I've already invited him provided
that you agree. You just need to go get him. Have I told you
lately what an incredible man you are?"
"You have and thank you. Go back to the car. Get in the back
seat. Unzip the back of your dress and take off your panties.
In fact, get naked except for your heels. We'll both be there in
just a few minutes. Be ready. You're going to have to satisfy
two randy males this evening. Oh... wait... what's his name?"
As my wife walked rapidly to the exit, anxious to get into the
car and get herself ready, she paused and over her shoulder said,
"I don't know. You saw him with me. He's over at the bar now."
Since he was easily the youngest person in the club, there was
no problem picking him out of the crowd. He looked up at me as I
approached, a little nervous, not certain what he should do when
confronted with the husband of the woman had just finger fucked
to orgasm on the dance floor. "Hi. I'm Gordon. Paula and I
would like to know if you would be interested in spending the
night with us in our hotel. I can tell you that she's really
hoping you will accept and for that matter, so am I. Are you
interested?"
"That gorgeous blonde is your wife?"
"Yes. Her name is Paula. What's yours?"
"Matt, Matt Haskell. Are you kidding me?"
"No. Follow me to our car and you'll see for yourself."
"Oh fuck, yes! Lead the way, Man."
Matt followed me through the parking lot. When we got to our
car, his mouth fell open when he saw my wife in the back seat
waiting for him. Except for her heels, she was naked. Her big
tits were out, and she was cupping one, holding it out for him.
With her panties off and her legs wide open, her wet cunt was
totally exposed. She held it open with her fingers.
"I suggest you get in the back seat while I drive to the hotel.
Enjoy yourself but don't get too carried away. It's only a
short drive... maybe 10 or 15 minutes. Paula, I would like for
you to meet Matt. I think your pussy has already met him."
Matt scrambled into the back seat, but was uncertain as to what
he should do with me sitting a few feet away. Paula solved his
problem by pulling him against her naked body and kissing him
hard as her tongue probed the inside of his mouth. He was a fast
learner, and a moment later, his tongue attacked hers.
After a few intense kisses, he still had not taken over, so
Paula took his hand and pushed it between her wide open thighs
onto her wet cunt. I heard my wife urge him to do it to her. He
obviously took the hint because before I had gotten out of the
parking lot, Paula's moans told me that he was finger fucking her
again.
"Oh Yes! Yes! Like that, Honey. Just like that. Mmmmmmmmm...
Go inside me... OOOHHHHHHHHH... DEEPER... UUUNNNN. On my clit,
Baby. Get on my clit! AAAHHHH! FUCK! MMMmmmmm..."
Five minutes into the drive to the Marriott, my wife's moans
changed pitch and frequency to a loud squeal and a series of
grunts. I thought that Matt had been unable to wait and had
already started fucking her. I adjusted the rear view mirror and
saw his head socked firmly between my wife's thighs as he ate her
cunt and licked her clit. Her ass was hunching wildly on the
seat as he brought her closer and closer to a hard climax. When
I pulled into the parking lot of the Marriott, her squeals turned
into shrieks of female pleasure as Matt made her cunt and clit
explode.
We gave her five minutes to calm down and let her pussy stop
throbbing before Matt helped her back into her dress. He
replaced her tits and pulled her dress down to cover up her wet
cunt. Her legs were still so weak from her intense orgasm that
we both had to support her as we led her to the elevator and up
to our hotel room.
Once we were inside our hotel room, Paula took over again.
Matt and I sat on the sofa watching as Paula pulled her short
skirt up to her waist and began to stroke her clit. Standing in
front of us, she undulated and hunched her bare mound back and
forth. Then, moving directly in front of Matt, she thrust her
cunt right at his face, again and again, rubbing her erect button
as she humped the air.
When Paula began to lower her short skirt, we took the
opportunity to remove our pants and pull our erect cocks out of
our shorts while Paula did her strip tease. She licked her top
lip when she saw both large, hard shafts of cock flesh,
throbbing, with precum leaking from both heads. My wife
immediately began rubbing her wet gash harder. Her other hand
moved to her tits and pinched the nipples, one after the other,
until both were rigid. Technically, she was my wife, but in
reality she was just a female in heat who could think of nothing
more than two big cocks and her wet, ready cunt.
Matt stroked his big, seven-inch thick cock as he watched Paula
rubbing her hot cunt right in front of him. He was rock hard and
ready, his shaft jerking in time to my wife's cuntal thrusts in
his direction. She couldn't take her eyes off the thick fuck
stick in Matt's hand. Slowly, she moved closer to Matt until she
stood over him looking directly at his man meat as she rubbed her
cunt with her right hand and massaged her big tits with the left.
Seductively, Paula looked down between her heaving tits to her
mound. Matt's eyes followed and then watched as Paula pulled her
lips wide open, allowing the young man to peer into her pink
interior. Wetness bubbled out her hole and ran down her thighs.
Paula moved closer... her legs straddled his. Soon, her slick
opening hovered over his very hard cock but only for an instant.
A moment later Paula had impaled herself on the shaft. It slid
into her buttery hole with no effort at all.
"Oh YES!... OH GODD... YOU'RE SO DAMN THICK... AAAHHHH FUCK
MEEE... FORGET MY HUSBAND... YOU'RE THE ONE INSIDE ME NOW..
FUCK MY HOT MARRIED CUNT."
My wife began to frantically bounce up and down on Matt's cock.
With each plunge, she made grunting noises. The squishing
sounds of Matt's thick piston pumping in and out of her wet fuck
cylinder excited him to fuck her even harder. Holding her hips,
he rammed the moaning, gyrating female down on his raging cock at
the same time as his hips drove upward burying his entire length
into the depths of my wife's hot fuck hole.
Matt fucked her for several minutes before he made her cum
again. She screamed like a hot whore.
"God, it feels ssoooo gggoooooddd. Please... don't stop...
keep fucking meeeeeeeee... AH, AH, AH, AH, AH!! "
"Can I cum inside your pussy?"
"No. I don't want you to cum inside my pussy... I need you to
shoot your cum into my hot CUNT! CUM IN MY CUNT... SHOOT IT IN
MY HOT MARRIED CUNT... Ohhhh fuck... do it... do it to meeee...
Cum in my husband's private cunt hole! Shoot it
innnnnnnnnnnnnn!"
"I hope you're on the pill, Paula, cause my load's gonna be
huge!"
"OOhhhh YES! I'm not on the pill, Honey. I'm not even sure
it's my safe time of the month. But don't you dare pull out! DO
IT! Fuck me and cum in me!!"
I doubted that there existed a man who could have resisted
pumping Paula's cunt full of cum when she was screaming and
begging like that. Certainly no young 18-year old guy fucking
his first hot married pussy could possibly resist. And Matt
didn't.
He roared like a bull and screamed, "HERE IT CUMS SLUT... TAKE
IT ... OOOHHH SHIT.... I'M CUMMINGGG.... I'M CUMMING IN YOUR HOT
MARRIED CUNT... AAHHHHHHHHHHH..."
I could see his shaft jerking and throbbing as he ejected one
huge stream of semen after another into the depths of my wife's
throbbing honey hole.
Paula didn't even dismount Matt's body after he had finished
ejaculating into her. She stayed on him, rubbing her big tits
into his chest and feeding the nipples into his mouth. He took
the hint and sucked my wife's nipples until they were both
swollen, beet red, and throbbing. Every time her nipples
throbbed inside his mouth, her cunt throbbed around his embedded
cock.
"Do you like feeling your cock inside my throbbing pussy,
Honey?"
"Oh god, YES!"
"HMP is the best, isn't it?"
"HMP? What's HMP?" Matt asked.
"HMP... Hot Married Pussy, Honey. It turns you on to fuck
another man's wife, doesn't it? To feel your big virile cock
stretching her open... making her cum." Matt's prick pulsed
wildly inside Paula's vagina, and his only reply was the deep,
guttural masculine moans a man makes when his prick is buried
inside a hot woman.
It doesn't take 18-year old men long to recover, and in less
than five minutes, Matt was fully hard inside the experienced
female channel that was squeezing his cock.
"Turn her around, Matt, so I can see your cock fucking her."
Paula grinned, lifted herself up slightly allowing Matt to spin
her ass on his cock shaft until she was riding him reverse
cowgirl style. My eight-inch shaft throbbed in my hand as I
watched Matt begin to fuck my wife again. His cock slowly
withdrew allowing me to see their combined juices glistening
around his rod. Once only the big head remained socked into her
hole, then the entire cock started its journey back into her
cunt... In and out... in and out... Paula began to moan.
"Oooh, Matt. It still feels like your balls are swollen with
sperm. Your cock is so fucking hard in my cunt. Give it to me,
Baby. Fuck my married cunt.... AAAHHHHHHH... SHIT... YOU'RE
FUCKING ME SO GOOOOOOOOD... God, I love your fucking dick!
Ooooo baby... I can't wait until you unload inside me again.
Yeah, knock me up, Stud! Knock me up gooooood."
Matt was already close to shooting and Paula's words moved him
to the naked edge. Matt lifted the groaning Paula off his cock
and laid her on her back on the bed. He wasted no time in
mounting the throbbing, moaning female and burying himself deep
inside her gaping, cum-filled cunt. Once inside her hot hole,
Matt began to fuck her hard as she lifted her pelvis to meet each
of his strokes.
Paula alternated rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples. Her
legs wrapped around his hips pulling him hard into her sex
saddle. His cock flashed in and out of the slurping,
juice-filled hole.
"Give it to me, baby. I want it hard and fast. I want your big
fuck load up my married cunt. Shoot it. SHOOT IT INTO
MEEEEEEEEEEEE."
Each panting word from Paula inflamed Matt more and more. They
continued to thrust into each other for another minute before
Matt screamed, "Here it comes, baby!"
Paula moaned back, "Fill me up with your sperm, Matt. C'mon,
baby, shoot it in!"
With one last, hard thrust into my wife's cunt, Matt fired his
load into her belly. Paula's hole exploded around the jerking,
shooting cock. Matt's ass clinched, his cock jerked, expanded,
contracted pumping jet after jet of thick potent cum deep into
Paula's cunt right at the opening to her womb. Eight squirts
later, he relaxed on top of Paula, kissing her passionately on
the lips.
My cock was now throbbing with a raging erection that urgently
needed a cunt around it. Paula and Matt were still locked
together with Matt's semi-hard still buried inside my wife's
cum-drenched pussy. It didn't matter. I needed to use it.
"Come on, Matt. I'm so hard, it hurts. I need to fuck my
wife."
"Oh! Hell yes. Uh, sorry, man."
"No, it's ok. I'm just so hard, I've got to get into her."
Matt pulled his prick out of my wife's vagina, and, once
unplugged, a thick river of semen gushed out and ran down her
ass. The sight was so incredibly erotic that I felt like I might
cum before I could get into her. Fortunately, Paula closed her
legs shutting off my view of her well-used cunt. She smiled
seductively, "Mmmmmm... I love hearing my husband say he's so hot
for me that his cock hurts. How do you want me, Stud? Legs up
and back? On all fours, ass up? On my belly, ass up? Bent over
the bed?"
"Over the desk. Bend over the desk," I practically screamed,
my cock throbbing with a long strand of precum hanging from the
tip.
Paula saw that and realized how desperate I was to get into
her. She quickly pulled herself off the bed and hurried over to
the desk. With one sweep of her arm, she knocked every thing
that was on top onto the floor. Quickly, she bent over the desk,
spread her feet, and arched her ass. The heels she still wore
elevated her cunt into perfect position. She reached back and
pulled herself wide open for me.
"Hurry, Honey. Get into me. FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR SLUTTY
WHORE WIFE!"
She didn't have to ask me twice. I was behind her in two
steps. Matt had stretched her cunt so that it was open and ready
for me. I slammed my eight inches of hard cock all the way into
her on the first thrust.
Matt had seen the size of my cock. When I rammed all of it
into my wife's cunt on the first stroke, he said in an almost
awed whisper, "Man! You really are fucking the shit out of her.
How big is that thing?"
There was nothing he could have said that would have made me
feel better or even as good as that comment. Then my wife added
to my pleasure even more.
"UGH UGH UGH...AAAAHHHHHHHH... SHIT... NOT SO HARD....
GGAHHHHHAAAA... OH GOD... OH GOD," she wailed.
I plowed into her even harder bringing howls of pleasure from
her lungs. She looked over at Matt who was mesmerized watching
my huge dick slamming in and out of her totally exposed cunt hole
and said, "Watch him, Honey. Watch how a real stud fucks a hot
slut. Aahhh, UGH, UGH, UGH... OOMMPPFFFF... AAHH... see how he
rams me... uummppffffff... ohhhhh fuck... fuck ...
fuck...gawd..."
"I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR CUNT, YOU HOT BITCH. TAKE
IT!!"
It had been a long time since I had shot off a load like I put
into my wife at that moment. My cock continued to spew semen
into her, gush after gush... then later... spurt after spurt...
and finally, a half dozen or so small cum wads as I throbbed deep
inside her hot pulsating cunt.
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Of course, Matt wanted to spend the night in bed with my wife,
but she refused gracefully by telling her young lover that he had
been great in bed but she really wanted to feel her husband's
arms around her during the night. Then she added, "You've given
me a fantastic fucking, Matt. Now I need for my husband to make
love to me."
Matt was clearly disappointed but he took it well by saying, "I
understand. I think it's wonderful that the two of you love each
other so much. I hope I get a wife as hot and as sexy as you,
and one who loves me as much as you do Gordon. I loved it, and
I'll never forget it either."
He was gathering up his clothes when my wife stopped him.
"Matt?"
He looked over at my wife who was now lying on the bed with her
legs wide open, toying with her pussy. "Yes?"
"Do you think you can fuck me one more time before you leave?"
Matt's cock was fully erect before his legs got him to the bed.
But, as things developed, one more time wasn't enough for either
of them. Before he left an hour later, Matt had fucked Paula
twice, once missionary and then a second time doggy. Amazingly,
he shot in substantial loads both times he fucked her.
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Friday in Ft. Worth:
We slept until 10 AM Friday morning. Naturally, I had a
morning erection that I wanted to use. As soon as Paula felt it
pressing against her naked ass, she moaned, "Oh Wow! I want that
in me, Baby!"
Grabbing one of the extra pillows, she thrust it under her
hips, threw the covers back, and spread her legs wide for me.
"Fuck me, you delicious Stud. Get that big thing into me!"
Later, when we were having breakfast/lunch in the dining room,
my wife informed me that she was going to collect her winnings
from our wager two days before.
"What winnings?"
"My complete, new outfit from Victoria's Secret, that's what
winnings. And don't you dare pretend that you don't remember."
"Ok. I won't. Can I go with you?
"Nope. You'll get to see some one of my new outfits when you
take me out tonight."
"Where would my gorgeous, hot wife like to go?"
"Your slutty, whorish wife would love to go to a nice club for
dinner and dancing and then afterwards, back to the "The Cock of
the Walk" club."
"Do you intend to look for Matt again?"
"No. I've had him. I thought I might go hunting for fresh
meat."
"I'm sure you will. Do you know where there's a Victoria's in
Ft. Worth? If you don't want to drive, I'll take you and come
back when you're finished shopping."
"That's too much trouble. I'll just have the front desk call a
cab for me. That way, you'll have a car and not have to worry
about picking me up."
"Ok. How long do you think it will take?"
My wife grinned. "You know how much I like to shop for new,
sexy clothes. Several hours at least. I'll try to get back to
the hotel by 4 PM. Ok?"
"Sure."
"And what is my sexy husband going to be doing while I'm gone?"
"Probably do a little shopping myself. Watch a movie. I'll
find something. Don't worry about me. Just enjoy your
winnings."
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Two hours later, I was roaming around the hotel lobby trying to
find something interesting to read. There was nothing on the TV
worth watching, and I've never been a big shopping fan. Glancing
at my watch, I realized that even if Paula finished by 4 PM, I
still had two more hours to kill. And I knew that it was very
unlikely that my wife would ever finish shopping when she had
estimated... so, it was more likely that I had three hours to
wait rather than two.
"Hell," I thought. "Watching my wife try on sexy clothes is a
lot more interesting and fun than anything else I can think of.
It shouldn't be that hard to locate Victoria's."
In fact, it turned out to be very easy. The clerk at the front
desk told me that the only Victoria's Secret within five miles of
the hotel was about a mile away in the Fountainhead shopping
mall. He gave me directions, and five minutes later, I was in
traffic moving toward the mall.
The mall had ample parking, so that was no problem. Checking
the mall directory, I located Victoria's on the upper floor. As
I rode the escalator, I remembered that Paula had specifically
refused to allow me to tag along with her. She was clearly not
going to be happy with me showing up to get an advance showing of
her sexy new outfits.
Actually, that thought added some spice to the afternoon. I've
always enjoyed spying on my wife, particularly if she's doing
something erotic and sexy. Hopefully, Victoria's would be a
large store and I could watch without being detected. That's
exactly the way things developed.
It didn't take long for me to find the area of the store set
aside for customers to try on the outfits they were considering
buying. Not wishing to be thrown out the store for loitering, I
thought it best to approach one of the sales ladies, identify
myself, and let her know that I was just waiting on my wife.
I soon caught the attention of an attractive brunette who
approached me with a broad smile. "Can I help you, Sir?
Something for your wife or girl friend perhaps?"
Glancing downward, two things caught my eye: the woman's firm
attractive breasts and her name tag that said 'Rita'. "Rita, I
think my wife is here doing her best to buy your entire
inventory. Is she?" I held out my wallet displaying a recent,
nice photograph of Paula.
Rita checked my ID and then examined the photo and did what
seemed to me to be a double take. Looking up at me, she smiled
even more broadly, and said, "She's here, and you're right about
her buying quite a bit, but I think it will be short of our
entire inventory. She's in the changing area trying on different
outfits."
"Thank you. I wonder if you would do me a favor?"
"I'll do my best. What is it?"
"I wanted to tag along and enjoy watching my wife try on sexy
new outfits, but she ordered me to stay away from the store so
she could surprise me later. I hung around our hotel, but after
two hours I got bored and decided to come down and get an advance
showing. I would appreciate it if you don't tell her I'm here.
She'll be unhappy if she finds out I'm here."
"Probably even more than you might imagine," Rita commented
cryptically. She fell silent for a few moments during which she
seemed to be looking me over, appraising me. Finally, she said,
"You're a very handsome man, and I think it's very romantic that
you want to watch your wife buying clothes. I wish my husband
was that interested in what I wear and buy. I won't tell your
wife you're here. If you stand behind those racks of clothes,
you'll be able to see the changing area, but your wife won't be
able to see you."
I thanked Rita, who again favored me with a sly smile, and then
moved to the position she had suggested. I didn't have to wait
long. My wife emerged from one of the changing rooms wearing a
red cocktail dress that looked as if it had been sprayed onto her
body. A lot of her ample cleavage was on display as were half of
her thighs. I thought she looked great!
After turning from side to side as she examined herself in the
full-length mirror, she walked over to a young man seated in a
nearby chair, struck a sexy pose with her hand on her hip right
in front of him, and said, "Well, what do you think?"
"Good god! You look awesome!" the man responded. "Turn
around. Let me see you from the back."
My wife obeyed immediately. The turned 180 degrees, bent
slightly at the waist, and pushed her sexy ass back in the
direction of her admirer. "Does my ass look Ok?" she asked.
I had no idea what the hell was happening and even less of an
idea as to who the man was. He looked to be about 24 or 25, 6'1"
or 6'2", 190 to 200 lbs. His complexion was middle European,
dark, with thick, wavy hair, extremely handsome face with a
strong jaw line. His athletic physique and rippling muscles
stretched his shirt to the point that it appeared that it might
tear apart if he took a deep breath. His pants were form-fitting
and obviously selected to display the prominent bulge of his
cock.
I just barely caught the next thing he said to my wife. "Your
ass looks great, but that dress is so tight, the lines of your
panties and bra show. You need to lose the panties and bra or
wear some thing not so form-fitting."
