Metamorphosis
by RLM
Part 1: The Plan and Transformation
Joanne, my wife of nearly 10 years, was furious and throwing
another one of her temper tantrums. I had made the mistake of
admiring an attractive, well-endowed brunette while we were
shopping at the mall. Joanne couldn't stop screaming at me.
Among other vile names, she called me a degraded voyeur, a sexual
pervert, a mean SOB, etc. One of her nicer comments was to call
me an insatiable satyr. Nothing I said would calm her. From
bitter experience, I knew she would still be mad for a couple of
days. My only recourse was to remain silent and endure her
tantrum.
I was used to this reaction. It had happened many times
before. The problem was not that I had stared at an attractive
woman; it was the fact that this particular woman had large
breasts and some exposed cleavage. If the same woman had been
flat-chested, Joanne would simply have teased me about never
seeming to get enough. Even though I knew what would happen if I
admired the woman, it was very hard not to do so with her tits so
prominently displayed. Over the years, I had gotten better at
ignoring well-built women, but occasionally I would slip and a
screaming tirade from my wife was the inevitable result.
I knew the reason underlying Joanne's irrational response.
Although she was a very attractive, 32 year old woman, with
absolutely gorgeous legs, a very sexy ass, and a beautiful face,
she unfortunately had very small breasts. She wore a 32A size
bra and generally, very loose-fitting blouses or sometimes even a
baggy sweat shirt. She did everything she could to conceal the
fact that her breasts were very small. Above the waist, she
looked like a young boy.
At first, I tried to convince her that her small breasts were
perfectly formed, firm and erect, and, in fact, very pretty. I
would remind her of how ardently I had pursued her when we were
dating, and how hot and hard she always got me when we were in
bed. Not only did this not help, it was actually
counterproductive. Usually, she would end up screaming at me,
sometimes breaking into tears, and sex would be impossible for
several days. Over the last three years, things had gotten
worse, not better. Now, if I so much as looked at a well-endowed
woman, the result was a firestorm of abuse from my wife.
I was desperate. I loved Joanne deeply, but I saw no way I
could go on like this. Sitting in my office the day after her
most recent outburst over the brunette in the mall, I considered
my problem. I reasoned that as a highly-educated engineer with a
very successful business that I had founded, the problem should
have a solution. Money was not a problem. Moreover, at 34 with
a hard, well-built body and a face that many women have found
very exciting, I felt that I had enough experience with women
that I should be able to find the solution. Our tenth wedding
anniversary was coming up in four months. I decided that I would
build the solution with that event as the foundation.
I knew nothing simplistic like sending my wife flowers or some
other trite action was going to solve anything. Over the next
week, I formulated all the details of an intricate, very involved
plan. As I read through the spreadsheet outlining the details of
the plan, I realized that its execution would require the
services of appropriate consultants and assistance from some key
individuals. I also spent several days obtaining information
from the internet. Finally, I was ready to put my plan into
motion.
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Jason Stewart was most considerate and accommodating as we
discussed various options in his office. I had informed him
enough about the problem I faced that he understood the
seriousness of the situation. We spent two hours going over
various possibilities, Stewart outlining the pros and cons of
each. In the end, he provided a set of recommendations for my
consideration. I told him I would call when I had made my
decision.
The manager, Mr. Marlin Gardner, at Neiman-Marcus was delighted
to provide his assistance. I explained what I had in mind as he
listened carefully. Afterwards, he made several suggestions for
improvement of the overall plan, more than half of which I
accepted with my thanks. Before leaving, I set up the time and
date for the execution of this phase of the operation and wrote a
check for the appropriate amount and gave Mr. Gardner my credit
card number in case additional, unexpected expenses were to
arise.
Mrs. Beverly Smith, Regional Manager, Hilton Enterprises,
suggested that I alter the plan significantly. She was most
sincere, but also emphatic, when she explained that my original
idea would fall short of the mark. As she put it: "Mr. Greyson,
I feel certain you would not build a million dollar plant and
then install cheap, used equipment. Right? You need to go
first-class all the way. Here's what I suggest." When I left
the building, I had made arrangements exactly as Mrs. Smith had
outlined. As I walked to my car, I reflected that it's not hard
to succeed when you have outstanding people trying to help you.
Mr. Samuel Berkowitz, owner and general manager, Berkowitz and
Morrison, Inc., shook his head emphatically as he admonished,
"No! No! No! That will not do the job. It is too ordinary, too
mundane. It has no flair, nothing to take a woman's breath away,
to astonish her, to make her feel like the Queen of the Nile, so
to speak."
"What do you recommend?"
Berkowitz smirked. "Hah! Finally, you ask the right question.
You want maybe that I should tell you, huh? Not a problem. I
should charge you double for this."
I smiled at him. "I'm sure you will."
He considered my comment and then remarked, "No. For you, a
special rate. A man who has your commitment, your flair and, how
shall I put it, your chutzpah, deserves my best. Here is what
you should do."
Ms. Jeanine Larsen was a strikingly beautiful woman of 30 with
long brown hair, matching eyes, and a beautiful body. I had
begun our meeting by explaining, in depth, both my problem and my
proposed solution. For her to provide the assistance I needed,
she needed to understand both the nature of the problem and all
the details of my proposed solution. She listened carefully,
taking notes occasionally. When I had finished, she shook her
head in wonderment.
"Mark, you are an amazing man. I've never seen or even heard
of anything like this. You're absolutely wonderful! I would be
delighted to help you."
"Do you think you can?", I asked. "I know the situation is
very delicate. I have no idea how to handle it, but I'm hoping
you can help me."
"Why did you pick me?"
"I made my selection very carefully. I decided on you because
of your beauty, your experience as a woman, the nature of the
business you run, and also on the recommendation of a good friend
of mine."
"I have a woman who works for me as my assistant. She has many
contacts of the type we need. Would you object if we also ask
her for assistance?"
"Not at all."
Thirty minutes later, Marion Thomas had been briefed on the
problem and situation. She looked me over, the way a woman looks
over a man she is considering as a lover.
"I think we need to ask Mark about the size of his penis", she
said to Jeanine.
"You're right. We do."
"Why", I asked puzzled.
"Think about it", Jeanine replied, smiling. "We won't know how
to select the right persons if we don't have that information."
"Oh yeah. That is important. I understand. That's why I've
sought your advice. I would have never thought of that factor.
I'm about average, I suppose."
The two women looked at each other, shaking their heads and
smiling. "What's wrong", I asked them.
"Mark, of all the things that men lie about, the size of their
cock is the single thing they lie about the most. If you want us
to get the best result possible, we need to be certain."
"Ok, I guess that's right", I shrugged. "But I'm not hard
now."
"That will absolutely NOT be a problem", Marion said. She came
over, knelt in front of my chair, and told me to stand up. When
I did, he undid my belt, pulled down my zip, and lowered my
pants. I felt ridiculous. I thought the women looked approvenly
at my tight bikini style briefs. That made me feel a little
better.
"This is embarrassing!" I protested.
Marion ignored me as she pulled down my briefs exposing my
flacid penis. Her eyes widened as she cupped my balls and hefted
my cock in her hand. She ran her tongue over the head several
times. Then she explored all the way around the ridge with the
tip of her tongue. I could feel myself becoming erect.
Marion motioned for Jeanine to join us. She winked at me and
moments later the two women were both kneeling in front of my
exposed cock. "Show him your big tits, Jeanine. That'll get him
hard for sure."
With a few quick moments, Jeanine had her blouse open. She
moved it aside and pulled down her bra. Two big 36D tits thrust
out. Marion moved the head of my cock over Jeanine's exposed
tits while she cupped them. I was getting really hard now. Then
I felt Marion's warm mouth engulf me. After a few up-down
motions, she took it out and offered it to Jeanine who
immediately buried it in her mouth. I was rock-hard and
throbbing now.
Marion brought a tape measure while Jeanine used her mouth and
tits to make sure I stayed hard. She really had nothing to worry
about. Marion measured me. "Wow. He's over eight inches and
look how thick it is."
"I told you I was a little more than average", I said, my cock
jerking in Jeanine's hand.
Both women laughed. "You don't know much about men's cocks,
Honey. More than eight inches is really big! Your wife must be
crazy."
I beamed with pleasure, no longer embarrassed. A few minutes
later, Jeanine had her breasts back inside her blouse and my cock
was back inside my pants, but it was still hard, a fact which
seemed to please both women.
"Well, we have all the information we need, Mark. I'll keep
you informed as we make all the arrangements", Jeanine commented.
I nodded and busied myself making out two checks. Jeanine
looked at them. "This one covers the expense of your purchases.
What's this one for?"
"Your consultant fees and my thanks."
Jeanine walked with me to the door on my way out. As I was
about to leave, she stopped me. "Mark, I want you to know that I
think you're the most sensitive, kind, and sensuous man I've ever
met. Very handsome, virile looking, really big cock..mmmmmmm.."
My pussy is soaking wet now and I'm sure Marions's is too.
Here's my home phone number and personal email address. If your
wife continues to insist on behaving like a little girl and you
decide you would like to have a woman who really appreciates a
man like you, I hope you will give me a call and let me show you
just how appreciative I can be."
"That's the best offer I think I've ever had. Thank you. I
won't forget."
She smiled and felt my bulge. "You're still hard. That's not
fair to you. Come into my private office and fuck me with that
big thing."
I didn't leave the building for another hour.
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It was two weeks later when Mark informed Joanne of part of his
plan, without, of course, telling her that it was a plan.
"Honey for as long as I've known you, you have made yourself
miserable over something that's very easily fixed and fixed in a
way that you will just love."
"What are you talking about", his wife asked, very puzzled.
"In three and half months, we will be celebrating our tenth
wedding anniversary and I intend to make that day one of the most
marvelous of your life. Preparations start today. I am taking
you to see Dr. Jason Stewart, the foremost plastic surgeon in the
state. I know this to be a fact since I spent weeks of
investigation to make certain. Joanne, you have constantly been
sensitive about your breasts and their size. I have never been,
but you have and that's all that's important. Right now, you
have a 32A cup size. By the end of this week, that's going to
change to 36DD or maybe 38DD."
"Breast implants? They can turn out badly, Mark", his wife
protested.
"Not with this surgeon. I've seen the photographs. You
married me, Joanne. Now trust me with this. Please."
His wife lapsed into silence, her mind filled with a
combination of both joy and apprehension.
Later, in his office, Dr. Stewart was explaining the procedure
to Joanne. "Mrs. Greyson, I have done this procedure thousands
of times. Some of the most famous movie stars in show business
have used my services. In fact, you would be surprised to learn
who some of them are, but their names will never be revealed. It
will comfort you to know that I have never had anything other
than the best possible results."
"And what's the best possible result?", Joanne asked nervously.
"In this business, there is one overriding principle: Women
who start with beautiful small breasts end up with beautiful
large breasts. And may I say that you have really beautiful
small breasts that I intend to make into equally beautiful large
breasts that will delight you. Mark has told me the extent of
the enlargement desired. It is no problem, but since you are the
patient, not your husband, I must hear it from you and have your
consent to the procedure. Your husband has asked that I
transform your A cup into a DD cup size. Is that satisfactory,
Joanne?"
"Oh yes!", his wife whispered.
Mark took Joanne home the following Saturday after receiving
full instructions as to the post-surgery care needed to ensure
full recovery and a great result. On the drive home, Joanne kept
thanking her husband over and over and over. Tears of joy ran
down her cheeks. "What did these beautiful tits cost, Honey?"
"Not enough to worry about, and they're worth every single
penny."
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For the next three and a half months, Mark waited patiently for
their wedding anniversary to arrive. Joanne's breasts had healed
perfectly. The tiny scars where almost invisible, and Joanne was
ecstatic over her new appearance.
The magic day finally arrived. "Where are we going", Joanne
wanted to know.
"You'll see. This is your day. Enjoy it."
Mr. Marlin Gardner greeted them as soon as they entered the
salon at Neiman-Marcus. Ah.. Mr. and Mrs. Greyson. We've been
preparing for you visit for some weeks now. Welcome to
Neiman-Marcus. This way please."
They were ushered into a private showroom where for the next
two hours, a full array of the latest fashions were modeled for
Joanne's consideration and selections. All were specially
tailored to provide the best possible fit to her new voluptuous
figure. After she made her selections, she retired to a dressing
room where she tried on the clothes she had selected and modeled
them herself for her admiring husband. Gardner was attentive and
quick to correct any slight defect or order additional selections
to be presented for Joanne. When they left, Joanne was glowing
with uncontained excitement.
"Thank you, Mr. Gardner. A really superb job. I'm in your
debt", Mark said as he shook the manager's hand.
"It is always my pleasure to provide such a beautiful woman as
your wife with the finest possible apparel that shows off her
natural beauty to the fullest extent possible. Please let me
know whenever we can be of further service to you."
The next stop was Victoria's Secret. They were met at the door
by the general manager, Ms. Jeanine Larsen and her assistant, Ms.
Marion Thomas. As Jeanine led Joanne to the private showroom,
she winked at Mark. Naturally, she was very careful that Joanne
did not notice.
