The Perfect Wife

  by RLM


  Myrna Jackson was the perfect wife in every way.  First, her
face and body made her husband Ryan beam with pleasure every time
he looked at her.  Standing 5'7", weighing 140 lbs, 35 years old,
she had naturally wavy blonde hair that she kept trimmed at her
neck, deep green eyes, a perfect complexion, and a beautiful
face. Her body gave men erections.  She had beautifully shaped,
tanned legs that did not need hose.  In 4-inch heels, they would
have done a porn star proud.  Her small 24-inch waist made her
36DD breasts appear even larger than they were, if that were
possible.  Even at 35 after two children, they stood firm on her
chest like twin cannons.

  In addition to her beauty, Myrna had an engaging, outgoing
personality.  In any situation, she always found something
uplifting and good.  Never one to criticize, she looked for and
almost always found the best in people.  Her generosity with her
time was well known around the city so that she was often the
person various groups looked to for help.  Myrna and Ryan were
patrons of almost civic and philanthropic group in the city. 
Their names were on the patron plaques of the local theater, the
city opera/orchestra, the Humane Society, the Salvation Army,
United Way, and many others.

  Myrna and Ryan had been married for 15 years.  Their two
children, Dora and Alex, were 14 and 12, respectively.  Both were
excellent students.  Dora played in the local orchestra and Alex
played several sports.  Neither Myrna or Ryan or either of their
children smoked, consumed liquor, or took drugs.  Occasionally,
Myrna and Ryan would enjoy a bottle of vintage wine.  Ryan had a
successful business and had been a faithful husband for the
entire 15 years of their marriage in that he never cheated behind
his wife's back.  In addition to being a marvelous wife, mother,
and civic worker, Myrna was also one of the most sought after
substitute teachers in the local school system having both a B.S.
in mathematics and her teaching certificate.

  Any given morning always found Myrna in the kitchen preparing a
healthy breakfast for her family.  A  piping hot cereal, fresh
juice of some kind, either french toast or pancakes with a
low-calorie spread or occasionally scrambled eggs.  As soon as
the children and her husband were off to school and work, Myrna
would do the dishes, set the table for the evening meal, vacuum
one or two of the rooms that were on the cleaning schedule for
the day, and do the laundry if that item was on the schedule. 
Once a week, she took 30 minutes to make out the checks for the
household bills.

  Usually she was out of the house by 8 or 9 AM depending on
whether she was scheduled to teach that particular day.  If not,
there was usually some planned volunteer work at the hospital or
one of the local civic organizations.  Late afternoon found her
doing the grocery shopping if it had not been done the day
before.  At 5 PM, dinner was being prepared.  Without exception,
it was always healthy and delicious.  She had a wide variety of
dishes that had been developed over the years so that the family
always had sometime exciting on the table at dinner.  It was rare
that the entire family did not sit down together for the evening
meal.

  In the evening, the children had set study hours during the
week.  On the weekends, they had a wide variety of friends and
events to attend and enjoy.  The study hours always found Myrna
close by in case either Dora or Alex needed help with some
subject. She was an excellent tutor as well as an excellent
teacher.

  The kids always retired to their rooms by 10 PM.  They were old
enough to regulate their own sleeping hours and the parents never
interfered.  In turn, they respected their parents need to have
time alone.  There was never any need to remind them.  If they
wanted to watch TV, they each had their own set in their bedroom
along with CD and DVD players.

  Myrna was as inventive and hard working in the bedroom as
elsewhere.  When they had designed their house, she had insisted
that their bedroom walls be double thickness and soundproofed. 
When her husband questioned the specifications on the walls,
Myrna had said, "Because you big-cocked Stud, when you fuck me,
you know I can't keep from screaming."  Her husband had beamed
with male pride and said no more about the extra expense for the
walls.

  One any given night, Ryan never knew what he would find when he
went into their bedroom.  Some nights he would find Myrna lying
on top of the bed, her ass resting on a pillow, wearing her make
up, jewelry, rings, a garter belt,hose, and 5-inch fuck-me spike
heels.  Occasionally, for effect, she would be holding an unlit
cigarette in one hand.  Ryan would be greeted by a sultry smile
and a question, "Hi Stud.  You got $250 to spend big guy?"  He
had several times found his wife completely naked, lying face
down on the bed, two pillows under her hips, her ankles tied with
velcro straps to the bedposts, hands cuffed behind her back and
blindfolded.  On these occasions, as soon as Ryan closed the
door, she would beg, "Please don't hurt me.  Fuck me, but please
don't hurt me."

  Not only was the roleplay incredibly erotic, sex with Myrna was
intense.  She could milk his cock with the muscles in her cunt
without him even moving.  She had no inhibitions about using all
the sexy, four-letter words as he fucked her.  And she always had
at least one powerful orgasm, more often two or three.  Anything
Ryan wanted to try, she was an eager participant.  When something
didn't work out well for both of them, there was never any anger.
 They just eliminated that activity from their list.

  Ryan liked remembering one conversation he had had with one of
his close male friends.  He and Jack had gotten into a male-type
discussion of women.  At one point, Jack had asked him how many
women he had screwed on the side in the 15 years he had been
married to Myrna.  Ryan had said, "That's easy to answer.  None."

  "You never have any desire to see what a new woman would be
like in bed?"

  "Sure, but I get that without having to find new women."

  Jack had wanted to know what the hell he meant by that.  "I'll
tell you what.  We have an evening planned for this coming
Saturday night.  I'll take you and Beth along if you like and the
two of you can watch and learn.  You'll see what I mean."

  The following Saturday night, Jack and his wife Beth met Ryan
at his home.  "Ok, where do we go for this instructional
evening?" Jack questioned.

  "What did Jack tell about what we're going to be doing this
evening, Beth?"

  She shrugged.  "He just said we were going out with you and
Myrna for an evening out."

  "That's not quite right.  I was telling Jack about a game Myrna
and I play that is very erotic and satisfying for both of us.  He
didn't understand, and I thought the two of you might enjoy
seeing how we play the game.  It's very erotic and you might like
to try it sometime.  You and Jack are just going to watch and
then leave by yourselves after you've seen enough.  Next
Saturday, we'll all go out for dinner and talk about it if you
like.  Sound OK?"

  Both Beth and Jack were clearly intrigued and curious.  "OK. 
Now we have to go in separate cars so you will have
transportation to leave when you wish and I will have a car.  You
follow me.  In case we get separated, we're going to Richard's
Club."

  "Richard's Club?", Beth questioned.  "I hear that's a pretty
wild place."

  "You have heard correctly.  Are you game or not?"  Ten minutes
later, we were on our way. --------------------

  The interior of the club was dimly lit to produce an air of
sexuality.  Red was the dominant color.  Once we were seated, a
waitress wearing very little approached to take our order.  Her
large breasts looked to be in danger of falling out of her top. 
Her skirt barely covered her ass.  She wasn't out of place,
however.  Most of the women, customers as well as staff, were
similarly dressed in revealing and enticing clothing.

  "I feel grossly overdressed..like a frumpy prude", Beth
complained.

  "I'm sorry.  That's my fault.  I didn't think you would come if
I told you to wear something sexy.  If you're really
uncomfortable, you can leave.  No offense taken, but I think you
will enjoy it if you stay."

  Both Beth and Jack nodded indicating I had them interested. 
Suddenly it occurred to Beth that Myrna wasn't with us.  "Where's
Myrna.  Jack said it was to be the four of us."

  "Myrna's here."

  "I don't see her", Jack said.  "Neither do I", Beth agreed.

  "Nor do I.  But she's here.  I guarantee it, and what's more
I've got to find her as soon as I can."

  "Well, Myrna pretty much stands out in a crowd with that body
of hers", Beth remarked.  "I doubt you'll have much trouble."

  "You're wrong.  It's not going to be easy.  Now here's the game
we play.  Myrna arrived earlier.  I was not permitted to see how
she was dressed or anything about her appearance.  She's
somewhere in this club.  You can see the women.  They are all
attractive and dressed hot.  You can bet that my wife is dressed
to seek and destroy.  She's not with a man so every horny guy in
the place is going to be trying to get her into bed.  I've got to
figure out which woman is Myrna.  She's not going to give me any
help.  When I find her, IF I find her, I've got to pick her up
like she's a new woman I'm trying to bed.  If all I can do is
say, "Ok.  I've found you, Myrna.  Let's go home", she will just
tell me to get lost..she's busy talking to this handsome guy."