At that moment, a soft, feminine voice whispered in my ear.
"Are you Ok, Gordon? As soon as I saw your ID, I knew this was
going to be a real shock for you. I'm sorry."
I turned toward the voice and looked into Rita's beautiful, but
concerned, face. I could see the compassion in her eyes. "Who
is he?" I asked.
"You don't know him?" Rita replied, the surprise evident in her
voice.
"I've never seen him before in my life. Do you know who he
is?" She paused unsure whether to say anymore. "Well, who is
he?"
"Uh, all I know is that he's, uh... he's, uh... he's your
wife's, uh... boyfriend and lover," she stammered.
"How do you know that?"
"Well, uh..."
"Look, relax. I know my wife. I know her very well," I said
with a chuckle. "Now, how do you know that he's her boyfriend
and lover?"
"Well, I've been watching them for a half hour, and, uh... your
wife is panting over him. If you've taken a look at the guy,
it's easy to understand why. He's sinfully handsome and look at
the left leg of his pants. That's got to be an eight or
nine-inch cock when he gets hard. She can't take her eyes off of
it, and she's been doing every thing a woman can do to get him
hard and ready."
"Yeah. I noticed."
At that moment, we saw Paula turn away from the mirror back
toward the man. "You're right, Marcel. My panty and bra lines
are all visible. But, that's not a problem."
My wife turned and walked back toward the dressing room, her
ass swinging as she walked. She stopped just short of the door,
turned back toward Marcel, produced her devilish grin that I knew
so well, and crooked her finger at the man, beckoning.
Rita was now pressed close to me. "Your wife's been flirting
with him all afternoon, but she hasn't done this before."
"What hasn't she done before?"
"Watch."
As Rita and I watched, Marcel joined my wife at the door of the
dressing room after which the two of them entered with his hand
caressing my wife's ass. The door closed behind them.
"That's the first time she's taken him into the dressing room
with her. Are you sure you're Ok? You must be furious."
"I'm all right, and, like you, I'm more excited than furious.
It's very nice of you to be concerned about the feelings of a
total stranger."
"What makes you think I'm excited?"
"The way you're breathing, the way your breasts are rising and
falling, the flush of your cheeks, the fact that your lips are
slightly parted, and the feel of your body against mine."
Rita started to pull away. My voice stopped her. "Please
don't! I answered you honestly. Don't punish my honesty by
pulling away from me." She smiled and moved back against me.
At that moment, Marcel emerged from the dressing room. A
moment later, my wife emerged wearing the same red cocktail
dress. I whispered to Rita. "Watch her breasts. What do you
see?"
"They're rising and falling rapidly. Like mine. She's excited
too."
"I would say so... probably a lot more than you since he's had
his hands all over her in the dressing room."
"Look at her dress," Rita said in my ear. "There's no panty or
bra line present now."
"I noticed."
"She must have taken off her panties and bra in the dressing
room," Rita surmised.
"I doubt it."
"But you know she did. There's no way she has panties or a bra
under that dress now."
"You're right. She doesn't have any panties or bra on now.
They've been removed, but almost certainly not by my wife. That
was his job."
"Of course you're right," Rita agreed. "No woman has to take
off her own panties when there's a man around to do it. Looks
like he did his job well."
"He did a lot more than that job. It doesn't take five minutes
to take off a woman's bra and pull her panties down."
I heard Rita emit a soft moan and felt her body pressing more
tightly against mine. "Do you think he had intercourse with your
wife in there?"
"No. He hasn't fucked her... not yet." Rita moaned again when
she heard me say 'fucked' instead of intercourse.
"How do you know? They were in there five minutes. That's
enough time for him to do it."
"Do what?"
She looked into my eyes, and I felt a slight shudder envelope
her body. "Fuck your wife," she whispered.
"He had time, but it's obvious he didn't screw her. He just
removed her panties and bra and felt her up with his fingers and
tongue. My wife came out far more excited than she was when she
entered. And she has all afternoon to tease the bastard half-to
death. Paula told me not to expect her back until 5 or 6 PM.
Believe me, she wants a lot more than just a five-minute quickie.
Think about it... if you were in her place, wouldn't you want a
lot more than a five-minute screw?"
"Oh yes! But that's usually all I ever get."
Before I could reply, my wife emerged from the dressing room
again having changed into a new outfit. Her new dress was a blue
thing with completely bare shoulders, a wide, black sash around
her waist, and an uneven hemline that came only to mid-thigh. It
wasn't as tight as the red cocktail dress, but she still looked
hot in it.
Paula again stood in front of Marcel and slowly turned a
complete circle to allow him to view her from all angles and
directions. "Like it?" she asked.
"I like you in it. But it's not as sexy as the red number.
Can't see as much of you. Sit down and cross your legs so I can
see how much of you the dress shows off."
"Love the way you think, Honey." My wife took a seat in the
lounge chair directly opposite from Marcel, smiled, and crossed
her legs. She made certain the dress rode high on her thighs to
give everyone watching the best possible view.
"Oh god... that's hot! Love it!"
Beside me, Rita whispered in a voice that was little more than
a soft moan, "That's so sexy and hot. I wish I had enough nerve
to wear a dress like that and sit the way she's sitting."
"That's not your fault."
"It isn't? Whose fault would it be then?"
"Your husband's."
"I don't understand."
"I'll explain later. Let's watch what my wife does next."
As it turned out, 'next' was a short, brown and tan mini skirt,
with a garter belt and stockings, worn below a tight red top with
two shoulder straps to hold it up. When Paula spun around in
front of Marcel, we saw that the mini was just barely long enough
to cover her ass and the garters.
"I'm not sure I like this one as much as the others," Marcel
commented. "Sit down and let me see how much shows."
As expected, as soon as my wife sat down, the short skirt hiked
up exposing the garters, and the tops of her stockings. It
didn't, however, expose her panties for the simple reason she
wasn't wearing any. Instead of the crotch of her panties being
visible, it was her cunt mound and slit that were on display.
When she saw it, Rita's mouth opened to allow her tongue to
begin flicking rapidly over her top lip. I could see her
pressing her thighs together. I whispered, "I'm hard... very
hard. Are you wet?"
"Oohhh yesssss..." she hissed.
We both heard Paula say, "Do you like the outfit better now,
Honey?"
For an answer, Marcel squeezed his huge erection that seemed to
be threatening to rip his pants open.
"Can you see how big he is?" I asked Rita.
"I can't take my eyes off of it."
"Good! Don't!" She didn't.
"Are you ready to head out of here?" we heard Marcel ask my
wife.
"Not yet. I have one more outfit I want to show you. Don't be
impatient. I promise you're going to love this one!" She
disappeared back into the changing room while both Marcel and I
nursed our erections in anticipation.
"Can I feel it?" Rita moaned in my ear.
I nodded and a moment later felt her small hand trying to wrap
itself around my fully erect, 8-inch shaft. "Oohhh. You're as
big as he is. Maybe bigger." Rita's free hand moved between her
thighs, out of sight beneath her skirt.
She was still squeezing me and slowly moving her hand up and
down the length of my cock when Paula came out. This time she
wore a black dress with a plunging neckline that exposed over
half of her large breasts. When she sat down in front of Marcel
and crossed her legs, the dress rode far up her ass. She was
barelegged. My wife looked hot and totally obscene in the dress.
"My god," Rita gasped. That top is supposed to be worn with a
pair of tan shorts that comes with the outfit. She's left off
the shorts! Jezzzzzzzz!!"
As we watched, Paula stared straight at her new boyfriend and
slowly opened her legs fully exposing her shaved cunt with its
wet lips gaping open with excitement. "Ok. Honey. Let me change
back, and I'm ready to go."
"NO! Don't change back. I want you to wear that outfit now!"
While Paula was gathering up her purchases and the clothes she
had worn to the store, I pulled Rita toward the back of the
store.
"They're going to leave in a moment. I intend to follow them
and see what happens. I want you to come with me. Will you?"
"I don't get off work for another two hours."
"Talk to your boss. Work some thing out. I want you with me.
Please."
"I'm married."
"Married women are much nicer and hotter than single women. I
love the fact that you're married. Please come with me."
Without another word, Rita walked away. I could only guess
what she was going to do. I didn't have to wait long to find
out. Less than three minutes later, she returned and nodded, "I
have the rest of the afternoon off. What do we do?"
"We wait until Marcel takes my wife to his car. Then we follow
them in mine. You can help me since you know the city a lot
better than I do."
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Ten minutes later, we were following a following a tan, Toyota
through Ft. Worth traffic. "How did you persuade your boss to
let you have the rest of the afternoon off?" I asked.
Rita blushed. "He's been trying to get me to have sex with him
for weeks. I just suggested his luck might get better if I got
the rest of the day off."
"See what I mean about married women being hotter. Will his
luck get better?"
"Yes."
"Lucky man. You're very beautiful and sensuous."
Rita smiled and moved her body against mine.
I couldn't help but wonder why Rita's husband didn't pay more
attention to her. I also wondered where Marcel was planning to
take my wife. The second question was answered much sooner than
the first when the Toyota pulled into the parking lot of a Best
Western motel. Marcel parked in front of the entrance and went
in to get a room while my wife sat in the car. It was so early
in the afternoon, I knew he would have no problem, and that
turned out to be the case.
Marcel came out then drove past the first group of rooms. He
pulled into one of the many vacant parking spots in the second
group and led my wife into Room 186. I noted that the two
adjacent rooms were 184 and 188.
Driving back to the main office, I parked outside and turned to
Rita. "I'm going get one of the two adjacent rooms to 186. I
would like to have the luxury of enough time to seduce you
properly, but I don't. Rita, you're a red-hot woman. I would
love to have sex with you this afternoon. Are you interested?"
She again caressed my stiff erection as she whispered, "I've
never cheated on my husband before, ever. Even before I was
married, I had only had three different men, so it's a big step
for me."
"I understand. I hope you're not angry, but I want you badly
and just had to ask. Would you like for me to take you back to
the Victoria's so you can get your car?"
"No! I don't want you to take me back to Victoria's. I want
you to get Room 184 or 188, take me there, take off my clothes,
take me to bed, and then take me... over and over and over.
Please, I can't wait."
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As I expected at this early hour, both rooms 184 and 188 were
vacant. Room 184 had two double beds; room 188 had one king-size
bed. The choice was obvious. Ten minutes later Rita and I were
in Room 188. While I turned on the air conditioner, she opened
our side of the double doors connected our room to 186.
Stepping behind her, I moved my hands around her body until
they cupped her beautiful tits. "Why did you open one of the
connecting doors?" I asked.
"So we can hear them a little better. Don't you want to hear
that stud fucking your wife? Did I misread the situation?"
"Not at all, but I'm a lot more interested in fucking you than
in hearing him doing my wife."
"I know you are, but I also know that if you can hear your wife
getting screwed, it's gonna turn you on even more, and I'm the
one whose going to get the benefit of that excitement."
Rita's body was slowly squirming, her ass pressed against my
stiff erection, as my hands kneaded and caressed her tits. Her
nipples hardened into stiff points. Opening the buttons of her
blouse one-by-one, I pulled it open so that only her bra
concealed her mounds. "Uuuummmmmmm," she moaned softly.
My right hand continued to stroke, caress, and squeeze her
fleshy globes while at the same time, my left hand moved up her
back to the hooks of her bra. With three quick, sure motions, I
opened all three hooks and pulled the bra down to expose her
tits.
"OOhhhh... How did you do that with one hand?"
"You're going to be amazed at what I can do with one hand,
Rita."
"Oooohhhhh... mmmmmmmmmm."
Slowly, I peeled the blouse off her perfect tits. The pink
nipples were hard and erect. When I squeezed them, it was like a
trigger... squeeze her tit buttons and her hips hunched. Squeeze
them hard, and her pelvis rammed forward and then back against my
cock. Rotate them under my fingertips, and her hips rotated
against my rigid prick.
Lowering the dress to her waist, I turned her so that she faced
the mirror. Her breath caught as she saw her image with male
hands cupping both tits, squeezing them, pulling on her nipples.
Her image was thrusting her pelvis forward and back in lewd fuck
motions, stopping only to grind and rotate against the unseen
male weapon pressed firmly into her ass.
"Ooohh god! I can't believe how much you're turning me on!"
The dress moved lower and lower until gravity dropped it into a
pile around her feet. She stepped out of the dress and
immediately kicked it away into the corner of the room. Her
breath was now coming in labored pants as my hands cupping her
tits moved lower onto her panties. She watched her image spread
wide to give the hands room to explore between her legs.
I spent a long time caressing her mound, her ass, and between
her legs through her panties. After five minutes, they were
soaked, and her hips were snapping back and forth in wild fuck
motions. When I slotted her panties into her slit and ass, she
began to moan continuously:
"Oooohhhh, aahhh, oohhh, ahhh... aahhhh... aahhh," she groaned
over and over without ever stopping. It wasn't long until Rita
began to beg me to remove her panties.
"Oohh god... go under my panties... touch me... please... do
it... ooohhhh, aahhh, ooohhh, aahhh... aahhhh... aahhh!"
I ignored her. When I moved my finger over her passion button,
her moans turned to louder gasps of intense pleasure. "AAHHH!
UUNNGGH! AAAHHH! UUNNGG! UUNNGGHH! "
Finally, my need to get her panties off and see the full beauty
of her cunt was as great as hers. I decided to make her take off
her own panties right in front of the mirror. "Take off your
panties, Rita. Take them off... Do it now, baby. Panties off!"
Rita slid her panties over her hips and yanked the crotch band
out of her wet cuntal slit. When they were around her thighs,
she pushed them the rest of the way down and bent over so I could
see her wet cunt peeking out from under her gorgeous ass. It was
shaved bare. I couldn't take my eyes off of its wet protruding
folds and the erect clit protruding well outside its protective
hood.
Standing straight again, she grinned with female pride and
pleasure when she saw my eyes glued to the reflection of her
mound and cunt. Just to make certain that I could see all of it,
she lifted one heel off the floor and put it on a nearby chair.
Her cunt was an incredibly erotic sight. The pink vaginal lips
were surrounded by creamy light tan skin. Her erect clitoris was
slowly dancing and moving as it throbbed in anticipation. Rita's
large tits were now heaving with her excitement.
At that moment, we heard the first sounds from Room 186:
"Ooohhhhhh... GOD DAMN... THAT'S SO BIG! AAAAEEEEEIIIIIIII...
GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Rita's body shuddered when she heard my wife's wild shrieks of
pleasure. "Ooohh listen. He's fucking her, Gordon! Your wife's
getting fucked!"
"I know, and she's about to cum. Get in bed."
Rita gracefully slid onto the bed and hooked a finger inviting
me to join her. She spread her legs and began to slide two
fingers through her wet sexual slit as she watched me removing my
clothes. When I lowered my jockey briefs allowing my hard 8-inch
cock to spring free, she groaned: "Oohhh god... I want that!"
Moving onto the bed with the moaning woman, I started with her
feet. She looked hot, whorish, wearing only her 4-inch heels. I
removed one of her shoes and sucked each of her toes in turn,
running my tongue between her toes as I did so. When I finished
with her toes, I began working my way down the sole of her foot,
licking and kissing each square inch. When I bit her big toe,
she moaned softly, her hips squirming on the bed. When I had
completely covered one foot, I replaced her heel and then did the
second foot.
When the second heel was back in place, my tongue moved upward
to her ankles and calves... back and forth... first one leg, then
the other. Covering every inch of both legs, I worked my way up
her calves, behind her knees, onto her thighs. Rita whimpered
with pleasure, unable to control the squirming and thrusting of
her hips.
As I worked over her inner thighs, she began to beg: "Oohhh...
go higher... please... higher... my pussy... do my pussy...
aaahhhh... uuummmmmm."
When my tongue was close to where she wanted it, her pelvis
arched upward, her legs spread wider, as she presented her core
to my tongue. Moving my tongue teasingly around her opening but
not touching it, her groans deepened. She squirmed frantically,
her whimpering grew in intensity as her pleasure increased. The
musky aroma of her cunt was strong. Her opening, glistening with
wetness, opened... closed... opened... closed. The erect
clitoris at the top of her slit pulsed slowly, in and out of its
protective hood.
She whined when my mouth and tongue bypassed her pussy to move
higher onto her mound and belly, and then, from there, up to her
heaving tits. When I sucked the hard tips, she gasped. When my
teeth closed over them, her hips thrust her pussy high in the
air.
Finally, I reached her mouth and kissed her, gently at first
and then harder until my tongue was exploring every crevice and
stroking her tongue, which was now raping my mouth as mine did
hers. Her body was vibrating with a passion that I felt through
her lips. As I kissed her, I held both of her big tits in my
hands, squeezing them and running my hands over her nipples.
As I worked on her body, the sounds from Room 186 came and
went. When my mouth and tongue started back down her body, we
heard my wife screaming:
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK ME HARDER... I'M CUMMMINGGGGG!!
AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
My wife's screams inflamed Rita. "I want you, Gordon! Please
fuck me now!" My lips sucked and pinched her hard nipples and
she thrashed wildly on the bed, her hips jack hammering her cunt
up and down in fuck motions. Suddenly her screams matched my
wife's.
"CUMMMINGGGG... YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMMMMMMM... OOOOHHHHH!!"
When her orgasm has ebbed, I moved between her legs. Rita
spread them wide, placed her feet on the bed and arched her
pelvis upward to give me total access to her pleasure pit. When
my tongue made the journey up her wet, throbbing slit, she
groaned, and when it penetrated her vagina, she grabbed my head
and pulled me hard against her throbbing hole.
Each time my lips and tongue circled around her opening, she
trembled with female heat. Her pussy gushed causing her juices
to flow out of her slit, down her ass to soak the bed. Finally,
I moved my tongue onto her protruding clitoris. As soon as I
made contact, her vagina contracted in a hard spasm causing her
to whoosh air. Her clitoris was jerking wildly, dancing in and
out of its protective hood. Rita's hips hammered up and down on
the bed. It was almost like trying to ride a bucking bronco.
Suddenly, she was beating on my back, her body thrashing
uncontrollably. Her hands flew to her tits; her mouth stretched
wide open; her tongue thrust outward as her face contorted into a
grimace with her lips peeled back, teeth showing. Her fingers
squeezed her nipples flat as her legs lifted off the bed, spread
wide, and shot out ramrod stiff, every muscle tensed, rigid. Her
toes pointed, then her feet and toes curled backwards.
Her body vibrated as the muscles in her belly rippled in
spastic contractions. Under my tongue, her clitoris bulged to
twice its normal size, then contracted in rapid intense spasms.
Rita's vagina opened wide, then slammed shut... again and again.
Suddenly, Rita's juices gushed out in a heavy, thick stream that
drenched my face and chest. All of this happened simultaneously
along with Rita's screams of intense pleasure:
"AAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIII... GGHHHAAAAAAAHHH...
UUGGHHHHHH.... AAAEEEEEEEEEEIIIIII... CUMMINGGGGGGG... I'M
CUMMINGG... AAAHHGGHHH... AAHHGGHH... AAHHGGHH... AAHHGGHH..."
Her body continued to vibrate and shake for over a minute. Her
screams, moans, and gasps filled the room the entire time. After
the first large gush of her juices, four more followed in rapid
succession, each almost as large as the others.
Her breath was coming in tortured gasps as she coasted
downward. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped, "I felt like
my body was going to explode... never, ever felt like that
before. That was the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had."
The intensity of her orgasm had hardened my cock into a steel
spike. "I have to fuck you, Rita. My cock is so hard, I'm in
pain. I can't wait any longer."
"Oh god... DON'T WAIT. I'VE NEVER, EVER BEEN AS READY FOR COCK
AS I AM RIGHT NOW! GET ON ME! GET IN ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE! COCK
MY MARRIED CUNT!!"
In a flash, I had mounted her and slammed my iron-hard erection
all the way into her drenched cunt hole on the first thrust. She
grunted when it thudded into her cervix driving her womb
backwards to make room for my entire cock. My balls slapped
against her ass.