Joanne was really amazed at the erotic nature of all the
clothes that were modeled for her. "Mark, do you think I could
be seen wearing some of these things?", she asked her husband
with obvious excitement in her voice.
"Of course you can. What good is it to have a hot body if you
don't show any of it?"
After ten minutes, it was obvious that Joanne wasn't going to
be shy about showing off her body. She repeatedly selected the
most revealing outfits, particularly the ones that exposed most
of her big tits. Joanne wanted to take one of the outfits with
her to wear that evening, but Mark replied, "No. You won't be
needing that. I have already selected what you will be wearing
tonight."
"Oh! Can I see it?"
"Later", her husband replied.
As they were walking to their car, Mark said, "Oh. Damn! I
forgot to give them the street address to deliver everything. Go
on to the car. I'll be right back."
Once in back in the store, he went up to Jeanine and said,
"Fantastic, Honey. She loved it! How about tonight? Did you
make the arrangements?"
"Oh yes. And I can assure the arrangements are perfect.
Remember the offer I made you three months ago. It still stands.
I wish you the best, but I also hope you will take me up on my
offer."
After rejoining his wife in the car, Joanne asked, "Where to
now. I just can't believe all this. Some of those outfits
really make me look like a hot slut, but I love them all!"
At 6:00 PM, Mark pulled into the valet parking area of the
Hilton hotel. "This is where we're staying this weekend. We
have dinner reservations at their five-star restaurant at 8 PM so
you will have plenty of time to get ready for the evening." Mrs.
Beverly Smith, Regional Manager, personally escorted them to
their accommodations. Joanne was breathless with excitement when
the doors opened to the bridal suite. She couldn't take her eyes
off of the huge, king-sized bed that dominated the center of the
room. "I hope you enjoy your stay with us. I'm sure you will.
Let me know personally if there is anything you require."
As soon as the doors closed leaving them alone, Joanne threw
herself into her husband's arms, kissed him passionately, her
mouth wide open, her tongue exploring inside his. "I'm feel like
I'm going cum just kissing you. Take me to bed, Stud, and fuck
your hot wife. I can't wait."
"Sorry. Fucking you right now is not part of the plan. You're
going to have to feel the wetness on your thighs until later
tonight. I promise you that you will be one totally fucked out
woman by morning."
"Really? You think you're man enough for that huh. Well,
we'll see. Now where is that outfit you promised me?"
"It's already laid out on the bed in the next room. You have
almost two hours to get ready for your hot date, you sexy Bitch."
Mark went into the suite's second bathroom, shaved, showered,
and got himself ready for dinner. He made two phone calls and
then turned on the TV to entertain himself while he waited for
his wife to appear.
At 7:30 PM, his wife emerged form the bedroom wearing the
Victoria's Secret outfit her husband had selected. Mark got an
instant erection. The black cocktail dress looked as if it were
sprayed onto her body. Every crevice, every curve was accented
and displayed. If the dress had come to her knees, she would
have been unable to move her legs sufficiently to walk. The
designer had, however, taken care of this problem by having the
dress end somewhat above midthigh. The embedded rhinestones all
gleamed in the overhead light. The dress left his wife's arms
shoulders bare. The plunging neckline exposed almost half of her
38DD tits. The black stilettos on her feet had silver
highlights, 4-inch spike heels, and a single strap around her
ankles. The light tan hose were a perfect match for the dress.
Her lips seemed wet from the red gloss on them, her eyes larger
because of the blue eye shadow and eyeliner around them.
"Let me see what's under it", her husband requested. Joanne
beamed with pleasure as he pulled the dress up enough for him to
see the bare thigh flesh above the thigh-high hose held in place
by the small garter clips descending from her garter belt. Her
white bikini panties were very thin. Her trimmed triangle of
bush could easily be seen above the top of her cunt.
"You are going to give every man in the place a hard-on in that
outfit and make every woman there furious with envy and
jealousy."
Moving next to her husband, Joanne breathed, "I'm so damn hot.
My pussy is already soaked. I can feel the wetness between my
thighs. I don't know if I can wait until after dinner."
"Too bad. You're going to have to wait. But before we leave,
I think you have forgotten a couple of things."
"What?"
"These things", said her husband extending two gift wrapped
boxes. "They come with the special recommendation of Mr. Samuel
Berkowitz of Berkowitz and Morrison, Inc."
Joanne opened the first box. She lifted the lid and stared at
the contents within, a pearl necklace whose individual stones
seemed to gleam with a subdued fire. She couldn't suppress her
gasp of astonishment. "Oh my gawd!.. her hand flew to mouth.
OOhhhhhh!"
"Allow me." Mark carefully placed the necklace around Joanne's
neck taking the opportunity to look down his wife's dress. "God..
you have big luscious tits... these pearls don't begin to do them
justice." She looked at her reflection in the large mirror. The
pearls were fire and ice at the same time.
"Oh please..fuck me now. I'm sooo damn hot."
"Later my hot slut. Don't forget the second box."
Her hands trembled as she removed the gift wrapping. Lifting
its lid, she stared at a ring resting with sedate elegance on a
linen cushion. The gleaming fire of the diamonds reflected a
dazzling array of blue and green light from the cluster of blue
sapphires and green emeralds surrounding the four brillants in
the ring's center. Joanne's legs failed her. She sank backwards
to the bed and began to sob, tears cascading down her cheeks.
Pulling his wife to her feet, Mark took her right hand and
slipped the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly. "A hot
stone for a hot, bit-titted, gorgeous woman."
When Joanne finally regained enough of her composure to speak,
she whispered in his ear: "For some reason, I know you won't
fuck me right now, but I want you to know that my cunt has never
in my whole life been more ready for cock than it is right now."
"Just wait. You have no idea how ready it's going to be later
tonight. Now its time for me to take my beautiful wife to
dinner. After you, my dear."
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The dinner at the Hilton's five-star restaurant was fantastic,
but Joanne could hardly sit still, she was so excited. She was
acutely aware of the gushing feminine secretions between her
thighs. Just as Mark had predicted, every man stared at her
half-exposed huge tits as she passed. Several of them continued
to stare afterwards, some going several times to the men's room
to be able to see them again. Every time they looked at her
tits, she felt her clit throb and her vagina contract. If she
thought she was hot back in their suite, she was on fire now.
She saw a man with his wife at the next table. She had her
back to Joanne; her husband was facing her. He continued to
stare at her tits. Joanne was having trouble breathing. His
stare seem to just enflame her. She realized that she wanted him
to see more. But how? They were in a public restaurant.
"I have to go to the ladies room", she whispered to her
husband. He nodded savoring the taste of the clam salad. As he
rose, Joanne moved one heels outward and turned her chair to
allow her to get up more easily. The action caused her legs to
spread wide. Even without looking, she knew the man was staring
between her open thighs. Her pussy throbbed.
When she returned, she did not immediately turn the chair back.
Instead, she sat with her legs out to the side rather than under
the concealing tablecloth. When she crossed them, the short
dress pulled higher exposing a large expanse of thigh to the man.
She glanced at him and saw his eyes moving back and forth
between her big tits and her nylon-clad legs. Joanne knew she
had his cock hard and couldn't help but wonder how big it was.
Her panties were already soaked with her cuntal secretions when
she went to the ladies room. They must be even more so now, she
thought.
By the time their entree arrived, she could smell the aroma
from her aroused cunt. The thought that other men could smell
her sent a new wave of contractions through her overheated
vagina.
When Mark finally took her back to their suite, she was in a
near sexual frenzy. Her husband dimmed the lights, but not so
much that he could not still clearly see Joanne's hot body. "Now
I'm going to give you the final present I've arranged for this
special occasion." He felt his wife's pelvis begin to hunch
against his erection in anticipation of what she knew her final
present was to be.
"It's not exactly what you think it's going to be. That's
certainly part of it, but there's more, much more. I want you to
enjoy it to the fullest.. no holding back.. no embarrassment..
no protests.. just sheer, incredible, hot sexual fulfillment. Do
you promise?"
"Ohh yesss, I promise..ooohhhhhh hurry..please hurry."
"Except for sounds of sexual heat and passion, you are not to
speak. Understand?"
"OOHHH GAWD..YES.. JUST PLEASE..PLEASE..HURRY..I'M ON FIRE."
Joanne felt him pull her into his arms. He kissed her
passionately, grinding his lips hard against hers, a hot, horny
male about to claim his female prize. She responded in kind, her
legs spreading about his so he could force his weapon against her
sex. She rotated her mound against his bulge, surrendering
herself to her master.
When she was pushed onto the bed on her back, she moaned.
"OOOhhh ... aren't you going to undress me?"
"Quiet", came her husband's commanding voice. I told you, do
not speak. I won't tell you again. Close your eyes.. now!"
His stern male voice thrilled her to the very core. She knew
she was already on the verge of her first orgasm. His hands
moved over her legs, up her thighs, brushing against the wetness
of her panties. She felt him exploring her belly through the
dress. Then they squeezed the swelling mounds of her 38DD tits.
Lips kissed their upper slopes; his fingers slipped into her
cleavage. She couldn't keep her hips still.
She purred as his hands engulfed both of tits cupping them.
The hand on her legs moved sensuously up and down. Another hand
was between her thighs caressing the bare flesh above the
stocking tops. Four hands!? Joanne's eyes snapped open!
Two men were kneeling beside her on the bed. Both were naked
and neither was her husband. He stood at the foot of the bed.
"Remember. Do not speak. No sounds except those of sexual
passion. I will be right here and later I will join the three of
you. Your job is to try to satisfy all of us with your hot new
body."
She looked back at her two lovers to be. Both were young,
probably in their early 20s, randy, virile, hard, with fully
loaded sex guns they intended to fire at her and in her for who
knows how long. The man on her left caressing her tits was
blonde headed, tanned, smoothly muscled, one of the sexiest men
she had ever seen. She looked down at his cock. It was fully
erect, standing almost vertical, big, throbbing, precum on its
open tip. She estimated he must be at least nine inches,
slightly bigger than her husband but not so much as to frighten
her. She felt a surge of desire looking at it.
Turning her head, she looked at her second lover. His ebony
skin gleamed in the dimmed light. Even more muscular than her
first lover, he appeared to also be in his early 20s, powerful,
masculine, ready to rut her. She could feel his hands on her
panties now, exploring her belly but not yet moving under the
garment. Her eyes moved to his surging, uncut cock. About the
same length as her white lover, she thought he was slightly
thicker.
"I'm Jim said her white lover. He's Lance. Let us know if
there is anything special you desire, otherwise, like your
husband says, don't speak, just moan, gasp, scream, and cum."
Jim bent over her and kissed her deeply. When he broke the
kiss, he reached for the bodice of her dress. "I can't wait to
see these incredible tits!" With that comment, he pulled the top
of her dress down letting both tits spring free, naked, nipples
hard and erect.
As soon as he bared both of her tits, her cunt contracted in a
hard spasm. Her clit throbbed again and again as Joanne's body
exploded into her first orgasm. Her entire body shook and
quivered. "Wow. You are one hot piece, Joanne", Jim said with
passion. Lance nodded his agreement, his hand between her
thighs. "Man, you should feel what her pussy is doing. It's
jerking like crazy."
Joanne continued to moan as her body quivered under the touch
of the two men. She felt Lance removing her heels and then
slowly stripping her stockings from her legs. Jim squeezed and
sucked her nipples making her continue to gasp and throb. The
men rolled her over and unzipped the dress. They easily lifted
her and removed it. Her bra quickly followed. Lance ordered her
to lift her hips. She couldn't do it fast enough. When she felt
him removing her panties, her cunt contracted and spurted
secretions onto her thighs and the bedding. She was naked now,
but not for long. Each man lifted one of her legs into the air,
spreading her open. They held them there while the put her heels
back on.
"Does it make you hot to know you're going to be fucked wearing
heels like a hot slutty whore?", Lance asked her. All Mark's
wife could do was moan.
Lance caressed her legs and thighs, not touching her pussy.
Jim worked over her tit flesh, kneading, sucking, twisting her
nipples, making her moan in helpless passion. "Big, hot, sexy
tits", he whispered in her ear. "I'm going to fuck them!"
Joannne's body began to quiver and shake. Jim threw his leg
across her chest, mounting her. His iron-hard, cock pushed
between her melons. "Squeeze them around my cock so I can fuck
your big tits", he ordered. She pressed them around the male
shaft. They easily engulfed him. Electric shocks shot through
her loins as he pinched both nipples and rammed the big phallus
back and forth between her tits. "Open your mouth!" As soon as
she did so, the big cock head began entering her every time he
thrust forward. She sucked it, licked it. Joanne's belly
convulsed, her cunt contracted. The men all watched the groaning
female go rigid and cum again.
Her body continued to quiver. She moaned continuously as
Lance's hands slowly rubbing of the inside of her thighs. As he
rubbed closer to her crotch, Mark watched his wife's legs spread
wider to give him room. Lance smiled down at her as her legs
opened. Mark knew her black lover could see her pussy opening
and closing.