  Beth involuntarily pressed her hand against her breast.  "Oh my
god!  That's the wildest, most erotic thing I've ever heard of."

  Jack was doubly amazed.  First, at the eroticism of our game
and second, at how hot it was making his wife.  He looked at me
and shook his head.  "Now I understand.  God, it's fantastic! 
I've just got to ask though:  what happens if you can't find her
or if you can't find her before some stud gets her out of the
club?"

  "Good question.  First, I usually manage to find her, but I
doubt that you will recognize my wife when you see her.  She's
not going to be a blonde.  That's for sure.  Second, she will be
wearing clothes and costume jewelry I've never seen before.  Her
make up will be different.  She may even have colored contacts in
her eyes to change her eye color.  If I do find her, I'm very
good at picking up hot women.  Just watch.  However, I've
occasionally failed.  If that happens, Myrna is on her own to
deal with the situation as best she can.  And, I'm in the dog
house for a full week.  No sex and I have to do all the household
chores in addition to my work.  But if I succeed, I have a hot
new woman who is wild to have me fuck her like a total slutty
whore, and she's my sex slave for a full week.  It's more than
worth the risk."

  Beth was now almost panting in excitement.  Her hand was
pressed between her thighs and she didn't care if Jack and I both
saw it.  She looked at her husband.  "Jack, you better be ready
when we get home.  I'm so damn hot over this I can't believe it.
I want this.  You better watch Ryan and learn something or I'm
going to be out with another man."

  "Ok.  I'm off.  Just watch as long as you like.  Leave when
you're ready.  We'll pick you up at 8 PM next Saturday for a nice
dinner and dancing and tell you about the evening if you like." 
With that, I moved off into the crown to start my search.

  I quickly scanned the couples at the tables, paying no
attention to any women alone.  There was no chance that Myrna
wouldn't have attracted a lot of males in the time she had been
here.  There was no point in looking at the clothes, the hair or
nail color, the jewelry, or the hairdo.  All of those would have
been changed.  The best clue was first the shoes.  It's hard for
a woman to find sexy heels that fit.  I had learned that Myrna
would often wear a pair she already had.  Naturally, I have never
told her this as it is a big weapon for me.  Second of course is
Myrna's big tits.  Not many women have cannons like she has. 
Third is my wife's open sensuality.  She simply oozes sex in the
way she carries her body, in the way she speaks to a man, in the
way she lets a man know she's hot.  The whole idea of the game is
for her to essentially seduce a man, hopefully me.

  Hot looking women sat at several tables but failed to qualify
under one of my three tests.  I saw one redhead leaning over
chatting with a guy.  Her tits were big enough to be Myrna's; her
manner was sexual and hot.  I moved so I could see her shoes
under the table.  Black spikes, 3-inch heels.  Not Myrna.  She
didn't own a pair like that and if, by chance, she had bought a
new pair, they most certainly would not have had only a
three-inch heel.

  One by one, I eliminated the women at all the tables.  Now I
was really getting nervous.  Where the hell was she?  The bar! 
She had to be at the bar.  I moved up and down the length of the
bar scanning the women.  Some were with other women on the prowl
probably.   Not my wife.  Others were with men, but either their
tits were too small or in one case too big (that was a shock), or
their heels weren't right, or they were sitting too far away from
the man next to them, acting too aloof.  My wife wasn't at the
bar.

  She couldn't be in the ladies room hiding.  That was against
our rules since I would have no chance.  The only place left was
the dance floor.  To get out on the floor I needed a partner.  I
went back to our table.  Fortunately, Jack and Beth were still
there.  "Jack, I need to borrow your wife for a bit.  I need a
dance partner so I can scan the dance area.  Men alone are not
allowed out there."  Beth didn't wait for approval.

  Moments later, I had Beth in my arms as we moved around the
floor.  "Tell me what you're looking for, Ryan.  I need some
coaching when I get Jack to do this."

  "I'm checking the women's shoes.  Then the size of their tits.
Then how close they're dancing, how hot and sensuous the woman is
acting.  Myrna will be turning on the heat."  I felt Beth quiver
in excitement.  It occurred to me that I could probably pick her
up and bed her.  A hot thought.

  After checking every couple, it was clear that Myrna was not
dancing.  It was too soon for her to have agreed to leave with a
guy.  She had to give me a fighting chance.  Again, one of our
rules.  Besides, if she left with a guy and then pretended to get
cold feet, she would at least have to give the man a hand job,
or, in some cases, a lot more.  If that happened, it was two
weeks for me in the dog house.

  She wasn't at any of the tables.  She wasn't at the bar or on
the dance floor.  I scanned the areas around the dance floor. 
There were several nooks where couples could go to kiss or feel
each other up.  "We need to move along the edge of the dance
floor so I can see into those darkened nooks", I whispered to
Beth.  She moved with me as I checked out each nook.

  At the third nook, I saw a brunette with a guy.  She had big
tits, about 36DD.  Perfect.  Four-inch spikes were on her feet,
black with silver highlights.  I had seen them many times. 
Finally, she was pressing her tits into the guy, kissing him with
her mouth open, grinding her mound against his bulge, letting his
hands roam over her sexy ass.  I had arrived just in time!  No
doubt, he was ready to get this hot piece somewhere where he
could get into her.  I looked at Beth, smiled and motioned toward
the couple.

  Beth was amazed and excited.  She didn't recognize the woman as
Myrna at all.  Second, she was amazed at how slutty my wife was
behaving with the man.  She watched with rapt attention.  "So,
you win the game?", she asked.

  "Oh yes.  I win.  I have a sexy "new" woman tonight and a sex
slave for the next week, at least."

  "At least?", Beth questioned, somewhat puzzled.  "Aren't going
to move in and stop it?"

  "Not yet."

  "Why?  The way that guy is working on Myrna, she may not want
you to stop things if you wait too long."

  "That's the idea.  Now that I've found her, I can afford to
wait and watch.  After a bit, I'll call her on her cell phone and
let her know that I'm locked on to them and the game is over.  At
that point, she knows I've won, and she's my slave for at least a
week.  Then, I'll ask her if she wants me to stop things or not.
She's going to be boiling hot and wet by that time.  If she tells
me to stop things, I will, and she'll be going home with me, wet,
throbbing, frustrated, and as my slave.  However, she has the
option of telling me not to interrupt.  If she does that, then
she's on her own for the rest of the evening, and when she does
return home, she has to pay with an extra week of slavery.  I'm
going to try for the extra week.  Let's just watch."

  I held Beth close to my body, pretending to be dancing, while
we both watched my wife and the guy making out in the nook.  Beth
was trembling with excitement.  Little shudders were running
through her body.  "Oh god, Ryan, look!  He's playing with
Myrna's tits.  I think he's got his hand inside her dress."

  I pulled Beth closer letting my hands slide lower onto her ass.
 It was round, full, firm, yet also yielding.  My very hard cock
was now pressed firmly against her mound.  Her ass began to move
under my hands as she rotated her pelvis against it.

  Beth looked up at me.  "What are we doing, Ryan?  We should
stop."  Her words said one thing; her ass and hips said another.
She continued to grind her mound against my bulge.

  "I'm doing the same thing to you as that guy is doing to Myrna.
 She can stop anytime she wishes and so can you.  Just go back to
Jack and tell him you're ready to leave.  But I really hope you
don't do that."  Beth's ass continued her slow undulations under
my hands.

  "Oohh look at her mouth, Ryan.  Can you see what your wife's
tongue is doing?  mmmmmmmmmm..."

  "Tell me.  What's it doing?"

  "She how Myrna's head is thrown back, how her tongue is out,
flicking over her top lip, very rapidly.  Do you know what that
means?"

  I moved my hands underneath Beth's skirt, sliding upward to
again cup her ass.  My cock jerked against her mound when I felt
thigh-highs and thin panties rather than pantyhose.  "Tell me,
Beth.  What does it mean?"

  "A woman does that when she's really excited, hot.  I do it
when I'm ... huh.. being.. you know."

  "being fucked", I suggested.

  "Yeessss...", she hissed, "when I'm being fucked."  Her eyes
widened.  "Oh Oh Oh.. you're under my skirt..  you're feeling my
panties.  And your penis.. I can feel it jerking against me. 
Aaaaaahhhh...  Oh Ryan, you're getting me sooo hot."

  "Look, Beth. Look!  Myrna's dress zips in back.  He's just
lowered the zipper.  See how the top is sagging away from her
tits."