Instantly, her legs flew into the air and wrapped themselves
around my hips. When I withdrew for the second thrust, her legs
and hips worked with mine to drive the fuck spike into her cunt
as hard and as deep as possible. She grunted with intense female
heat. Again and again, I pumped the luscious, groaning female.
The contractions of her vagina around my cock were indescribable.
"Oohhh god... fuck me, Stud... Can you feel my cunt cumming?
I can't stop. OOOHhh shit... cumming... I'm cumming again and
again... FUCK ME... FUCK MY HOT MARRIED PUSSY, BABY!"
I couldn't last more than a minute before I began to fire my
load into the depths of her throbbing cunt... spurt after spurt
after spurt until we collapsed together, our chests heaving as we
tried to draw in enough air to supply our exhausted bodies.
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Ten minutes later, I was still on top of Rita supporting my
weight with my arms. She was smiling and grinding her sex
against my now semi-hard prick. Her hips were just beginning to
thrust against it trying to coax it back inside her hungry hole
when the phone rang.
We looked at each other, both surprised. I punched the speaker
button on the phone and said, "Hello."
"Hi. This is Marcel and Paula in the next room. I'm sure
you've heard Paula screaming, and we've certainly heard your lady
yelling her head off. We had to start fucking again when we
heard her cumming."
"We certainly heard Paula cumming when you were fucking her.
We're Jack and Rita." Rita gave me a funny look at the fake name
I had given them. I just shrugged, and she giggled.
"Are you two married?" Marcel asked.
"Not to each other."
"That figures. No way she got that hot fucking her husband."
"I guess that means you're not Paula's husband."
"You heard her cumming. No way I'm her husband. But she's
married. I'm single."
"Nothing quite like hot married pussy, huh?"
"You got that right. The married ones are always hotter."
"Are you in Paula's cunt now?"
"Yeah. She's begging me to fuck her harder, faster. She wants
to cum again. You in Rita now?"
"We just finished about 10 minutes ago. I'm between her legs
but not in her. I think she wants me to be though."
At that, Rita spoke up. "You bet I want his cock in me. He's
an incredible lover. And from the way you made Paula cum, you
must be quite a stud as well."
"Mmmmm... thanks. Fucking Paula faster now."
"Give it to her, Honey. Make her hot married pussy cum.
OOOhhhhh..."
"Jack getting into you now, Rita?"
"Oohhh yessss... he's fucking meeeeeeeee!!"
Then Paula's voice: "Fuck her hot married cunt, Jack. Give it
to her hard."
"Ohhh shit," Marcel moaned. "How's he fucking you, Rita?"
"He's on top of me... pumping it in and out."
"Paula's riding my big dick. She's leaning over me, her big
36DD tits hanging down, bouncing back and forth. Sucking one
nipple."
"Fuck your cunt on his big cock, Paula!" Rita moaned as my
prick pistoned in and out of her vagina.
"Oh fuck... she's ramming her cunt on my cock like crazy now.
Jack, does Rita's husband know you're fucking her?"
"Ugh ugh ugh... aahhh she's so damn wet and tight. No. He has
no idea I've got my cock buried in his wife's pussy. How about
you, Marcel? Does Paula's husband know you're shafting her
cunt?"
"OOHHHHHHHHHHH.... I'M CUMMING, BABY... UUNNGGHHHHH!!"
"Could you hear Paula cumming? She goes off like a cannon.
You should feel how her cunt throbs around my dick when she gets
off."
Rita pushed against my shoulder indicating that she wanted to
ride me. We rolled over, and she started ramming her cunt up and
down my now rigid cock. As she nailed my cock in and out of her
cunt, she said, "I'm riding Jack now. His 8-inch dick is like an
iron bar. Gonna make me cum. Paula... does your husband know
you're getting fucked by Marcel right now?"
"Nooo... he doesn't. He doesn't know that Marcel's about to
pump another load into my cunt. I can feel his cock starting to
throb inside me."
"Marcel," I said. "Let's cum in their pussies together."
"Right on! You tell me when, Buddy. We'll cream them at the
same time."
I could easily hear the slapping of my wife's ass on Marcel's
hips as he fucked his cock in and out of her cunt. Rita leaned
over me and moaned, "I can cum whenever you're ready, Honey.
God, I love the way you fuck me. Now suck on my tits and fuck
your load into me. I'll cum when you do."
"Sounds like your woman is ready, Jack. I'm almost there.
Gonna shoot Paula's hot cunt full of cum. You ready to blast
Rita's cunt?"
"YEAH. ON THREE, MARCEL. ONE!" The sound of two female
bodies riding two hard cocks could be heard on both phones.
"TWO!" Rita and Paula began to beg for it. "Shoot it in,
Marcel. Cum in my hot married pussy, Stud" and on top of me:
"Pump me, Stud. Cum in my cunt, Lover. Give it to meeeeeeeee!!"
"THREE!!" Both cocks ejaculated spurt after spurt into the two
convulsing pussies.
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Rita and I left the motel first so I could get back to the
Marriott before Paula arrived. As I let her off at Victoria's, I
kissed her and gave her my business card so she would have a
phone number to call.
"It's about a three-hour drive between where I live and Ft.
Worth. If we meet halfway, we could each drive it in an hour and
a half. If we arrange to have six hours total, we could spend
three hours enjoying each other. If that sounds good to you,
give me call at my office. I would really like to see you
again."
Rita kissed me hard and said, "I can't wait to have you inside
me again. No one, ever, has fucked me and made me cum like you
did today."
"If you can persuade your husband to swing, the four of us
could get together on weekends with no need to sneak around.
Just something to think about."
We kissed again, and then she was gone.
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I was waiting in our hotel room when Paula called and asked me
to come down to the lobby to help her with her packages. I did
and 15 minutes later, Paula and all her purchases were in our
hotel room.
"It looks like you had a lot of fun buying your new wardrobe."
"It was a lot of fun. I had a wonderful afternoon, Honey.
Thank you."
"Any men hit on you in your new, sexy outfits?"
"I got some interested looks, of course, but it didn't go any
further than that."
"Really?", I said doing my best to hide my amusement at her
deception. While I was amused, I was also somewhat puzzled.
Paula and I have an open marriage, but she's not supposed to make
secret dates and cheat. Where in hell did Marcel come from? It
was obvious that their meeting had not been accidental. Rita had
told me that Marcel had come in expecting to see Paula. That's
why she thought that he was her husband. It had to be some kind
of prior arrangement between Paula and Vicky Drake that my wife
had hidden from me to make sure I would accept the Drake's
invitation to visit this weekend. I decided to just remain
silent and see what additional information would be forthcoming
at the party.
Out loud I said, "That's got to be the first time in years that
you've dressed hot and had all the men do nothing but look. I
think that bodes well for this evening. You must be boiling hot
after trying on all those hot clothes and not getting any male
attention. We should have a great evening!"
"We will, Lover. We will."
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That night, Paula put on one of her new outfits. It was a
short, pink and white outfit with two small straps around her
neck to hold up the bodice, which did practically nothing to
conceal her large 36DD tits. The dress covered her ass and a
little more, but not much more. She wore no stockings and pair
of strapless, pink heels. She looked like distilled essence of
whore.
As my wife suggested, we had dinner in a nice restaurant, but
when I suggested we dance a few numbers, she shook her head.
"Not here. Let's go back to the Cock of the Walk and dance
there." I thought that was a good idea simply because her dress
was so erotic that it really was only appropriate for a club like
the Cock of the Walk.
As soon as we entered, all the male radars picked up her scent
and zeroed in on my wife. Paula asked for a table near the bar
and with a good tip from me, the Maitre D' seated us at the
closest possible table. With the bar area being recessed as it
was, the bartenders all had a great view of my wife's legs
whenever she was sitting at our table. In fact, their eyes were
at the same level as her legs so that they could beaver shoot
right up her short dress. I wondered if she was wearing any
panties.
I took her out onto the dance floor where we danced to one fast
song and one slow one. During the fast song, it was the same as
the previous evening. Her twirling and gyrations repeatedly had
her short dress flying up around her waist. The first time her
dress flew high, everyone in the club knew that instead of
panties, my wife was wearing nothing more than a pink thong.
Before the fast song ended, every male in the club had had a
several good views of Paula's naked ass.
During the slow song, her dress stayed down, but as we danced,
she kept her mound moving sensuously over my erection. Halfway
through the song, I was hard as stone.
"Mmmmmmm... you're hard, Honey. Really hard. Put your hands
under my dress and feel me, Baby."
There was no way I could turn down that invitation. By this
time, her thong had sunk completely out of sight into the crack
of her ass, so I was essentially feeling my wife's naked ass.
"Lift my dress, Honey. Let the some of the other men see me
and get hard."
I did it a couple of times, but when her ass began to draw a
crowd, I stopped, which didn't make Paula particularly happy.
After two songs, we went back to our table and ordered drinks.
There were two bartenders, and both had their eyes glued to my
wife as they prepared our orders. Glancing down, I saw she had
her legs open so that her pink thong was in full view. I
wondered if both bartenders' cocks were as hard as mine.
We had hardly taken more than a couple of sips of our drinks
when a man approached and asked if I minded if he asked my
beautiful wife for a dance. Paula looked him over, nodded, so I
said Ok. The song was slow, and he took full advantage. He kept
her on the dance floor for two songs before he escorted Paula
back to our table.
"You Ok?" I asked. "Did he hit on you?"
Paula smiled and shrugged. "Of course he hit on me. That's
why he asked me to dance."
"What did he say?"
"He told me he wants to fuck me, and asked me if I would leave
with him. I told him I was with my husband and I don't run off
and leave my husband alone. So he thanked me and brought me
back."
Paula had time to take another swallow of her drink before a
new man had asked her to dance. Once again, I told him it was
Ok. This time, the song was fast and he soon had my wife's dress
flying up around her hips exposing her sexy ass and tiny pink
thong.
By this time, the dance floor was crowded and I lost sight of
Paula and her dance partner. After two more songs, she still had
not returned to our table so I wandered around the club scanning
the dance floor for a sign of my wife without success.
The way I was roaming around and looking in various places made
it obvious to anyone watching that I was searching for someone.
The first man who had asked my wife to dance saw me and came
over.
"Hi. Remember me?"
"Sure. My wife said you're an excellent dancer."
"Well, please thank your wife for that nice complement. I
couldn't help but notice that you seem to be looking for someone.
Would that someone be Paula?"
"As a matter of fact, it is. I seem to have lost track of
her."
"My suggestion is to try the parking lot. They may still be
there." Having said that, he turned and casually walked away
toward the bar area.
The parking lot was large, but it was reasonably well lighted.
I had nothing better to do, so I took his advice. Once outside,
I began a systematic search of the lot... up one row, down the
next, and so on.
My search was made a lot easier by the fact that it wasn't
necessary that I look into every car. All I had to do was just
look at the back of the car to see if it was moving.
Before I had gotten all the way down the third row of cars, I
saw a Buick whose back end was rhythmically moving up and down.
It was obvious that a woman was being fucked in the back seat. I
approached from behind the adjacent car and stared into the back
seat where I saw a woman legs up in the air. They were jerking
back and forth as her lover fucked in and out of her cunt.
They were so busy fucking, I knew that they probably wouldn't
see me at the window and even if they did, what could they do
about it. He certainly wasn't going to stop screwing the woman
to chase me around the parking lot.
Throwing caution to the wind, I walked up to the car and looked
into the back seat. There was no possible way they could see me.
The man was between her thighs with his body covering hers so
that neither of them could see the window. With her legs up in
the air, he was driving himself all the way into her on every
stroke. She was grunting every time he hit the bottom of her
cunt. But the woman was a brunette. I moved on down the row.
In the fifth row, I spotted another car whose rear end was
bouncing. This time when I looked in the window, I found myself
staring straight into the eyes of a young blonde around 17 who
was hammering her cunt up and down her lover's cock. I smiled at
her and she smiled back never missing a stroke. She licked her
lips as her hips continued their fuck strokes. She mouthed the
words, 'You can be next.' I smiled, shook my head, and moved on
down the row.
I was nearing the last row of the lot before I saw a van's back
end shaking. As I approached, I noticed the windows were tinted
so it was probably going to be difficult to see anything. When I
was a car away, I saw that indeed the windows were tinted, but
the tailgate was down. Obviously, the lovers wanted more room.
Circling around, I approached from the rear of the van. With
the tailgate down, I could see every thing clearly. The woman
was naked except for her white heels. Her naked ass was facing
me as she bent over her lover's cock sucking him off. Her ass
looked delicious as did her cunt whose lips flanged open to
expose the interior of her vagina. Her big tits jiggled as her
mouth moved up and down the man's cock. He also looked to be
naked but I could only see him from the waist down. My cock was
rigid with lust as I watched my wife blowing the stranger's hard
cock.
Looking around, I realized that we were at the back of the
parking lot. The guy had probably picked this spot because of
the privacy it provided. Unzipping my pants, I took out my shaft
and began to jack off as I watched Paula suck him.
At first, I assumed the guy would shoot off in her mouth, but
he pulled out before he came. I realized that he had had no
intention of cumming in her mouth. There would have been no
reason to strip my wife naked if he was going to do that.
I hid behind the car parked behind the van as he moved behind
my wife who remained on all fours. When he was in position, he
said something, and she arched her ass higher. I almost shot off
when he pushed his cock into her ass. Paula grunted as he forced
it inside her rectum. Once he had the head inside, he slid
smoothly all the way into her until his balls slapped against her
cunt.
Paula's hand moved to her clit where she began to rub
furiously. In less than a minute, I heard her telling the guy
that she was about to cum. He fucked her ass even harder and her
loud moans announced her orgasm. When her throbbing had ebbed,
she turned her head and I heard her clearly: "I want you in my
cunt. Let me get on my back so your can really hammer it into
me."
As soon as the stud pulled his rod out of her ass, Paula
flipped over onto her back. Pulling up her legs, she completely
exposed her cunt. The man got between her legs, rose up to
position with his cock at her opening, and entered my wife's
cunt. She moaned, "Ooohhhhh yess... put it all the way into
meeeeeeeeee... ugh, ugh, ugh... fuck me... fuck me hard...
harder!"
He was riding my wife high keeping his cock in contact with her
clitoris. That allowed me a perfect view of his cock pumping in
and out of Paula's cunt hole.
He had just about reached his limit. I heard him warn her,
"I'm gonna cum in you, Babe. Gonna shoot that gorgeous fuck hole
full of hot cum!"
"YESSS... SHOOT IT INTO ME! CUM IN MY MARRIED CUNT HOLE,
STUD!"
A moment later, his strokes shortened, his ass muscles
clenched, and he grunted as he emptied his balls into my wife's
waiting pussy.
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I was waiting at our table when Paula finally returned. "Where
did you go? I looked all over the dance floor and couldn't find
you."
"I danced with a guy and got him hot as fire. He wanted to
show me the club so I went with him. After the tour, he took me
outside and we began to make out. Before I knew it, he had my
dress up to my waist, my thong down around my thighs, and one of
my tits out. I stopped him and said we were going to get
arrested. He realized that might very well happen, so he took me
to his van in the back of the parking lot where we would have
some privacy."
"And then? What happened?"
"He fucked me, of course, after I sucked him for awhile."
"Tell me about it."
"Once he had me in his van, we picked up just where we left
off. He got my tits out, my dress off, and pulled down my thong.
Except for my heels, he had me naked. I told him it wasn't fair
for him to have me naked while he still had all his clothes on.
It didn't take him long to strip. I pushed him onto his back and
gave him a blowjob. I thought he would shoot in my mouth, but he
wanted my cunt and my ass. He took both and finally came inside
my pussy. Then your slutty wife came back here."
"Are you ready to go? I'm so damn hot for you, I can't believe
it."
"Can you wait a little longer? I'd like to have a couple of
drinks. I still haven't had one. I only got a few sips of that
first one we ordered before those guys had me out on the dance
floor."
"Ok." I motioned for the cocktail waitress and placed our
orders. Once again, I noticed the bartenders staring under our
table at Paula's legs, and, I assumed, at her sexy pink thong.
"The bartenders are staring at your pink thong again, Honey."
"I don't think so. It just looks like they're looking up my
dress at my thong, but I'm sure they aren't."
"What? Are you looking at the same two bartenders I'm looking
at? Both of them are right in front of our table, down in that
pit, with their eyes right at the level of your knees. You don't
have your legs crossed, and it's obvious that both of them are
looking up your dress."
"I know that, but they're not looking at my pink thong. The
guy who fucked me in the parking lot kept my thong as a souvenir,
Honey."
"What?"
"That's right, Dear. They're staring right at your wife's very
wet, cum-filled cunt right now. I bet they're both hard. Wanna
bet?"
Before I could respond, a well-dressed man approached our
table. "Good evening. I'm David Marlow. I'm the manager and
owner of the "The Cock of the Walk". I've noticed the two of you
here the past two nights, and I just wanted to tell you how much
we appreciate your business."
"Well, thank you," I replied. "We've enjoyed your club. I'm
Gordon and this is my wife, Paula."
"It's a pleasure to meet both of you. Have you got a few
minutes, Gordon? I would like to talk to you about some special
memberships we have for our out of town visitors. It won't take
long. No more than 10 minutes, promise. Come on back to my
office, and I'll explain the various options we have."
"Sounds good." Turning to my wife, I asked, "What do you
think?"
"Doesn't hurt to listen."
I nodded and followed David to his office. Once we were there,
he invited me to have a seat. He offered me a drink which I
declined since my wife was waiting for me. Then he laid out two
membership plans. One was for $50 per person. It included the
$10 cover charge and provided a 50% discount on the bar bill for
5 visits. It was obviously a very good deal except for the fact
that we were very unlikely to get to Ft. Worth five times during
the next year.
After I explained this to David, he nodded. "I understand.
That won't work for you. We have an alternate plan for $30 per
person that provides the same benefits for two visits. Does that
interest you?"
I considered it for awhile and finally declined. "I'm sorry,
but this is our first visit to Ft. Worth in over a year."
"Ok. I just wanted to make the offers. Here are two
complementary discount coupons that waives the cover charge; good
anytime for a year. No charge. Just a token of our appreciation
for you patronage."
After thanking him for the coupons, I returned to our table,
but again, could not find my wife. I looked over the dance
floor, once again without success. Going back to our table, I
considered searching the parking lot again. However, before I
could make a decision, our cocktail waitress came over.
"Hi. I'm Megan, as you can see from my name tag."
"I recognize you. You've been our waitress all evening, and
you've been very attentive to our needs. We appreciate it."
"I have something for you." She handed me a sealed white
envelope. "Your wife asked me to give you this and told me to
tell you to read it immediately."
Taking the envelope, I responded, "Thank you."
"Let me know if you need anything. I'll be around."
As soon as she left, I opened the envelope. Inside was a
handwritten note from Paula.
"Honey, I'll be back as soon as I can. Please don't get mad,
and please don't leave without me. I know you're looking forward
to taking me to bed, but I just couldn't resist Hal's invitation.
(He's one of the sexy bartenders who's been looking up my dress
all evening, first at my thong and just before you left the
table, at my cunt.) He has a 30 minute break. So I should be
back pretty quickly. I love you... please... please... don't be
mad." Paula.
Well, I wasn't mad. I was disappointed to say the least. I
was also incredibly excited. So much so, my cock felt like an
iron bar that would break off if anyone so much as moved it.
The disappointment must have shown on my face, because Megan
came over again. "Are you Ok?"
"I suppose."
"Would you like a drink? Complements of the house. No
charge."
"Why not. Bourbon and water, on the rocks, please. Not too
much bourbon."
Five minutes later, Megan handed me the drink and said, "Let me
know if I can help in any way."
"Why do you think I need help?"
"I know what's happening. Maybe you need some company...
someone to talk to. Let me know."
