Summer in Albuquerque 

	by RLM
	
	It was dry and only moderately hot on the day we moved into the house Paula and I had rented for the summer.  My temporary assignment to the Albuquerque office would only be for the summer or perhaps a month or two longer so we really didn't require a house, but Paula wanted one so here we were moving into our new living quarters.

	The house was nicely furnished but needed some work.  My wife was quick to point out that the owner had agreed to pay for all materials used in fixing the place provided we furnished the labor. 

	"It will give me something to do this summer", she said. 

	It was a one-story, three-bedroom house in one of those housing editions where the builder had tried to cram in as many homes as possible on the land available.  Although there was a reasonably spacious backyard, there was almost no side yard. In fact, the house was less than 10 feet from homes on either side of us.  I shrugged it off thinking, "Well, it's just for a few months. Doesn't really make much difference."

	As the movers carried our belongings from the company-supplied moving van into our home under Paula's watchful eye,  I amused myself by watching the men watching my wife.  Although they were working at a steady pace, they rarely let their eyes drift to  my wife's attractive legs and ass.  The two guys who were not staring at Paula's legs and ass were obviously "tit men".  Their eyes were glued to my wife's heaving chest as she breathed deeply due to the exertion of moving the heavy objects she didn't want to trust to the employees unloading the van.  I couldn't really blame them.  Her 5'7" frame looked luscious in the short-shorts and heels that she wore.  She wasn't wearing pantyhose, but with her tan, her legs didn't really need any.  Her large 36D breasts bounced with each move.  Each erotic bounce did its share to hold the attention of the movers.

	As it turned out, none of the movers got to do anything more than watch my wife during the day.  They did this with barely concealed lust.  My luck wasn't any better than theirs.  After a day of hard work moving into our new temporary home, Paula rejected my suggestion that we initiate our new home by fucking in the middle of the living room floor. 

	"Get real!", she said.  "I'm going to bed.  I'm exhausted." 
	
	What a bummer! I'm sure the movers thought so too.

	I started work in the Albuquerque office the next day, leaving Paula to work on the house.  She literally threw herself into the job, and I had to admit that the place was looking a great deal better by the middle of the second week.  When I inquired about how she was getting so much done in such a short time, she told me that she had hired our neighbor's teenage son, Greg, to help.

	"How old is he", I asked?

	"I think he's 17, but I'm not really sure. I know he's still in high school. He is a good worker. Do you mind?" 

	"Not at all. Why should I mind? Is he handsome? Turn you on?" 

	Paula glared at me. "He's 17! Just a kid." 

	I smiled. "I hear that some 17-year old guys are very virile with really big hard ones", I teased. I was thinking of a 17-year old guy we had met in Albuquerque a few years before, but I didn't bring it up. 

	"Really?"  My wife pretended to think about it.  "I'll have to check that out."

	Nothing more was said about our virile 17-year old neighbor for a few days.  I could tell that he continued to help Paula with her various projects because the work was progressing too fast for her to be doing it alone.  On Friday, I took off work earlier than usual since I had everything done that needed doing.  As soon as I entered the house, I could hear my wife speaking to someone in one of the bedrooms.

	"Do you want me to paint the baseboards too, or maybe you want to stain the wood?" 

	"What do you think, Greg?" 

	"I'd just paint them. They're painted all over the rest of the house.  Would look funny if you stained them in just one room. Besides, it's a lot easier to paint'em than to put on stain." 

	"How do you think it looks", I heard my wife ask. 

	"It looks great!" came the reply. 

	I heard my wife laugh.  "I mean the paint job."

	Needless to say, this exchange piqued my interest.  Leaving the house quietly, I went around to the side of the house.  The window was open giving me a clear view of the room.  Greg was lying on the floor, presumably so he could paint the base boards.  My wife was standing near him looking down at him as he worked.  The short skirt she wore came only to mid thigh.  With her spike heels elevating her another four inches, Greg had a very enticing view every time he looked up at my wife.  He was staring up at her now.

	"Keep your mind on the job, Greg. You aren't half finished yet and my husband will be home soon." 