Jim moved closer to Joanne's hips. Suddenly, she screamed and
arched her hips high off the bed. Mark could see why. Jim's hand
was buried between his wife's legs rubbing her hard, erect clit.
Her hips pounded up and down in time to the rubbing fingers.
Looking at her face, all three men could tell that she about to
cum again. Lance's hand joined Jim's on her pussy. As Jim began
to stroke her clitoris more rapidly, Lance pushed two large
fingers into the throbbing cunthole, finding the knob of flesh of
Joanne's G-spot. The men worked on her cunt steadily. Jim used
his free hand to squeeze her tits. Her legs went rigid; her hips
arched high; her sex juices squirted a foot into the air. The
helpless woman screamed in sexual climax.
When she finally came down from her sexual high, her two lovers
began showering kisses all over her body... her tits, her
nipples, her belly, her thighs, her mound, and then finally, onto
her open, pulsing clitoris and labia. They rolled her over onto
her belly and began rubbing her back, her buttocks. Finally, she
felt them spreading her buttocks open. Then there was a tongue
between her cheeks. Her fists began pounding the sheets in a
sexual frenzy. The tongue probed into her asshole. She came
again.
They didn't give her time to come down form her sexual high
this time. She was again rolled onto her back and two hard cocks
were presented to her lips. Jim ordered, "Open your mouth!" She
did as she was told and felt Jim's cock enter. She began
sucking. Back and forth, first Jim's hard organ. Then Lance
would enter her mouth. She thrilled to the feel of his uncut
cock in her mouth. Stripping back his foreskin again and again
to expose the sensitive head to her tongue and sucking mouth.
Joanne could stand no more. She spread her legs as wide as she
could, pulled them into the air, bent her knees, reached down and
used her fingers to open the wet hole of her cunt. "OOOHHHh
Please...PLEASE..SOMEBODY FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE."
Mark watched as Lance moved between his wife's thighs, mounted
her, and drove his large, black cock into her open hole. He was
amazed to see him smoothly slide his entire 9 inches into her on
the first stroke. Holding his wife's ass, he began to move in
and out of her pussy. Gradually, he fucked her harder and
harder, his body thudding against hers on every stroke,
whumpf...whumpf... whumpf, her big tits being jarred back and
forth by the force of the surging male shaft buried deep within
her expanded vagina. Their bodies slapped together as they
fucked each other. Joanne came again. Lance grunted loudly as
he ejaculated again and again into Joanne's waiting cunt.
Lance moved aside to allow Jim to mount the moaning woman. Her
pussy gaped open, a thick stream of semen ran steadily from her
sex hole. Jim entered her easily and fully on his first fuck
stroke, just as Lance had. Mark's wife locked her legs around
his buttocks and pulled him as deeply into her fuck saddle as she
could. She thrust her hips upward every time he rammed into her,
taking his weapon as deeply as possible. "Here it comes, Baby.
Take my hot load!" Jim's butt contracted again and again as he
ejected six huge streams of cum into the wide open, throbbing
cunt.
"My turn", said Lance. He flipped my wife over onto all fours,
she pulled her knees under her body so she could arch her ass
high for his cock. I saw her move her fingers onto her clit at
the same time Lance thrust his steel hard cock back into the
depths of my wife's throbbing cunt. She grunted when it thudded
into her womb. He pulled it all the way out. We all stared at
the huge hole his cock had made of her cunt. My wife moaned and
begged him to put it back it. He gave her want she wanted. A
few minutes later, Lance added his second load to the two already
in her.
After Lance had cum in her, I joined them on the bed. Once
more, I got her onto her back, spread her wide, and lowered my
mouth to her cum-filled cunt. She felt me licking her turgid
clit. Her vagina contracted in a hard spasm..again and again.
She came in less than two minutes. When I moved upward over her
sweat covered body, my wife grabbed my head and kissed me with
intense passion, tasting her own sexual juices and the cum of her
two lovers on my mouth and tongue. She whispered in my ear,
"ooohhh thank you..thank you.. thank you...I never ever imagined
sex could be this good....oooohhhhh god...please fuck me..fuck me
hard...cum in me..." I mounted her quickly, rammed my cock home
into her wet cunt, and fucked a fourth cum load into her in
record time.
The three of us continued all night long. By morning, I had
cum in her three times, while Jim and Lance had each unloaded
five times in my wife. Joanne had had dozens of orgasms. I fell
asleep twice during the night only to be awakened each time by my
wife moaning and grunting as one of her lovers fucked her yet
again. Once she was on top of Jim hammering her cunt up and down
the length of his cock. The second time, Lance had her on her
back, almost doubled up, driving his huge rod in and out of her
upturned pussy. When the sun came up, she was unable to move.
She lay on her back, her legs splayed wide, cum seeping from her
stretched pussy, her big tits heaving. I thanked Lance and Jim
for making my wife's anniversary present complete.
"Do you think we will get to fuck her again", asked Lance.
"Maybe. I don't know how my wife will react to all of this
once she comes down from her sexual high. I'll let you know."
We spent the next day in our suite, sleeping, kissing, making
gentle love. Joanne enjoyed several more orgasms, and I emptied
my sperm into her two more times.
Around 2 PM, I awoke enough to hear Joanne calling down for
room service. I immediately fell back into a deep sleep. It was
nearly 6 PM when I again awoke. Joanne was sleeping beside me,
naked. I shook her awake and said it was time to get cleaned up
and go for dinner. She just moaned and rolled over, asleep again
almost immediately. I got up, and went into the other bedroom of
our suite to take a shower and clean up for dinner. Afterwards,
I selected a clean suit from the closet, tossed it on the bed,
which was a total mess, while I put on my jockey shorts. Ten
minutes later, I was dressed. I realized I was starved, but I
had to wait another hour before my wife was finally ready for
dinner. Fortunately, the food from the room service my wife had
ordered was almost untouched so I ate some of that while I
waited.
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My plan had obviously worked beyond by best hopes. Four months
later, Joanne was a changed woman. There were no more temper
tantrums. She even took to pointing out sexy looking women to
me, asking me playfully how I would like to get my big cock into
them. Rather than hiding her body as she had done before, she
had turned into an exhibitionist using every opportunity to show
off her huge tits and legs. I loved every minute of it.
Obviously, other men did too. The best part was our sex life.
It was wild. All I had to do was work on her big tits and she
was ready to fuck. In fact, she often wore me completely out.
Life was fantastic.
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Part 2: Mark's Transformed Hotwife
The game day parties at our house were a perfect example of my
wife's new attitude. Prior to the transformation, two or three
guys would come over on Saturdays to watch all the football or
basketball on the tube. He had drinks, snacks, played some poker
occasionally. Now there were usually six to eight men sitting in
our den enjoying themselves. I didn't even have to ask them
over. They just showed up early and stayed late. It was great
fun.
The difference was Joanne. Before my plan, she hated those
small parties; now, she loved them. On Friday evening, she
busied herself in the kitchen preparing snacks, sometimes a full
meal, for the men she knew would show up on Saturday. While we
watched the game, she played the hostess and waitress, always
making sure everyone glasses remained full and the food kept
coming. When we played cards, she sat beside the table watching.
The outfit my wife chose to wear each Saturday was always
something we all eagerly anticipated. She varied it from week to
week, but it was always provocative and revealing. Sometimes it
was a brief halter that just barely contained her large breasts,
short shorts that hugged every crevice, with pantyhose and heels.
On other occasions, it was a skin-tight, low-cut sweater that
molded every curve, jeans that appeared to be two sizes too
small, and her ever present high heels. Every third week or so,
my wife would appear in a dress that showed her cleavage and a
lot of leg so that before long every man knew she had on
stockings and a garter belt underneath. Usually, she wore four
inch heels.
I half expected some of the men to make a play for Joanne. The
thought both disturbed and excited me. But while they all
enjoyed looking at my sexy wife, they never seemed to take it any
further. I was both surprised and somewhat disappointed. We all
just watched the games, played cards, talked some business. When
anyone got tired, they would take a short walk and then rejoin us
later. As I said, it was great fun.
I was also putting in less time at work so I could spend more
time with my sexy wife. She helped by hiring a high school boy
to take care of all the yard work so I didn't have to worry about
that chore when I came home. To give us even more time to enjoy
ourselves, Joanne hired a firm to take care of the house
cleaning.
The first indication that something might not be as I had
thought occurred while Joanne and I were having lunch at an
upscale, downtown restaurant. The seating area had upper and
lower levels with a two-foot elevation difference. My wife
always like to sit on the upper level, so we could see the other
people better, she said.
On this particular day, we were sipping our drinks when my wife
pointed out a very attractive woman sitting alone in the lower
level. She was facing us but unaware of our presence.
"What do you think of her", she asked calling my attention to
the woman.
"Very attractive, sexy", I commented, no longer fearful that my
wife would explode into a rage.
"What do you think is the hottest thing about her?"
"Her big tits. And I also like the looks of her legs but it's
hard to see them above her like this."
Joanne smiled, looked the woman over, and shocked me by saying,
"Why don't you go ask her if she would like to go somewhere and
fuck?"
I laughed. "Right. I'll just run right down there and ask
her. Maybe we could clear off her table and do it right there."
"I'm serious", my wife said sternly. "Of course, you can't
fuck her on the table. Take her some other place."
"I don't even know her. I've never seen her before. I can't
do that! Besides, I've got you. I'd much rather have you than
her."
"I know you would, Honey. But wouldn't it be hot, erotic fun
to fuck her? You can tell me all the hot details later when
you're between my thighs giving it to me. Go on. Do it."
I protested. "She will go nuts. Maybe slap me hard enough to
make my teeth rattle. Or she might file charges for harassment.
Who knows. I can't do that!"
"God.. I never realized what a scared wimp you really are. I
thought you were a virile man. You're just a little boy in a
man's body. Now either go down there and do it or I'm calling a
cab and going home by myself."
Obviously, Joanne wasn't going to give any choice in the
matter.
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I approached the woman's table, stood beside it, until she
looked up at me, an unspoken question in her eyes. "My name is
Mark Greyson. I own an engineering firm. I apologize for
disturbing you but I need to talk with you about a problem I
have. May I sit down?"
The striking brunette looked me over, cocked her head to one
side, pursed her full, sexy lips, and said, "If it's the problem
men usually want to talk to me about, get lost. If not, then
take a seat. I'm Mrs. Jennifer Carling."
"Thank you. My problem is not..definitely not, the problem you
might think I have." I paused for a moment to collect my
thoughts. "Don't look immediately. Try to make it seem that
you're looking for a waiter to order another drink or something,
but look up on the second level. There is an attractive blonde
sitting alone at a table there. Let me know when you've seen
her."
A moment later: "I see her. Very attractive, in a slutty sort
of way. So what?"
"That's my wife."
Now, it was Mrs. Jennifer Carling's turn to be surprised, even
shocked. "Your wife? Now that's a new approach. What about
her?"
I quickly related my wife's comments to Jennifer. "So you see
my problem. There appears to be no good result possible for me.
Worst case: You get furious, throw a drink in my face or slap
hell out of me and call the management. Somewhat better case but
still bad: You say "yes". Now what? I can't walk out with you
leaving my wife alone in this downtown area. That would be
dangerous for her. So I will have to back out and look like a
complete total fool in front of a beautiful woman."
Jennifer thought for moment, glanced again at my wife. "She's
really your wife? Can you prove it?"
I slipped my wallet from my coat pocket, opened it, and
displayed a photograph of Joanne. "You do have a real problem",
she said. "But I don't think you fully understand what that
problem is. It's not having to try to pick me up here...you're
actually done wonderfully well at that. Your real problem is
your wife. She's a bitch."
I felt compelled to defend my wife. "I think that's too
strong. She's just playing a sexual game with me..to get me
turned on for later in our bedroom."
"You miss the point. Your wife is cheating on you. My guess
is that she's fucking a dozen different men, maybe more."
Now I was shocked. "Why do you say that? How can you possibly
know something like that?"
"Women know, Mark. We can tell when men can't. For example:
Your wife always wants to sit on the upper level doesn't she?"
When I nodded, Jennifer continued, "Of course she does. She
likes showing off her thighs and those thin transparent panties
to all the men on the lower level who are looking up her dress
right now. They can see all of her thighs, the crotch of her
panties, the light brown triangle of her pubic hair at the top of
her pussy, and the ones with a better position can see her slit.
My guess is that she sometimes doesn't even wear panties. Isn't
that right?"
Again I nodded, dumbstruck. "She obviously gets off on
displaying her big tits. There are often a lot of men visiting
your house I bet. Workers all around, that sort of thing. Women
know, Mark. Other men are fucking your wife...a lot of other
men. Take my word for it. Now how can I help you with you
present problem?"
When I finally found my voice, I said, "I have no idea if
you're right or wrong about my wife, but here's my plan to get
myself out of this present predicament. I want you to smile at
me, then write some number down on a napkin, let my wife see you
giving it to me, and then smile as I leave to go back to my wife.
I'm going to tell her you that said you would love to see me,
but your husband will be here shortly. You asked me call later
at the number on the napkin. I'll give the napkin to my wife and
tell her she can throw it away."