The minutes seemed to crawl by. Finally, Hal's 30 minutes
break had to be over, but another 15 minutes passed without Paula
returning. At that point, I happened to look at the bar and saw
Hal in the pit mixing drinks. His break was indeed over. I was
still staring at him when Megan came over again.
"Are you Ok?" she asked once again.
This time I replied, "I'm not sure. You said you knew what was
happening. Why don't you sit down and tell me because I don't."
Megan pulled out a chair, sat down, and after moving close to
me, said, "Hal approached your wife while you were talking with
Marlow. He told her his break was coming up. I'm sure he also
told her how much her naked pussy was turning him on. One way or
another, he asked her to have sex with him during his break. She
took out some paper, wrote the letter, gave me the envelope, and
then went off with Hal when his break started."
"I know all that. Here's my wife's letter."
Megan scanned it quickly and nodded. "Just as I told you."
"So what happened?"
Megan shrugged. "Your wife went with Hal to one of the staff
rooms in the back and he fucked her."
"I gathered that much, but Hal's break is up. He's down in the
pit mixing drinks again, and my wife still isn't back."
"Do you see Mark mixing drinks in the pit? He's the second
bartender."
I scanned the pit without finding him. "No, I don't. So
what?"
"His break started as soon as Hal returned from screwing your
wife. You have to know that Hal told him he was going to fuck
her. So when Hal returned, Mark knew it would take your wife
longer to... how should I put it... repair the damage and return.
It always takes women longer to make themselves presentable
after sex than it does men. Men don't end up with cunts full of
cum running down their legs. So, before your wife could clean
her pussy, fix her hair, and put on new lipstick, Mark was in the
room with her. She would probably have still been naked, her
cunt still full of Hal's load. My guess is that Mark just took
her back to bed and started fucking her. That's why she's late."
"Just like that?" I questioned. "Just took her back to bed and
started fucking her? Usually, my wife won't let a man just take
her to bed and fuck her."
Megan laughed. "I'm sure she doesn't, but then she usually
isn't naked with her cunt full of cum that's running down her
thighs when a man, who knows she's just been screwed, arrives
with the intention of fucking her. Take my word for it, Gordon.
It wouldn't have taken Mark 30 seconds to get your wife back into
bed."
Megan looked at her watch. "Mark still has 13 minutes left on
his break. So he's almost certainly still fucking your wife."
I closed my eyes. My cock had been hard for so long that it
now definitely hurt. Megan pushed her chair even closer to me
and moved her hand under the table to my crotch. When I felt her
hand, there was no way I could keep my prick from jerking like a
wild snake.
Megan's eyes opened wide in surprise. "My god! Oh my god!
You're just huge! How big is it?"
"Normally, it's 8-inches hard, but right now it feels like it
has to be bigger than that."
"Jezzzz... what a cock! And hard!! My god, it's so hard, I
can't even move it. It feels like a big, thick steel spike in my
hand."
"I'm not surprised. I've been hard for over an hour. So hard
that it's now painful. My balls hurt; my cock hurts."
I looked at my watch again. Another 25 minutes had passed.
Both Hal and Mark were back in the pit mixing drinks. There was
still no sign of my wife.
I moved Megan's hand off my cock. "That feels marvelous, but
you have to stop. If you don't, I'll cum in my pants and the
load will be just huge. Everyone will see the huge stain on the
front of my pants and know what happened. That's just too
humiliating for me to stand. Anyway, both Hal and Mark are back.
Paula's had 15 minutes to 'repair the damage' as you say, and
she's still not here. What's happening now?"
"Don't you know?"
"No. I don't have a clue."
"Why do you think Marlow took you back to the office? It was
to give Hal the opportunity to get into your wife's cunt. After
he finished fucking her, Mark took over, as I explained. When
Mark finished, Marlow was waiting, and he's the boss. He can
take as long as he likes. He screwing your wife right now. I
have a break in 10 minutes. Would you like to empty that big
cock into my cunt?"
"You're gorgeous, but I want my wife. Where is this staff
room?
"Will you not tell anyone I told you?"
"I'll not tell a soul. Where is it?
"Go through the door to the right of the bar area. Hal and
Mark are so busy, they won't notice. Go down the hallway to the
second door on your right. The door will, of course, be locked.
Here's my staff key that will let you in. When you leave with
your wife, put some money on the table for your bar bill and just
drop my key on the floor under the table. I'll pick it up."
Megan handed me her key, leaned over, and kissed me on the
lips. As she pulled away, she said, "Your wife is beautiful, but
she's crazy to risk losing a man like you." With that, she moved
away.
As soon as Megan had disappeared into the crowd, I was on my
feet moving toward the doorway to the right of the bar. No one
paid any attention to me as I moved through it. The hallway was
dimly lit, but there was more than sufficient lighting to find my
way.
Standing in front of the second door to the right, I had no
problem hearing the noises Marlow was making as he fucked my
wife. Over his masculine grunts of pleasure, my wife was
babbling and howling with excited female shrieks of pleasure.
"UGH UGH UGH TAKE MY COCK YOU HOT BITCH. SQUEEZE THAT LUSCIOUS
CUNT AROUND ME, BABY... UGH! UGH! UGH!"
I could also hear Marlow's body as it thudded against my wife
rapidly and hard: "WHOMPPFF! WHOMPPFF! WHOMPPFF! WHOMPPFF!
WHOMPPFF! WHOMPPFF! WHOMPPFF! WHOMPPFF! WHOMPPFF!"
In between each thud of his body against my wife's hips, I
heard Paula howling: "WHOMPPFF... AAEEII! WHOMPPFF... AAEEII!
WHOMPPFF... AAEEII! WHOMPPFF... AAEEII!..."
The key turned easily in the lock. I opened the door and saw
them on the bed. My wife was naked in the center of the bed, her
legs up in the air, flailing and jerking wildly every time the
cock slammed into her upturned cunt hole. Marlow's ass was
rising and falling rapidly between her thighs as he screwed the
hot, moaning woman with the determined thrusts of a rutting male.
His grunts and Paula's stretched lips and open mouth told me
they were both about to cum.
Paula saw me standing in the doorway just as her cunt exploded
in hard contractions about Marlow's cock. She was startled to
see me, but the intense sensations pumping through her vagina
commanded all her attention.
She screamed: "OOHHHHH... I'M CUMMINGGG... NOW... NOW!
SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNNNN!!"
My wife's screams and her vaginal contractions on his cock were
more than enough to drive Marlow over the edge. Holding her ass
in place, he drilled hard, short strokes into her depths. His
ass muscles clenched firing huge streams of cum into my wife's
waiting vagina. As his load pumped into her hole, Paula locked
her legs about Marlow's hips and arched her ass upward driving
the pulsing cock to the very bottom of her cunt where it throbbed
and jerked each time her vagina contracted around it.
For a couple of minutes, their bodies stayed locked together in
a tight embrace. Both of them were breathing in tortured gasps
trying to suck air into their lungs. Marlow's hips continued to
pump slowly in my wife's sex saddle as Paula's pelvis humped
upward each time she felt the semi-hard prick entering her cunt.
Finally, their orgasms ebbed, the throbbing of their coupled sex
organs stopped, and Marlow dismounted.
I picked up my wife's dress that was lying over a chair, and
said in a calm voice, "Are we ready to go home now, Honey? I
would really like to fuck you tonight. My balls hurt and my cock
is so damn hard it feels like it's going to break off. Our
cocktail waitress offered to take care of it for me with her
cunt, but I would much rather fuck you and then make love to you.
Ok?"
Paula smiled sheepishly, scrambled off the bed, and immediately
threw her arms around me, kissing me hard on the lips. I kissed
her back just as passionately and said, "Here, put on your
dress."
As we walked through the bar area, I dropped $30 on the table
for the bar bill. Megan came up and I handed her another $30 as
a tip. Her key was folded in with the money. "Thank you."
She kissed me on the lips while my wife watched. Then she
walked over to Paula and handed her a card. "That's my business
card. It has both my home and business phone numbers as well as
my address. If you ever get tired of this man, please give me a
call and I'll take him off your hands for you. By the way, while
you were in the back room enjoying yourself, I asked him to fuck
his big load into me. He thanked me but said he really wanted
you. He's the only man I've ever asked to fuck me who turned me
down."
Five minutes later, we were in the car heading back to the
Marriott. Paula was silent for awhile. Finally, she said, "You
can't fuck me or make love to me until you first whip my ass with
your belt. I mean it."
"I'll think about it, but I have some pressing other chores
that I need to do."
"Like what?"
"Like first using my tongue to clean all the semen out of my
wife's pussy. Then, I have to draw a warm bath for her and
carefully wash her beautiful body. Her nipples look sore and her
body needs to be gently oiled and massaged so it will be feel
relaxed and loved. After I finish all these chores, if I have
any energy left, I'll whip your ass lightly until you're ready to
cum, then I'll fuck you. Jezz... so much work to do, but then
someone has to do it."
Later that night, after finishing all my chores, I fucked my
wife until she had had over a dozen intense, screaming orgasms,
and I had put three monster loads of semen into her throbbing
body.
After my third orgasm, I was too exhausted to do her again. I
rolled over onto my back, my chest heaving from the exertion of
over an hour of non-stop, intense fucking. She moved down my
body and took my limp prick into her mouth and lovingly sucked
it.
"I'll be awhile before I can get mit up again. I'm sorry."
"Don't you dare apologize to me after fucking me like you just
did. I'm going to suck you until you're hard enough to put it
back inside me. That's where I want it all night long. But
before I do that, I want to tell you something.
"I had a lot of orgasms tonight at the club. I didn't think
you would mind, but I know I went way too far leaving you alone
like that. I want you to know that none of the orgasms I had
with other men... absolutely none... were as powerful and as
satisfying as the dozen or so you just gave me.
My wife stopped talking and began to suck me again. It took
her several minutes before she had me hard. "Mmmmmmmmmm... I
love your beautiful cock."
She turned her back to me, snuggled up in spoon position,
looked over her shoulder and whispered, "Please fuck your big,
gorgeous cock back into me again. I want it there all night."
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Saturday Evening - A Married Pussy Party
I woke up the next morning around 11 AM. I would have slept
even longer except for my wife sliding her vagina up and down my
hard cock. She had sucked me in my sleep until I was hard. Then
she straddled my hips, aligned my cock with her opening and
slowly slipped me into her hot hole.
I'm not sure how long it took me to awaken, but I doubt that it
could have been very long. The feel of Paula's hot, buttery,
slick pussy squeezing my prick as it slowly slid up and down its
length was enough to wake the dead.
"Good morning, Lover. You like my wake up call?"
"Love it," I gasped as I began to thrust up into her hot
channel.
"Please don't, Honey. Let me just slowly slide my pussy up and
down on your hard cock. If you start fucking me, I'll get so
hot, I won't be able to talk to you. And I need to tell you
about the party at the Drake's today."
It took all my will power, but I kept my hips still as my wife
slid my cock in and out of her deliciously hot hole. "I thought
you had already told me about the party today? Three or four
couples, probably some sex, dinner, and we spend the night. By
the way, we need to check out of this room by 1 PM."
Paula leaned over and dangled her big tits in my face as her
hips continued to pump her cunt up and down my shaft. "That's
sort of right, but not completely. I didn't tell you every
thing. I'm sorry. I should have but I really wanted us to go to
the party, and I was nervous that you would decline if I told you
all about Len and Vicky's plans."
My cock was getting even harder. "Go on," I said, struggling
to keep my hips still.
"Three or four couples is probably about right, but Vicky told
me that they will be inviting 6 to 8 single men who will arrive
around 8 PM. And 'probably some sex' is just a lie I told you.
There's going to be a lot of sex, probably all night long."
"Why did you think that would make me decline the Drake's
invitation?"
"Because it's the women who are going to be getting all that
sex with the single men. The husbands won't get nearly as much."
I laughed. "Honey, that's the way it always is at these
parties."
"I know, but this will be different. Vicky told me that the
party is being called a 'Hot Married Pussy Party'. The women
aren't going to be permitted to say 'no'."
"All the women have to have sex whenever a man asks them?"
"That's the way Vicky explained it to me."
"Well, that's not going to be something I would object to," I
said grinning.
"Even if all the single men are young, handsome, black men with
huge cocks?"
"How do you know they'll be young, hung, black guys?"
"Vicky told me when she called. "
"I can see why you wanted to go so badly. You do want to do
it, don't you?"
Paula closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'm not going to
lie to you anymore about this. I've been fantasizing about this
party for last few weeks. I get hot and wet every time I think
about it."
"I think it'll be fun. The husbands aren't going to be
forbidden to have sex are they?"
"Of course not, but you'll have to complete with all those
black studs, and you know all the women are going to want to
enjoy them to the fullest since only Vicky has had them before.
I'm sorry, but you know that women like new, young cock just like
men like new, young cunt."
"Ok. I understand. Can I fuck you now?"
"No. Save it for the party. You're going to need your
stamina. And there's one more thing I need to tell you."
"Yes."
"Well, it's embarrassing."
"So? I know you're going to tell me. What is this
embarrassing thing you have to tell me?"
"Vicky told me that she and Len know all the black men they're
inviting, and they're all wonderful, considerate, and sexy men,
in addition to being handsome, young, and hung. She also told me
that all of them like anal sex as much or more than regular sex."
"Why is that embarrassing? We've both known that black guys
often like anal sex, particularly with white, married women."
"Because Vicky told me that I need to thoroughly clean my colon
before the party because the men will want the women to do
ass-to-mouth cock sucking. She also told me to be certain to
thoroughly lube the first 10 or 11 inches of my colon. I'm going
to need your help to do that before we check out of the room."
"I can understand why you would be embarrassed to ask your
husband to do that. But, I will. You knew that before you
asked."
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The three couples that Len and Vicky had invited had all
arrived shortly before 4 PM. At five minutes after the hour, we
were all relaxing in the Drake's spacious den enjoying either a
beer, coffee, a soft drink, or a cocktail. Except for Vicky, all
the women were nicely, but conservatively, dressed. Vicky, on
the other hand, was wearing a skin-tight pair of shorts cut high
on her ass, a very brief halter that had almost no chance to
contain her 34C tits, and a pair of "fuck-me" four-inch heels.
The fact that the tight, white shorts prominently displayed her
sexy camel toe was not lost on any of the men.
"Ok," said Vicky. "Everyone is here so let's first learn each
other's names. Since Len and I are the only ones who have met
all of you, I handle the introductions. As you all know, I'm
Vicky Drake and this is my husband Len. This gorgeous brunette
with the to-die-for body is Connie Woodward and the guy with the
beer sitting beside her is her husband Zane. Everyone got that?
Connie and Zane Woodward."
"The hot-looking blonde with the tiny waist and sexy ass
sitting on the couch beside my husband is Louise Shipman. Her
husband, Mitchel, is sitting across from me in the lounge chair
checking out my legs. So it's Louise and Mitchel Shipman."
"Finally, the big-titted blonde with the 36DD cannons on her
chest that are all hers is Paula Baxter. Her husband Gordon is
sitting beside her. Paula and Gordon Baxter. Everyone have the
names straight?"
"Great! Now that we've all been introduced, I want all the
women to go to their bedrooms and change into something hot and
sexy. The bedrooms are all straight down the hallway and then to
your right. You'll know which bedroom is yours by the sign taped
to the door. I want everyone back here in the den in 10 minutes.
And I expect each of you to wear something that gets all these
guys hard." Needless to say, all four of the men loved Vicky's
instructions to our wives.
In less than eight minutes, all the women were back in the den
with us. Connie was now wearing high-heeled sandals and a dress
that exposed half of her tits. The dress came to mid-thigh, and
her legs were bare. Vicky had not exaggerated how hot the
brunette's body was. Just looking at her sexy ass got me hard.
Louise now had on a mini-skirt and nude pantyhose. Above the
short skirt she wore a semi-transparent blouse with no bra. Both
of her tits were on display as were her nipples and their
areolas. The black pumps she wore had 3-inch stiletto heels.
Paula looked positively whorish. She wore a micro-mini dress
that didn't completely cover her ass, which appeared to be naked
under the skirt until she sat down. The dress pulled upward, and
we could all see the thong between her thighs. The top of her
dress plunged down... down... down until it finally came together
just at below her big tits. Their entire inner slopes were on
display. The bodice of the dress did manage to cover her
nipples, but just barely. A simple flick of a male hand would
easily expose them. Her platform shoes were transparent plastic
with 5-inch heels.
"Now that's much better!" Vicky smiled. "You girls don't look
like you're attending a church social any longer. In just a
moment, we're going to play some sexy games to break the ice, so
to speak, but first, I need to know if all of you have told your
husbands about the party tonight, and I need to hear from the
husbands that they're ok with the arrangements. I don't want any
awful scenes from a jealous, angry husband to spoil everyone's
fun."
At this point, I interrupted. "Vicky, sometimes Paula omits
some details either because she forgets them or because the
details are inconvenient or embarrassing. Just to be certain, I
would like for you to quickly go over the plan and the details
for me."
"I'd be happy to, Gordon. And I suspect that Paula isn't the
only wife in the room who may have, inadvertently of course,
omitted certain aspects of the party tonight."
I glanced around the room as saw both Connie and Louise look
down at the floor. I was sure that they hadn't told Zane and
Mitchel every thing either. Vicky quickly summarized the nature
of the party and the rules:
"First: this isn't going to be just another swinging party.
Instead, it's a 'Hot Married Pussy' party. The purpose of this
hot married pussy party is to provide some really great single
men we know and the husbands with a lot of available married
pussy they can enjoy all night long if they wish. No single
women are permitted."
Zane looked uncomfortable, but Vicky continued. "Second, the
single men will begin arriving around 8 PM. We've invited 8 and
all 8 will be here. I checked this morning. Counting the four
husbands, there will be 12 men at the party and four married
women."
Now Mitchel spoke up. "Eight single men? I'm not certain that
Louise can handle that."
As I expected, Louise replied with steel in her voice.
"Mitchel, don't bet your retirement account on that."
Vicky ignored their comments. "Third, all the single men we've
invited are between 22 to 28 years old, handsome, excellent
bodies and physiques, and, of course, wonderfully endowed where
it counts the most for a woman. They are also all black and each
of them has provided Len and I with a medical report dated two
days ago that they have no STD of any kind. I've personally had
sex with all of them several times, and I can tell you they are
great!"
Now both Zane and Mitchel appeared even more concerned but were
gamely hanging in there. "Fourth," Vicky said as she continued.
"Each of the women have an assigned bedroom. Their husbands will
not be sleeping with them tonight. They can go in, watch, and if
they wish, have sex with the women. But all twelve men will be
on their own to find a place to sleep. For the husbands, that
place cannot be in the bedroom with their wife."
"Anything else?" Mitchel asked.
"Yes... There are three additional rules. All the bedroom
doors stay open at all times. No sex behind closed doors.
Also... no condoms allowed." Vicky grinned adding, "The loads go
into the women like they're supposed to." Zane looked like a
deer in the headlights. Vicky reassured him, "No worry, Zane,
everyone is clean. A little sperm never hurt anybody, unless of
course... I assume you ladies have taken proper precautions. If
not...." There was some nervous chuckling in the room.
"Finally, the women are not permitted to use the word 'no' at
any time. Each woman and her husband have to remember that this
is a 'Hot Married Pussy' party."
"And there's one final item that will come as news to the wives
as I didn't tell them. All the men, husbands included, will be
provided with a felt-tipped pen containing non-water soluble ink.
Tomorrow, we have an organic solvent that will remove the ink,
but for tonight, the ink, once applied, stays on. Whenever a man
fucks a woman, he will print his name on the woman's ass if he
cums in her ass, on her mound, thighs, or belly if he shoots
inside her pussy, and on her tits if he shoots in her mouth or
creams her face or body. When a man fucks a woman for a second
or third or whatever time, he simply puts an X beside his name
for each time he cums in her. If it's in a new place, he writes
his name again in the appropriate location with no X. Tomorrow,
we'll have all the women strip naked and the men will count up
the totals... high total wins the door prize."
"Any questions?" she beamed.