	"It's hard to concentrate on painting", the young man pleaded. 

	"And what are you concentrating on?" 

	"You know what I'm thinking about." 

	"Tell me", my wife commanded. 

	"Your legs. You have incredible legs, Mrs. Baxter." 

	"You really think so? I'm sure the young girls you date make mine look old and flabby." 

	"OH NO! No way! Your legs are just gorgeous."

	My wife took a step closer to the young boy lying on the floor of my bedroom.  She stood with her feet further apart than normal.  "My legs are not all you're looking at is it, Greg?" 

	"No. I can't help it. I'm sorry." 

	"You should be.  What else are you looking at, Greg?" 

	"Your panties", he stammered, half in embarrassment, half in lust. 

	"Do you like women's panties, Greg? Do they excite you?" 

	"Yours do", he almost whispered, the painting of the base board completely forgotten.  "Because I can almost see through them.  I can see your pussy hair." 

	"I really shouldn't be letting you see that, Greg.  I'm a married woman, you know.  Does your girlfriend shave her pussy?" 

	"I don't know. She's never told me." 

	"You mean you've never seen her pussy?  Don't you have sex with her?" 

	"She won't let me.  All she will let me do is play with her tits.  I mean, her breasts." Even from my vantage point, I could see Greg blush as he said it.

	My wife laughed. "You don't have to be so formal with me, Greg.  I know perfectly well what tits are.  Besides, don't you think it's a little silly for you to be worrying about saying "tits" rather than "breasts" when I'm standing here letting you look up my dress." 

	My wife paused and moved a step closer.  Greg was looking almost straight up my wife's skirt now.  "Do you like a completely shaved pussy or one that's partially shaved and trimmed like mine?"

	"I like yours", he almost screamed. 

	"Now how do you know that. You really haven't seen mine and besides, you might find that you prefer a woman completely shaved and bare between her thighs." 

	"Can I touch it?" he begged. 

	"No.  Not now.  My husband will be home soon.  Besides you shouldn't be touching a married woman's pussy, Greg.  Are you hard? Is your penis hard now, Greg?  Judging from that huge bulge in your shorts, I think it is.  You have to learn to have better control of yourself, Honey."

	God. what a prick tease my wife was. She was literally torturing the guy. 

	"I can't help it", he moaned. 

	"Then I think I better stop and let you get control of yourself before my husband comes home.  I certainly wouldn't want him to see you with that huge erection."

	I watched as my wife moved away from the boy, shutting off his view of paradise.  He reluctantly went back to his painting of the base board while Paula moved around inspecting the completed portion of the job.  When she was just around the corner from where Greg was painting, she spread her legs and bent at the waist as if to more closely inspect the base board. "I think you missed a couple of spots here, Greg.  The wood is bare. Come look."

	It was wild. Her bent-over posture pulled her short skirt up over her buttocks completely exposing her ass and her sex between her spread thighs.  Only the thin panties concealed anything from Greg's view, and they didn't conceal much.  The crotch band was partially buried between the cheeks of her ass and one edge had slipped into her slit exposing the labia on that side.  My wife bent even lower and arched her ass even higher.

	"Can you see it?  Can you see how bare it is?", my wife asked.  Greg stared directly at my wife's ass and then lower to her partially exposed vagina. 

	"Can you see it?" she asked again. "Right here, where it's bare." 

	"Oh god..Yes. I can see it. I can see it easily." 

	"Well, don't you think it needs to be covered?  Greg groaned and squeezed his cock through his jeans. 

	"Are you looking at it?" my wife asked, holding her bent over position.  She spread her feet another few inches exposing the entire plane of her crotch to him. 

	"Yes. I'm looking at it.  I can see it." 

	"Should it be covered?" 

	"No. I don't want it covered. I like it like that." 

	"Now that's nonsense.  I don't think you can see just how bad it looks bare like this.  Come closer so you can really see it."

	Greg moved up behind my wife, his eyes glued to the broad expanse of female flesh exposed before him.  He was right behind my wife now, blocking my view. 