  "Oh Gawd!", Beth moaned.  "I think he's going to take out her
tits."

  A moment later, the man moved the top of my wife's dress to the
side and lifted out her big globe.  He moved his body to shield
her from the view of people on the dance floor, including us, but
we had seen him taking it out.  We knew Myrna was having her tit
exposed and caressed right then.

  Beth thrust her body hard against mine, her hips grinding her
sex mound against my rigid cock.  She was running her tongue over
her top lip in slow arcs, back and forth.  I slipped both hands
higher under her dress, found the elastic waistband of her
panties and slipped both hands inside, moving downward to caress
her naked ass.

  "Ohhhh.. you're in my panties..on my ass... ooohhhh god.."  And
he's in Myrna's right now!  Jeez!!  Look at that.  He just lifted
up the front her dress, up to her waist.   He's got his hand in
the front of her panties.  I couldn't see how far down his hand
went, but I think he's got it between her legs now."

  "Like this?", I quietly asked as my hand moved to the front of
Beth's panties and from there, between her thighs into her
drenched slit."

  "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH...", her hips snapping back and forth in fuck
motions.

  "Do you think he's rubbing my wife's clit?"  My finger found
hers and slowly stroked the hardened , erect button back and
forth.

  "YESSSSS...He's doing it to her too.  I know he is.  I'm about
to cum.. and just look at her..look at her ass hunch...she's
about to cum too."

  "Time to call."  I withdrew my hands from Beth's panties and
she moaned in disappointment.

  Pushing the quick dial button, Myrna's cell rang.  The both
heard the ring.  She put her hands on her lover's arms letting
him know he needed to stop for a moment.  Then she signaled with
her finger to her lips to be silent.  A moment later, she
answered.

  "Hello?"

  I put the phone close to Beth's ear so she could hear too. 
"Hello, you hot sexy Bitch.  I've found you and your lover.  The
game is over.  I win and I'm going to love the next week with my
sex slave."

  "I see.  Well, I'm not sure.  I'm at the school, working late,
grading papers.  I've never seen so much work.  I'm not certain
when I will finish.  Are you sure you're looking in the right
places to find what looking for?"  My wife looked at her lover
and mouthed the words, "It's my husband.  Be quiet."

  "You're standing a dark nook just off the dance floor.  That
was clever.  I had to get Beth to dance with me so I could get
out onto the floor to search.  Right now, we see that the guy has
one of your tits out of your dress playing with it.  Right?"

  "mmmm...yes..  I suppose so."

  "And Beth just saw him lift your dress and put his hand
underneath with you facing him.  His hand is underneath your
dress right now isn't it?"

  "oh..ooohh... yeess.. that's probably right."

  "And although we can't be certain because we can't see his hand
under your dress, his arm motions make us think that he has his
hand inside your panties.  He does, doesn't he?"

  Myrna was silent for moment.  Then, the guy must have started
rubbing her clitoris while she tried to talk on the phone to her
husband because we saw her hips begin to rotate and grind.  While
waiting for her admission, I took the opportunity to put my own
hand back inside Beth's panties where it quickly found her
clitoris.  Both women were soon grinding and thrusting their
hips.

  "Well?", I asked again.

  "yess... I think that's correct."

  "And he not only has his hand in your panties, he's rubbing
your clit and finger fucking your pussy right now, right?"

  "That's right!!"

  "So?  What's your decision?  Want me to move in right now and
stop it?  Won't take but a few seconds and I'll save you, easily
and quickly.  You know I can do it.  Or are you going to leave
with him and spend the next two weeks as my total sex slave? 
What's it going to be?  Home with me and a soaked, frustrated,
throbbing pussy and one week of slavery...or a fully satisfied
pussy and two weeks of awful slavery?"

  Myrna didn't hesitate.  "Thanks for checking on me, Darling. 
I'm fine, but don't wait up for me.  I have so many hard problems
here that I don't when I get them taken care of.  Bye.. Love
you." She hung up.

  Beth was both stunned and incredibly excited.  I felt her
juices gush out of her vagina and coat my fingers and hand.  "She
moaned in my ear, "She's gonna let that guy fuck her?"

  "I'm sure of it.  She's just too hot to stop now."

  "You don't mind?"

  "You can feel how hard my dick is, Beth.  Does that suggest I
have a problem with my wife having sex.  It's just hot sex. 
There's no way she's going to run off with him.  Now, you lovely,
sexy woman.  It's your turn to make a decision."

  Her clit and vagina pulsed and throbbed under my hand.  "What
do you mean?", she moaned.

  "You know what I mean.  You can decide to go back to Jack, tell
him you're ready to leave, and then have great sex when you get
home.  Or you can decide to use my cell to call him.  Tell him to
go on home and not worry about you.  That I'll bring you home
later."

  "He's going to want to know what we'll be doing."

  "No he won't.  He'll absolutely know what we will be doing. 
You were so hot, you were practically masturbating at the table."
 Beth's pussy continued to thrust against my fingers.

  "Now understand that next Saturday night when we meet for
dinner, I will order Myrna to make a full, complete, and detailed
confession to all of us about what she did tonight.  Her
confession will take place at our house, and I will require that
my slave strip to her heels and hose while she confesses.  If you
tell Jack to go home alone, I'm certain that he will also require
you to confess in the same way next Saturday night."   I handed
her my cell phone and waited.

  I moved two fingers into her vagina, and she started dialing. 
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  Monday was a very difficult day for Myrna.  She had gotten a
call at 7 AM that the English teacher at the high school had come
down with the flu and that she would be needed, probably for the
rest of the week, to take her classes.  She knew high school
students, particularly the boys, were much more difficult to
teach.  It was hard enough just to keep order.  The thought
depressed her.

  Marty had been insatiable.  Myrna thought back about the
weekend.  God, what a stud he had been.  Big, thick cock that he
could get it up over and over and over.  And OOhhh... did he ever
know how to use it on a woman.  She hadn't gotten home until late
Sunday afternoon.  All Saturday night, as soon as they woke up on
Sunday morning, and then through the noon hour and into the
afternoon, he had licked her pussy and clit until she was begging
him to stop, and then he would put that ramrod cock of his into
her and fuck her again.  Myrna wondered how many times he had
made her cum.  She had no idea.

  Even when he drove her back to her car at Richard's Club at 3PM
Sunday, she hadn't gotten out of the parking lot until almost
four.  She might have made it earlier if she hadn't dropped her
purse on the floorboard when she got out of his car.  Realizing
she had dropped it, she had turned and bent over to pick it up. 
That was too much for Marty.  Looking at her ass sticking up in
the air, he had promptly shoved her dress up over hips.  No more
was needed since he had long since gotten rid of her panties. 
Her cunt, still wet from the load of cum he had just pumped in
before driving her to her car, was totally exposed and open.  He
pushed her forward onto the seat, leaving her ass hanging out the
doorway and proceeded to give her another hard fucking.  His big
sex gun had already fired off so many times, he had no problem
controlling his orgasm.  Myrna shook her head in wonderment.  He
had made her cum twice more with her ass hanging out of the car
door.  Next, he had flipped her over onto her back, gotten into
the back seat with her, shoved her legs back against her tits,
and fucked her for another 20 minutes before she could make his
cock shoot in another load.  She had cum again before it was
over.  Next Saturday, she was going to have to confess all of
this.  The thought made her shudder.

  Ryan had been quite put out with her slutty behavior.  There
was no chance that he was going to let her sleep.  As soon as the
children were in bed asleep, Day 1 of her slavery began.  He knew
her cunt must be very sore, so he generously allowed her to go
unfucked Sunday night.  However, she was required to suck him off
three times.  Between each sucking, she was appropriately
spanked.  Knowing that she fully deserved it, she presented her
naked ass obediently when told to do so.  He didn't spank her
hard.  The idea was to excite, not to punish.  Oh! how she loved
this beautiful man.

  The worst came Monday morning before she left for school.  She
knew it was coming.  After showering and otherwise cleaning up
the remains of her wild weekend, she stood before her husband in
3-inch heels and thigh-high stockings waiting for him to put the
chastity belt on her.  The soft, padded leather belt was cinched
tightly about her waist and the clasp securely locked with a
small key.  The cunt and butt strap hung down from the front of
the belt.  The strap was softly padded and curved inward where it
passed between her thighs so that it was not uncomfortable.  The
strap attached to the back of the waist belt with a second lock
and key.