No one spoke so Vicky said, "Ok. Now I need to hear from each
of you about the party. If anyone is hesitant to participate,
now is the time to speak. I had us meet at 4 PM, four hours in
advance of the party, so I would have time to call up a
substitute couple if anyone leaves. I might say, we picked each
of you because we've been to parties with all of you and found
you to be sensuous, sexy, and considerate people whom we really
liked. But we realize that this party is... a little different,
so don't be shy."
She looked at Connie and said, "Well?"
"Zane is a little nervous. He'll have to decide from himself.
I've told him we'll leave if he wishes. For my part, I fucking
can hardly wait! I think it's the most erotic, sexy thing I've
ever heard of."
"Zane?" Vicky questioned.
"Well, I am nervous about Connie being hurt by so many men, but
I'm hard right now just thinking about the party."
Vicky smiled gently and said softly, "Zane, it doesn't hurt a
woman to be fucked. Connie may not have told you, but all the
women have already thoroughly lubricated their vaginas and asses.
Connie's not going to be hurt. She's just going to have between
30 to 60 orgasms."
Vicky looked over at Louise and Mitchel. "Well, how about the
two of you?"
Louise only comment was, "I'm about to cum just listening to
you describe the party."
Mitchel said he was fine with it all and was looking forward to
fucking both Connie and Paula.
Then it was our turn. "Paula? How do you feel about this?"
My wife was sitting on the couch. Her answer was to raise both
legs and spread them wide. Only the small thong covered her
cunt. She reached down and pulled it aside. "You guys see how
wet my cunt is? I'm not sure I can wait until 8 PM." When she
lowered her legs and crossed them shutting off the erotic view,
there were at least three hard cocks in the room.
"Gordon?" Vicky asked looking at me.
"Vicky, do you remember the party you and Len attended in El
Paso a few years ago with Paula and I? Well, I was the only man
at that party who didn't get to fuck you. There were about 15 to
18 men there and they all screwed you at least once... every
single one of them except me. I know your husband banged Paula
at least twice, maybe more. There's no way I'm leaving here
until I've fucked you several times."
Everyone laughed and Vicky grinned like the cat who had just
eaten the canary. "I've been having the same thoughts for the
last two weeks, Gordon."
"Well, that takes care of the formalities," concluded our
hostess. "We'll have a catered dinner around 5:30 PM. In the
meantime, I want us to all play a very sexy game. The purpose is
to remove any and all inhibitions that anyone may feel. Parties
like this are best when everyone is totally comfortable and
uninhibited."
We all nodded, and Len laid out two piles of cards on the
coffee table. Vicky explained the rules.
"The rules are very simple", began Vicky. "We take turns
asking anyone very personal, perhaps embarrassing, questions.
The men ask the women; the women ask the men. Each man has to
ask a question of each woman before he can ask a woman a second
question. Questions may not be directed toward the spouses. If
anyone refuses to answer or if the spouse informs us that the
answer is a lie, the offending party ha to draw a forfeit card
from the appropriate pile on the table. One pile is for the men;
the other is for the women. Now, the important thing for
everyone to understand is this, the nature of these cards are
such that you absolutely, positively, do not want to have to draw
one. I can assure you that you will regret fibbing. So... tell
the truth! Any questions?"
Again I spoke up. "Vicky, why don't you draw a couple of cards
from each pile and read them to us so we will understand just how
much we don't want to have to draw one."
"Good idea. I'll draw two from each pile, read them, and then
mix them back into the pile."
Vicky drew the first card from the 'male' pile. "Describe in
detail the last time you were attempting to fuck a woman but were
unable to get an erection. Tell everyone why you were such a
wimp and how often it happens."
"My god!" Zane gasped. Mitchel actually turned pale at the
thought.
Vicky drew a second card from the 'male' pile. "Stand on the
coffee table, drop your pants and shorts, and masturbate to
orgasm in front of everyone until you ejaculate. Then lick up
the mess you've made."
I couldn't restrain myself at that one. "Are you making that
up or is that actually on the card?" Vicky showed me the card
and it said exactly what she had read. She then mixed up the two
cards in the 'male' pile, and drew two cards from the 'female'
pile.
"Remove your shorts or pull up your skirt/dress and then remove
your panties if you're wearing any. Kneel on the coffee table
with your head on the table, your ass up high. Pull your ass
open with your hands and invite one of the men, not your husband,
to fuck your ass with a dildo until you achieve orgasm. You may
beg the man for permission to masturbate your clitoris as he uses
the dildo in your ass."
Every woman's mouth was hanging open at the thought of having
to do that. Vicky read the second card. "Open the phone
directory, pick a random number, and call that number. If a
woman answers, hang up and try another number. When a man
answers, tell him that your husband hasn't fucked you in three
weeks and you're so tired of having to fuck your cunt with a
vibrator that you're going crazy. Say, "I'm too embarrassed to
call a man I know, so I'm calling random men hoping to find one
who will fuck me. Would you be willing to fuck me or at least do
phone sex with me."
Vicky mixed up the two cards, and said, "I assume we'll all be
telling the truth." No one disagreed.
"As host," Len said, "I'll ask the first question and then
we'll go around the room clockwise."
"Paula. How many men have you already fucked since arriving in
Ft. Worth? Who were they and where did you fuck them?
I could see my wife grimace. I knew she was wondering how much
I knew. The thought of having to draw one of those awful cards
was agonizing. Finally she shrugged and told the truth. "We
arrived Thursday night. Since then, six different men have
fucked me, seven if you count Gordon. The first was an 18 year
boy we picked up at the Cock of the Walk. He came back to our
room in the Marriott and screwed me several times. The second
was the date Vicky arranged for me with Marcel. He met me at
Victoria's Secret, helped me select some hot outfits, and then
took me to the Best Western motel where he screwed me four times
over three hours."
Paula looked at me when she announced this to the room. Her
eyes pleaded with me to understand. I smiled to let her know
that I didn't have a problem.
Feeling much better, she continued. "On Friday night, we went
back to the Cock of the Walk and I let a man take me out to his
van in the parking lot where he fucked me one time. Just before
we left for the evening, I let one of the bartenders take me back
to the staff room where he screwed me twice. After he left, the
other bartender came in and had me one time. After he was
finished, the manager was waiting for his turn to fuck me. He
screwed me once and shot his load into my cunt."
I nodded that this was the truth. Connie was next. "Mitchel,
how many women have you fucked without telling Louise about them?
Give names, dates, and how often you had sex with them."
"Just one," he answered immediately. "It was my secretary. I
was balling her two or three times a week for six months before
she quit. After she left, I told Louise about her, and she was
furious. I had to sleep on the couch for three weeks with no
sex. In addition, during those three weeks, she fucked three
different men. All three times, she would come home around 2 AM,
come into the den where I was sleeping on the couch, and show me
her cum-filled cunt. It was sheer torture."
Louise nodded confirming the truth of her husband's response.
It was Mitchel's turn. He asked Vicky how many different men
had fucked her and what was her worst experience.
"Len kept a log for awhile. When the number exceeded 100, he
quit keeping the log. My guess is that 150 to 200 different
cocks have fucked me. My worst experience... easy. Going to a
sex party in El Paso with 18 men present, getting screwed by 17
of them, but not by the one man who turned me on the most,
Gordon. As soon as I saw him, I was dying to have him fuck me.
I've waited for three years. Tonight, I'll castrate him if he
doesn't fuck me."
We all looked at Louise who smiled and addressed me. "Gordon,
would you like to fuck me? If so, where? Mouth? Ass? Pussy?
How big is your cock? What if I asked you to stay with me all
night and not give Vicky any of your cock?" Vicky stared daggers
at the blonde.
"I would love to slide my 8-inch cock into your cunt, Louise.
My second choice would be your luscious mouth. Personally, I'm
not much of a fan of anal sex. I've done it, but I far prefer a
woman's vagina or mouth. I'm sorry, but I've just got to have
Vicky tonight. I've felt terrible about that party in El Paso
for a long time."
Both Connie and Louise were sliding their tongue over their
lips. I heard Connie say, "Eight inches? Wow!" Vicky nodded
and said, "And he's telling the truth too."
Paula's question was directed to Len. "Len, when we were in El
Paso, you fucked me two or three times, but never in my ass.
Don't you like my ass? Are you planning on fucking me in the ass
tonight?"
Len considered my wife's question and replied, "I'm not sure.
I need to check out your ass before I can answer truthfully.
Stand up, remove your tits, pull down your thong, and then get on
the couch with your ass up so I can inspect it."
"Doesn't he have to answer my question?" Paula asked the
group.
"He does," Vicky replied, "but he can order you to do whatever
he wants before he answers. Remember all of you, the women are
not allowed to say 'no'. Show my husband your sexy ass, Paula."
My wife stood up, pulled down the top of her dress baring her
36DD tits. Reaching under the short dress, she pulled off her
thong and then assumed the position demanded by Len with her ass
up and fully exposed. Len moved close and stared at Paula�s
asshole. "Pull your cheeks open, Paula. I need to see your
asshole better."
Reaching back, my wife spread herself and Len took his time
checking her out. Finally, he said, "All things considered, I've
decided to fuck you in the ass, Paula."
Finally, it was my turn. I had already decided what I was
going to ask several questions before. "Louise, Mitchel told us
about how you made him sleep on the couch with no sex for three
weeks after he told you about screwing his secretary. He also
told us that during those three weeks, you had gone out and let
three different men fuck you. Then you came home and showed him
your cum-filled pussy. My question is very simple. How many
different men actually fucked you during those three weeks and on
how many different occasions did each of them get into you?"
Mitchel's head snapped toward his wife awaiting her answer. He
clearly had never considered the possibility that Louise had lied
about her behavior during those three weeks.
Louise was distraught. She stared at the stack of ominous
female forfeit cards thinking about what awful thing the top card
would make her do. "Louise," I added. "Tell the truth. I'm
going to know if you're lying and so will the other women."
In a barely audible whisper, Louise said, "Sixteen different
men fucked me a total of 25 times during the three weeks my
husband was sleeping on the couch." Mitchel was stunned.
Louise continued, "At first, I just planned to let Paul Larsen
fuck me. Paul works in the same firm as Mitchel and he had been
hitting on me for a year without success. I knew he wanted to
fuck me, so as a purely revenge fuck, I called him and asked if
he was still interested. Of course he was."
"The first night of the three weeks, I met him at the Hilton
Inn. He asked if I would like some dinner or a drink. I said,
'No. Let's go to the room and fuck.' That night was a
revelation for me. Paul was awesome. He screwed me five times
over four hours. He gave it to me missionary, doggy, sidesaddle,
with me on top, in my pussy and in my ass. I lost count of the
number or orgasms I had. He also ate me three different times
during the evening, each time giving intense screaming orgasms.
I had never before realized how much fun fucking other men could
be."
"The next night, Paul fucked me again at the Hilton Inn.
Before I left that night, I had four more of his loads in my
cunt. That was the first time that I woke Mitchel up and made
him look at my cum-filled pussy."
"Paul left for a week's trip on Saturday. I was wild to do it
again, so I went to a club and let a man pick me up. He took me
out to his car and fucked me in the back seat. I had only cum
once with him and was still boiling hot. So I went back into the
club, sat at the bar with my dress up high on my thighs. It
didn't take long before another man picked me up. He took me to
a motel and screwed me several times."
"The next evening, I went to a dance club alone and before that
evening ended, I had been fucked by three different men. When
Paul came back, he had me four more times and before the three
weeks ended, ten more men had gotten into me. Two of the ten
were men who worked in the same office where I was working at the
time. They each had me three times during those three weeks.
Louise fell silent and looked at her husband wondering if he
was going to whip her with his belt. Vicky put her mind at rest.
"Stop worrying, Louise. Look at your husband's crotch. Your
story has him rock hard. He's not going to beat you; he's gonna
fuck your slutty ass off, Sweetie."
We continued to play the game until nearly 5:30 PM when Vicky
called a halt. I thought her idea was amazing. There wasn't a
single inhibition left among the group by the time we finished.
--------------------------
The caterer brought the dinner promptly at 5:30 PM, and Connie,
Louise, and Vicky worked together to set the table for dinner.
"Where's Paula?" Connie wanted to know. "We're doing all the
work."
"She would have helped you, but she's not permitted to say
'no'," I answered wryly.
All three women looked at me. "Say no to what?" Louise asked.
"To Len. He's got my wife in her bedroom right now. I'm
pretty sure, he's fucking her ass."
The three women forgot about the dinner and hurried to Paula's
bedroom door. Mitchel and Zane were already there watching the
action on the bed. I heard my wife groaning halfway to the
bedroom.
"OOohhhh uuunnggghhh... ggghhhaaaaa... Your cock is so fucking
big! UUGGHHH... uugghhhhhh... OOOHHH SHIT... YOU'RE STRETCHING
MEEEEEEE!!"
Mitchel and Zane were both squeezing their cocks that were hard
and jerking inside their pants. As soon as the women arrived,
they took over that job for them. Len had my wife mounted on his
cock facing us with her legs wide open. We all had a great view
of his thick shaft pumping in and out of my wife's ass, which was
indeed being thoroughly stretched open. She groaned every time
Len pumped it into her.
I moved behind Vicky, unzipped her shorts, and worked two
fingers into her hot cunt. She moaned and spread her legs wider
for me. When my fingers moved upward to capture her throbbing
clitoris, her moans turned to howls of female pleasure that mixed
with those my wife was making.
Suddenly, Paula's mouth flew wide open as she began to cum.
Len screwed her ass even harder as it contracted about his
embedded cock. When her orgasm had ebbed, he turned her over
into doggy position and began fucking my wife's asshole like a
wild stallion. His entire seven inches of cock were sinking into
my wife on every thrust. His balls banged her cunt on each
stroke.
Just as my wife was about to cum a second time, Len pulled his
cock all the way out of her ass and moved aside so we could all
see the results of his work. Her asshole gaped open in a huge
circle, and stayed open.
"Ooohhh NO! Damn you! DON'T STOP. I'M ABOUT TO CUM! PUT IT
BACK IN ME... PLEASE... OOHHH SHIT... FUCK ME... FINISH ME!!"
Len grinned and slammed his cock back into my wife's gaping
asshole. His cock sank all the way into her to his balls on the
first stroke. Paula groaned with intense female pleasure and
humped her ass back against the fucking cock. Moments later, she
was cumming. The contractions of her ass around Len's cock was
more than he could stand. We all watched his buttocks flex and
contract as he spewed his load deep inside the waiting female
rectum.
Fifteen minutes later, as the six of us were enjoying the wide
array of food, Len led my wife into the dining room. He had
permitted her to put on her micro-mini dress but nothing else
except her heels. He ordered my wife to kneel on the coffee
table and pull up her dress. When she was in position, he
announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, you might want to inspect the
first of many signatures that will grace Paula's sexy ass before
tomorrow."
We all stared at my wife's exposed ass. Len's name was written
in black ink across her left butt cheek. Right above her now
closed asshole were the words, "HOT MARRIED ASSHOLE", with an
arrow drawn across her right ass cheek pointing the way to the
hot married hole.
After dinner, it came as no surprise to find that no one was
interested in cleaning up the dishes. So, we simply piled them
all into the sink for cleaning the next day. I was busy putting
the food that would spoil in airtight containers and storing the
containers in the fridge. The sounds of women being fucked
filled the air before I was finished.
I expected to find the den filled with screwing couples, but
there was no one there. All the erotic sounds were coming from
the women's bedrooms. The first one on the left was Connie's.
Len and Mitchel had the sexy brunette kneeling in a lounge
chair. Len was behind her plunging his 7-inches of cock in and
out of her vagina. Zane's wife grunted every time the hard male
shaft sank into her depths. As Len fucked her cunt, Mitchel was
standing beside the chair feeding his hard dick into Connie's
mouth. Her cheek bulged as she took the big rod.
When Mitchel began to face fuck her and drive his cock down her
throat, she gagged a couple of times before I saw her throat
swell as the big cockhead pushed down her gullet. Once firmly
embedded in her throat, the two men fucked the doubly impaled
female fore and aft.
It didn't take long before her eyes clenched shut and I saw the
lips of her cunt beginning to throb around the cock screwing in
and out of her sex hole.
Connie's cunt was still throbbing when the two men pulled her
out of the chair onto the floor where she immediately mounted
Len's thick shaft. Her ass was facing me, and the sight of her
hot ass pumping up and down on his cock almost made me cum. She
was taking all of him every time her cunt made the journey down
his hard shaft.
When Len finally emptied his balls into Connie's snatch,
Mitchel immediately pulled her off him and put her on the bed on
her back. A moment later, he had his raging erection firmly
socked into her pussy with the big head jack hammering against
her cervix. Connie's tits were bouncing, her legs jerking in the
air as she took her second straight fucking. I continued to
watch from the doorway until Mitchel had filled her sex pit with
his load.
A few minutes later, Connie was lying on her back as her mound
received the autographs of her two lovers.
In the next bedroom, Zane had my wife spread wide open on her
bed. His body covered hers. Paula had her arms wrapped tightly
around his shoulders and her legs locked at the ankles around his
hips. Zane held her ass steady with both hands as his hips rose
and fell slowly, but steadily between her thighs. My wife
grunted each time the cock filled her cunt. At the same time,
her feet jerked backwards from the force of the cock hitting the
bottom of her vagina.
Since that used up all the men, I knew that Vicky had to be
available. It didn't take long to find her in the master
bedroom.
"You certainly took your time, Lover. Hurry. I'm on fire
waiting for you!"
Vicky was still wearing the hot, white shorts, the skimpy
halter, and "fuck-me" heels. I never took my eyes off the
brunette beauty while I removed my clothes. When I lowered my
briefs allowing my fully-erect 8-inch cock to spring free, she
licked her lips and moved her hand between her thighs where it
slowly moved back and forth.
As soon as I was on the bed, my mouth pressed against hers. At
first, I kissed her lightly. She tried to move closer to
intensify the kiss. Surprised, she opened her eyes in a silent
question.
I smiled and then leaned forward to whisper, "I'm in charge of
your fucking. Trust me... and remember, you can't say 'no'."
For a full minute, my lips lightly explored her cheeks, her
forehead, her neck, and her lips. After having kissed every
square inch of her face, my tongue touched her lips. Her chin
moved as she gave way to my demanding tongue, her mouth opening
to admit the intruder. At the same time, my right hand stroked
her shoulder and from then went lower to capture her breast.
My cock throbbed when I heard Vicky's soft moan in response to
my tongue caressing the inside of her mouth and my hand beginning
to rub and squeeze her tit through the fabric of her halter. She
was beginning to breathe harder, the air whistling through her
nose as my tongue and mouth had hers completely blocked.
The sounds of her breathing intensified when I pinched her
nipple through her material of her halter. When my other hand
moved down to press against the crotch of her shorts, her mouth
suddenly left mine and she gasped. I let her suck in two breaths
and then pulled her mouth back against mine. Her tongue slid
inside mine this time. As my hand rubbed and pressed against her
pussy, Vicky's hips began to move.
Vicky sighed deeply and her legs, which up to that point had
been firmly together, began to slowly open giving me more freedom
to stroke her pussy. I moved between her thighs pressed her
pussy more firmly, which caused Len's wife to spread herself even
wider.
"Oh God!"
We both turned when we heard Len's voice. He was sitting in a
lounge chair by the door watching as I caressed his wife's pussy
through her shorts.
"Forget him," I whispered in Vicky's ear. "Just think about me
and what I'm doing to you."
"Aaahhh... I was about to tell you the same thing. The only
thing I could possibly think about right now is your hand
stroking my pussy and the other squeezing my tit."
I continued to caress and stroke her until soon she was lying
on the bed with her legs wide open, and my entire hand between
her thighs rubbing with greater intensity. Her shorts were
becoming soaked with her cuntal secretions. I pressed more
firmly and the material sank into her wet slit. Vicky was now
panting.