	"See the bare spots. See them?" 

	"Yeah.ohhhh yeah.. I can see them." 

	"Well lean down here so you can see them and decide if you don't need to do something about it." 

	Greg moved as close as he could.  The thrusting erection inside his jeans pressed into the crease of my wife's ass.  He leaned over her back staring at the spots on the baseboard to which my wife was apparently pointing.  Their talking ceased.  Greg's hips moved in thrusting motions against my wife's ass.  She bent lower, touching her hands to the floor as her legs opened even wider.  He pushed her short skirt the rest of the way up her hips until it bunched around her waist.

	"Mmmmm. you really do have a hard problem, Honey", my wife hissed. 

	"Ohh god. your tits are huge!" 

	Although my view was blocked, it was obvious that he had his arms around my wife's upper body, cupping and squeezing her breasts as he dry humped against her.  "Can I fuck you?" 

	"No. I'm married.  That's not proper.  Besides my husband will be home soon.  Just because I let you see my legs and panties doesn't mean you can have intercourse with me." My wife moved a few inches away from the boy's thrusting hips as she said this. 

	"But, I want you.  I want to do it to you.  I've never done it with a woman before."

	I thought I could actually hear my wife's gasp of passion and excitement when she heard this. I knew from experience just how much the thought of having sex with a virgin male turned her on.  Immediately, her ass moved back against the boy's hard erection.  I knew she was as close to orgasm as Greg was.

	"Please", he begged as he humped against my wife. 

	"No. I mean it! There isn't time."

	Suddenly, I saw the boy's body arch.  His legs tensed.  His hips arched back and forth driving my wife's body up against the wall again and again.  "Oohhh shit.I'm gonna cum!"

	Greg began to grunt and gasp as his load spewed out of his engorged penis.  The huge load soaked through his shorts and jeans and ran down his thighs.  When he finally pulled away from my wife, I saw that the front of his jeans had a spreading cum stain covering them.  Paula stayed in her bent over position for several more moments.  I wasn't certain if my wife had also climaxed or not, but I guessed that she had.

	I went back to the front of the house and waited several minutes to give them time to clean up.  When I entered, I made a huge racket to give them ample warning that I was home.  Paula appeared in the living room and greeted me with a warm kiss.  She was still breathing hard. "I'm so excited. Greg has almost gotten the bedroom finished. Come look." 

	(Paula picks up the story)

	So my darling husband spied on us!  How sneaky can you get? And he doesn't know if his wife climaxed or not when her teenage lover squeezed her breasts and thrust his steel-hard penis into the crease of her ass... again and again!  How naive can a man get?  Of course I had a climax, an explosive one that sent shivering spasms rippling through my vagina and clitoris.  In my husband's defense, however, he probably couldn't see my hand between my thighs stroking my clit as Greg humped against me.

	It all began very innocently.  The back yard was a mess.  The grass needed to be mowed; the weeds and grass at the base of fence and around all the trees needed to be trimmed and the flowerbeds needed work.  I hired our teenage neighbor, Greg, to do the work. It started the very first day.  As I was giving him instructions, I noticed that he was paying a lot more attention to my halter-encased breasts, my ass and my legs than he was to the directions I was giving him.  

	His eyes stared into my cleavage that was on display because the skimpy halter I was wearing really didn't do much to conceal my 36D mounds. I was aware that he could see the indentations my nipples made in the fabric.  From there, his eyes would scan downward to the crotch of the short shorts I was wearing.  I knew the garment was so tight that my slit was clearly outlined.  I was still talking as his eyes examined my thighs and my legs.  I felt the moisture forming between my thighs.

	"I don't think you're listening to a word I'm saying", I charged in an angry voice.  I expected the stammering denial of a boy caught stealing cookies by his mother.  Instead, I got a confident apology and the compliment of a mature man very sure of himself.

	"You're right.  I'm sorry.  You're just so beautiful and sexy in that outfit, it's really hard to think about cutting the grass. Please repeat what you said. I promise to listen more carefully this time.  And please don't be offended by my staring. I couldn't help it."