  Before locking her cunt strap in place, Ryan inserted a
seven-inch dildo all the way into her vagina.  It was completely
embedded inside her tunnel.  The cunt strap was now pulled
tightly between her thighs.  When all the slack was removed, Ryan
locked it in place.  "I think you're ready.  Get dressed or
you'll be late for work.  Enjoy your day.  I expect my dinner
ready at 6:30 PM promptly."

  Myrna quickly fastened her bra around her breasts and slipped
the dress over her head.  It's hemline was two inches below her
knees.  Not very attractive, she thought, but appropriate for a
school teacher.

  Before ryan left, he took his beautiful wife in his arms and 
hugged and kissed her with deep love and passion.  "Just
remember.  I love you more than the rest of world combined.  I'm
delighted that you had a hot time this weekend and I can hardly
wait to hear all the hot details." -----------------

  The day started off as badly as she feared.  Her first class
was a disaster.  Three of the boys fell sound asleep and one even
snored.  She woke him up twice only to see him fall into another
sound sleep after just a few minutes.  Halfway through the class,
she saw one of the girls doing her nails!  She made her stop, but
it was so embarrassing.  The second class was slightly better,
probably because the boys had mostly slept through first hour
classes and were now more awake.  However, they still talked
continuously and paid little attention to what she was saying. 
During her study hall duty, she had more than her usual amount of
difficulty attempting to keep order and quiet so the more serious
students could study.

  Her last class of the day was the worst.  The senior boys were
both combative and rude to her.  However, while sitting at her
desk attempting to go through her lesson plan with the class, she
noticed two of the boys on the front row were unusually
attentive.  She was surprised since none of the others showed any
interest whatsoever.  After watching them for several minutes,
she realized that they weren�t interested in the lesson; they
were staring at her legs.  The desk had no front panel and she
had inadvertently allowed her skirt to ride up to her knees. 
Both boys were doing their best to see further up her skirt. 
Myrna felt a flush of excitement.  She had the urge to let them
see more, but she quickly suppressed the desire and rose to her
feet, letting her long skirt once again cover her legs. 
Nevertheless, she was keenly aware of the increased moistness
between her thighs.

  When Myrna arrived home that evening to start dinner
preparations, there was a note from her husband on the fridge. 
"Don't prepare any dinner for us.  Just make something for the
kids.  The babysitter will be here at 8 PM.  I have reservations
for two at the Carriage House."  Myrna knew this was a 5-star
restaurant.  It was fantastic!  A large box rested on the kitchen
table with her name on the card.  The card read:  "For my beloved
wife.  With all my love.  Ryan.  P.S.  The chastity belt comes
off tonight after we return from dinner.  We'll put it away until
the next time you misbehave."  Inside the box, a dozen American
Beauty roses rested on a layer of silk.

  Myrna fixed some sandwiches and a cake for the kids and then
raced to her bedroom to dress.  She bathed as well as possible
with her chastity belt locked in place.  A tight skirt or sheathe
was impossible with the belt underneath, so she selected a short
dress but one that fit her loosely from the waist down.  She
carefully did her make up, put on several rings, and a rhinestone
choker.  Finally, she put on a fresh pair of thigh highs and
selected a matching pair of sexy 4-inch heels.

  Before they left for dinner, Myrna asked if the chastity belt
might be removed before they went to dinner.  "I'm sorry, Honey.
But I need to have you in the belt for the entertainment after
dinner."

  "What is it?"

  "You'll just have to wait and worry.  Part of being a slave,
you know.  By the way, how did school go today?"

  "Awful!  There wasn't any way to keep order and make the boys
pay attention."

  "That's surprising.  You usually don't have trouble getting the
attention of males."  Her husband shrugged.  "I guess teaching
high school is different."
---------------------------------------

  Myrna was thrilled with dinner.  The lighting was dim and
romantic.  The tables all had linen tablecloths with sterling
silver place settings.  Ryan had already arranged for an
expensive champagne to be at the table upon their arrival, and a
marvelous red cabernet to be served with dinner, if Myrna
selected a meat entree, or a French Chardonnay if it was fish or
chicken.

  The highlight of the evening for Myrna came unexpectedly. 
Halfway through dinner, her husband stopped eating, laid his fork
on his plate, and just stared at her.  When she looked up at him,
he said, "I just cannot believe how unbelievably beautiful and
wonderful you are.  Just incredible!  And if that's not enough,
you are easily the most sensuous and erotic woman I've ever
seen." Myrna's entire body seemed to tingle.  Her face flushed
with pleasure that was still evident when they left the
restaurant an hour later.

  "So what's the entertainment you have planned that you won't
tell me about", his wife asked as they drove through the city's
streets.

  "It's part of your slave punishment for being such a luscious
slut all weekend."

  Ten minutes later, Ryan purchased one ticket to an xxx-rated
movie theater.  Women were admitted without charge so there was
no need to buy a ticket for Myrna.  "You're taking me to a dirty
movie?" she questioned.

  "The movie itself is irrelevant.  It will be the usual trash. 
The real entertainment is you.. you and your chastity belt."

  They were seated midway in the theater in the middle of the
row.  Already several men were watching them.  She was obviously
the best looking woman in the theater.  Several of the men moved
closer.  Ryan's arm circled her shoulders and cupped her breast,
hefting it in his hand to emphasize how large the globe was to
the male eyes watching them.  Suddenly, Myrna realized her
predicament.  Ryan and the rest of the men were going to want to
see her body, but she was encased in a chastity belt!  Sitting in
an xxx-theater wearing a chastity belt!

  She elbowed her husband in the ribs.  "You Bastard!  You're
just going to torture me, aren't you

  "I'm not sure yet.  We'll see how it goes."

  Ryan pulled her dress halfway up her thighs, exposing most of
her legs.  The man to her right loved the sight.  The man in
front of them turned around and tried to see between her closed
thighs. Bit by bit, her husband had pulled her dress higher and
higher on her thighs almost exposing the belt.  The man behind
them had pulled the dress' zipper partway down.  Ryan had smiled
at the man and promptly lowered the bodice below her half-bra
exposing most of her tits.

  Myrna felt her pussy throbbing around the embedded dildo.  Her
juices seeped out around the edges of the cunt strap.  Her
husband gently stroked one of her breasts; the man behind her
worked on the other.  Apparently, he was following Ryan's lead as
to whether her tits were to be taken out of the bra because they
were still inside the bra cups.  She heard the man in front of
them urging her to spread her legs just a little.

  The man to Ryan's left, the one in front of them and the one to
her right all had their cocks in hand, jerking them.  The guy
behind her probably did too.  The eroticism was intense.  She
began to pant, her chest rising/falling, making her tits move. 
One tit came out of its cup, then the other one.  Every male eye
locked onto her big 36DD tits heaving up and down. 
Involuntarily, her ass began to squirm on the seat.

  Having gotten her tits out, the men began work on her legs and
thighs, Ryan stroking her left thigh, the man to her right
working on her right one.  The man behind Myrna took over both of
her naked tits and began squeezing the hard nipples causing her
vagina to contract in hard spasms on the dildo.

  It didn't take long for Ryan and the other man to pull Myrna's
legs wide open exposing her cunt strap.  Wildly excited now, she
frantically ground her ass on the seat trying to produce enough
friction between the leather strap and her hard clitoris to allow
her to cum.

  The man in front got close and looked between her spread
thighs.  "What kind of panties has she got on?", he asked Ryan. 
"It looks like some kind of leather strap."  He ran his fingers
up and down the strap, right on Myrna's pussy but there wasn't
enough contact or friction on her clit to make her cum.  She
moaned in frustration thrusting her cunt against the man's
probing fingers trying to increase the friction.

  "She's wearing chastity belt as punishment for being a slut
last weekend.  Now she gets no cock for two weeks.. still has 12
days to go.  That piece of leather between her thighs is the
belt's cunt strap.  Keeps everything out of her fuck holes and
off her clit."

  "Damn.  And you brought her here just to get the bitch worked
up and hot but with no chance to get cock into her hot box or to
cum.  Man, that's really hot.  Look at her squirm and hunch. 
She's trying to get off, right?"

  "Right.. trying rub the strap against her clit so she can cum."

  The man behind her squeezed her tits and nipples harder.  The
man in front ran his hand up her thighs and onto her bare belly
on either side of the strap.  Myrna moaned and hammered her hips
up and down.  "Ooooohhhh god...help me.. rub the strap hard.. 
please...rub it hard..make me cummmmmm.."