"That's a very clever, very masculine solution. I love it."
Jennifer took two cards out of her purse and wrote something on
each one. She handed me the cards. "One of these is for your
wife. I've written my real home phone number on it along with my
email address. The other one is for you with the same
information and something else. Keep it hidden. I hope you will
use it sometime."
I looked at the two cards. The first was as Jennifer had
indicated. The second was same except she had also written:
"Call me and then Fuck Me".
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It had been two weeks since my conversation with Jennifer. I
couldn't get her comments about my wife out of my mind. She was
certainly correct about Joanne loving to show off her body now
that she had huge tits. But that didn't necessarily mean that
she was fucking other men. Somehow, I needed to find out for
myself.
She was alone everyday while I was at work. There was no
question that she had more than enough time and opportunity to
fuck around. Almost every Saturday, there were six or more of my
friends and acquaintances watching ball games and playing cards
in our house with my wife always showing off her body, but none
of them vanished for extended periods of time, and I was always
in the house.
At the next Saturday football party, I watched my wife and the
other men much more closely without being obvious that I was
doing it. Joanne was wearing a short dress, low-cut as usual,
heels but no stockings. She served snacks and drinks as usual,
bending low occasionally to let a lucky guy see her tits or her
thighs if they were behind her.
At one point, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Instead,
I slipped out the side door and carefully made my way around the
house until I could see into the kitchen. When I got there, I
saw my wife alone, but she had her hand under her dress and was
obviously masturbating. She must have been very excited because
after no more than 30 seconds, her body began to shake, her mouth
opened, and her tongue shot out. She suddenly doubled up,
squeezing her thighs tightly together about her hand that was
still between her thighs. After her orgasm ebbed,she stood up,
straightened her dress, washed her hands, and got some beers out
of the fridge. I never saw her with any of the men.
I returned to the bathroom, excited by seeing my wife fingering
her pussy and making herself cum, but also somewhat troubled.
Returning to the den where everyone was still involved with
watching the game, I realized something was wrong. If Joanne had
gotten so damn hot showing off her legs, tits, and ass to all the
men that she had to masturbate, why didn't she go to our bedroom,
lock the door, and do it right without having to worry about one
of the guys catching her with her hand in her pussy.
I casually looked at the 7 men seated around the room.
Everything seemed normal except Paul seemed uncomfortable. He
changed his posture three times, one after the other. His team
was on the 6 yard line threatening to score and he wasn't paying
attention to the game. I finally saw what his problem was. Mr.
Paul Canton had a woody, a very definite hard-on, that he was
trying to conceal. I quickly scanned the room again. This time
I noticed that Todd was looking at Paul rather than the game, his
eyebrows raised as if he waiting for an answer to a question that
he had asked. Keep my face toward the TV screen, my eyes darted
back to Paul just in time to see him shake his head slightly.
It was clear that something that was supposed to happen, didn't
happen as planned. And that something had given Paul an erection
so hard he couldn't get rid of it easily. Maybe he had
accidentally seen my wife with her fingers in her cunt and gotten
hard. Possible, but it didn't explain the silent exchange
between Todd and Paul. No. It had to be something else.
What could have occurred that prevented whatever was supposed
to have happened, I asked myself. The answer came in a flash. I
had left the room to go to the bathroom. This required that I
get up, leave the den and go to the hallway. A right turn takes
me to the bathroom and the downstairs bedrooms; a left turn would
have taken me directly to the kitchen. Paul was in there with my
wife and had to leave quickly through the dining room to avoid
me. I felt that I was getting close to the solution.
How had he known? I thought. It had to be an electronic
signal, like a pager, that could be activated by the touch of a
button held by one or more of the guys in the den. They might
even have some type of coded signals to tell the man with my wife
exactly where I was and the direction I was going. Wouldn't be
difficult. After all, most of the guys in the room were
engineers.
Once I had gotten this far, the rest was easy. Paul had gone
to the kitchen during an exciting part of the game to fuck my
wife. She was ready and waiting for him. They knew they didn't
have much time, so he must have started fucking Joanne as soon as
he got there. The anticipation of fucking my wife while I was
just a couple of rooms away would have been more than enough
excitement to get him hard as stone and ready to hammer it into
her. I didn't have any way to figure out how long he had been
fucking her before I got up and walked out of the room, forcing
someone to send the warning signal, but I knew it was long enough
to get them both hot and near orgasm, but not long enough for
either of them to cum. They sent the signal, he had to pull out
of my wife's cunt immediately and exit through the dining room.
Meanwhile, I was working my way around the house to the kitchen.
Paul had made his escape safely before I got there, but my wife
was so close to orgasm, she had to finish herself. I saw the
last 30 seconds of her doing just that.
Now I had an erection just like Paul. His looked like it was
ebbing; mine was hard as steel. The whole thing had to be well
organized and planned. One part of the plan had to be some
silent signal as to whose turn it was to fuck my wife. They
didn't dare risk any confusion on this point. But who would send
the signal and how would all of them be certain to see it? I was
still pondering this question, when Joanne entered.
"Hi guys", she said brightly. "How's the game going? Who's
winning? Who's for more beer or sandwiches?" Several men made
selections, and Joanne returned to the kitchen. A few minutes
later, she returned with a tray holding the orders. She moved
around the room handing each guy his order. When she came to
Paul, she smiled and handed him a beer, bending over in the
process as I had seen her do many times before. Paul had an
unobstructed view of my wife's tits and some of the others got to
see her bare thighs as her dress rode up. I now knew the signal.
Paul was getting a second turn because I had rudely interrupted
his first chance at my wife.
I waited. We all watched the game for another 10 minutes or 15
minutes. The Packers were driving again when Paul rose, walked
to the hallway and turned right toward the bathroom and the
downstairs bedrooms. I glanced at my wristwatch, relaxed, and
turned my full attention to the game, cheering when appropriate.
I wondered whether Paul was fucking my wife in the bathroom or
bedroom. Eleven and a half minutes later, Paul returned, took
his seat and resumed watching the game. This time he didn't have
an erection. My wife's pussy had taken care of that problem.
I continued to glance toward the hallway. A little over 12
minutes after Paul's return, I saw my wife come from the
direction of the bedrooms, stick her head into the room, smiled
brightly and asked, "Anyone need anything?" We all shook our
heads. Paul had already had what he needed the most.
The party had broken up around 10 PM after the last TV game. I
had stayed in the den the entire time except when I had to go to
the bathroom. Paula had flashed her tits at six of the seven
men. Each of them had waited until an exciting part of the game
and then exited to have a quick fuck with my wife either in the
house or somewhere outside. The only guy who didn't get a turn
with my wife was Todd. Seemed strange until I realized that he
had to be the guy with the signal device so he couldn't leave.
They must rotate that job, I mused.
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Now that I knew my wife was fucking other men, I wanted to see
her actually getting laid without her knowing that I knew. With
the resources of my engineering firm, it wasn't a big problem.
On Sunday after the Saturday party, Joanne told me she was
going shopping all day on Monday and to call her on her cell if I
needed to speak with her. I wondered if she intended to shop or
get fucked, but I was glad to have her out of the house for a
full day. It was all that I would need.
When Joanne's Avalon pulled out of our driveway on Monday
morning, I drove the company truck into our garage. Over the
next hour, I unloaded numerous digital recorders,
high-resolution, video sensors, directional microphones, and
computers with remote controls. I placed the recorders, whose
job it would be to faithfully record whatever the sensors and
microphones picked up, in the attic. I ran the connecting cables
down the spaces between the house's double walls. Now I had to
mount and hide the microphones and video pickups.
This proved very easy due to the very small, compact nature of
the sensors and microphones. Their signals would be passed
through the cables to the computers in the attic that would
record them. The microphones were placed in the base of lamps
near beds, in the upholstery of all the couches and chairs, and
in the foot and headboards of the beds. The video sensors
covered all chairs, couches, beds, the dining room and kitchen
tables, all rugs and carpets throughout the house. I even had
some covering some wall spaces just in case some randy guy might
decide to fuck my wife up against a wall. The signals picked up
by these video and audio sensors could later be converted into
actual high-resolution video and hi-fidelity sound.
I was ready for next Saturday's game party.
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As it turned out, I didn't have to wait until Saturday.
Wednesday night I decided to check out the equipment to see what
had been recorded on Tuesday. I told Joanne I had to work on an
important report in my study and would appreciate it if she would
handle all calls so I wouldn't be disturbed. She agreed as she
always does.
There were so many video sensors that it took awhile to check
them all. I used earphones so Joanne wouldn't hear the sound.
After 30 minutes, I was examining the recordings of the kitchen
area. The sensors on back door showed my wife opening the door
for a very young, well-built, dark-headed guy in a T shirt and
slacks. He looked to be about 17 or 18 years old. I had never
seen him before.
"Is it safe now? Is he gone?"
"Yeah. He's at work. Never comes home until 5 PM. We have
plenty of time, Honey."
"Oh god..I can't wait."
With that, he pulled my wife into his arms, kissed her
passionately while pulling her ass up tight against his bulge. I
got hard immediately. He led my wife out of the kitchen and the
screen showed nothing of interest. I switched to the sensors
covering the master bedroom. In moments, they entered, still
kissing as he pushed and half carried my wife toward the bed.
Once inside the room, my wife's sweater was pushed up over her
tits. Strong hands squeezed her big globes causing her to groan
in heat.
"Oh gawd, Hank... that just drives me wild. Take them
out..hurry."
Hank yanked my wife's bra down exposing both tits. Cupping
them, he sucked hard on her nipples, his hands kneading and
squeezing her firm tit flesh. When he switched nipples, I could
see the one that had just been sucked was erect and bulging. It
looked like it might be throbbing. Joanne's hips snapped back
and forth in fuck motions.
Hank kept it up for ten minutes. Then my wife screamed, her
body trembled and shook with the force of her orgasm, "OOOohhh
I'm cummingg...AAAHHHHH...CUMMING.." Hank had to hold her up.
Joanne's tits were squeezed and sucked again. It was easy to
see the shocks of pleasure rippling through her body. Her moans
filled my ears. On the screen, I watched Hank's free hand move
down to the hem of Joanne's dress. Lifting it up past her hips,
he exposed her pussy. Fingers slid easily between its wet lips.
Obviously, my wife had not worn panties on Tuesday morning. She
moved her legs wider, giving him more access.
My wife's hand went to his waist, undoing his belt. First his
pants, then his underpants fell to his ankles. His stiff cock
sprang free, and Joanne's fingers wrapped around it. Hank's
fingers were now pushing into my wife's vagina, his thumb rubbing
her clit. His cock was big, very big, two and a half to three
inches thick, at least 9 inches long.
Hank bent his knees until his cock nudged into Joanne's cunt
slit. Slowly, he straightened his legs causing the thick shaft
to sink inside and begin stretching her cunt. He pulled Joanne
tightly against his body, thrusting upward, driving it deeper and
deeper into her vagina. When it was fully buried, Hank began
fucking my wife. One long, forceful stroke after another pounded
her stretched pussy. His pubic bone hammered repeatedly against
her clit bringing gasps of pleasure. The thud of his pelvis
against her saddle mixed with her moans. She wrapped her arms
and legs around his body, grunting each time his cock pounded
into her.
Fully penetrated, my wife was pushed onto the bed on her back.
Immediately, she jerked her legs up high and back to give her
lover total access to her cunt. I could see him slowly
withdrawing until only the head was in her. Then he slammed his
cock back in. Joanne shrieked from the intense pleasure. A few
savage strokes later, she stiffened and cried out, "Jesus, I'm
cumming again!! OH YES!, YES."
Joanne exploded, her feet jerking wildly in the air, back and
forth, the heels pointing straight at the ceiling. Finally, her
orgasm ebbed, but Hank ignored her pleas to slow down for a bit.
He continued to hammer his cock in and out of my wife's cunt,
driving it into the hilt on every stroke. Her face contorted in
helpless passion, my wife began to grunt. Her legs wrapped
around her lover's butt, pulling him hard into her saddle, urging
him to make her cum again, to cum in her cunt. He did just that.
The video showed him ramming his cock into my wife a final time,
driving her hips into the mattress, stiffening, and shooting his
load of cream into her upturned cunt. Her juices and his cum
load squished out of her tightly plugged vagina.
Their sex play and fucking went on for several hours. He had
apparently stayed until 3 PM. I had to fast forward past most of
the action because of lack of time. I just counted the number of
orgasms my wife had had and how many times he had cum in her. I
counted at least five times for him, but I lost count of my
wife's orgasms.
At this point, I had a raging erection. My cock was so hard it
was painful. It took me less than a minute jerking my cock to
shoot out several large, thick jets of semen.
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I had to wait until Friday evening to view the recordings of
whatever had happened starting on Thursday. It turned out to be
more erotic than any porno video I had ever seen. I settled back
to watch, slowly stroking my very hard erection.
At 10:45 AM or so, the recordings show my wife entering the
den. She is wearing a transparent silk blouse that fits her
tightly. There is no bra underneath, so her tits and hard
nipples can be easily seen. Her tight skirt doesn't quite reach
midthigh. I can see that she is wearing stockings, but I can't
tell if they are held up by elastic tops or by a garter belt. I
also can't tell if she is wearing panties.