	To say his reply surprised me is an understatement.  I was stunned.  Even experienced mature men will often look away when they're caught staring.  Greg didn't flinch.  He looked straight into my eyes as he apologized.  I couldn't stop myself from glancing down at his crotch where his erection was obvious.  When I looked up, he was smiling broadly.  I knew he had caught me just as I had caught him.  I got even wetter.

	"It's ok. I understand.  I should have worn something less revealing." 

	"No!" he blurted.  "I like what you're wearing.  I really like it!"

	I felt my face flush with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment.  I began to repeat the directions and this time he stared into my eyes and listened to every word, but I noticed when I finished that he still had his erection.  I felt my vagina throb.

	That night I attacked my husband in bed like a wild woman.  I could tell he was really getting off making his wife groan and scream as he rammed her.  He held my legs in the crook of his arms and levered them up and back to expose my cunt completely to his hard thrusts, which he delivered with strong strokes, driving his cock against my cervix with authority each time he pounded himself into me.  I had three intense orgasms.  Each time I screamed that I was cumming and begged my husband to fuck me even harder.  I was proud of my husband for being able to keep up the pace and hold off his own climax until I was sated.  Little did he know that it wasn't him that I was thinking about each time I felt the hard cock ram into me.

	The next day, things went even further with Greg.  After my husband left for work, I thought about what to wear.  I felt my excitement growing as I selected the short sundress that left half of my thighs exposed, the very thin, transparent bikini panties that concealed very little, the equally thin nylon bra that lifted my 36D breasts but didn't prevent my nipples from indenting the dress.  When I put on my 4-inch pumps with no stockings, I felt like a slut, which, in fact, I probably was.

	As Greg weed whacked around the trees later that morning, I sat on the patio pretending to read a book.  Actually, I was acutely aware of his eyes on my legs and thighs.  With my legs crossed, the sundress automatically rode up exposing the crossed thigh almost to my panties.  When he moved to a tree just off the patio, I asked him if he wanted some lemonade.

	He stared at my thighs openly.  I remained still and let him look.  Finally, he looked up.  "I rather have a beer."  I knew I shouldn't give a beer to a 17-year old, but then I shouldn't have been flaunting my body at him either.  I went into the kitchen to fetch a beer.

	Greg was still working on the same tree when I came back.  I handed him the beer and returned to my chair.  I lowered myself and let my legs fall open as I pretended to search for my book.  He was only a few feet away.  I looked for my book and he looked at the crotch band of my panties.  I leaned over to pick up the book and spread my legs wider for him.  His eyes never left my panty-covered mound. 

	Finally, I felt that I had to move.  Picking up my book, I closed my thighs and crossed my legs, which were pointing directly at him.  He had another erection that he made no effort to conceal. Instead, he shook his head and said, "Wow! You make all the girls in my class look plain and ugly."

	I flushed with both pride and female heat.  There was no denying it.  This hard-muscled young man had me really turned on.  I found myself trying to estimate the size of his erect penis as he continued to work.  It was sticking straight up inside his jeans and looked to be at least seven inches and, I thought, maybe even larger.  I imagined it going into me.  The thought prompted me to pull my dress even higher on my thighs.  Greg obviously appreciated this and again openly examined my body.

	The next day, Greg was working in the flowerbeds around the patio.  He had to kneel to do this so he had a perfect view up my skirt.  I had worn an even shorter dress and wanted to omit the panties, but didn't have the nerve.  Even so, I sat with my thighs open much of the time so Greg could see all the way to my panties, which were, of course, soaking wet.  The wetness made them almost completely transparent so I knew he was able to see my pussy with little trouble.  That afternoon, I had my first orgasm from nothing more than knowing that he had a throbbing erection from looking at my pussy.

	The first part of the second week found Greg in our bedroom painting.  I watched from the bed giving him every opportunity to see up my dress.  I also had two buttons open allowing a great deal of cleavage to show.  When he started on the base boards, he was on the floor looking up my dress.  I stood up and moved next to him giving him an unobstructed view.  My husband has already told you about what happened after I did that. 