  "I think it's time I took this slut home before she gets us all
arrested.  Take her home and let her simmer in her own cunt
juices."   Everyone laughed as Ryan led Myrna out of the theater,
her body visibly shaking.

  On the drive home, Myrna spread her legs and frantically rubbed
on the cunt strap, trying desperately to cum.  "UN Huh.. Un HuH..
 Un Huh.. ", she gasped, over and over.  Her fists hammered
against the seat.  Her legs shot straight out against the
floorboard into rigid rods.  Her ass elevated into the air,
thrusting up and down in wild fuck motions.

  "Ooooohhhh.... god... Honey...Please...please... I can't stand
it.  Get me home... Hurry..hurry... Do something... Please."

  Her hands clawed frantically at the cunt strap trying
desperately to get her fingers between the strap and her cunt so
she could get at her bulging clitoris.

  "OOhhhh shit.shit...its too tight...I can't get under
it...Aaaahhh...ooohhh fucckkk... Ryan.. do something... get me
out of this thing...I'm gonna die."

  His wife doubled up in fetal position, her hands between her
thighs pulling and tugging at the strap, her ass thrusting again
and again trying to do something.. anything.. to make herself
cum."

  She continued to moan and beg all the way home.  Even when he
was leading her to the bedroom, she was begging him to hurry.  He
told her to hold it down.. not to wake the children.  She tried
but couldn't control herself.  Once in the bedroom, she didn't
even take the time to undress, just throwing herself on the bed,
yanking up her skirt, and begging him to take it off.

  He got the key and moved between his wife's spread thighs. 
"I'm going to take it off, but if you touch your cunt or clit
without permission, it goes back on and this time you'll stay in
it until Saturday.  Understand?"  Myrna was panting so hard, she
couldn't answer.. she just grunted and nodded.

  As soon as the cunt strap was removed, her vagina contracted in
a hard spasm.  Her rapidly closing tube shot the dildo out across
the room.  Myrna's cunt juices squirted a foot into the air.  She
didn't stop moaning until her husband had fucked her through a
dozen orgasms over the next 30 minutes.    
---------------------------------------------------------------

  Things went very differently at school the next day.  Instead
of the long conservative dress she wore the first day, her dress
was short with a hemline two inches above her knees.  In place of
the brown shoes with one-inch heels, she wore 4-inch pumps with
stockings and a garter belt.  The dress showed none of her ample
breasts, but it was tight and clearly outlined the very large
mounds underneath.

  The first class was an unruly as it had been the first day. 
This time, however, she sat at her desk and crossed her legs as
she discussed the lesson with the class.  Immediately, the boys
near the front of the room became quiet and attentive.  She had
no trouble keeping their attention by simply uncrossing and then
recrossing her legs in the opposite direction from time to time.

  When some of the boys near the back of the room began to cause
a disturbance, Myrna stood up and continued the class while
standing.  When the noise subsided, she sat back down and
recrossed her legs, this time letting her skirt ride up slightly
higher.  After repeating this a second time, one very well-built
boy on the front row walked to the back of the room, said a few
things to the boys back there and there was no further trouble. 
When he returned to his seat, Myrna smiled at him.  When he was
seated and obviously once again looking at her legs, she opened
them enough to let him see almost to the tops of her hose.  She
let him look for five minutes or so and then recrossed her legs
making sure that half of her thigh was showing.

  The other classes went much the same way.  When the last class
of the day began, the two boys who had been trying to see up her
dress the first day were ready to try again.  When they saw what
she was wearing, they thought that they would be more successful
than before.  They were right.  At the very start of class, Myrna
reached to the far left side of her desk to get some papers.  In
doing so, she moved her left leg to the side.  She knew the
motion spread her legs wide open allowing the two boys to see all
the way to her panties.

  There were no more problems with discipline all week.  During
the lunch hour on Friday, the Principal came by to tell her how
pleased he was with her work.  He even offered her a full-time
position in the fall if she wanted it.  Just before her last
class started, she felt she owed the two boys in the front row a
present.

  Ten minutes before the end of class, Myrna uncrossed her legs
and slowly began to spread her knees apart.  At first, it was a
3-inch spread, then four, then five, her spreading legs forcing
her skirt higher on her thighs.  Only the two boys could see what
was happening.  When the gap between her knees reached 15 inches,
she knew the boys could see all the way up to her crotch.  She
held the position for the remainder of the class, allowing the
boys to enjoy the sight of her body.

  The bell rang and Myrna's week of substitute teaching came to
an end.  On the way out of the building, she stopped at the
ladies room, entered one of the stalls, took her panties out of
her handbag, and pulled them up her legs until they were snug
against her now very wet cunt.

-----------------------------------------------------


  Jack and Beth arrived promptly at 8 PM Saturday night.  Both
women were dressed in a short, tight dresses that showed ample
cleavage.  Pantyhose had been strictly forbidden.  Thigh-high
stockings with elastic tops or a garter belt were mandatory. 
Heels were to be at least four-inches, preferably five.  A quick
inspection showed each woman had opted for the five-inch heel. 
Panties and bras were optional.  Jack and Ryan both wondered if
they were wearing any.

  It was very obvious that both women were nervous, and they both
had good reason to be considering their behavior the previous
Saturday, which was now going to be fully revealed.  Throughout
the dinner, Myrna and Beth toyed with their food, exhibiting
little appetite in spite of the fact that the meal was excellent.
 Neither of them seemed to able to sit still.

  At 9:30 PM, everyone was gathered in the Jackson's den.  The
children were spending the weekend with grandparents.  Ryan
looked at Jack and said, "I think we're ready to hear Myrna's
confession about her behavior last Saturday night Richard's Club
and whatever happened after that."  Jack, Beth, and Ryan were
seated in a semicircle around her as Myrna began.

  "Well, all of you already know how things got started.  I had
bought a new, really hot outfit, put a dark rinse on my hair and
had a totally different type of hairdo that I've never used
before.  I arrived at Richard's 30 minutes early and it wasn't
more than 15 minutes before Marty approached me.  By the time the
three of you arrived, he already had me out on the dance floor. 
I didn't stop him when he put his hands on my ass and pulled me
against his bulge.  At first, he wasn't erect, but after feeling
my mound grinding against his cock, he got incredibly big.  The
size of his cock really turned me on."

  Myrna's story was also turning Jack on.  He was trying adjust
his pants to accommodate his erection, a fact that was not lost
on Beth.

  "There are some dimly lit nooks on the far side of the dance
floor.  Marty got me into one of those and unzipped the back of
my dress so he could get at my tits."

  Myrna looked at Jack.  "Jack, can you help me?  I need for you
to play the part of Marty so everyone can see just what was
happening."  Jack didn't have to be asked twice.  As soon as he
stood beside her, my wife instructed, "Please do what I say Marty
was doing.  Partially unzip the back of my dress like Marty did."
The top of Myrna's dress sagged as little when Marty pulled the
zipper down several inches.

  "Once he had my zip down, he kissed me hard and slid his hand
over my tits going inside my dress."  On cue, Jack kissed my wife
and moved his hand inside her dress.  He kept it up while she
continued.  Beth was licking her lips and had her hand pressed
against her own breast.

  "He kept grinding his big cock against me as he did it.  I was
just too hot to stop him."  Jack held my wife's ass hard against
his erection and began dry fucking her.

  "I couldn't keep my hips still.  Then Marty whispered in my ear
that he just had to see my tits."  Jack whispered in Myrna's ear
and moments later, he had removed both of her tits from her bra
and had them out in the open above the top of her dress.

  "One of his hands left my ass, moved to the front of my dress,
and slipped underneath.  A moment later, I felt his fingers on my
panties seeking out my clitoris.  I spread my legs and he had no
trouble finding it"  Jack's hand disappeared under Myrna's dress.
 Moments later, she moaned softly and her hips began to rotate
and hunch in small fuck motions against Jack's hand that he had
pressed against her pussy.

  "At that point, Ryan called me on my cell phone.  I motioned
for Marty to be quiet, that it was my husband.  Beth saw all
this, I think.  Ryan asked me if I wanted him to step in and stop
it.  I was just too far gone.  I felt like I was about to cum and
I just had to feel Marty's big cock in me.  I told him not to
stop it.  I think he and Beth left then."

  "For Marty's benefit, I told Ryan that I would be working at
the school for a long time and not to wait up for me.  Five
minutes later, he had me in his car and we were on our way to his
apartment.  He made me pull my dress up to my hips so he could
see my thighs and panties."   Jack immediately yanked Myrna's
dress up around her hips.  The thong panties just barely covered
her pussy. She was wearing hose and a garter belt like she had
the previous Saturday.