Working simultaneously on her breast and her pussy, I licked
her earlobe, then bit it lightly... then harder bringing a
passionate groan from her lips. "You're getting hot, Vicky, very
hot. I can feel the juices bubbling out of your cunt. I hope
your husband enjoys seeing his wife being totally ravished,
because I'm not going to make love to you... and I'm not going to
fuck you. I'm going to ravish all your sex holes!"
At hearing this, Vicky's body began to shake violently. Her
breathing turned to labored gasps. I returned my lips to her
mouth and kissed her much harder this time. As my lips devoured
hers, my hand slid underneath her halter where it stroked and
caressed the large, naked globe and its hard, erect nipple. I
knew Len had to be watching the material of his wife's halter
moving as my hand explored her flesh beneath.
Taking full advantage of Vicky's wide open legs, I moved my
hand up and down the expanse of her exposed thighs, slowly rising
higher and higher, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Her
hips began to hunch on the bed. Finally, she was begging.
"Hurry... oh please, hurry. I'm so hot. I can feel myself
squirting already and you haven't even touched my pussy. Aaahhh
aahhh... aaahhhh!!"
When my hand finally reached the junction of her thighs and
pressed into her cuntal slit, Vicky gasped and began to moan.
Reaching behind her, I quickly unzipped her tight shorts to allow
my hands to explore beneath them.
Glancing over at the chair, I saw that Len now had his cock
out. It was fully erect, and he was slowly jacking off as he
watched. When his wife gasped, he leaned forward and saw my hand
disappearing from sight under his wife's shorts.
"MMmmmm... you're wet. Soaked." I rubbed at the top of slit
and felt her clitoris throb. More of her juices ran out onto my
hand. I kissed the moaning woman again. This time her mouth
just flew open to allow my tongue total access. At the same
time, her hips were thrusting up and down... silently begging my
fingers to penetrate her hot, needy core.
I reached for the strap of her halter. Vicky bent her arm
allowing me to pull it off her shoulder, down her arm, and off.
The other strap quickly followed the first. I pushed the
material of the halter down, and both of her tits came into view.
I heard Len moan.
Cupping both of her mounds, my mouth descended on them and
sucked her nipple inside. When I bit it lightly, she groaned. I
bit harder and felt her cunt contract. The look of intense
excitement in Vicky's eyes was almost enough to make me cum.
For several minutes, I sucked and nibbled at her nipples, first
one, then the other. When I had them inside my mouth, I applied
intense suction causing the nipple to swell and throb. She was
now holding her owns tits up to my mouth begging me to hurt her
nipples, to bite them harder. At the same time, my hand was
moving more and more rapidly beneath Vicky's shorts.
"Ger rid of the halter," I ordered.
Len's wife obeyed instantly leaving her naked from the waist
up. "Push your tit into my mouth." A moment later, she had it
shoved into my mouth and her hand held my head firmly against her
heaving breast.
"AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH," came her staccato moans of passion.
Her hips thrust with every "AH". She was about to cum.
I pulled back and watched her body heaving and thrusting on the
bed. "Ooohhh nooooo... please... don't stop. Let me cum. I
NEED TO CUM!"
"I told you that I'm in charge of your body. You will cum when
I decide it's time for you to cum."
"AAAHHH! AAAHH! AAAHH! Damn you! You Bastard! Please...
oh PLEASE!"
"Lift up!"
Vicky didn't hesitate a second. Pressing her feet into the
bed, she arched her ass off the bed, as I quickly pulled her
shorts down her shapely legs and over her heels. I tossed them
to Len and said, "Smell the crotch. It's pure essence of cunt!"
I returned my hand and mouth to her pussy and tits. Only her
bikini panties and heels kept the luscious brunette from being
naked. My fingers worked the flimsy material of her panties in
and out of her slit. In one easy motion, my fingers slid
underneath her panties. A moment later, I had two fingers inside
her pussy.
Vicky's loud gasp of pleasure echoed around the room. I saw
her husband's cock jerk upright at the sound. His wife arched
her body to provide greater access for my probing, thrusting
fingers. Once more, she was surging toward an intense climax. I
pulled out of her pussy before she could explode and resumed
sucking her tits and kissing her. Again, Vicky begged me to
allow her to cum.
She began to howl and shriek like she was being tortured on the
rack. Zane had apparently finished fucking my wife because he
and Louise were now standing in the doorway watching me work on
Len's wife. I noticed that Louise's hips were thrusting back and
forth. Obviously, Zane was finger fucking her.
"Time to get rid of your panties, Vicky. Raise your ass!"
It was up in the air in a flash, allowing me to slide the
soaking wet garment down her legs and off. I kissed her again,
squeezed both tits, and let my finger slowly work over her pussy
lips and then her clitoris. Vicky slammed her hips up and down
on the bed in a frantic effort to cum.
"Feels marvelous, doesn't it? Your hot fuck hole wants to cum,
doesn't it? Your husband is watching. Tell him to beg me to let
you cum."
She practically screamed, "PLEASE, LEN... PLEASE MAKE HIM LET
ME CUMMMMMMMMMM... OH, OH, OH, OOOOOHHHHHHH GODD.... PLEASE!!!"
Vicky was alternating between flicking her top lip with her
tongue and biting her lip with uncontrolled passion.
Len watched as I sank my fingers into his wife's pussy while my
mouth bit and sucked her near bursting nipples. It only took 15
seconds for me to work the thrashing woman up to the point of
orgasm. Again I stopped, leaving her hanging on the very edge.
She wailed and begged.
Vicky was breathing hard and heavy as I moved downward, kissed
her pussy, and squeezed both tits. I let the tip of my tongue
flick hard, one time, against her engorged clitoris. The effect
was magic. Her entire cunt contracted and immediately gaped open
as if begging to be entered and fucked. When her clit stopped
throbbing and returned to a gently pulsing, I let my tongue slide
all the way along the length of her slit, flicking against the
lips, probing ever so slightly inside her opening. Her hips
thrust upward, frantically trying to get more of my tongue into
her throbbing hole.
Finally, with a feather light touch, I circled my tongue around
and around Vicky's clitoris. When she was wailing, I let it
slide over the sensitive tip twice.
"Oh God! Please do that again! Please don't stop... please...
please... PLEASE!!"
"Jezzz... Don't Waste It!" I heard Louise yell from somewhere
behind me. Turning, I saw that she had just noticed Len's
iron-hard cock standing at rigid attention, throbbing, precum
glistening all over the tip and shaft as he jacked off, watching
and listening as his slut wife begged for my cock. In a flash,
she was straddling him in reverse position so they could both
watch me with Vicky. "OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Louise gasped as
Len's rigid pole slid up her hot cunt.
I turned back to the moaning woman grinding her hips as I
finger fucked her and pressed my mouth against her juicing pussy.
Once more, I let my tongue slide up the length of her clit, this
time more firmly and slightly faster. The small cock between her
cunt lips jerked and danced outside its protective hood.
"UUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnn," Len's wife moaned salaciously
as her belly contracted.
Moving downward, I slowly, ever so slowly and tantalizingly,
pushed my tongue inside the oozing hole of her cunt. In...
out... in... out... Vicky began to wail and sob. "God! I can't
stand it... aaaahhhhhhhhhhh.... can't stand it... aaahhhhhhh...
fuck harder... for god's sakes... harder... you're going too
slow... I can't cum... please!!"
I pushed my arms under the moaning woman's legs and lifted them
into the air. When I moved into her sex saddle, she spread as
wide as possible, pulling her legs even further back with her
hands under her knees. Her cunt gaped open, juices bubbling from
her excited, throbbing hole. Her nipples were so engorged and
swollen, they throbbed and burned.
"Tell me what you want, Vicky."
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Please. I need it. I NEED COCK IN
ME!"
"Again. Say it again."
"FUCK ME!" Vicky screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Where?"
"IN MY CUNT. IN MY ASS. EVERYWHERE! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!"
I didn't make her wait any longer. Pressing my 8-inch,
throbbing erection to the hot, wet, pulsing opening of Vicky's
cunt, I said, "Is this where you want me to put it?"
She was trembling too hard to reply. Her entire body was
shaking with female heat and intense, desperate desire. I shoved
the head into her hot hole. Immediately her hips rammed upward
to get more cock into her cunt. I assisted her in effort by
driving seven inches of thick meat into her hot hole. The
mushroom head thudded into the bottom of her hole with a full
inch of cock still left outside her opening.
'OOOHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK... I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGG...
CUMMINGGGGGGG... AAAHHH, AAAHHH, AAAHHH... UGH, UGH, UGH,
UGH!!"
"Shit! Look at her cum!", Len gasped. "He made her cum on the
first stroke! Can you fucking believe that?!!"
Len didn't know it, but he hadn't seen anything yet. I pulled
the shaft from her contracting hole, and slammed it back into her
ever harder. The head hit the bottom and pushed her womb back
allowing another half inch of cock to enter. Keeping my shaft
fully embedded deep inside her sex socket, I flexed it and ground
my pubic bone against her exploding clit. Len's wife wailed and
screamed in another orgasm.
"WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Vicky's body shuddered,
and then began to shake violently as she screamed. "I'm
cummingg... ooohhh god... I CAN'T STOP CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGG!" At
that moment, her sex juices squirted out in a huge stream.
I fucked my cock relentlessly in and out of the squirting hole,
her juices flying out, coating my cock, belly, and drenching the
bedding.
"AAAHHHHHhhhhhh... WHAT A STUD! WHAT A STUD! CUM IN ME!
SHOOT ME FULL, BABY. USE MY CUNT. COCK ME AND CUM IN ME!"
Now it was me who was groaning as I pushed hard into the
convulsing female. My buttocks clenched as my sex gun fired.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Again and again, I pumped one huge
gush of semen after another into Len's wife. Before my climax
had finally ebbed, Vicky was cumming again.
Vicky was almost unconscious, but when I kissed her, she opened
her eyes, eyes that were moist with tears. She pulled me tightly
against her body and mashed her moist mouth against mine. After
almost a minute, she pulled back enough to allow her to whisper
in my ear, "Ohh, god. That was the most wonderful, fantastic
fucking I've ever gotten. I hope to hell my husband learned
something."
"Roll over on your back, Vicky. I need to autograph your sexy
mound."
With glee, she rolled over and spread her legs in case I wanted
to sign on her thighs or over her cunt lips. I got my
felt-tipped pen and wrote, 'GORDON', right above her still erect
clit. As an after thought, I wrote, 'DEPOSIT CUM HERE' on her
thigh and drew an arrow pointing to her now widely stretched
cunt.
==============================
Vicky had set the alarm for 7:30 PM to warn all the men that
they had to stop fucking the women to give them time to get ready
for the other invited guests. Vicky got Paula, Connie, and
Louise in the den and reminded them of the rules for dress.
"I know I went over this with all of you over the phone when I
called and invited you to the party, but it hasn't been mentioned
since... I want to be certain that all of you know the rules that
apply to me as well as to you."
"First, I assume all of you have thoroughly cleaned and lubed
yourselves as I instructed." She looked at each woman, and each
one nodded.
"Second: No bras. Absolutely no bras, at least none that
cover your tits! Your tits must be on display or invite
exposure."
"Third: Makeup is required! Lip gloss, mascara, eyeliner,
rouge, eyelashes down. Do not put rouge on your nipples. It
doesn't taste very good."
"Fourth: No panties. NONE! Your skirt or dress can cover
your pussy and should, but underneath, your pussies must be naked
and ready."
"Fifth: No less than four-inch, hot, fuck-me heels. If you
have 5-inch heels, wear them."
"Sixth: The skirt r dress must not come more than two inches
below your ass." You can wear stockings if you wish. Any
questions?"
There were none. "Ok, Girls... or maybe I should say...
Sluts," she laughed. "You've got 30 minutes to get ready, not
more. And remember... until the party ends tomorrow, you're all
'Hot Married Pussies' and can't say 'no'."
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The eight single, black men began arriving at 8 PM promptly.
By 8:05, all eight were assembled in the living room. The four
husbands came in and we all introduced ourselves. The eight
single men ranged in age from 22 to 30; they were all handsome as
well as masculine and virile in appearance. All were well
dressed and clearly affluent. Since Len was the host, he did most
of the talking and explanations.
"As Vicky has explained to all of you, this is not the usual
swinging party; it's a 'Hot Married Pussy' party. There are no
single women present. We have four beautiful ladies to provide
the hot married pussy whenever you want it until the party ends
promptly at 1 or 2 PM tomorrow afternoon. Each of you is welcome
to spend the night here if you wish."
"All twelve of us will be circulating, but only the women have
assigned sleeping quarters. Where you spend the night is up to
each of you."
"The only rules are One: Don't hurt the women. If you do, you
will be asked to leave and will never be invited back. They are
not allowed to say 'no', but they can tell you if you're hurting
them. Be certain that you don't."
"The only other rules are you're not permitted to use condoms.
If that's not acceptable, you can leave without prejudice. And
finally, each of you should pick up one of the felt-tipped pens
on the table. When any of us use one of the married pussies'
holes, we sign our name when we're finished. If you cum in her
cunt, sign on her thighs, mound, or belly. If you unload in her
ass, sign on her hips and ass, and if you use her mouth or cream
her tits and face, sign on her tits. If you use the same hole a
second time, just make an X by your first signature. Any
questions?" There were none and I was not in the least surprised
that none of the men elected to leave.
"Ok. The women are waiting for us in the den. Shall we join
them?"
A moment later, the 12 of us entered the den where Connie,
Louise, Paula, and Vicky were waiting. Again, Len made the
introductions.
"Gentlemen, this gorgeous blonde with the huge tits, black
corset, thigh-high stockings and heels is Louise. She's
Mitchel's wife and our married pussy. As you can see, she seems
to have forgotten to put on her bra and panties."
"The sexy, big-titted brunette wearing the transparent, purple
body stocking, thigh-high white, fishnet stockings, and white
boots with 5-inch fuck-me heels is Connie. She's Zane's wife and
our hot married pussy, and, as you can all see, she also seems to
have forgotten to put on her panties."
"The blonde sitting on the desk with her legs wide open and her
monster 36DD tits sticking out of her half-opened blouse is
Paula. She's Gordon's wife and a very hot married pussy. I'm
pleased that at least Paula has remembered to put on her panties,
but as you can see, she's failed to adjust the crotch band so
that her married pussy is covered."
"Finally, the brunette with the black, transparent body
stocking with her 38D tits somewhat exposed, black thigh-high
stockings, and 5-inch black whore heels is my wife, Vicky. She's
also your hostess for the party and wet, hot married pussy. As
you can see, she has modestly covered that married pussy so one
of you will have to do some work to get it uncovered."
"Well, Gentlemen, there are four hot married pussies available.
I'm sure none of you need any further instructions."
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After waiting for 15 minutes in the living room, I wandered
down the hallway past the two bedrooms where Connie and Louise
were being pleasured. Doug and Louis had Connie nearly naked.
Doug had his head between the brunette's thighs working on her
throbbing clitoris while Louis was sinking his cock in and out of
her mouth. In the next bedroom, Blaine and Jerome were already
fucking Louise. She was on her back with Jerome mounted on her
thrashing body. Blaine was squeezing and sucking her tits and
nipples. Even from the doorway, I could see how swollen he
already had the blonde's nipples. She was groaning under the
double assault at the same time as her hips were thrusting upward
to receive Jerome's large shaft. I wanted to stay and watch, but
I was even more interested in seeing what was happening to my
wife.
Stan and Rhett had Paula on her bed. Her flimsy white blouse
had already been removed baring both of her 36DD tits. Stan was
now sliding his hand up and down her pussy over her tiny black
panties. She had her legs closed tightly around his probing hand
preventing him from doing much. Rhett was rubbing his cock over
her lips, but they remained closed preventing his entry. It
looked like the two men were attempting to rape my wife. But I
had seen my wife behave in a similar fashion many times, and knew
that rape was far from the truth.
Paula knew well that men enjoyed the pleasure of seducing
women, taking them when they thought they didn't want to be
taken. By putting up some resistance, she was ensuring that her
lovers would derive the maximum pleasure from their time with
her. I just wondered how much resistance she would be capable of
putting up considering how really excited she already was. As it
turned out, she managed to put up more than I would have
imagined.
Stan was keeping up a determined effort to force my wife's legs
open by pressing his hand hard against her pussy as he worked it
back and forth to the extent that her tightly closed thighs would
permit. After a few minutes, I saw Paula's legs open just a
fraction so that he could move his hand slightly more. At the
same time, her lips parted but not nearly enough to allow Rhett
to sink his 9-inch black cock into her mouth.
Being unable to persuade Paula to spread her legs sufficiently,
Stan tried another approach. Pulling his hand from between her
closed legs, he moved to her knee, applied pressure, and, with
the added leverage provided by her legs, succeeded in spreading
her about six inches. Reaching across, he pushed her other leg
an equal distance so that a foot now separated her knees. It was
enough.
Of course, if my wife had really been intent on resisting, she
could have just closed her legs when Stan moved his hand away,
but that apparently wasn't in my wife's game plan. With her
legs slightly open, Stan's hand now found her pussy easily and
began to stroke up and down her slit through the crotch band of
her tight, black panties. He kept working his fingers up and
down her sensitive slit while at the same time Rhett found a
simple way to force my wife's mouth to open. He pinched her nose
shut so that she had to open her mouth to obtain air. As soon as
her lips opened, the 9-inch black prick moved inside.
At this point, I had a raging erection, which I was squeezing
through the material of my pants. Stan looked over and saw me
doing it. He smiled knowing that it wouldn't be long before I
had to take it out and jack it for real. Turning back to Paula,
I heard him say, "Lift your ass, Paula, so I can take off your
panties. Remember, you can't say 'No'."
I shifted my eyes to my wife's hips just as she raised her ass
off the bed. In a second, Stan had pulled her panties over her
ass, down her thighs, and off. He tossed her now useless panties
to me. "Smell her hot cunt, Gordon, while you jack off."
Rhett now had five inches of cock buried in Paula's mouth,
which was stretched incredibly wide to allow it to sink right up
to the entry to her throat. My wife's hips suddenly began to
hump on the bed. Glancing down, I saw Stan's fingers plunging
into her pussy. With each entry, her body shivered with pleasure
and excitement. When Stan extended his thumb up to her engorged
clit, Paula grunted and moaned around the black cylinder of cock
meat sunk into her mouth. It was obvious that she was about to
cum.
Stan finger fucked in and out of my wife faster, his thumb
dancing over her pulsing clit. His fingers were sinking in all
the way to his knuckles each time they entered my wife's vagina.
Her hips hammered up and down on the mattress in wild,
uncontrolled fuck motions until she came. I saw her juices spurt
and run down her ass crack. I could even see her cunt lips
throbbing about Stan's fingers.
Rhett was thrusting his cock faster and faster in and out of my
wife's mouth. It seemed to be stretched impossibly wide to
accommodate five inches of the thick black shaft that was sunk
inside. Even with that, four more inches of very thick cock
still remained outside with Rhett trying to force more of it
inside.
Looking downward, I saw that Stan was still finger fucking
Paula's throbbing cunt with his lips firmly locked to hers.
Paula was clearly cooperating. Her arms encircled him drawing
him closer and tighter to her pussy, which was once again moving
toward a climax.
Abruptly, Stan moved closer. "Put your hand on my cock, Paula.
You know you want to feel it with your hand before you feel it
with your cunt. Do it. Now."
Not being allowed to say 'No', Paula had no choice. Slowly,
she moved her hand down over Stan's naked body to his cock where
her hand closed around his erection without any hesitation. His
girth was such that my wife was unable to get her hand all the
way around his shaft. Her cunt humped against the fingers that
were still driving in and out of her pussy while her hand moved
up and down on his cock, jacking him off. I was doing the same
thing to my cock. The big difference, of course, was that I was
having to jerk my own cock whereas my hot wife was taking care of
that task for Stan.
A few minutes later, Paula pulled her mouth off Rhett's cock
and moaned, "I'm cummmingg ... ooohhh god... you're making me
cum again... aahhh ... aahhh... aahhh... oooohhhhhh... do it to
meeeeeeee!"