			(Gordon picks up the story.)

	I debated telling my wife that I had seen her with Greg and watched him get off humping against her ass.  In the end, I didn't tell her primarily because I really wanted to see how far she would go with him if she didn't know that I knew.

	For the next several days, I came home early and lurked around the house trying to catch her with him again.  Although I saw her with him numerous times, they were never doing anything more than teasing and flirting with each other as my wife would let him see her thighs and cleavage.  Finally, I decided to try something else. 

	On Monday of our third week in Albuquerque, I called my wife and told her that I had to work late and wouldn't be home until nearly midnight.  This was, of course, a lie.

	Around 9 PM, I drove home and parked my car in a shopping mall a few blocks from our house.  I walked the rest of the way home and found the house dark except for the window of our bedroom. The window faced Greg's house on the other side with very little space between the two homes.  I wanted to peek in the window but was afraid that our neighbors would see me, think I was an intruder and call the police. 

	Very quietly I let myself into the house via the back door. The kitchen and utility room were both shrouded in darkness.  I couldn't hear a sound from the lighted bedroom down the hall. Needless to say, I was disappointed since I had fantasized about catching Greg fucking my wife.  Taking off my shoes, I moved down the hallway to the open doorway of our bedroom and carefully peeked inside.  My wife was lying in bed, fully clothed, reading a book. She was alone.  I felt a mixture of frustration, disappointment and unfulfilled lust.

	Not knowing what to do, I moved back down the hallway to the common bathroom for the other two bedrooms.  I quietly closed the door and sat on the closed stool thinking and fantasizing about what might have been.  I had about decided to leave, have a few drinks at a bar and then return home around 11:30 or so, pretending that I had just come from the office. 

	When I stood, I glanced at our neighbor's house.  At that moment, I saw Greg in his bedroom, which was exactly opposite ours. Although the lights were out in his room, it was easy to see him because of the light from our bedroom just a few feet away.  I knew I was completely shielded from his view by the total darkness of the bathroom.  Greg had a pair of binoculars to his eyes.  He was holding them with one hand while he jacked off with the other.  I knew he was staring at my wife through the binoculars.

	Instantly, I had a raging erection.  Did Paula know Greg was spying on her?  What was she doing that was giving him such a huge erection.  The fact that his cock was considerably bigger than mine was not lost on me.  It was 8 or 9 inches and stood straight up in a stone-hard erection.  He was slowly stroking his hand up and down the shaft.  Every few strokes he would move his hand up to the head of his penis and massage the bloated head, squeezing and jacking it at the same time while his hips were steadily thrusting back and forth in fucking motions.

	I returned to my post at the open doorway to our bedroom.  My wife was still lying on the bed fully clothed, but now she had her knees steepled with her legs closed.  Even though she faced directly at Greg's bedroom, I doubted that he could see much with Paula in this position.  For a few moments, I thought that she was unaware that Greg was watching her.  Then I saw her slowly opening her legs, and I knew that she knew!

	My cock throbbed. Being as quiet as possible, I unzipped and took it out.  My seven-inch cock was as hard as it ever gets.  Paula still had her feet flat on the bed with her knees bent.  As I watched, she spread herself totally.  The gap between her knees was now several feet.  Through the binoculars, Greg was now being treated to an extreme close up of my wife's pussy.  I wondered if she wore panties.  I jacked my cock more rapidly.

	I had to stop stroking when my wife pulled her skirt up to her waist.  If I hadn't stopped, I would have shot off at that point and I wanted to prolong the pleasure.  Now I could see her panties, so Greg wasn't seeing as much as I thought he was.  I could also see that Paula was wearing a garter belt and hose with her four-inch heels.  

	She lifted one nylon-clad leg straight up into the air and slowly stroked its length.  After her hands had stroked its entire length, she planted that foot back on the bed keeping her knees elevated and bent and repeated the move with her other leg.  Again, I began to slowly stroke my throbbing erection.  I wondered if Greg had cum yet.  Back in the bathroom I saw that he was as hard as before.  His hand whipped up and down the full length of his penis. Then he stopped.  He turned, lifted the receiver of the phone and began to dial.  It didn't take a genius to figure out who he was calling.