Joanne inserts a VHS tape in the player and in a moment, the
picture appears on the TV screen. I'm shocked when I see that it
is a video of a woman having sex with two men. She is on her
knees in front of them sucking first one, then the other until
both of the hard dicks are coated with her saliva. I don't
recognize anyone in the video.
At this point, my video screen shows a man entering our den
from the kitchen. Obviously, my wife has left the door open for
him. She pretends not to be aware of his presence. He moves
down the hallway until he can see my wife lying back on the couch
watching herself on the tape.
On the TV, the woman stops sucking and sits back to watch the
two men stroke their hard cocks. They begin to jack faster while
pointing their cocks at her face. My wife's visitor also has his
cock out stroking it. The men cum almost together and two thick
white streams land all over the woman's tits and chest.
My wife stands up and unzips her skirt. She pushes it down her
legs and off her feet. It is now obvious that her stockings are
being held in place by a small black garter belt and that she
wears no panties.
My wife sits back down on the couch, leans back, and parts her
legs as she again looks at the TV screen. The man watching from
the shadows of the hallway jerks his cock harder. The TV now
shows the woman lying on her back with a hard dick in her mouth
that pumps steadily in and out of her throat. The field of
vision expands and moves downward to show the second man working
his hard cock back and forth inside her pussy.
Joanne's hand strokes her thighs and the straps of her garter
belt. Her legs part wider giving the man watching her a better
view of her pussy. She pulls the blouse out of the way exposing
herself still more. Her fingers move to the flared lips of her
cunt; her hips thrust up and down as she watches herself sucking
and fucking the two men on the screen. She groans as her fingers
slide into the opening of her wet vagina.
The man in the hallway has a clear view of my wife's cunt. He
slowly pulls at his rigid penis staring at my wife sliding her
fingers in and out of her cunt. I can see the glistening wetness
on my wife's fingers. So I know the same thing is visible to the
voyeur watching her. I can guess what he's thinking.
Joanne pretends to see the man out of the corner of her eye.
She knows he's watching her masturbate. The thought sends
shivers through my wife. Looking right him, she spreads her legs
wider and inserts a second finger into her throbbing hole.
Ignoring the TV now, Joanne turns to face the mysterious man.
She stares at his rock-hard cock, its size and girth exciting
her. She unbuttons the silk blouse slowly, pulling it open as
she opens each button. More and more of her bra-less tits are
exposed. Her nipples come into view. Finally the last button is
undone. My wife slips the blouse off her shoulders, pulls her
shoulders back, and shows the man the huge 38DD cannons on her
chest. He can't help but see how hard her nipples are.
Now, my wife is naked except for her garter belt, stockings,
and 4 inch heels. In sexual heat, she pinches and twists her
nipples. She cups her huge tits, holding them up toward the man
in the shadows. Sliding her fingers back into the depths of her
wet cunt, she pulls them out, extends them, and beckons the man
to join her.
He doesn't need more of an invitation. On my screen, I see him
approaching my wife, taking her hand, sucking her juices from the
wet fingers, and then leading her down the hallway toward the
master bedroom. I have to switch cameras again.
By the time I have the recordings from the bedroom sensors
activated, he has my wife beside our bed, his mouth on hers,
kissing her deeply. I can see Joanne's mouth is open so his
tongue can probe its depths. His hands caress her ass; my wife's
hips start to rock against him, grinding her mound against his
hard dick.
The man breaks the kiss and presses my wife's body back onto
the bed. He watches her as he removes the rest of his clothing.
In the light now, I can see that his dick is about 8 inches in
length and two and half inches thick. I'm pleased that it is
smaller than mine. It jerks up and down and some precum coats
the head. I hear my wife moan as he climbs onto the bed with
her. Lying next to her, his hands explore her body while his
tongue probes back into her mouth.
My cock throbs as I watch my wife's hands wander over the man's
body. She slides her hands along his ass and feels it tighten
under her touch. Now I see her hand circle the hard phallus.
She jacks it slowly, causing it to jerk in her hand. Her
excitement builds. My wife's mouth is grinding hard against his.
Her lover's hand is on her thigh playing with the tops of her
stockings and the supporting garters. He moves it to her pussy
mound and the triangle of bush right above her erect clitoris.
Joanne's hips thrust against his hand. She spreads wider,
inviting him into her wet cavern.
My wife groans when his fingers move down to feel the moist
heat of her pussy. His fingers glide over the swollen, wet lips
surrounding her sex hole. Joanne's hips move upward trying to
capture the finger inside her hot, wet pussy. He continues to
tease her, denying her penetration. She whines, her hips thrust
higher, begging. He holds back. Again she thrusts her hips
high, holding them there. Finally, his finger sinks deep inside
her hot cunt. His thumb rubs rapidly against her hard, engorged
clit. Her legs lock, holding her hips off the bed. Her vagina
and clit erupt into throbbing spasms as my wife reaches her first
orgasm.
The man withdraws his fingers. Joanne moans with the loss. He
slides them into his mouth and sucks off her sex juices. Keeping
her legs spread wide, she waits. A deep groan escapes her mouth
as the man returns his finger to her pussy and drives it in deep.
After a few slow strokes, he pulls it free and coats her hard
nipples with her own juices. Joanne cannot suppress her cries
when she feels his fingers on her tits.
Her moans and gasps become louder when his mouth moves to her
hard, throbbing nipples, licking and sucking. His hand returns
to the throbbing hole between her legs. She grunts in hot
passion. He has two fingers in her now, and his mouth tortures
her huge tits.
Knowing how hot my wife gets when someone plays with her tits,
I didn't expect her to last long. She didn't. Her body arches
again as her throbbing cunt pushes her toward orgasm. Obviously,
the guy on her knew she was about to cum again. He sucked and
pumped her faster..harder. My wife's shrieks almost hurt my
eardrums. Her body exploded in her second orgasm.
Joanne is still throbbing in the midst of her second cum when
the man raises and bends her legs. He spreads her wide,
completely exposing her sex saddle and her wet, throbbing cunt.
She feels his breath on her pussy and tries to pull him deeper
into her saddle. He makes her wait, beg.
I listen to my wife moan in sexual heat as the tongue slides up
and down the length of her wet slit, up and over the tip of her
swollen clitoris. Her hips surge upward; she spreads her legs
wider, presenting her cunt to him.
Pushing her legs higher, the man shoves a pillow beneath my
wife's ass, elevating her hips into perfect fucking position.
Her legs are bent up and spread wide apart. With her ass lifted
off the bed, he has easy access to her core. Leaning forward, he
drives his tongue into the waiting hole. I see her thighs
tighten about his head; her hips thrusting her sex upward to meet
the tongue. From her expression, I know he has it in her, moving
it all over the throbbing clit, tongue fucking her. I can see
his lips grinding against the mouth of her cunt. Joanne's mouth
flies wide open, her tongue shoots out, rotating wildly,
caressing her lips. Her eyes clinch shut. Her hands grab her
tits and squeeze hard. Her hips jackhammer against the sucking
mouth. Then, she cums again, grunting like a depraved slut. The
man sucks hard on her throbbing clitoris. She screams in both
intense pleasure and pain.
I can see my wife struggling to make him stop. Her clit is too
sensitive. He ignores her, continuing to lick the throbbing knob
of flesh, making it jerk in repeated spasms. She locks her thighs
around his head and humps her pussy against him. Her eyes snap
open, she grunts loudly, over and over, as her fourth orgasm
wracks her body.
Her repeated orgasms have drained her, but she continues to
hump her pussy against the man's mouth. I can see the juices
running out of her vagina, soaking the pillow, and pooling
beneath her ass cheeks. The man finally removes his mouth from
her pussy. She lies on the bed, her ass elevated by the wet
pillow. I can see my wife's vagina opening and closing as small
spasms continue to run through her. She is desperate to have his
cock in her now.
The man is fully aware of my wife's need. He moves over her
body and settles into her sex saddle, mounting her. Her legs
spread around him. My view is blocked, but just looking at my
wife's face, I can tell precisely when his dick touches the
opening to her cunt. He is moving on her now.. not in and out
yet... but just sliding his sex gun up and down the length of her
cunt slit, and over the pulsing clit. My wife holds her body
close to him, begging him, waiting to be impaled on his shaft.
"OOhhh Please, put it in me... now... put it in."
Joanne is now moving her hand between their bodies, seeking his
cock. Her moan tells me she has found it. They move together as
she aligns the big head with the opening to her body. She pulls
him forward until the head enters. As her legs circle about him,
she lifts her hips waiting for him to fuck into her. I hear a
deep moan of female passion as his thick cock slides deep inside
my wife's sex hole.
Now its just a dominant male fucking his woman. His hips hit
hard against my wife's pelvis as his dick hammers against her
womb. Slowly, he pulls his throbbing shaft back till just the
head rests inside her pussy. After a long moment, he flexes his
hips hard, and I can tell that she can feel the fat head ramming
all the way back inside her pussy, filling her with throbbing
cock.
I expected him to cum in my wife right then, but after a few
more quick, hard strokes, he pulls his dick from her. They work
together to turn so that my wife is now on top riding him. She
sits hard on his stiff rod, mashing it against his belly. Her
hips move back and forth as she rubs its full length with her
pussy. I know the pressure on her clit is huge. My wife
continues to slide back and forth on him, rubbing it on the
outside of her pussy until she is close to cumming again.
Joanne raises up and places the fat cock head in her hole. Her
hips ram downward until his balls are mashed against her ass.
Pushing down hard, her hips rotate, fucking him, fucking herself
on his big cock. In moments, my wife is in the throes of her
fifth orgasm. I can see her ass cheeks clinching as her cunt
contracts about his dick. As the cock fucks in and out of my
wife, her wetness runs down his big shaft.
My wife falls forward to his chest unable to hold herself up.
I know the man must be wild to unload into my wife. After a few
moments, he begins to push up and down with his hips feeling the
muscles of her pussy tightening about his length. Gradually, he
increases the speed of his fucking and the force of his strokes
into my wife's cunt. She is starting to move her ass to meet him
and the tempo increases. His cock flashes in and out of my
wife's stretched cunt hole..all the way out...all the way in...
back and forth. Joanne is screaming. "OOOHHHHHHH GOD... DO
IT..NOW.. CUM IN MEEEEE.... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE.."
As Joanne nears her sixth orgasm, her stud grabs her ass cheeks
and rams her down against his dick. I know her pussy is
contracting hard like it always does, and I also know that his
cock must be throbbing and the fat head swelling inside her. The
thrust of his hips tell me that his sex gun is shooting!! The
thick, white froth being forced out of my wife's vagina by the
huge piston plowing in and out of her tells me that one huge cum
stream after another is being pumped deep inside her cunt.
A minute later, the mysterious man pulls himself out of my
wife's cunt, rises, and quickly dresses. He leaves as he
entered, through the kitchen doorway. My fucked-out wife
continues to lie on our bed unmoving, her legs wide open, her ass
still elevated on the soaked pillow, a thick, white river of cum
flowing from her gaping vagina.
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After seeing the incredible scenes from three days, there was
no longer any question. My wife was fucking a lot of other men.
Now that I knew this, I changed my plans for the party on
Saturday.
By 1 PM, I and seven other men were gathered in our den to
watch football and play some cards. No doubt they had plans to
fuck my wife. I was glad to see that Joanne had outdone herself
today. She looked like a wet dream. The black, wet-look, vinyl
miniskirt was no more than two inches below her ass crease. It
hugged her hips, ass, and thighs like a second skin. Above this,
my wife had on a low-cut, sweater. It was so tight that her big
38DD tits looked like they might tear out the garment's seams if
she took a deep breath. The neckline exposed half of her breasts
and the deep valley between her melons. She didn't appear to be
wearing a bra. She had on 5-inch spike heels and stockings. It
was hard to tell if they were elastic thigh-highs, stockings with
a garter belt, or pantyhose. Every man was wondering if she wore
any panties.
I had all the microphones and video sensors running, but I had
other plans for them today. The first game had started, Joanne
had served sandwiches, soft drinks and beer. I had watched to
see if she was giving the same sign as before, but either they
had changed the sign or it was too early. For 15 minutes, we ate
and watched the TV and my wife, who was sitting in one of the
chairs showing off her legs. No one left the room.
Reaching into my pants pocket, I pressed the "call" button on
my cell to ring the number I had previously entered. Our hallway
phone rang in response. Picking it up, I spoke to the imaginary
caller on the other end of the line:
"Hello. Oh, hi, Ted. What's up? ... Damn, they were supposed
to arrive later tonight. Why are they here so early?" I paused
as if listening to the response.
"Can anyone at the office pick them up?" Why not?" "They want
to sign the contracts today? What's the matter with tomorrow
like we planned?"
"Yeah, you're right. It's not your fault. Ok. I'll go to the
airport and pick them up. We should be back at the office by 4
PM. See you then."
Shaking my head as I dropped the phone onto its cradle. "Look
guys, I'm really sorry. That was Ted from my office. A group
from New York is flying in early to sign contracts with our firm.