She was still in the throes of her climax when Rhett said,
"Come on, Stan. Let's move her so I can get my cock all the way
into her throat."
"Ok. What position?"
"I'll lie on the bed. Let's get her up on her hands and knees
bent over me. That'll give you a clear shot at both her cunt and
her asshole."
Rhett lay down on his back on the bed. "Get up on your hands
and knees, Paula. Bend over Rhett and suck his cock. Keep your
knees spread and your ass up high." Paula scrambled to obey, and
in a few seconds was bent over Rhett sucking avidly on his thick
cock.
I watched as her mouth again closed around Rhett's cock.
Slowly, she slid her lips down his shaft until his cock pressed
to the back of her throat then started to rise again. After a
few strokes, she was again taking a full five inches of black
cock into her mouth.
As my wife sucked him, his hand remained at the back of her
head pushing her down and pulling her back with his hand wrapped
in her blonde hair. With just a little direction, Rhett had her
sucking his cock at the pace he desired, if not the depth.
As she drove her mouth up and down Rhett's thick rigid spike,
Stan's fingers pulled out of her sex trench. I heard my wife ask
him to keep doing it to her, but Stan obviously had other plans.
Paula continued to suck cock as her ass rose and wiggled in
front of Stan inviting him to fuck her. Stan moved his large
body against my wife's ass and positioned his black fuck stick to
penetrate her wet, throbbing cunt. His body lowered and pressed
her hips downward. Although my wife's thighs shielded her
opening from my view, her gasp of pleasure told me the exact
instant Stan was pushing his fat cock into her pussy. When half
of his ten inches were in, I could see Paula adjusting her hips
to better accept his entry.
As Stan began to slowly fuck my wife's cunt, Rhett was trying
to force her head further down his thick shaft. Her lips slid
down the black pole until the big head was pushing against her
throat. She started to pull her lips back up for the next
stroke, but Rhett's hands on her head prevented her from
withdrawing. Instead, he pulled her downward against his rigid
cock until half the head was forced into her throat. From my
vantage point, I saw that my wife now had five and half inches of
cock in her mouth.
Paula gagged, retched, then squealed in protest, but Rhett held
her head in place, not allowing her to pull her head off the cock
now a half inch into her throat. After a bit, he let her pull
her mouth back, allowing the broad cockhead to slip out of her
throat. She was still gagging. I was sure she was going to
throw up, but she finally managed to suppress her retching. I
was also sure that Rhett wasn't going to get his cock sucked any
more after he had done that.
I was wrong. She waited a moment while her tongue licked the
big head and her mouth thoroughly lubed up the shaft with her
saliva to the point that it was dripping off his balls. Once
fully lubed, she took his cock head back inside her mouth and let
Rhett pull her head down the length of his cock again. When the
cock cap pushed against her throat and entered, she gagged again,
but not as hard as before even though an additional full inch of
cock entered this time.
Rhett held my wife's head down on his cock with the head
throbbing inside her throat. Every ten seconds or so, she would
heave again as if about to throw up. Still he held her in place.
When her heaves began to subside, he allowed her to rise off his
cock until she was sucking only the first four inches of cock.
As Rhett's cock was slowly invading her throat, Stan's big,
ten-inch cock was hammering in and out of her stretched vagina.
He now had all but about an inch and a half up my wife's hot
cunt. She tried to urge him to fuck her harder every time it hit
the end of her sex channel, but her mouth and throat were plugged
so tightly by Rhett's big cock, all she could manage was an
unintelligible series of grunts and howls. Her ass jerked back
and forth each time the black fuck stick drove to the bottom of
her pussy.
Looking at her face, I saw that Rhett was again pulling her
head down on his cock. This time, the head slipped easily into
her throat without causing her to gag or retch. Once the first
inch was in her throat, the second inch sank in easily. My
wife's throat bulged outward as the big head sank down her
throat.
Stan forced my wife's legs wider to open her cunt completely.
The next thrust sent all ten inches of cock into her waiting
hole. Her eyes opened wide as she felt it push her womb up and
back to make room for the huge sex gun.
"I'm ready to cum, Paula," Stan said as he held his cock
embedded deep inside her churning hole. "I won't be using a
condom. Are you on the pill?"
My wife shook her head vigorously from side to side indicating
that she wasn't. "Really?" Stan asked, the surprise and pleasure
obvious in the tone of his voice. He tapped Rhett on the
shoulder. "Take your cock out of her throat so she can answer
me, Man."
Rhett smiled and pulled six and a half inches of cock from my
wife's mouth and throat. "Is it your safe period of the month?"
Stan asked.
Gasping for breath, Paula had trouble getting the words out:
"I, I ... eh... I don't... don't know. Maybe I'm safe, maybe
not."
"It doesn't matter. I'm going to fill your cunt with potent
sperm, Baby, whether you're safe or not. I was just curious. Ok,
Rhett, you can stick your big cock back into her gullet."
Rhett didn't hesitate. He pushed his cock into my wife's mouth
and then pulled her head down... down... down... until I saw her
throat swelling as the cock head sank two inches down her throat.
Once seven inches was buried in her mouth, he pushed her head up
far enough for the cock to exit her throat and yanked her head
back down the big shaft. Paula as wheezing as she struggled to
breathe through her nose.
Her throat expanded around the big cock head as another inch
entered. I could see the position of the cockhead as it made her
neck bulge out when it moved down her throat. Three more thrusts
and the ntire 9-inch cock was inside my wife's mouth. Her lips
circled the big base of the cock with his coarse pubic hair
pressed against her face.
With his cock completely buried in my wife's throat, Rhett
began fucking her mouth and throat with hard driving strokes,
which she took easily. I saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked
hard on his prick. In another moment, I could see her neck
expanding and contracting as the cock head was erupting, sending
stream after stream of cum straight down to her belly. When he
pulled out of Paula's mouth, a thick rope of semen stretched from
the tip of his prick to her lips.
Stan was now ready. "I'm going blast your fertile cunt with my
sperm-filled load, Honey. You ready to take it? You ready to
get pregnant?"
"It's not your fault, Honey. It's mine. I should have gotten
on the pill before coming to the party. Go ahead. Blast me!
Shoot it into my hot cunt. Cum in me... BREED ME, STUD. SHOOT
IT INNNNNNNNN!!"
Stan started to fuck my wife like a madman. Paula screeched in
a wail of ecstasy as the huge prick pulsed, expanded, and
throbbed deep inside her cunt. His buttocks began clenching as
his big sex gun fired volley after volley of thick cum into my
wife's waiting fuck hole. In 15 seconds, my wife's pussy was
drenched with Stan's cum as his sperm swam frantically up the
open hole of her womb searching for her eggs.
I stayed in the room for another five minutes watching Rhett
autograph my wife's tits and Stan wrote his name across her cunt
mound in the indelible ink from his pen.
==========================
My cock was hard as stone after watching Stan and Rhett fuck my
wife's cunt and mouth holes. I needed to find a vacant pussy
quickly or I would cum in my pants. I made a quick tour of the
four bedrooms and all the women were being used at the moment.
Doug and Brock was hammering away at Vicky's asshole and mouth.
She was in doggy position bending over Brock sucking his 8- inch
whang while Doug knelt behind her plowing the hot brunette's ass.
I thought about asking if I could get into her cunt, but I felt
they were so close to cumming in her, they wouldn't want to be
disturbed.
Next door, Louise was in doggy position on her bed. Her head
rested on the bed with her ass arched high, knees spread wide to
present her ass. She was reaching back holding herself open for
Stan who had already pushed his 10-inch cock into the woman's
ass. I could see about four inches of cock still visible, so six
more had to be buried inside. Glenn was standing beside the bed
slowly stroking his erection while he waited for Stan to push the
rest of his prick into Louise's ass and give him room to get his
dick into her mouth.
Connie was being pleasured in her ass by Rhett, who hadn't
gotten into Paula's cunt or ass, and in her mouth by Blaine who
was buried to his balls. I decided to check on my wife. Maybe
she was free. No luck. After Stan and Rhett had left, Jerome
and Louis had taken over. Louis was lying on the bed with my
wife straddling his hips taking his thick cock up her cunt.
Jerome had his feet on the bed to elevate himself above Paula's
hips. From there, he was fucking his black prick in and out her
asshole at the same time as Louis was using her cunt. The two
pricks worked together smoothly, one entering the hot hole while
the other withdrew to prepare for the next thrust into my wife.
Paula was wailing in ecstasy as she received the double fucking,
cunt and ass.
With none of the women's holes available, I gave up and went
into the den to have a soft drink. I found Mitchel sitting alone
nursing a bourbon and water. He looked distraught and worried.
"What's the matter, Mitchel? Why aren't you watching the women
getting royally fucked?"
"I have been watching Louise. It's just blowing me away to see
her getting fucked like that and loving every second of it. I
can't believe the way she's taking those huge cocks. Every time
they sink 9 inches of cock into one of her holes, she shrieks and
howls and then cums again and again. There's no way I'm ever
going to be able to match that. I'm worried she won't be
interested in coming home with me tomorrow."
"Mitchel, it's not going to work like that. Have you fucked my
wife yet?"
"Yeah. While you giving it to Vicky this afternoon, I was
balling Paula."
"Where? Ass? cunt?"
"Both. I did her ass first and thought I was done. But as
soon as I pulled out, she went down on me and sucked me to
another hard on. I screwed her cunt the second time."
"Did you enjoy having sex with her?"
"Oh hell yes! She's incredibly hot. It just blew me away when
she sucked me right after I had been in her ass."
"So... Do you plan on leaving Louise and persuading Paula to
live with you?"
"Of course not! It was just hot sex. I hope you're not
angry."
"That's right. And it's just sex with Louise. She has no
interest in leaving you for any of the men fucking her right now.
And I'm not at all angry. I'm glad you enjoyed having sex with
my wife."
"Maybe, but I'm not sure."
"Come on. You need to get into you wife right now. When you
see how she enjoys having you on her and in her, you'll know I'm
right."
"She's got two guys screwing her right now."
"I know. I just checked. Stan is fucking your wife's cunt and
Glenn has his big rod all the way down her throat. But her
asshole is vacant. Room for one more. Come on."
The scene that greeted us when we entered Louise's bedroom was
slightly different than when I had looked in previously.
Mitchel's wife was now bent over Stan's body sucking his 10-inch
dick. Her head was pumping rapidly up and down his thick shaft
sending 8 inches of cock into her throat every time her lips slid
down his prick. She took it all without gagging. Obviously,
several of the men had been working on her previously to open up
her throat.
At her other end, Glenn was ramming his cock in and out of the
sexy blonde's cunt. She had her knees spread and her ass arched
to give him total access to her pussy. The squishing sounds his
big dick made as it plowed in and out of her cum-filled hole were
loud enough to heard in the hallway.
Louise grunted on every thrust. "OOOMMPPFFF... aaahhhh...
OOOMMPPFFF... aaahhhh... OOOMMPPFFF... aaahhhh... OOOMMPPFFF...
aaahhhh!!" over and over as the two large cocks pleasured her.
Walking over to Glenn, I high-fived him while he was
relentlessly fucking the hot blonde's hot cunt.
"Listen, Mitchel really needs to get into his wife right now.
How about letting her straddle and ride his cock while you mount
her ass. She can continue to suck Stan. That way Mitchel's
gonna feel better and full use will be made of all her hot
holes."
"Sounds like a plan, Man! Hey, Stan. We're gonna make a
change here." He motioned to Mitchel to come in.
"Hey, Man. Gordon says you want to get into your lady. Don't
blame you. She's hot as fire. Lie on bed and she'll ride you."
Mitchel did as directed and Glenn said to Louise, "Come on,
Babe. Get that hot cunt working on your old man while I fuck
your sexy ass."
Five minutes later, I was watching Mitchel thrusting upward to
bury his rod in his wife's pussy while Glenn was mounted on her
ass with his monster dick pumping in and out of her stretched
asshole. Stan's prick was rubbing over the side of her face
waiting to slid into her throat.
"AAAahhh god, Mitch! Fuck me! Fuck Me! Can you feel Glenn's
cock in my asshole? AAAAhhhhhh god... give it to me, Baby! Fuck
your hot wife harder! Cock me you bastards! Cock all my holes!
I'm gonna cummmmmmmmmmm... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... YEESSSSSS...
CUMMINGGG!!"
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A half hour later, I was still looking for a pussy or an ass
that I could use. My erection was becoming painful, but I knew
there was little hope of finding any of the women alone, or for
that matter, with only one man. It was just a matter of
statistics... four women and 12 men, 8 of whom were young, randy,
black guys with huge, fully-loaded sex guns.
Having little hope, I checked out Vicky's bedroom and found her
being fucked by Brock and Glenn. Mitchel was still screwing
Louise, but Glenn and Stan had moved to new pastures to be
replaced by Blaine and Jerome. Blaine was now fucking Mitchel's
wife in her ass while Jerome sucked her tits and waited his turn
in her cunt. Len, Louis, and Doug were with Paula. The three
men were all over her. Other than one of her legs, which was
sticking straight up in the air, my wife's entire body was
shielded by men who were plunging their cocks into her orifices.
When I looked into Connie's bedroom, I was amazed to find the
gorgeous brunette alone. She had apparently just put a porno
video into the VCR and was standing watching a woman being fucked
by three men. Connie was momentarily startled when she felt my
hands circling her waist and then moving to caress her belly.
"God... I can't believe that I've found you alone. I've been
trying to find an available women for over an hour."
"They've been fucking us for two and a half hours now, almost
non-stop. They're not supermen. They have to rest sometime.
You just have very good timing, Gordon. MMmmmmm... That feels so
good. Don't stop. Mmmmmmm...."
"My hand rubbing your belly feels that good?"
"No. Your hard cock pressing into my ass. MMmmmm... it feels
so hard. Really, really hard. Some of the black guys have huge
cocks, but they don't get nearly as hard as yours feels. I like
my men hard... I mean really HARD!"
That was all the encouragement I needed as I continued to grind
my stiff prick into Connie's ass. Her soft moans let me know
that she loved the feeling of my cock rubbing against her ass
crease. As she watched the woman in the video being screwed, I
felt her pushing her ass back against me. The fact that I was
able to excite this gorgeous woman even though she had already
been fucked a dozen times or more got my cock even harder. It
felt like a steel spike.
The hot action in the porno video was also helping me. The
woman was having a thunderous orgasm on the two cocks fucking
her. As she came, I felt Connie meeting my thrusts as I rubbed my
cock against her. Easing my hands upward, I surrounded and
cupped her big tits. Squeezing gently, I pressed my erection
between her thighs. Connie spread wider to give me more room.
My fingers went to her nipples and pinched hard. Connie's body
stiffened as she groaned. I realized that my cock was now
sliding smoothly and easily between her thighs, thighs that were
well lubricated by a mixture of my precum and the sticky wetness
flowing from her vagina.
For almost two hours, my cock had been raging to sink into a
wet pussy. I couldn't wait any longer. With my hand on her
back, I eased Connie's upper body slightly forward. The better
angle allowed my cock to stretch the opening of her pussy. We
both groaned as it slowly impaled her.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH," she gasped as six inches entered her. I
began to pump firm, but slow, strokes into her cunt until all
eight inches of rigid fuck stick were buried in the squirming
brunette.
"AAAAHHHH... AAAHHHH... Oh god, Gordon. Hit into me hard and
I'll cum. You've got the hardest dick I had all night. Please!
Hit into me hard!"
I held her hips and gave her want she wanted. After a few
strokes, she was grunting.
"Bend over!" I ordered. The new position allowed my cock to
ram hard against her cervix. After just a few strokes, she came,
her juices flooding my cock and streaming down her thighs.
Pulling my still-rigid, throbbing cock from her contracting hole,
I guided us to the bed.
Just at that moment, several ear-piercing shrieks came from the
direction of Paula's bedroom. She was literally screaming.
Right in the middle of her screams, there were almost identical
screams coming from Louise's bedroom.
"Oh shit! Listen to that. Someone's really hurting them." I
started to get up but Connie pulled me back to the bed with a
sensuous grin on her face.
"They're fine, Gordon. They're not being hurt. Paula and
Louise are just being fucked."
"Screaming like that? That's not the sound of women being
screwed; it's the sound of them being hurt. I need to check."
Again Connie pulled me back on the bed. "That's the sound
women make when they're being assfucked by huge cocks. My guess
is that Louis has his 11 inches buried in your wife's ass and
Louise is probably getting Jerome's thick 10 up hers.
Connie pushed me onto my back, bent over and sucked my cock
into her mouth. "God. You're impossibly hard. I can hardly
move it. I'll suck you later, Honey. Right now, I need that
thing back in my cunt."
"Get on your hands and knees. Arch your ass high, Honey."
Connie couldn't do it fast enough. In a moment, she was in
doggy position waiting for me fuck her. Standing on the bed, I
rose over her riding her high and drove my fuck spike down into
her waiting pussy.
"GGGGHHHAAAAAAAAAA.... UGH, UGH... OOHHH FUCK... WHAT A
COCK... HAMMER ME, STUD. HAMMER MY HOT MARRIED PUSSY...
AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
I fucked her steadily and hard for five minutes. Zane's wife
began to grunt and moan. "I'm almost there, Baby," she hissed.
"Let me ride it so I can really work my clit over you."
I pulled out of her throbbing hole and lay down on the bed.
Connie immediately straddled me and began to ride up and down on
my rigid fuck stick. I squeezed her tits and drove my cock up
hard into her cunt every time her hips descended. In less than a
minute, she was wailing in an intense orgasm, and my balls were
about to explode.
"I can't hold it any longer, Connie. I have to cum."
"Don't hold it, Lover. Shoot it. SHOOT IT IN TO MEEEEEEEE!"
My load erupted out of my throbbing dick as her convulsing cunt
contracted against my jerking rod again and again.
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Sunday - The Sex Buffet:
Around 1 AM, everyone was essentially exhausted. The men had
been fucking the women for five hours, and even the most randy
and virile guy was essentially wasted and had to take a break.
The women, of course, were capable of much more sexual activity
than the men, but even so, they were all tired and ready for
sleep by 1 AM. The 12 of us were using several couches and 8
cots that Vicky and Len had rented for the purpose. Our wives,
of course, each had their own bedroom.
Before retiring for the night, Len reminded the men and Vicky
reminded the women about the schedule and party events planned
for Sunday morning. When all the guys had drifted into the den,
Len said, "I suggest that everyone get a good night's sleep from
now until 8 AM in the morning. That's 7 hours, which should be
enough. We will all have an hour, from 8 to 9 AM, to shave,
shower, and change clothes. The master bedroom will be vacant in
the morning and we can use the facilities there as well as the
two half-baths off the den and in the hallway. It will be
crowded, but if we all hurry, we can be finished by 9 AM, which
is when the caterer will arrive with the breakfast buffet. We
need to finish breakfast by 10 AM to stay on schedule."
"Right now, the women are pretty much exhausted as are most of
us. The sex buffet will begin promptly at 10 AM. That's going
to be the highlight of the party, and to enjoy it to the fullest,
we all need to be fresh and well rested. So... from now until 10
AM tomorrow morning is a 'time out' on sexual activities. Let
the women rest and sleep, and each of you should do the same.
You'll be glad you did tomorrow. Get a good night's sleep. See
you in the morning."
"And one more thing," Len added before ending his instructions.
"You won't be seeing any of the women in the morning until the
sex buffet begins. They'll be showering, cleaning, doing their
makeup and hair, and changing into new outfits in their bedrooms.
When breakfast arrives, they'll meet and enjoy breakfast
together with no men present. Don't invade their privacy. I
assure you, it will be well worth the wait."
When Len finished, I crashed on one of the cots in the den and
was in deep sleep in less than 5 minutes.