	Hurrying to the guest bedroom, I lifted the receiver of the remote and waited until I heard my wife answer the ringing phone her bedroom.  I clicked the "on" button of my phone and immediately heard Greg's voice.  "You're gorgeous", the voice said.

	I heard my wife giggle. "You're watching me?" 

	"You know that I'm watching. You're putting on a show for me." 

	Her voice took on a more sultry tone. "And do you like the show?" 

	"Oh god yes! Can I come over? Your husband's at work." 

	"He might come home at any time.  Of course, you can't come over to my bedroom.  I'm a married woman." 

	"Please let me come over. I want you so much." 

	"No!" 

	"Please. I want to make love to you. I'm so hard." 

	"Mmmmm.. how hard?" 

	"It feels like it's going to break off I'm so hard.  It's throbbing and swollen." 

	"All that just because you can see my legs?" 

	"I can see a lot more than that!" 

	"What can you see?" 

	Greg hesitated.  For a moment, he didn't answer.  "I can see your legs and thighs.  And your panties and the dark triangle of your pussy hair." 

	"Then I think I'd better pull my dress down", my wife said. She was turning into a complete cock teasing bitch. 

	"Oh no. Please don't.  I want to see you. I want to see all of you.  Can I come over?  I'm dying to make love to you." 

	"I'm married", my wife admonished.  "I only make love with my husband." 

	Greg jacked his rigid cock so more and then said, "I really don't want to make love to you.  What I want to do is fuck you.  Can I come over and fuck you?"

	Now it was my wife's turn to hesitate.  I could tell that Greg's blunt, bold question was having an effect on her.  She was as hot as he was.

	"Really, I can't.  Not tonight.  Gordon could come home at any time." 

	"Oh damn! Damn! DAMN!"  Greg exploded with disappointment. "At least show it to me.  Take off your panties.  Take them off. NOW!  Take off the damn panties."

	Looking into our bedroom, I saw my wife hasten to obey.  She lifted her hips off the bed, yanked down the panties and threw them onto the floor.  With her hips still elevated, she pulled her skirt up leaving herself naked from the waist down except for the small garter belt, hose and heels.  I watched as she again spread herself for him. 

	Over the phone, I heard, "Oh god! That's incredible!  You shave it.  I can see everything!" 

	"I don't shave it completely.  My husband likes there to be some bush above my clitoris.  Can you see the small triangle of pussy hair at the top?" 

	Greg's answer was just a hiss.  "Yes. I can see it." 

	"And can you see my clitoris.  See how hard it is." 

	"I can't see it.  Spread your pussy lips for me.  Show it to me." 

	"No. That really is too dirty", my wife replied in a stern voice. 

	"Dammit.  Show me your clit.  Now! Spread and show it to me or I'll come over there and spread you myself."

	I really believed he would have.  Greg was beginning to become really pissed about being teased like this.  I looked around the door carefully and saw Paula's hand between her thighs where she was obviously holding her pussy open so Greg could see her clitoris. 

	"Ooohhh.  Yes.  It is hard. It's big. I didn't think women got that big." 

	"It's big because it's hard and erect, Honey.  Just like your big cock is hard.  It is hard isn't it?" 

	"It's so hard it hurts." 

	"Are you doing anything to it?" 

	"I'm jacking off.  You know that I'm doing it." 

	"Of course, I know you are.  A woman just like to hear a man say it." 

	"Rub yourself for me.  Make yourself cum.  I wanna see you cum."

	I watched as my wife put a pillow beneath her hips to elevate her ass so Greg could see even better.  She removed her vibrator from the bedside table, unbuttoned her blouse and removed both breasts.  Then she extended her legs and spread them.  Over the phone, I heard Greg moan with desire for my wife.  I could even hear his hand jacking up and down on his rigid organ.  Paula began to stroke her clitoris with one hand while she ran the vibrator over her slit with the other. 