I thought they were coming in around 10 PM tonight and we would
take care of business tomorrow, but they want to finish it today.
I have to go to the airport, pick them up, go back to the
office, complete the transactions, take them to dinner, and then
back to the airport. There's no way I can be back before 10 PM.
I have to leave now, but there's no reason for all of you to miss
the games or all the refreshments and food my wife has prepared.
There's enough to have a good poker game without me. Go ahead
and enjoy yourselves. See you next week."
No seemed very upset with my having to leave like this, a fact
which didn't surprise me in the least. Joanne kissed me and said
she was sorry I would miss the football and the poker, but she
didn't mean it either. Ten minutes later, I drove out of our
driveway and headed toward the freeway.
A mile from the house, I pulled into the parking lot of the
Holiday Inn and went inside. I ordered a beer and watched the
game on the TV above the bar for about 30 minutes. I figured
that was long enough for the party to have started at home.
Taking a back road, I pulled onto the dirt road leading into the
woods behind our edition. It was easy finding the opening in the
trees I had located the day before. Parking the car, I carefully
picked my way through the dense foliage until I was directly
behind our house.
I used the outside steps leading to our second floor deck we
had installed as a combination deck/fire escape a few years
previously. Unlocking the door, I entered one of the upstairs
guest bedrooms. I could hear the TV from downstairs. Making my
way down the hallway, I entered my study where I had all of the
computers and controls for the audio and video sensors spread
throughout the house. Making myself comfortable, I settled down
to watch the proceedings on the various hi-resolution color
monitors and listened using my high-fidelity earphones.
I flicked the controls to access the sensors in the den.
Immediately, the monitor lit up a vividly clear picture of the
interior of the room. The picture was so clear, I could have
easily watched the game from my study. The game was into the
second quarter, but there was no one in the room watching.
I flicked the switch to bring up the kitchen area. It too was
empty. Making the obvious choice, I brought up the scene in the
master bedroom, and found all my guests and my wife. Todd and
Brian were both naked as were most of the rest of the men. They
had Joanne sandwiched between their bodies, Todd in front, Brian
pressed against her ass. I assumed that Todd was getting to go
first because he hadn't gotten any the previous week since he had
had to stay in the den to signal the others when I was moving
about the house.
Brian reached around Joanne's shoulders and yanked the sweater
down. She wasn't wearing a bra and her tits both popped out.
When Brian released the sweater, it thrust them up and out, right
into Todd's sucking mouth. Joanne's eyes closed as she felt her
nipples being sucked hard. While Todd sucked, Brian cupped her
big melons and fed them into Todd's mouth.
I moved a lever and instantly, a close up showing just Todd's
mouth and my wife's tits filled the screen and was duly recorded.
Switching from tit to tit, Todd worked her nipples until they
were both red and swollen. Joanne had started to moan. Brian
squeezed hard on one tit while Toss bit the nipple. She
convulsed between them, obviously cumming.
The other five men sat around the room watching and waiting
their turn with my hot wife. Brian worked her tight skirt up to
her waist. I zoomed the optical sensor in on my wife's crotch.
The picture filling the screen showed her bare cunt, no panties.
The sharpness of the picture clearly allowed me to see the
wetness running down her thighs from her orgasm. Brian's finger
moved to her clit and began to jack the erect stem like a small
cock. Joanne's hips snapped back and forth in fuck motions.
She bent over thrusting her ass back toward Brian. He worked
his cock up her cunt as Todd inserted a finger into her ass. My
wife moaned, "Ohhh Fuck it good, Use me." As Brian rammed in and
out of the squishing pit, my video equipment recording every
thrust; the audio her every gasp and moan. Todd had now worked 3
fingers up Joanne's ass. He withdrew and pulled her ass wide
open.
"Brian, her ass. Get her ass!"
I again focused the video sensor on my wife's cunt where the
cock was dragged out and pushed against her asshole. She moaned
loudly as his entry was vividly displayed on the screen in front
of me. Joanne bent over further to allow the cock to slid all
the way into her ass. Brian hammered it in hard until his balls
started banging against her cunt lips. Todd's hand was on her
cunt, his fingers working her clitoris as the man behind her
fucked her ass.
After a few minutes of intense fucking, Brian's legs stiffened.
There was no doubt that he was pumping his hot, thick cock cream
into Joanne's ass. As soon as he pulled out of my wife, Todd
lifted her, centered his rock-hard dick on the opening to her
vagina, and dropped her onto his cock. I saw him sink all the
way into her hole. Using his hands on her hips, he bounced my
wife up and down on his impaling shaft. Saliva ran from Joanne's
mouth as she took the fucking. In moments, she came again. The
semen I could see running down her thighs showed that she had
just received a second cum load up her pussy.
Todd pulled out of her and told her to get on the bed. The
spread had been removed and Paul and John put two pillows under
her ass as she lay back on the bed. Joanne looked like a total
whore. Still dressed, she had her sweater pulled down below her
tits, her miniskirt shoved up high on her hips, stockings held up
by her garters, the five-inch heels planted on the bed, steepling
her knees, and her legs wide open. I quickly focused the video
on her gaping cunt, a stream of cum oozing from it.
"Make yourself cum, Honey. Finger it. Make it cum", the men
all chanted.
Joanne's hand flew to her pussy. In just moments, she was
furiously driving two fingers in and out of her vagina while her
other hand worked feverishly on her engorged clitoris. Her hips
hunched up and down as she masturbated in front of the men. My
computers caught every fuck stroke she made into her open cunt.
The men around her were operating several video cameras; two were
taking digital photos of my wife.
Joanne's body shook as she came, her flashing hand causing the
squirting juices to fly all over her belly and thighs. Rolling
on her side in the fetal position, her hand still buried in her
throbbing pussy, she moaned in the throes of orgasm. Paul could
take no more. Climbing on the bed, his cock at rigid attention,
he tried to get my wife onto her back so he could fuck her. She
was still curled up, shaking in her orgasm, and he had no luck.
But he had apparently fucked my wife enough to know what to do.
Bending over her trembling body, he squeezed her tit and sucked
the nipple hard. A deep moan escaped my wife's throat. Gasping,
she rolled onto her back and climbed back onto the pillows.
Adjusting them under her ass, she flung her legs wide, thrust her
hips upward and held them in place, presenting her dilated cunt
to him.
Paul mounted her, shoving her legs up and back, he centered his
cock. I watched it slide smoothly into the depths of her vagina.
He fucked my wife with hard, driving stokes, burying his cock
into the bottom of her cunt on every thrust. She wrapped her
legs around his hips, grunting every time her throbbing pussy
sheathed the loaded sex gun. I zoomed in on his butt. The
screen showed it contracting repeatedly as he emptied himself
into my wife.
As soon as Paul finished, John pulled him out of my wife and
took his place. Joanne kept her legs up and wide open as she
waited for the next cock. Moments later, she got it. She began
to cum as soon as it entered her. She was still cumming when
John shot the fourth cum load into her.
David, Karl, and Steve surrounded the bed, wild to get into my
throbbing wife. John dismounted and Karl got between her thighs.
A thick white stream of semen was running out of her cunt. He
dipped his rigid cock into her cum-filled orifice until it was
lubricated. Then he and David turned my wife over. A third
pillow was thrust under her hips to elevate her ass high. David
held her cheeks open while Karl fitted his cock into her crevice.
Her ass was still stretched from Brian ass fucking. On the
screen, I saw karl's cock enter her without any resistance.
Her second ass fucking didn't last long. Karl was just too
hard and hot to control his orgasm. In less than a minute, he
had cum inside Joanne's ass. David immediately rose behind her
elevated hips, put his cock against the gaping hole and pushed it
smoothly into her depths. As he fucked her ass, Steve pulled her
head up by her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. She
sucked him all the way in. For the next few minutes, I watched
my wife's body being jarred back and forth between her two studs.
Halfway to the end, her mouth flew open as she came again. The
contractions of her ass caused David to shoot off in her. When
he had finished, she resumed sucking Steve until he delivered his
load into her belly.
I my study, I spurted several thick streams of cum all over my
chest.
After the wild orgy, the men put on their shorts and returned
to the den to eat and watch more of the game. My wife laid on
the bed, her ass still elevated by the pillows for 15 minutes or
so. When she did return to the den, she had stripped off her
skirt and sweater and waited on the men wearing only garter belt,
stockings, and heels.
For the next two hours, everyone watched the game. Eventually,
someone would get hard and go fuck my wife again or have her
suck. By 6 PM, all seven men had emptied another load of cum
into my wife. She was a total mess. I zoomed in repeatedly to
obtain views of cum coating her face and mouth, or of her juices
and semen running from her vagina. After Todd fucked her ass, I
got an incredible shot of the huge gaping hole between her ass
cheeks.
By 8 PM all the games were over and the men gathered up their
clothes to leave. Joanne was lying on the couch totally
exhausted. Paul and Steve helped her to the shower, got in with
her, and washed her body. She was recovered enough to fix her
makeup and comb her hair as they got dressed. When the last man
left, my wife was quite presentable. She had put on a
nightgown, robe, and slippers for my return.
An hour later, I drove my car into our garage.
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On Sunday, I cut a DVD using excerpts from the various digital
recordings I had made during the week. It was time to face my
wife and decide what we were going to do. After breakfast, I
handed her the DVD and told her to go watch it in the master
bedroom. "I'll be waiting in the den to discuss things with you
after you've seen it."
It was two hours before Joanne returned to the den. Her eyes
were red. She had obviously been crying for a long time, but was
now reasonably calm and collected. She sat on the sofa opposite
me.
"There's nothing I can say. Saying 'I'm sorry' is just too
trite for words. Obviously, you want a divorce. I won't contest
it in any way. You don't even have to provide me any alimony or
support. I don't deserve anything. Everything is yours. I'll
move out whenever you tell me to. I would like to have some time
to pack my things." She started to sob again.
I moved beside her on the couch, took her in my arms, kissed
her softly, and then held her tightly against my body as she
shook. "I don't want you to move out. I don't want a divorce.
There's no way I'm going to let the most beautiful, sexy woman
I've ever seen go."
"But how can you possibly stand to be with me after seeing the
way I've behaved? You must be revolted by me."
"I was hurt, certainly. Not so much by your having sex with
other men. That actually excited me, got me incredibly hard
watching you do it. Mostly what hurt was the fact that you
wouldn't tell me, share with me. Why? That's what I want you to
tell me. Why didn't you trust me?"
"Do you really mean that", she asked, still shaking.
I kissed her again, this time much harder and more
passionately. I put her hand over my bulge so she could feel how
hard I was. "Would you like for me to make love to you right now
to prove it?"
She threw her body against me. In moments, she had me on my
back, grinding herself against my hardness. "Oohhh gawd! You're
incredible! Better than all those other men put together.."
I pulled her skirt higher on her thighs, feeling the thrust of
her hips and ass against me. She kissed me hotly, and then
softly, moving up to kiss both of my eyes. "Wait, wait", she
breathed. "Don't fuck me yet. Let me tell you everything. Then
if you still want me, I'm yours forever."
"I want you. Period! For the rest of our lives. You don't
have to tell me."
"No. I want to tell you. Everything. Every detail. I want
you to know, so if you still want me, I'll know you want me
knowing everything, not because I've kept the real me hidden."
"All right. I'm listening."
My wife began her story:
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"First, I need for you to understand what things were like for
me before our tenth anniversary at the Hilton. My breasts never
really developed as I was growing up. You already know that. I
was as flat as any boy in my high school class. Guys call some
overweight girls, "fatty". They called me "flatty" or "no-tits".
Even the other girls made fun of me. I once heard one of them
ask a group of guys if they liked playing with their girl's tits
on a date. When they all said they did, she said, "Then you
better be sure not to date Joanne."
"I just can't describe how humiliated I was. I was afraid to
go out with a guy for fear he would feel my non-existent boobs
and break out laughing. I didn't take dates; I didn't go to
parties. When I graduated from high school, I had only kissed
two boys a few times each."
"It was the same in college. I was afraid of men; afraid they
would laugh at me. I continued like this until I met you. You
were so persistent, I finally agreed to go out with you. But I
spent our entire first date fearful of what was going to happen.
I think you realized the problem. You always commented on how
good I looked; how pleased you were that I was dating you. I'm
sure you remember how long it took before you were able to
persuade me to have sex with you. You knew I had to be a virgin
and were incredibly sensitive and careful with me that first
time. Even so, I was embarrassed when you removed my blouse.
When you were finally in me, screwing me, I just knew that you
had to be disgusted; that you had to feel like you were doing it
with a guy rather than a woman. I couldn't have an orgasm I was
so disgusted with myself."
"I was amazed when you asked me to marry you. I didn't
understand why you would want to marry a woman who looked like a
boy. After we were married, I always wanted to have sex in the
dark so you wouldn't see my flat chest. And you well know what
would happen if you ever dared to look at some big-titted woman
anywhere. I screamed, shouted, called you a dirty pervert and
worse. I behaved like a 6-year old little girl and I couldn't
stop myself from doing it. I assumed we would divorce, and I'm
sure we would have if you hadn't done the most beautiful thing
any man has ever done for a woman."