  "We hadn't been in his place for more than a minute before he
had my dress and bra completely off."   Jack finished unzipping
the dress and dropped it to the floor.  Myrna stepped out of it
as he unhooked her bra and pulled it away.

  "He took me in the bedroom and told me to get on the bed.  I
laid down and watched him removing his clothes.  When he was down
to just his jockey briefs, he was so hard and his cock so huge
that they couldn't contain it.  He had 10 hard, thick inches and
a full three inches thrust out the top of his briefs.  It was
just incredibly erotic.  I felt my juices soaking the thong and
running down my ass crack.  Making sure his eyes were on my
pussy, I pulled off the thong and spread myself wide open."  Jack
pulled her thong down her legs baring her cunt.

  "That hot stud ordered me to stand up and bend over bed, legs
as wide as I could get them, head on the bed, ass up.  Like
this."

  Myrna moved over to the love seat, put her hands on one of the
two seat cushions, spread her feet wide apart, and bent over so
that her head touched the seat.  Her ass and cunt holes were
fully  displayed, and we could all see her juices running down
her thighs.  "He gave me the first of five hard fuckings in this
position."

  Jack looked at me, obviously asking permission to fuck my wife.
 "Let's let Myrna wait for what we all know she wants while we
hear what Beth has to say.  Jack, you sit down and listen while I
help Beth reenact what happened."

  Beth moved to where Myrna had just been and faithfully
described everything that had occurred up to the point I had
called my wife.  I assisted her confession by dry fucking her in
front of her husband with my hands under her dress, inside her
panties, finger fucking her while rubbing her now very erect and
hard clitoris.  It was exactly what I had done the previous
Saturday.

  �Ryan gave me the choice of going back to our table and leaving
with you or calling you and telling you that Ryan would bring me
home.  You know that I called.  I was so hot watching what Marty
was doing to Myrna, I couldn�t resist.  And Ryan was finger
fucking me, rubbing my clit and grinding his cock against my
pussy mound, just like he�s doing now.  I wanted him to fuck me
so I called.�  Jack was squeezing his cock trying to keep from
coming in his pants.

  �Ryan brought me back here and stripped me naked except for my
stockings and heels.�  Ryan proceeded to do just that.  In 15
seconds, Jack�s wife stood in the middle of the room, naked
except for her thigh-highs and 5-inch fuck-me heels.

  �He took me in the bedroom, put me on the bed, spread me, and
went down on my soaked pussy.  God...I�ve never been eaten like
that.  I came in less than a minute.  His tongue just kept
licking me, probing inside my cunt, sucking on my clit...  He
made me cum and cum and cum.  Finally, I was begging him to stop.
 He just ignored me and made me cum again.  After 30 minutes, I
had cum eight or nine times.  The bedsheets were soaked with my
secretions and his saliva.  I could feel my vagina opening and
closing."

  �He let me rest a bit and then began rubbing oil all over my
body.  Kissing every inch of me as he oiled me.  His fingers were
everywhere... in my cunt..  on my clit..  on my ass.. squeezing
and rubbing my tits..  sinking into my asshole...  probing into
my pussy.  I began to cum again..  it seemed like it was one
hard, continuous orgasm.�

  Ryan looked over at Myrna, who was still bent over, her
gorgeous ass up in the air, exhibiting her cunt and ass between
widely spread legs.  Her ass was slowly undulating, thrusting
back and forth in slow fuck motions as she listened to Beth�s
confession.  Two thin streams of secretions slid out of her cunt
and ran down her thighs.  My fingers were still inside Beth�s
cunt, one on her clit.  She was thrusting her hips against my
hand trying to get me to bring her to orgasm.  Every time I
thought she was getting close, I would back off, keeping her on
the edge but not permitting to go over.

  �When I thought I couldn�t possibly cum any more, Ryan put me
on my back, with a pillow beneath my hips to arch my cunt high. 
Then, he put a vibrator right on my swollen clitoris.  I think I
screamed.  My legs shot straight out.  My toes curled up and
back.  He put his weight on me to hold me in position as he
worked that vibrator over my exploding clitoris.  I lost control
of my bladder and urinated over the bed.  My belly contracted in
hard spasms as I had orgasm after orgasm.  Finally, he stopped.�

  �I have no idea how long I laid there, throbbing, my body
quivering.  Eventually, Ryan was kissing me gently, bringing me
down from that incredible high.  He helped me to my feet and got
me dressed.  Then, he carried me like a new bride out to his car.
 As he was putting me into the front seat, I realized that he
hadn�t fucked me.  In fact, he had given me an uncountable number
of orgasms but hadn�t gotten off himself.  I kissed him and as I
pulled my lips from his, I asked, �Don�t you want to fuck me?�

  �What did he say?�  Jack asked.

  Beth looked right at her husband.  �He said he was dying to
fuck me.  That his cock felt like it was going to break off it
was so hard.  But you weren�t present and didn�t know.  And there
was no way he was going to fuck his best friend�s wife behind his
back.  I told him to forget about you.  To take me back to bed
and fuck me like a hot whore.  He refused but he also said that
if we came here next Saturday, he was going to fuck me until I
can�t stand up.  Ooohhh god.. I can�t wait!!�

  �All right, Beth.  I think that�s satisfactory.  Jack now knows
what a slutty whore you were last Saturday.  Go over take your
place beside Myrna.  Use the other cushion of the love seat, bend
over just like you see her, and put your cunt and ass on full
display beside hers.  Jack and I will then decide what should be
done with our two whorish sluts.�

  Beth moved to the love seat beside my wife.  She bent over
placing her head on the seat.  When she spread her legs, her
right leg crossed over Myrna's left leg.  Two luscious female
asses arched high in the air.  Two pair of lips spread wide open
in excitement around the two gaping wet cunt holes.  The women
waited, hot and wet, their cuntal lubrication flowing, wetting
their holes, and seeping down their wide open thighs.

  Ryan and Jack stood behind the two bent-over women, their cocks
stone hard from playing with them and now from seeing how they
were bent over waiting to be fucked.  "I think we should start by
lubricating their fuck holes with some cum.  Which whore do you
want, Jack?"

  "I think I'll take the one of the right", indicating Myrna. 
The men stripped and approached the waiting fuck holes of the two
women.  Jack pressed the head of his thick cock against the
moist, gaping opening between Myrna's thighs.  Her lips were so
soaked they parted easily to allow the huge shaft to enter her
vagina. The cock stretched her open.

  "Aaaaahhhhhhh.god... YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!  One of
them is fucking me, Beth... OOOOhhhhhhh shit...GIVE IT TO
MEEEEEEEE."

  One inch entered Myrna.  Then the second inch penetrated Ryan's
wife.  Her mouth stretched into a huge oval, her eyes clenched
shut as her ass and cunt began to spasm.  Three inches.. then
four were pushed into the hot tunnel.  Myrna Jackson's tongue
shot out, then curled and began to lick her top lip.  Her hips
undulated and thrust against the male phallus driving it even
deeper.  Six inches, then seven were buried in the wildly
hunching housewife.  Jack slowly pulled it out leaving a huge
opening.  He watched the female juices seeping out for a moment
and then put himself back into the grunting woman.  This time,
eight inches entered Myrna's vagina.

  She screamed and exploded in orgasm. ."OOHHHHHHHHHH IM
CUMMMING. FUCK MEEEEEEE! OOOOH PLEASE FUCK ME.  MAKE ME CUM!"

  Beth felt Myrna's body jerking and hunching as she was being
fucked.  Her moans caused her cunt to contract.  She
needed..wanted cock in her hot cunt.  Ryan pressed his muscular
body against Jack's wife, his penis immediately sinking deeply
inside her cunt. Beth shuddered violently, her head thrown back,
her mouth an open hole with the tongue stabbing wildly in the
air.  Clenching his buttocks, Ryan flexed his huge shaft
stretching the vaginal walls. The married slut moaned in her
intense passion:

  "UUUNNGGGGGGNNNNN".

  Ryan's hips rotated and slammed again and again into her wide
open waiting cunt hole.  His cock frictioned against the erected
clitoris.   Beth hissed with hot pleasure.   Again the penis
flexed within her vagina.

  "Ooohhhhh god.."

  He covered her breasts with his hands, pinching and rolling her
nipples, as he slowly pulled his shaft from the hot pussy.