	Over the phone, I heard. "Oooh god. I want to fuck you.  I want to fuck that hot cunt.  Can I fuck it later?  Please. Let me fuck you."

	My wife's only answer was to push the penis-shaped vibrator deep inside her cunt.  As soon as it entered her vagina, Greg moaned, "I'M GONNA CUMMMM!"  Moments later, he did just that. 

	I arrived back in the bathroom in time to see huge streams of semen arching from his penis.  The first jet shot out the open window of his bedroom and fell to the grass below.  The second gush splattered over the windowsill.  The rest fell on the floor of his bedroom.

	"Did you cum?" my wife said into the phone. 

	"Yes. It went everywhere. Don't stop. Please don't stop doing it. I'll get hard again in just a minute. I want to cum again." 

	"Honey", my wife replied. "I'm about to cum too. I have no intention of stopping now."

	I couldn't take any more.  I wanted to fuck my wife.  Quietly, I left my house and retrieved my car.  I drove back to our house and parked in the driveway.  I made a lot of noise when I entered, throwing my briefcase on the table and shutting the door reasonably hard.  Then I called out to my wife,  "Paula. It's me. I'm home."  I went into the kitchen and got a quick snack from the fridge to give my wife time to get herself together.  Finally, I went up to our bedroom.  Paula was still on the bed, but her skirt and now pulled down and her breasts were back inside her blouse.

	"Hi", I said cheerfully. 

	"Hi, yourself", my wife teased. "You're really dressed up. How come? You look great." 

	"I did some shopping this evening, so I dressed up. And I thought my husband might enjoy finding a woman wearing a hot outfit in his bed when he came home", she teased. 

	"I do. I do"

	I backed up my statement by crawling into the bed with her, embracing her body and giving her a deep kiss.  At the same time, I slid my hand up her dress.  "God. no panties! What a hot slut!  And what a wet slut.  You're soaked."

	"And what do you plan to do with your hot, wet, slutty wife?" 

	"I intend to ravish her as soon as I close the window shade." 

	I started to rise but Paula pulled me back onto the bed and said, "Forget the shade. Just fuck me. I need it. I've been thinking about your big hard cock all evening. Come on, Lover. Fuck your slut wife."

	Even though I knew she was doing this to turn on her young lover even more, it still made my cock steel hard.  I couldn't wait to let Greg watch me fucking my wife.  Pushing her skirt up to her hips,  I bared her cunt and slid downward in the bed.  Spreading her wide, I buried my face in the swollen meaty folds of her cunt and began to lick up and down the length of her wet slit.  My wife grunted in female pleasure as a hard spasm rippled through the length of her overheated vagina.  I felt her clitoris contract in a spasm of its own. Her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me into her.  When my tongue began to lash her clitoris in long strokes up the entire length of her shaft and then onto the throbbing, sensitive head, my wife exploded into an intense orgasm.

	"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHH.. CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGG... DON'T STOP...PLEASE.DON'T STOP!"

	Paula was hot as fire.  Her entire vagina contracted in repeated intense spasms.  She moaned and grunted her satisfaction. I worked my pants off as I licked her.  By the time I had them off, she was hunching upwards in the midst of another blinding orgasm.  I pushed my finger into her ass, which contracted and throbbed around the probe that had entered.  My wife's legs were stretched out fully forming a wide "V".  Her toes pointed as her calf and thigh muscles bulged with the strain of her repeated climaxes.

	As her throbbing reached a crescendo, I mounted my wife and rammed my steel-hard cock into her sex channel.  Immediately, I saw her mouth open in a wide oval.  Her eyes were clenched shut.  Her tongue shot out and began to flick against her top lip.  Her hips hammered up and down in wild fuck motions causing every stroke I delivered into her pussy to thud up against her cervix.  She grunted each time I hit the bottom of her cunt.  Then she came again.

	Picking up my wife's legs in the crook of my arms, I levered her legs up and back until her high heels were pointed straight at the ceiling.  I reared up and spread my own legs enough to let Greg see my cock drilling into my wife's stretched cunt.  I saw that she realized that Greg could see our coupling clearly in this position. I felt her vagina begin a new series of throbbing contractions at this realization.  "I'm gonna cum in you", I announced.