At this point, I tried to stop my wife, but she held up her
hand. "Please, don't stop me. You need to hear all of this to
understand."
"After the operation, I felt like I had been transformed into a
different person. I couldn't believe how gorgeous and sexy I
looked with my huge new breasts. I'm sure you noticed how the
intensity and frequency of my orgasms increased when we made
love. For the first time in my life, I was beginning to
understand the joy in being a woman."
"Then came our tenth anniversary and that incredible night at
the Hilton when you gave me the most marvelous sexual experience
any woman has ever had. I can't even begin to describe how that
night changed me. Those two men, Jim and Lance.. gawd..I don't
know where you found them, but they are every woman's wet dream.
Big, hard muscled men, sleek, sinfully handsome, virile, with
huge, hard cocks and cum-filled balls that it made my pussy throb
just to look at them. And best of all, I knew their cocks were
hard for me. They liked my big tits and my body. I absolutely
knew what they intended to do with me. They were going to feel
me..every crevice..every hole. Then they were going to spread me
and fuck me. They would make me cum and fill my cunt with their
huge cum loads. I could see how hot and hard I had them. They
were going to fuck me, screw me, ravish me, over and over and
over. They were hard males in hot rut and I was the female who
had gotten them that way and they were going to use my hot body
for their pleasure. I had an orgasm almost immediately, but I
still had no idea what was to come."
"They mounted my chest and I was tit fucked for the first time
in my life. The sheer lust I felt as those monster cocks rammed
back and forth between my tits was unlike anything I had ever
felt before. When they fingered me, I knew they were doing it to
make me cum, to make my cunt wet and slick to take those big
cocks. But they didn't just make me cum; they made my cunt
explode. I came again when they had me suck and even harder when
they licked and sucked me. Then the fucking started. Oh Gawd!
They used me and fucked me like a hot whore, and I loved every
single second of it. I was having almost continuous orgasms.
Then you joined in and I had three men on me, in me, using me.
Three men with huge throbbing cocks that needed a woman, and I
was that woman."
"Load after load of cum was shot into me. The feeling was
delicious, wicked. I felt it running down my thighs, into the
crack of my ass, seeping out of my stretched cunt. I was a
woman! A bit-titted, hot woman who was getting it from three,
THREE, hung studs at the same time. And it went on all
night..all night! Occasionally, the sex would stop and I would
fall asleep. But then another big cock would push into me,
sometimes in my drenched cunt, other times into my ass, and the
fucking would start again. Once Lance pushed my legs apart and
rolled on top of me. I told him I was too tired. He kissed me
hard and whispered in my ear, "Listen, you hot sexy Bitch. Your
dynamite tits and hot cunt have me so damn hard it hurts. Now
open your legs so I can fuck you!" Oh Mark..I had an orgasm when
he said that. I couldn't get my legs up and spread fast enough.
I just yanked them into the air and told him to fuck me like a
whore. He rammed it in and I came again."
"By the time they left the next morning, I realized that all my
life I had actually been a hot, slutty whore, but didn't know it
because I was so ashamed of my flat chest, I couldn't get any
pleasure from sex. You thought you had married a very shy,
child-woman, but in reality, your wife is a just a dirty slut."
"The next day, we stayed in the suite, slept, made love. I
woke up around 2 PM. Instead of being satiated, I was hot, my
pussy dripping wet. I wanted to be fucked again. Hard, by a
stud wild to get into me. You had already cum five times and
were sound asleep, exhausted. I didn't give it a second thought.
My cunt wanted to be filled again with cock. I called for room
service and ordered some sandwiches and a bottle of champagne. I
could hardly believe it was my voice telling the guy on the phone
to have it delivered by a young, horny guy."
"I put on my heels and a transparent blouse, nothing else. It
didn't cover either my ass or my cunt. I answered the door just
like that. It was a Latino guy, mid 20s. He liked what he saw.
I held my finger to my lips indicating that he should be quite.
He nodded and led me into the other bedroom. He got rid of my
blouse in record time and started sucking my tits. I started
shaking. He told me I was one hot Bitch. Then he spun me around
and ordered me to bend over the bed. He took his cock out and
rammed it into me. I came almost immediately. After he had cum,
he got undressed and into bed with me. He stayed for over an
hour and fucked me two more times, once in my cunt, the last time
in my ass. I just loved it."
"When you were getting dressed for dinner, I realized that I
hadn't made the bed and thought you might figure out that I had
been screwed while you were sleeping."
"I did notice the bed", I said. "But I didn't make the
connection."
Joanne laughed. "That's OK. Don't worry about it. The room
service guy made all the connections I needed that afternoon.
Well, I hope that explains why I've been behaving like a whore.
It's because I am a dirty whore, and you deserve better."
"You're the woman I want. I told you that. Right now you have
my cock hard. Get it even harder. Tell me how you got started
with the guys who come over to watch football."
"I'm sure you've already figured that out. There was no way I
could resist dressing hot for all those men every Saturday. I
had never before been able to excite men so much. Now, I knew I
could get their cocks really hard, and I couldn't resist doing
it. It was just intoxicating for me. Before the games were half
over, I would always be wet and hot, but since you were always
present, fucking seemed to be impossible even though I knew they
wanted me."
"About two months ago, Karl came by the house on Friday morning
to see if they needed to bring anything for the party the next
day. They often do that, so I didn't give it much thought. I
told him that I thought we had everything that I would need but
to wait a moment while I looked in the fridge. I was wearing the
short green skirt and matching blouse outfit you like so well.
While checking the beer supply on the top shelf, I saw Karl's
reflection in one of the glass panels inside the fridge. He was
standing behind me looking down at my thighs, which had been
exposed when I bent over."
"My pussy throbbed as soon as I knew he was getting excited
looking at me. Without turning around, I said, "The beer supply
is OK. Let's see about the soft drinks." You know we keep those
on the second shelf, so I had to bend even more. I could feel
that my skirt was now almost up to my panties. "You might stop
by and pick up some more cokes and 7-up for mix before you come
out tomorrow. We're a little short."
From behind me, Karl asked, "How about the dip. You got enough
of that? Not everyone likes the same kind."
I knew we had more than enough, but I couldn't resist. "We
keep all that stuff in the crisper at the bottom. I'll check it
out." Of course, I could have bent my knees, but I wanted him to
see me, so I bent over at the waist until my head was about even
with my knees. My skirt was now way up over my ass. With the
panties I had on, I figured he could see just about everything.
I pretended to search around in the crisper to check out all the
dip giving him plenty of time to enjoy the view. Finally, I
said, I think it's full. We don't need anymore."
"Karl moved up behind me, his bulge pressing against my ass. I
stayed in position for him. Then he said, "Your fridge may be
full, but your pussy isn't. Does that need to be filled?"
"What did you say?", I asked, my cock now raging hard in my
pants.
"Nothing. I just bent over even more and waited. A second
later, my panties were being pulled over my buttocks, baring my
ass. Then down my legs. I stepped out of them and moved my feet
further apart. His zipper came down. I gasped when his cock
pressed against my pussy. He swabbed it up and down my slit
getting it wet and ready. The swabbing motion continued until my
pussy was wide open. When I felt my lips slide over the big
head, I pushed back sinking it in all the way. He fucked me like
that for five minutes until I had cum. I stayed bent over
waiting for Karl to finish fucking me. Instead, he pulled out
and led me into the bedroom where we spent the next 30 minutes
having sex."
"How many times did he cum in you?"
"Twice. I got off four more times. After that, everything
just happened naturally. Karl told John about fucking me. I had
been showing off to him for weeks and he was fed up with my
cockteasing. He came by a couple of days after Karl had fucked
me, and gave it to me in our bedroom. A week later, everyone
except Steve had gotten into me. They worked out an elaborate
scheme that would let us have sex on Saturdays even when you were
present."
"I know about that. Who is this young guy Hank?"
"He's the high school boy I hired to take care of the yard
work. I'm sorry. There was just no way I could resist. He's a
1st string linebacker on his high school football team. Really
sexy body, but then you saw him so you already know that. The
first time he came to mow the lawn, I was wearing a halter, my
really tight shorts, and heels, but he just ignored me. The same
thing happened the second time. I thought he might be gay."
"The third time I wore the bikini we bought at Victoria's
Secret. I laid on the patio with a book while he was mowing the
back yard. Gradually, I pulled the bra lower until my nipples
were peaking over the top. At the same time, I kept moving my
legs further apart."
"I had just about given up, when Hank stopped mowing, walked
over and stood right by the foot of the lounge chair, openly
staring at me. I had his cock so hard, it tented his shorts. I
couldn't take my eyes off of it and he knew it. Just like that,
he reversed our roles."
"He unzipped and dropped his shorts. His cock was just huge.
Three inches poked out the top of his briefs. He pulled them
down to let it out. It was rigid with lust, capped by a big
purple head with a strand of precum hanging from its tip. He
straddled the lounge chair and flexed his cock so I could see its
full girth and its iron rigidity. The strand of precum broke and
splattered over my thigh. It was the sexiest thing I had ever
seen."
"Hank ordered me to show him my tits. Just like that.."Pull
your bra down. Show them to me", he said. I yanked it down and
cupped them for him. His cock jerked twice in the air, flexed
again forcing another strand of precum to form. He looked at my
naked tits and said, "Lady, you have the hottest looking tits
I've ever seen."
Then he looked between my legs and told me to spread them. I
opened them wider but he wasn't satisfied. He told me to get
them up in the air. I raised my legs, bending them, pulling them
back. I could feel the crotch of the bikini sliding into my
slit. He removed his briefs, took hold of my hips and pulled me
toward him. I suggested we go in the house. He just said,
"After I fuck you, we'll go in the house."
"He fucked you right there on our patio?", I questioned.
"Right there. He didn't even take off my bikini. He just
pulled the crotch aside to expose my cunt and mounted me. About
half of his cock sank into me on the first thrust. He worked it
back and forth getting it wet. Holding my ass, half of that big
cock stuck into me, I heard him ask if I was ready. I just
moaned and then felt more cock going in. He was squeezing my
tits telling me how tight my pussy was when another two inches
entered me. More fucking until finally he had all of it in me.
Then he gave it to me like a wild bull. I just laid on that
lounge chair, cumming and cumming getting fucked by that hot
stud. Later he took me to our bedroom and spent two more hours
with me. He's been fucking me several times a week ever since."
"Several times a week?" I couldn't suppress a groan.
"I'm sorry, Mark. I just can't help it. It isn't so much the
sex. It's the fact that this young guy is so hot, so hard and
lusty, so wild to get into me, I just can't say no... ever. Do
you still want to stay with me?"
"More than ever", I whispered in her ear.
"Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Not yet. I want you to tell me about the guy who just walked
into our house, watched you masturbate, and then fucked you. And
what about that movie? It was you with two men. I want to know
all about that. Who was that guy?"
"I don't know who he is. I don't know his name. I'd never
seen him before he showed up and fucked me."
"How could that happen?" I asked, more than a little stunned.
"You remember Jeanine Larsen, don't you? You know, the woman
who runs Victoria's Secret.. the one who found Jim and Lance, the
two men who fucked me at the Hilton on our wedding anniversary.
Well, two months ago, I stopped by Victoria's to see if they had
any new clothes I might like. We got to chatting and ended up
going to lunch together. During lunch, she asked me how I liked
Jim and Lance. Once I started telling her about all the hot sex
I had had with them, I just got carried away. I told her about
Hank and some of Saturday crowd. After an hour of girl-girl sex
talk, we were both excited."
"She finally told me about a private men's club that she and
her male partner, Roger, run. Basically, it's a rather exclusive
sex club with very large dues and membership fees. Jeanine said
that all the members are very rich men, usually with some special
fetish that they like to indulge. She and Roger arrange two
meetings a month for the members. They also set up "special
events" for individual members for additional fees. I was so
curious that there was no way I could resist asking her to tell
me about some of the "special events". By the time she finished,
I was dripping wet and rubbing my pussy."
"She saw how excited I had gotten, so she asked me if I would
be interested in helping them provide some "special events" for a
25% commission. I was so turned on, I would have done it for
free actually."
"So far, I've done three of these things. The man you saw
fucking me last week was one such "special event". He wanted to
just walk into a married woman's house, spy on her while she's
masturbating, and then fuck her in her own bedroom without ever
saying a single word."
"What were the other two "special events" about?"
"One was a man about 50 who wanted to take sexy digital
pictures of a married housewife and then video of her
masturbating and being fucked by a hugely hung black stud.
Jeanine and Roger set it all up. She found the black stud, and
all of them came to our house one morning just after you had left
for work."
"Did you like doing it? Did you cum?"
"I was nervous at first but I got really turned on when I saw
how hot the men were getting watching me spread wide for the
photo shoot and then masturbating with a vibrator and a big dildo
in front of them. I ended up cumming several times doing that
and then a lot more when the black guy started fucking me."
"How big was his cock? How did he fuck you?"