  "Ohhhhhh.Nooooo.. Please. Don't take it out. In! IN! PUT IT
BACK IN MEEEE."

  Ryan slowly drove his weapon back into her.  Her hips and ass
began a series of uncontrolled fuck motions until she exploded
into rippling spasms of pleasure as the orgasm rolled over her.

  After both females had cum three times, Jack looked over and
watching Ryan hammering his cock in and out of his wife.  "You
ready, Buddy.  Ready to unload cum into these whores? "

  "Oh yeah.  Been struggling to hold off.  This slutty wife of
yours has one hot tight fuck hole.  Count it off.  On five we
shoot them full."

  Jack counted down.  On five, both cocks throbbed inside the
women.  Each wife felt the sex gun pumping inside her cunt
expand, drive deep to the bottom of her waiting sex hole, thud
hard into the cervix and begin shooting huge streams of semen
right into the neck of her womb.  The two male guns fired again
and again into the two cunts, filling each with cum that ran out
in a thick stream to form two long cum ropes, one hanging from
the lips of each pussy, getting longer and longer until they both
finally broke of their own weight and splattered over the carpet.


  Jack and Ryan poured themselves a drink and relaxed on the
couch while watching their wives bent over like whores, cum still
dripping out of each woman's pussy.  Neither woman moved.  Both
waited for the men to use them again.

  Thirty minutes later, Beth and Myrna were on their backs on the
king-sized bed, side-by-side, but in opposite directions. 
Myrna's face was inches away from Beth's cunt watching Ryan's
huge cock pumping in and out the gaping hole.  Each time the cock
drove into the bottom of Beth's cunt, previous cum loads and her
secretions were forced out.  As the hard shaft withdrew, she
throbbed seeing how it was coated with a thick layer of white
froth.

  Beth saw exactly the same thing as Jack's prick fucked in and
out of Myrna's sex hole.  At one point, her husband pulled his
rod all the way out.  Myrna had been so thoroughly fucked, her
cuntal opening was a huge round hole that stayed fully open
waiting for the cock to reenter her vagina.  Cum and cunt juices
bubbled out.   Jack rammed back into the waiting hole, and Beth
heard Myrna grunt in female satisfaction.

  Both females moaned and grunted as the men fucked them.  Their
legs flailed and jerked in the air.  Both pair of tits were
jerked back and forth as the men slammed their hips into the
upturned female asses trying to bury their cocks even deeper into
their cunts.

  "OOhhhh Shit, Jack!  I'm gonna cum in your wife's cunt...
aahhhh... HERE IT CUMS.....UUUNNGGHHHHHH..."

  A moment later, Beth screamed...."ooohhh OOOHHHH...  YESSS...
YES..YES...  HE'S CUMMING IN MEEEEEEEEEEEE... OOHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK!
 I'M CUMMMINGGGGGG.."

  A minute later, Ryan lay atop Beth's heaving body, his breath
coming in labored gasps.  Beside them, Jack and Myrna were
ramming their bodies together in a wild sex dance.  Myrna's eyes
squeezed shut, her face contorted with the ecstatic sensations
rippling through her pussy as Jack fucked into her again and
again with hard, smashing thrusts.

  Beth and Ryan watched the fucking couple, listening to the
slapping of their bare bellies and the slurping sloshing sounds
of Jack's cock pistoning in and out of Myrna's overflowing cunt.
Beth stared at Myrna's cunt opening where the cum-slickened cock
was sliding smoothly in and out of the pink lipped cunt.

  Myrna babbled and moaned as she approached her climax. 
"Ooohhhh..Darling... that's it...that's beautiful...  Give it to
me harder.  Aaaahhhh.... I love your big cock in my cunt... 
Don't stop...ooohhh god...please..DON'T STOP...  KEEP FUCKING
MEEEEEEEE." UN-Huh.. UN-HUH ..  UN-HUH ... AH.. AH..  AH.. AH...
AHH....UNNOOUUUUUUU."

  Jack fucked her with savage thrusts.  His hips rolled and
twisted, his cock sliding in and out of her hole at different
angles, frictioning her throbbing clitoris, driving the woman
into a frenzy of sexual heat.  The bed bounced and shook as
Myrna's ass rose and fell to the meet the strokes of her lover. 
Her back arched, her feet slammed down on the bed, braced her
body, as her hips pumped furiously.

  Myrna's cunt and clitoris exploded!  Wild screams rent the air
as her cunt spasmed and convulsed fiercely.  Jack rammed his cock
in and out of the throbbing female hole.  His buttocks clenched
hard as his spurting cock flooded her contracting cunt hole.  He
rammed her faster, shooting jet after jet of heavy cream deep
into her pussy.  Finally, his body fell against Myrna's.  They
both lay still, gasping for breath, sweat running off their
bodies.  Their sex organs were still connected, each continuing
to twitch and throb against the other.

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  For the first part of the next week, Myrna busied herself with
her many civic activities.  She did volunteer work at both the
hospital and the humane society.  She canvassed the neighborhood
for the United Way.  She frequently thought about their new, now
very intimate, friends, Beth and Jack.  They had already begun
discussing what erotic game they might play next month.

  On Thursday, Myrna fixed a delicious breakfast of pancakes,
eggs, and bacon for Ryan and the children.  They all ate
together, as the children spoke of their school projects, and
Ryan of the day's upcoming projects and meetings.  After Ryan had
left and she had watched the kids board the school bus, she
called and cancelled all her appointments for that day.  She took
a shower, fixed her hair and make up, laid out a sexy miniskirt
and low-cut sweater outfit, thigh-high stockings and four-inch
pumps.  An hour later, she was sitting on the couch in the den
reading a magazine.

  She stopped reading when she heard the distinct sound of the
key turning the lock on the front door.  The door opened.. then
closed..  the key again turning in the lock.  She waited .. 
hearing the footsteps behind her.

  She felt the hot breath of the man on her neck, his lips
brushed against her neck, kissing their way up her face onto her
cheek.  She leaned back against him, his hands finding the thrust
of her large breasts.

  "Is he gone?", he whispered in her ear as his tongue explored
within.

  "Yess..", she groaned.  "He's gone for the whole day.  So are
the kids.   Mmmmmmmm..."

  "So we have all the time we need."  He put his fingers under
her chin, tilted her head up, and kissed her, gently at first,
then harder.  She felt his hands on her sweater-covered breasts,
kneading them, pulling on her erect nipples.  She pressed her
shoulders back against him and felt his large bulge.  She liked
the feeling.  His lips were now against hers, pressing hard in a
passionate kiss.  His tongue probed against her mouth, seeking
entrance.  She gave it to him, taking his tongue deep inside her
mouth where she played over it with her own tongue.  Myrna felt
her vagina gushing her sex cream.
  Her lover moved to the front of the couch and pulled her to her
feet.  His hand moved to her ass slowly hefting both firm cheeks
and then sliding beneath the short skirt to feel her more
intimately.  His fingers explored her ass, her thighs down to her
stocking tops, around to the front where he felt her pussy mound
and her wetness.  She offered no resistance when his fingers
delved into the slit.  He moved sensuously against her, grinding
his hard cock into her pelvis so she could feel his hardness, his
need, his wild desire to fuck her.  When his hand moved beneath
her panties to her naked ass, she felt his cock jerk hard.

  "Like it?  Do you like the way my body feels", she smiled at
him.

  "Love it.  God, I love the wet panties... you hot cunt slit. 
Your ass feels magnificent.  Firm.  I bet you're fire hot between
your legs now."

  His fingers moved back to her pussy to check. Myrna moved her
feet further apart so he could have access.  His finger slipped
under the panties into her wetness.  She couldn't suppress her
moan.  He was lifting the front of her skirt now, right there in
her den, right in front of the open windows.  The thought made
her pussy gush her cream all over his probing hand and her
thighs.  Then his fingers were on her swollen clitoris.

  "Oh Oh OH AAahhhh..."

  "Hot bitch.  Your tits are naked under the sweater aren't
they?"

  "Yes.. naked.", she hissed in passion.  Two fingers sank into
her vagina making her moan again, louder this time.  Her hips
humped on his probing fingers.

  She heard the zipper of her dress being lowered down her back.
"We're right in front of the windows.  The guy next door spies on
me a lot.  Please don't take it off.  Just feel me."

  "And if I decide I want to take sit off and get you naked right
here in front of the window?  So he can see your ass..  your
naked tits..  your naked cunt?"

  "OOohhhhhhh god... naked..  aaahhhhhhh.."