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Breakfast for the men was set out in the kitchen and patio
areas. The den was off limits a that was temporarily reserved
for the women. Without reservation, I can say that I've never
seen a group of men eat as rapidly as the 12 of us ate that
morning. We were done by 9:45 AM. I was already hard with
anticipation, and was virtually certain so were the rest of the
guys.
At 9:50, Vicky stuck her head through the kitchen door and
announced, "We're ready. Anytime you guys want to eat something
else besides food, join us in the den."
We managed to avoid a stampede into the den, but not by much.
When we entered, every cock got instantly hard. The women were
lounging on couches and chairs around the room, each one dressed
hot and sensuous, and all primed and ready for several hours of
erotic sex. None of them wore either panties or bras. In less
than a minute, all of our clothes were piled in the corner. As
we looked over the hot buffet of cunt and ass spread out and
waiting, all 12 cocks became rigid with lust.
Louise wore red heels and a flimsy red and white print dress
with spaghetti straps that was hanging off her big tits. She was
kneeling on a couch with her ass thrust high, displaying the
graffiti documenting her previous evening. Glenn was all over
her as soon as he reached the couch. He mounted the sexy
blonde's ass as she thrust it upward for his use. His rigid cock
easily penetrated her slick, lubricated asshole and sank into her
depths. The exquisite sensation of hot ass around huge,
throbbing, cock caused them both to groan as inch after inch
entered Louise's ass.
Except for her thigh-high red boots, Connie was naked. She was
also kneeling on a couch with her hips elevated and turned
towards the room fully exposing both her ass and cunt holes. She
undulated her well marked ass in a sensuous invitation.
She didn't have to wait long. Jerome and Louis both wanted her
hot fuck holes. "Let's get you naked, Honey," Louis said as he
unzipped one of her boots while Jerome removed the other one.
When they had her totally naked, Louis said, "Shall we flip to
see who fucks her first?" Doug produced a coin, flipped it, and
Louis won. "Fine with me," Jerome chuckled. "I like cum-filled
ass even better."
Louis moved behind Connie, boosted her ass higher to get her
into fucking position, centered his 9-inch black cock on her
asshole, and slowly pushed the huge shaft into the moaning woman.
Connie groaned as four inches of cock sank out of sight. Her
ass stretched wider as two more inches of cock entered. She was
grunting like a sow now:
"UGH ... UGH... OH FUCK... WHAT A COCK... UGH, UGH!"
Another inch was shoved in causing her grunts to turn to howls
of mixed pain and pleasure. Her asshole was now a huge oval
circling the thick shaft that still continued inward. She took
another inch into her stretched rectum.
"OOOhhhh Fuck! How much more?" she gasped. "How much more
cock?" she moaned.
"Last inch going in, Babe." Louis pushed that final inch into
the groaning woman and then began fucking her. Connie's hand
flew between her thighs where it feverishly worked on her
engorged clitoris as Louis relentlessly fucked in and out of her
ass.
"AAAHHH SHIT... GONNA CUM, HONEY."
The men who didn't have their cocks buried in a female hole
watched Louis unloading into her ass, his buttocks quivering with
intense pleasure as he pumped in jet after jet of hot cum. When
he finally pulled out, there was a huge, gaping hole between
Connie's ass cheeks. Jerome moved up and pulled her cheeks open
to show everyone how Louis had gaped her.
Jerome wasted no time in mounting the moaning female. There
was very little friction when he slammed his meat in Connie's
stretched ass.
As Jerome fucked in and out of Connie's ass, Stan was on Vicky.
She had worn nothing but a pair of "fuck-me" heels to the
buffet, and Stan couldn't wait to get on her and in her. He had
gotten on the couch with her, shoved her legs up in the air and
growled, "Get your legs up high, Baby. Spread'em... wide!"
When she was in position. Stan drove his 10-inch black dick
deep into the brunette's wide open, wet cunt. Eight inches of
hard cock sank into her on the first thrust. She howled with
delight when she felt the thick rod sliding in and out of her
throbbing pussy.
"Oh god... YES! Fuck me, Stan, fuck me. Give it to me hard!"
The sensuous sounds of women being fucked filled the room.
Jerome bellowed as he poured his load into the Connie's ass. On
the other side of the room Glenn was grunting loudly. His prick
jerked inside Louise as the load spewed into her depths. As soon
as he finished ejaculating, Brock pulled her onto his lap. She
leaned forward, steadied herself with her hands on his knees, and
impaled her stretched, cum-filled cunt on his rigid prick. Once
she was seated and his cock firmly planted inside her hole, Brock
began ramming hard, relentless strokes into the blonde's hot
pussy. She wailed in helpless passion.
Blaine had my well-marked wife mounted on his cock with her
tits mashed against his chest. Using both hands on her ass, he
lifted her up until his cock almost exited her cunt, and then
when only the big head remained inside her vagina, rammed her all
the way down his shaft until it thudded into the bottom of her
cunt. Paula's mouth was wide open as she moaned with the intense
pleasure produced by the cock as it repeatedly stretched and
plunged into her hot hole. Every time Blaine drilled her
throbbing pussy, she howled louder.
Doug wasted no time once Connie's sex holes were free. He sat
beside her on the couch and gave her a one-word order, "SUCK!"
The sensuous, slurping sounds she made as she sucked all 9 inches
of black dick into her throat hardened Doug's cock to a rigid
steel rod that pumped hard, driving strokes into the brunette's
throat. It only took a few minutes of this treatment for Connie
to bring Doug right to the edge. "Ohhh FUCK! Suck it, Baby!
I'm gonna shoot!" The was no way she could swallow all the huge
load that spewed into her throat and mouth. Some of it slid
straight down her throat into her belly; the remainder squirted
between her tightly stretched lips and the huge cock plugging her
mouth. This portion of the load ran down her chin and coated the
black shaft plunging in and out of her mouth.
I had to wait for bit before Vicky's holes were available. As
soon as they were, I was on her. "Hi, remember me?"
"Oh yes! How do you want me, Lover?"
"In your hot asshole, Vicky."
"I thought I heard you say that you weren't much of a fan of
anal sex?"
"Normally, I'm not, but if it's Vicky Drake's hot ass, that's a
different story."
Vicky's eyes clenched shut and her body shuddered with pleasure
at the complement. "Do you really mean that?" she moaned.
"Well, I've been at this party fucking the four of you for
hours and hours. So far, I haven't had anal sex. But, I simply
can't wait to feel my cock sinking into your hot ass. I know you
can't say 'no', but I'm giving you permission if you prefer me to
take your cunt."
"Oh god NO! I want you in my ass. Don't you ever fuck Paula's
ass?"
"Rarely. But I like your sexy ass much better. Now shut up
and assume the position, Vicky."
She turned over onto her hands and knees, arched her ass high,
reached back and opened it up for me. "Am I the way you want me,
Lover?"
"Perfect!" Leaning forward, I whispered in her ear. "Vicky, I
want you to cum. I think women often fake orgasms when men fuck
their asses. Please don't do that. If you can't cum this way,
tell me. I'll do your pussy and lick your clit until you
explode."
"Ohhhh god... Gordon. I want you to lick my clit and cunt fuck
me, but not before you make me cum with your big cock inside my
hot ass. Get into me, Baby. I'll cum so fast you won't believe
it."
I rose over her and pressed my cock against her opening. I
slid into her easily as her lubricated anal hole opened magically
to take me inside. All eight hard inches of dick sank smoothly
into her buttery depths. Reaching around her hips, my fingers
captured her clitoris and began to work it as my cock worked in
and out of her asshole. True to her word, I felt her ass
contracting in hard spasms around my cock in just a few minutes.
At the same time, her clitoris exploded. That was more than
enough to suck the cum from my balls and make it shoot deep
inside her bowels.
---------------------------
After over three hours of continuous sex added to the five
hours the previous night, everyone was exhausted. By 1:15 PM,
the eight invited black guys had thanked Vicky for her
hospitality, kissed Louise and Connie, and taken their leave.
They would have thanked Len and kissed Paula as well, but he had
taken my wife into her bedroom where he was enjoying her cunt one
more time.
After seeing him leading Paula into the bedroom with his hand
on her ass, I waited for 10 minutes or so to give him time to get
into her. When I heard the bedsprings squeaking, and my wife
gasping, I went to the doorway and watched.
The sight was incredibly erotic, so much so that I couldn't
resist taking out my newly hardened cock and jacking off while I
watched. Len had my wife's legs pressed all the back on the bed
on either side of her big tits. The position totally exposed her
cunt, which became a perfect target for his rigid cock. Both of
36DD tits were bouncing wildly every time the cock slammed into
the bottom of her wide open cunt. The sounds my wife was making
as Len fucked her were a hot mixture of screams, grunts, gasps,
and howls of intense female pleasure. Her ass was bouncing as it
took the relentless fucking.
"Oh god... fuck me harder, Len. Really give it to me. I'm
about to cum... aaahh... aahhh... FUCK ME you hot Bastard! FUCK
ME!
Len pounded my wife like a wild bull. His masculine grunts of
pleasure mixed with the excited shrieks my wife was making as her
cunt and clit went into the spastic contractions of her orgasm.
The throbbing of her vagina around his prick was more than he
could take.
"Take it, you hot Slut. I'm cumming in your cunt! UGH, UGH,
UGH, UGH, UGH!!"
My load spewed out over the carpet as I watched his buttocks
flexing sending the contents of his balls deep into my wife's
hot, throbbing hole.
--------------------------------------------
The three invited couples all helped our hosts tidy up the
house, wash the dishes, strip the beds and throw all the linens
in the utility room to be washed. After nearly an hour, we had
essentially finished. At that point, Vicky got us all back into
the den.
"Well, I hope everyone enjoyed the party. I don't know about
the rest of you girls, but I can tell you that I've never, ever
before , been screwed that much by that many men in 17 hours.
Did any of the husbands ever think they'd see their wife taking
that much cock?"
Mitchel shrugged, "I certainly never did."
"Me neither," Zane echoed.
When I didn't speak, Vicky asked me directly. "How about you,
Gordon? Ever think Paula would be fucked that much?"
"I think that both you and Paula got laid more times and by
more men at the party in El Paso, but I'm not sure, since I don't
really know every thing that happened."
"Neither do I," Len agreed. "Why don't we have the women strip
naked and count up the totals?"
All the men, of course, agreed, and Len announced, "Ok, Girls.
Get naked and let's count up the totals."
Since none of the women were wearing much, they were all naked
or nearly naked in less than a minute. "You first, Louise. Bend
over the couch so we can count up the number of times you were
ass fucked. Let's have the husbands do the counting."
A naked Louise bent over and thrust her ass out. Immediately,
everyone took note of the blue lettering that announced 'HOT
MARRIED ASSHOLE' with an arrow pointing the way. Mitchel started
counting the number of names and number of X's on her ass. "I
count 15 loads shot in her ass. Anyone want to check?" I agreed
with his count.
"Ok, Honey, lay down on the couch so I can count the names on
your tits and cunt areas," Mitchel told his wife.
Louise assumed the position ordered by her husband, and he read
off the blue lettering on her belly, "BLACK WHORE HOLE". He ran
his fingers into her 'Black Whore Hole' making his wife shudder.
"Come on, Mitchel. You can fuck her later. What's the count?"
"I think its 17 in her cunt and 5 in her mouth. That right,
Gordon?"
"Yeah. That's what I get too."
"Ok, Connie. It's your turn."
Connie got down on her hands and knees on the floor. Zane came
over to do the count. This time, someone had written "Hot Ass
Hole" on Connie's butt in bright red letters, again with an arrow
showing the user where he could find her asshole. After a
moment, Zane announced, "I count 16 loads in her ass." Len
agreed.
Without being told, Connie got up on the couch on her back so
the total on her cunt and tits could be added up. "You're going
to have to take off your corset and hose so we can get all the
names, Honey." Connie stood back up and quickly stripped naked
as we all watched. After the luscious brunette was nude, she
again assumed her position on the couch on her back. She spread
wide open so Zane would be certain to see all the names written
between her thighs.
This time the words near her cunt were "Connie's Fuck Hole"
with an arrow pointing straight at her now very widely stretched
pussy. "I count 16 in her cunt and 4 in her mouth," said Zane. I
agreed.
Next, it was Vicky's turn. Wanting to do something different
as well as sexy, she got on the desk in the den, put her head on
its surface and arched her sexy ass high in the air. "Can you
see my ass well enough to count, Honey?" she asked with a grin.
"Read the writing, Len. What's it say?" Mitchel asked.
"It says, 'MARRIED ASSHOLE FOR BLACK COCK'," Len replied.
"Well, that's not accurate," Zane observed. "I'm not black and
I fucked her hot ass."
"I count 16," Len announced. "But Jerome has signed her ass
twice and put an X on it too."
"I guess he fucked your wife's ass three times," I volunteered.
"Is that right, Vicky", her husband inquired.
"Yep. He screwed my ass three times."
"Ok. Then the count is 16. Turn over, Babe."
This time the blue writing near Vicky's pussy proclaimed
'Deposit Cum Here'. Len counted and obtained 15 men in her cunt
and 4 in her mouth. Zane agreed and only Paula was left.
Paula knelt on a couch, turned her ass toward the rest of us,
and arched it high keeping her thighs pressed tightly together.
If this was an attempt at modesty, it failed miserably since her
cunt was so swollen from the intense fucking it had received this
weekend, it was on full display for everyone to see. We all read
the words one of the black guys had written on my wife's ass,
'Hot Married Asshole'.
I counted the names and the X's and obtained 18. Mitchel
recounted and got the same total. "Ok, Honey. Turn around so I
can count the number of men who fucked your cunt and tits this
weekend."
My wife climbed off the couch, walked across the room naked
save for her heels, sat down on the couch and spread her legs
wide open. I got close and first read the writing on her belly,
'FUCK ME HERE' with the obligatory arrow pointing to her swollen
cunt. Again I counted 18 names and X's on her cunt and belly and
4 on her tits. Len confirmed and the count was complete.
Vicky added up the totals and announced the result: "Well,
Girls, it seems that our husbands and the 8 randy black studs we
invited fucked our holes 148 times over the two days of the
party. The totals are pretty much the same, which is not
surprising since somebody was in us essentially all the time.
Louise was screwed 37 times, Connie 36 times, Paula 40 times, and
I got it 35 times."
"Now I have to confess lying to all of you about the door
prize. I sort of inferred that the woman who got fucked the most
would win it. Actually, there are four door prizes, all the
same. They're in the envelopes on the dining room table. Pick
yours up before you leave. But... and this is important... don't
open them until you're on the road for home.
=====================================
It was nearly 3:00 PM when Paula and I got on the road for the
trip home.
When we were out of city traffic and on the interstate, I said
to my wife: "I have some questions, you hot Slut."
"I figured you would. Go ahead."
"You said Vicky arranged the date with Marcel. How did that
happen?"
"Well, Len had told him about how hot I was and how much he
enjoyed screwing me in El Paso. So he had been pestering them to
invite us down for a swinging party so he could get into me.
They did invite him to the party, but he had to leave town
Saturday morning on a business trip and was really, really
unhappy that he was going to miss the party and the chance to
fuck your wife."
"So Vicky arranged for him to have you on Friday afternoon?"
"Yeah. That's why I had to win a new wardrobe at Victoria's.
I needed an excuse to meet him that you would assume would keep
me away all afternoon."
"You really are devious, you know that?"
"Yeah, but I know you love it, and I always eventually tell you
every thing."
"Was he good?"
"He was great. Handsome as sin and pretty good in bed."
"So he really got you hot?"
"He did, but the really amazing thing is that he wasn't the
main reason I got so hot during the sex."
"He wasn't?? What was?"
"Well, like I told you, he got us a room at a Best Western
motel. He had gotten me naked and into bed and was fucking me
for the first time, when we heard the couple in the adjacent
room."
"What about them?"
"The woman had never cheated on her husband before, and this
guy she was with must have been just awesome in bed. She was
screaming and wailing loud enough to wake the dead. It really
turned me on to hear her screeching and begging. The guy she was
with was taking his own sweet time working her up... and I'm
telling you, he was just driving that women crazy. He got her so
hot, I think she would have sold herself into slavery for cock
before he gave it to her. That's what got me so damn hot. As
good as Marcel was, the guy in the next room was a lot better."
"Would you have fucked him, sight unseen, if you had had the
chance?"
"Absolutely! In fact, while Marcel was screwing me, I was
fantasizing that it was the unknown stranger next door who was in
me. I hope this isn't just making you furious, but you did ask,
and I'm telling you the truth."
We lapsed into silence for 30 miles or so. My wife kept
glancing over at me until she finally said, "You've been driving
with a shitty grin all over your face for the last half hour.
Why?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"You won't believe me."
"Are you going to fess up or not?"
"Well, I got bored with sitting around the Marriott that
afternoon you went to Victoria's. After all, you were gone for 5
hours. You had left me the car, so I went to Victoria's to amuse
myself spying on you while you tried on sexy, hot clothes."
"You're right. I don't believe you."
"Want me to finish or not?"
"Go on."
"I told one of the sales ladies, Rita, that I was your husband
and showed her some ID so they wouldn't ask me to leave the store
for loitering. She was shocked when I showed her your picture,
because she knew you were there with a lover."
Paula was squirming in the seat.
"Rita and I ended up spying on you from behind a clothes rack.
When you left with Marcel, I told Rita I was going to follow the
two of you and asked if she would like come with me to keep me
from getting lost in Ft. Worth traffic. She got the afternoon
off and we followed you to the Best Western motel. You and
Marcel stayed in Room 186. Rita and I were in 188."
"BULL SHIT! You're telling me that you were that awesome stud
in the next room? Double BULL SHIT!"
"Well, let's see if I can convince you. After an hour or so,
Marcel called us on the room phone. You were riding his cock
while he spoke to us. After he called, I began fucking Rita in
missionary position, but she wanted to ride my cock like you were
riding Marcel's. So she got on top."
My wife's mouth was hanging open.
"When she was on top riding my cock, you got on phone and said,
and I quote: �Fuck her hot married cunt, Jack. Give it to her
hard.' You called me 'Jack' because that was the name I gave you
over the phone. Then at the end, Marcel and I counted to
three... you know... ONE... TWO... THREE. When we reached THREE,
we both unloaded inside your pussies at the same time."
No one spoke for another 30 miles. Finally, Paula leaned over
and whispered, "When we get home, will you please fuck me the way
you were fucking Rita? I feel like I'm about to cum right now.
My god! You seduced a beautiful woman you had never before met;
you got her to ask her boss for the rest of the day off so you
could take her to a motel for sex when she had never before
cheated on her husband; and then you gave her the hottest fucking
she's ever had! What a Stud!! You make all those guys at the
party look like little boys."
She snuggled up close. We were halfway home before I
remembered the door prize envelope. "Did you open the envelope
with the door prize?"
"No. I forgot all about it. It's in my handbag. Shall we
open it?"
"Why not?"
Paula opened the envelope and removed a letter. As she read
it, I heard her gasp. "OH MY GOD!" she exclaimed in an awed
voice.
"Well??"
"I'll just read Vicky's letter. It says:
--------------------------- Dear Paula and Gordon,
Len and I hope you enjoyed our 'Hot Married Pussy Party'. We
loved it. There is, however, something which we never told any
of you. I'm sure you noticed how well dressed and affluent our
black guests were. In Ft. Worth, a beautiful call girl charges
$500 for a couple of hours. At our Hot Married Pussy Party, our
black guests each got not one, but four, gorgeous married women
for 8 hours, not just two. Consequently, the $1,000 we charged
each of them for the party was a real bargain. They've all told
me to please ask them back again in the future.
We've split up the proceeds from the party as the four door
prizes. We loved having you and also loved giving you what I'm
sure was a new experience. How did you like being a high-priced,
hot, married whore, Paula? Your payment is enclosed.
Love, Vicky and Len.
P.S. Gordon, you were GREAT!
---------------------------
After Paula finished reading the letter, she extracted some
money that was in the envelope.
"How much is there?" I asked.
For an answer, my wife fanned the 20 crisp, new $100 dollar
bills and held them up for me to see.
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