"About 12 inches and incredibly thick. It was awesome. He made
me suck it. There was no way I could get all of him in my mouth,
but I really tried. He made me lie on the bed with my head
hanging over the edge so my mouth and throat were a straight
tube. I had to really stretch my mouth wide open to let him get
the head in. But once he had it in me, he just pushed it
straight down my throat. I gagged so he stopped until the reflex
passed then he shoved it all the way in and told me to suck."
Joanne looked at her husband. "You're hard aren't. Really
hard." She moved beside him, took out his throbbing 9" cock,
stroking it up and down as she continued.
"Oh did I suck! As hard as I could. He began pulling it back
out until only 6" was still in my mouth. He ordered me to open
wider..I did and he fucked it all the way back in...back and
forth.. fucking my mouth like it was my cunt. I could see him
watching my tits bounce while he fucked my mouth. That really
made my pussy cream flow. After five minutes or so, he shot his
cum straight into my belly."
"His cock didn't get completely soft. I continue to suck it
until he got hard again. He moved around, got between my legs
and put it into my cunt. I was so wet with excitement, it went
in easily. My legs were lifted up so the video would show his
big cock stretching your wife's pussy wide open. Oh god... did
he ever fuck me. My cream was running out of my hole, down my
ass crack. Everyone could hear the squishing sound of his cock
churning my juices into a thick froth, and the
WOOMPF..WOOMPF..WOOMPF.. sounds of him fucking me. Jeanine
fingered her pussy as she watched me get it. I began to cum...
again and again."
"After he had cum in me, we rested a bit. The guy wanted to
get video of him fucking my ass so I had to suck and get him hard
again. Jeanine squirted an entire plunger of KY jelly into my
hole and got me in position. It didn't hurt as much as I thought
it would. After a few thrusts, he was all the way in and fucking
me hard. I rubbed my clit and had two orgasms before his load
filled me."
"Do you want to fuck me now?", Joanne asked.
"Tell me about the third "special event". Then we'll fuck."
"The Club has a party for the members once every three months.
It's a sex party, of course. Jeanine and Roger asked me if I
would like to do a "special event" with another woman as part of
the party. That was the third time. They scheduled it for an
evening when you were out of town on a business trip."
"At 8 PM that evening, Wilma and I were taken into one of the
Club rooms and told to strip down to our garter belts, hose, and
heels. Jeanine had provided the outfits. The garter belts were
small, just big enough to hold up the fishnet stockings. The
shoes were clear plastic with 5-inch heels. When we were both
essentially naked, I saw that Wilma's tits were about the same
size as mine. She was a brunette with a full, very sexy body and
a dark, neatly-trimmed pussy bush."
"Roger directed us to get on two, side-by-side, padded
platforms. After lying down with our bodies almost touching, a
velcro strap was tightened about each of our waists to hold us in
place. There were comfortable, contoured head rests. Several
vertical bars were on my right and similar bars on Wilma's left
side. Behind us and above us, there were several cross bars.
Velcro cuffs, each with a metal ring, were attached to our
wrists. Jeanine stretched my arms up and back into a big "U"
shape. When she had each arm extended, the wrist rings were
clipped to vertical bars two feet behind my head. My hands were
at least three feet apart. Looking over at Wilma, I saw that her
arms were also stretched in a similar manner. We were both
getting nervous and excited."
"Next came velcro cuffs about our ankles, each with its own
ring. Jeanine attached ropes to my ankle rings while Roger did
the same to Wilma. A third pair of velcro cuffs, with ropes
attached, were placed around our thighs just above our knees.
Finally, Wilma's right ankle ring was clipped to my left ankle
ring. Another velcro strap fastened her right ankle and my left
one tightly together."
"Roger and Jeanine moved out of sight behind us. Tossing the
ropes on our joined ankles over one of the crossbars behind us,
they began pulling Wilma's right leg and my left one up into the
air. When our heels were pointed straight up at the ceiling, they
stopped and moved to the ropes just above our knees. These were
pulled back forcing us to bend our legs. Then they were pulled
to the side and tightened. Our joined legs were high over our
heads, and the knees ropes prevented either of us from closing
our thighs."
"Once Jeanine and Roger had our joined legs properly
positioned, they went to work on our other two. My right leg was
yanked up into the air by its rope over a crossbar until that
heel was also pointed at the ceiling. The knee rope was
tightened around a bar to my right, forcing me to bend my right
leg and stretching my thighs far apart with no way to close them.
Wilma had her legs similarly up and splayed wide open."
Wilma began to moan. "Ohh they're too tight. I can't move."
"Naturally, no one paid any attention to her. Now, black
sleeping masks were placed over our eyes and these held in place
with another velcro strap about our heads. I thought we were
done but then I felt the platform just beyond my raised hips
being lowered so as to provide complete access to our pussies and
assholes. We laid there, unable to move, nearly naked, and
spread wide open for the member to enjoy his "special event".
"We heard the door open and knew the man was looking us over
trying to decide which of us to fuck first. I was so hot, my
pussy cream was running down my ass crack. A vibrator was put
directly on my clitoris. My cunt contracted in a hard spasm and
my moans filled the room. Then I heard Wilma moaning and felt
her body thrashing. She was getting the same treatment. The guy
was using powerful vibes on our clits. We were both wailing and
grunting. When one of us would cum, the moaning and thrashing
would increase. Our bound ankles allowed each of us to know
exactly when the other was having an orgasm."
"After we had cum several times on the vibrators, they were
removed leaving our pussies throbbing..opening and closing. I
was still twitching when I felt a cock being pushed into my
pussy. Excitedly, I called out to Wilma, "He's fucking meeeee!"
Her moaning reply was the same: "Someone's fucking me tooo."
We both realized that the "special event" wasn't for one
member, it was for the entire membership. We were the evening
"entertainment". We were both fucked continuously for a long
time. I have no idea how many different men had me. Wilma
screamed and shrieked continuously."
"Once the first round of fucking was complete, we were left
alone and allowed to rest, still blindfolded. Then suddenly
Wilma moaned and said, "Ohh gawd, Joanne, one of them is fucking
me in the ass!" I could hear the
steady..WHOOMPF...WHOOMPF...WHOOMPF.. as the cock pounded in and
out of her ass, each punctuated by her shrieks and moans. Then,
I wasn't listening to her any longer because the cock invading my
ass had my full attention. This round of fucking lasted even
longer than the first one. Jeanine told me later that the
members had switched off, the ones who had had me the first time
around, were now in Wilma and vice versa."
"After the ass fucking round ended, it became less organized.
We would be left alone for extended periods, the cum running out
and drying on our pussies and asses. From time to time, one of
us would squeal or shriek, always telling the other what was
happening. Once Wilma grunted and moaned deep in her throat. I
asked, "What is it? What are they doing to you now?" "Being
butt plugged", she gasped. And then, "OOOhhh someone's fucking
meeeeee."
"Later, I was butt plugged and it was my turn to squeal or
scream. By midnight, everyone had fucked one or both of our
holes again. Roger and Jeanine untied us, removed our
blindfolds, and let us down from the platform. We were given
some juices for quick energy, some hot coffee, and then a drink
of something stronger. A large mattress was brought in and we
thankfully laid down to stretch and rest. Needless to say, we
were both furious at being tricked."
"Before the party broke up around 1 AM, all the members filed
into the room and surrounded the mattress. Two large pillows
were tossed to us and Jeanine instructed us to lie on our backs,
side-by-side, with a pillow under our hips. She told us that it
seemed the members had decided to end the evening with a circle
jerk."
Wilma stared at Jeanine with daggers in her eyes. "That's a
great idea! But these men are tired of us. They need a fresh,
new cunt for their circle jerkee." We both jumped up and grabbed
Jeanine. It wasn't much of a problem for the two of us to hold
her and get her spread out on the mattress. Two of the men
helped us use the velcro straps to tie her wrists and ankles in a
spread-eagled position. One guy produced a pocket knife and
carefully cut off her dress, bra and panties. While the men got
her naked except for her heels, Wilma and I lifted her hips and
shoved the two pillows underneath to elevate her pussy."
When she was in position, Wilma told her to thrust her cunt
as high as possible, cup her tits, and to keep her mouth open
with her tongue out at all times. She snarled, "Go to hell, you
whore!" Wilma didn't respond. She just walked over to the pile
of male clothing that had been tossed onto a table, removed two
belts, and handed one to me. We stood over Jeanine and I said,
"Shove your cunt up in the air, Bitch!" She hesitated and Wilma
brought the belt down over her tits. Mine lashed her thigh.
Jeanine screamed and thrashed, trying desperately to get loose.
Wilma whipped her mound and I added a second lash to her tits."
"We didn't have to tell her again. Jeanine arched her hips up
off the pillows, thrusting her cunt high. With her legs held
open by the velcro straps, her vulva, labia, and vagina were
totally exposed. Her hands flew to her tits and cupped them.
"Now your mouth, Bitch. Open your mouth, stick out your tongue
and don't you dare close that mouth hole or pull that tongue in
until the men are finished", Wilma ordered, still mad as fire."
"The members crowded around Jeanine, looking at the woman's
fully exposed pussy and tits, and began to jerk off. I raised my
belt, and Jeanine immediately thrust her pussy as high as she
could get it, pushed both tits up, and waggled her tongue. The
first stream of cum hit her tits and snaked down her belly just
reaching her cunt bush. Another guy's load shot all over her
face, half of it going over the extended tongue and into her
mouth. A moment later, another big stream splashed directly over
her pussy and ran down into her slit. More cum was shot all over
her body. I noticed Jeanine's pussy was beginning to throb. The
situation was getting to her. She began hammering her hips up
and down in wild fuck motions. I felt my own pussy getting wet
as I watched her face being quickly covered in semen; more
splattered over her thighs and belly."
"When all the men around the mattress had ejaculated on her,
they moved out of the room to allow the second wave in. Once
more, men with fully loaded sex guns surrounded her. I bent down
and said, "Jeanine, why don't you give the men some new cum
targets. Let go of your tits, and pull your legs up and back as
far as you can." In a moment, both her pussy and ass targets
were on display. The men began to jerk. When almost ready, they
each took careful aim at the target of their choice and fired
away."
"The first gush coated Jeanine's ass. The next spurted
straight into her open vagina. Some of the men stood over her
head and let their load run out the end of the cocks and steam
onto her face and into her open mouth. Someone told her to hold
her ass open. She did and two more loads filled it. When it was
over, I looked down at Jeanine. She was totally covered with
semen, her face, her tits, a pool of cum sloshed in her belly
button, her pubic hair was awash with it, and large streams ran
down her cunt gash, her ass crack, and out of her still open
mouth."
"At that point, one of the members led a large German shepard
dog into the room. Jeanine saw him and began to scream and beg.
"NO.. NO... NOO.. Please.. NO.. I don't want to be fucked by a
dog.. OOOHHHHH Please." The ignored her, of course. With her
hips elevated and tied wide open, she couldn't escape. Her cunt
was wide open for the dog. She continued to beg and plead as the
big dog was led between her splayed thighs to her cunt."
"NO NO NO..PLEASE...DON'T LET HIM MOUNT ME... NNOOOOOOOOO..
NOT A DOG!"
"The dog put his front paws on Jeanine's chest and moved his
hips into position to get his cock into her. Jeanine was crying,
sobbing, begging. Then, the dog smelled her and recoiled. He
immediately dismounted and walked around her, smelling her tits,
her thighs, her belly, her face, and finally put his nose right
up to her cunt and smelled that too. The dog backed away,
retched three or four times and ran away."
Everyone in the room began to laugh. The men removed the
straps freeing Jeanine, got dressed, and began to file out,
laughing as they went. Wilma and I washed up, fixed our hair,
put on our make up, dressed and started to leave. Jeanine was
still lying on the mattress, pillows under her ass, covered with
cum, naked except for the heels, which also had semen oozing out.
Wilma couldn't resist one parting comment:
"You may as well get dressed, Slut. No one, not even a mangy
dog, is interested in fucking you."
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Joanne stopped talking. The room fell silent except for Mark's
uncontrolled laughter. It took him several minutes to stop
laughing. Joanne was soaking wet, hot, and ready, but she had no
idea whether her husband would make love to her, fuck her like a
dirty whore, or just throw her out of the house for good.
She never had any reason to worry. Mark moved quickly to his
wife. He ripped her blouse asunder, jerked the bra off her big
tits, yanked her legs into the air and roughly tore off her
panties exposing her soaked, open cunt, threw her heels across
the room leaving his wife stark naked and wide open. He thrust
his raging cock between her thighs and sank it deep into her hot,
throbbing depths. When it hit bottom, he pulled her ass hard
against him, jamming his throbbing dick almost into her womb. He
held it there, jerking and pulsing, feeling the walls of her cunt
contracting in hard spasms around his shaft.
"You beautiful, gorgeous, sensuous, sexy, big-titted, dirty hot
woman. You're my wife and I love you, but right now I'm going to
fuck you like a whore. He kissed her tenderly. Is that ok?"
For an answer, Joanne wrapped her legs around her man, pulled
him deeper into her saddle and whispered, "Fuck me.. don't ever
stop fucking me."
He never has.
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