  She felt him pull up the back of the dress and pull down her
panties exposing her naked ass to the window and whoever might be
watching.  "You know he's watching, don't you.  He's probably
watching you through binoculars, jerking his cock, thinking how
slutty and hot you look.  He's dying to feel you like I'm feeling
you."

  "Myrna, open your legs.  The guy next door wants to see your
hot wet cunt."

  She spread wide and felt his hand on her sex.  Two fingers slid
in and out of her wet channel.  Another worked her clitoris until
she was moaning and humping.

  "Hot bitch.  Turn around.  Show your cunt to the window so he
can see it."

  He pulled his fingers out of her box and pushed her body up
against the window. The excitement was overwhelming.  Her chest
rose and fell as she gasped in passion.  "I think he wants to see
your tits too, don't you?"

  "Ohhhhh yesss...yess...show him my big tits."

  Her lover pulled her sweater up over her tits.  She wore no
bra.  He pushed her forward until the hardened nipples pressed
against the glass.

  "Oooohhh..god... he's seen me now..  Take me in the bedroom and
fuck me.  I'm so hot.. I need it.  Hurry."

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  The tongue tip moved up pulsing shaft of the Myrna�s erect,
throbbing clitoris causing ripples of pleasure to course through
her vagina.  When it reached the tip, the tongue stopped and
pressed against the swollen organ.  Female moans filled the room.
 Then, it flicked back and forth causing her hips to arch upward,
her legs to stiffen.  As her lover's lips suctioned the turgid
shaft into his waiting mouth, Myrna shrieked loudly and began a
continuous moaning punctuated with gasps.

  Inside the mouth, the man�s tongue rapidly lashed up and down
the near bursting clitoris.  Sex juices bubbled from her
throbbing vagina; her toes pointed and her legs locked rigidly
into a taut, stretched position.  When his finger wedged itself
into the crevice of the tightly clinched ass and touched her
hole, it opened spastically in response to the swirling motion of
the tongue around her engorged clit.  Myrna wailed in hot passion
as the finger entered her ass.

  She felt the tongue leave her clit and enter her overheated
vagina, one inch, then two inches.  Slowly, it was pulled out of
her sex channel.  She felt it slide up the length of her gaping
slit until it once more found the throbbing bud at the top of her
cunt.  Her ass was now six inches off the bed, thrusting wildly.

  �OOOHHHHHHHHHH GOD�LICK MEEEEEEEE�, she wailed in response to
the throbbing spasms of pleasure rippling through her clitoris.

  The stud at her cunt felt the hot wife approaching orgasm.  Her
vagina was throbbing throughout its entire length and the
engorged clit jerked spastically every time his tongue touched
it.  Using his fingers, he stretched the cunt lips wide and
stripped back the protective hood to completely unsheathe Myrna�s
clitoris.  His finger massaged the shaft with slow up/down
motions.  The married slut's hips rose higher; her eyes clenched
shut.  He increased the speed of his strokes watched the wet hole
open in hot response.  She begged him to finish her, to let her
cum.

  Clamping his lips over her near bursting organ, he sucked hard
causing her clitoris to expand and throb within his mouth.  His
tongue lashed up and down the shaft and over the tip, again and
again and again.  Myrna�s mouth opened wide in a strangled gasp
of helpless passion.  Several more hard strokes of his tongue
over the clit tip caused her tongue to shoot out and rotate in
wide circles.

  He felt her clitoris contract in a hard spasm and
simultaneously felt the wide open vagina begin to throb wildly up
and down its entire length.  Her sex opening expanded and then
contracted violently.  He heard the woman grunting, then moaning
and finally screaming as her orgasm exploded.

  His cock jerked, precum coating its swollen purple head.  He
had to get into her.  Myrna felt him moving between her thighs. 
Instantly, she jacked her legs up into the air and pulled them
back to elevate her pussy into fucking position so she could
receive her lover's cock.  With her knees almost against her
tits, her cunt was a perfect target.  She spread herself wider as
she felt his body press between her thighs.  His thick, 10-inch,
rock-hard penis easily penetrated the well-lubricated vagina.

  The big head stretched the orifice and pressed inward. Myrna's
vagina eagerly opened wide to receive the male shaft.  He pressed
four or five inches into the throbbing hole, stretching it into a
huge oval around his stone hard cock.  Her mouth stretched wide
open forming a huge hole through which her tongue lolled out,
making random circular motions in the air.  He watched with
pleasure as the woman's eyes clenched shut.  Her orgasm exploded.
 Juices gushed out to coat his gigantic cock fucking relentlessly
into the defenseless cunt.  Myrna's clitoris exploded into a
series of hard spasms, and she heard her lover grunt in male
satisfaction as her vagina clenched and throbbed around his huge
shaft.

  The cock bored in deeper, stretching the fuck hole into an even
bigger oval that was completely plugged by the driving, rock hard
penis.   He held onto her naked, bouncing tits as he drove
himself even deeper.  When he had buried seven inches inside the
hot cunt, he stopped, squeezed the big tits and her still
throbbing clitoris.

  Slowly, he pulled himself out of the throbbing vagina.  When
just the head was left inside the babbling woman, he started back
in.  She arched her hips and pressed back to receive it.  This
time it hit the bottom of her vagina and rammed forcefully into
Myrna's cervix.  She moaned in intense pleasure.

  Once more, the stud pulled the cock from her body, almost all
the way.  His next thrust drove the last three inches of his sex
gun into the bottom of her vagina.  The dull thud of impact
forcing another grunt of passion from her.  He had it completely
buried in Myrna's throbbing body.  Then, he began to fuck her
with the determined, hard strokes of a rutting male using a
female hole. Immediately, Myrna's body convulsed into another
orgasm.

  Her lover's penis begin to swell. It grew to huge proportions
and then, suddenly, it literally exploded the huge load of semen
into Myrna's waiting vagina.  He throbbed inside her cunt again
and again, each time sending a thick stream of male seed into her
contracting hole.  He continued to throb and empty into her for
at least a minute.  She held her body in position for him and
concentrated on squeezing his throbbing cock with her vaginal
muscles to make it as good for him as possible.  Finally, his
throbbing stopped. The semihard cock soaked in the mixed juices
of her cunt and his semen.

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

  Myrna thrilled to the hot words and pressed her body tightly
against his.

  Thirty minutes later, Myrna was completely naked.  She was
spread wide open on the bed, her ass on a pillow, her lover
pressing a vibrator against her engorged throbbing clitoris.  She
was moaning in ecstasy, her body shaking.

  "I can't go on like this anymore, Marty", she begged.  "I have
to be fucked by that big hard-on of yours.  I want you in me. 
Now!  Please!  Put it in and fuck.. fuck me hard..."

  He pulled away from between her legs.  Her hand automatically
began to rub her juicy twat in anticipation.  Her hips rose and
fell, as she waited for Marty to put that massive prick in her. 
As he climbed back onto the bed, she braced her feet on the bed,
her hips undulating sensuously, and pulled the mouth of her cunt
open in erotic invitation.

  "Put it in.... Put it right here.  It's wide open for you.  I
need it.  Fuck me.  Fuck your big prick into my cunt!  Stick it
where it belongs... up my hot pussy!"

  Her hole spasmed wildly as the prick entered her.  She rammed
her hips upward engulfing four inches of cock.  She moaned in
frustration when he pulled it back.  It exited from her body, and
Myrna saw a long strand of wet shiny cum dripping from the
bloated head.  She held herself up, keeping her pussy in direct
line with his cock.  His next thrust rammed all 10 inches into
her cunt.  The breath whooshed out of her lungs as he hammered
her hips into the bed.

  Then he began to fuck her relentlessly.  In and out.  Holding
her ass so she could not escape.  His arms held her legs wide
open.  The throbbing, thick shaft bored in and out of her.  Myrna
began to cum.  Then she exploded into another climax.  Again and
again, she came as he fucked her.  Finally, Marty could take no
more.  He jammed his cum-filled organ deep into her contracting
hole, pressed the big head against the opening of her womb, and
began to shoot one gush of semen after another into her cunt.

  Three more times that day, she got a hard vigorous fucking from
Marty's big cock.  Each time, more cum was emptied into her hot
cunt as she came again and again and again.  He got up and left
sometime around 4 PM.  She was too fucked out to even move.  She
laid on the bed without moving, her legs still wide open, cum
seeping from her stretched vagina, the bed linen covered with her
secretions and Marty's expended cum loads.

  She was, indeed, the perfect wife. 
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