	"Oooh yesssss..Cum in meeeee..Shoot in your hot slut wife's cunt.  Fill me.  Use me as your cum dump... FUCK MEEEEEE!!!"

	Violent contractions shot through my embedded penis.  Paula felt it and began to hump and moan.  My ass muscles clenched forcing a huge stream of cum out and into the pit of my wife's vagina.  Two more big jets followed that filled her up completely. Now the load was running out of her and down the crack of her ass.

	In the bedroom next door, Greg saw the cum gushing out of Paula's cunt and pouring over her ass.  His own cum exploded out of his cock. 

				(Paula continues)

	I met Ben the third week we were in Albuquerque.  As usual, I had dressed in my hot miniskirt, heels, tight sweater and half-bra so I could drive Greg wild.  He had been in and out doing chores all morning and he had been constantly begging me to let him have sex with me.  When I refused, he started asking me to take off my clothes and let him see my body.  I was just about to relent and do it for him when the doorbell sounded.

	When I answered the bell, I found a very handsome, dark-skinned mailman waiting for me.  His chest stretched his shirt to the limit and his muscular arms did the same to the short sleeves of his shirt.  His waist was so narrow it was almost not there.  I found myself wondering if he had a really tight butt.  He looked to be about 30 or so.  When he saw me approach, his eyes wandered boldly over my body.  After he finished his inspection, his eyes rose to meet mine and he smiled a devilish smile.  I felt wetness between my thighs as my pussy throbbed.

	I opened the screen door and inquired, "Yes? What is it?"

	His eyes dropped back to my breasts where they examined every contour.  He was totally unconcerned that I knew he was looking at my chest. 

	"Hi", he announced cheerfully. "I'm Ben, your mailman.  Have a package for you." 

	When I held out my hands to take it, he pulled it away.  "You have to sign for it."  He followed me when I motioned for him to come in so I could get a pen.  I could feel his eyes inspecting my swaying ass as I walked in front of him.  My wetness increased even more.  The situation wasn't helped by the fact that Greg already had me worked up.

	"Nice place", he commented as I searched for a pen.  "Not as nice as the lady who lives here, but nice anyway."  I couldn't suppress a smile of pleasure at his sincere compliment.  "You're easily the best looking woman on my route."

	I was beginning to become nervous at his boldness.  "I think you better just give me the package and leave", I announced with some annoyance in my voice.

	"No need to get upset just because a man admires your beauty. I'm not going to attack you.  Besides, I've been watching you tease that boy next door for two weeks now.  Every time I deliver the mail, you're wearing something hot and he's about to cum in his pants from watching you.  I know that you like for a man to look." 

	"I do no such thing", I stormed at him.  "How dare you say that.  I'm a respectable married woman.  I don't tease teenage boys!" 

	Again he smiled his devilish, broad smile.  "Right. You're just dressed up like that to do some work in your garden." 

	I blushed a bright red and he relented.  "Look, I think it's great that you like to tease that guy.  With a body like you have, you should be teasing men.  You're made for it. You're just incredibly sexy.  By the way, where is he?"

	I was breathing faster, almost gasping.  He noticed and seemed to enjoy watching the rapid rise and fall of my breasts.  The heat between my thighs increased even further.  "I sent him home when you rang the bell", I said.

	"Good. That means we're alone.  Have you all to myself." Again, he flashed his almost evil smile as his eyes seemed to sparkle.  "How about a beer, Paula?" 

	Almost without thinking, I found myself moving toward the fridge.  "How do you know my name?" 

	"I deliver your mail, remember." 

	"Of course. Stupid question." 

	"Beautiful women are never stupid." 

	"So. Are you married?" 

	"Divorced.  In fact, I've been divorced for about three years." 

	"I'm sorry to hear that." 

	"Don't be.  I'm having a lot more fun now than when I was married."  He sipped his beer while his eyes again examined my body.  First, it was my face.  He licked his lips and sort of shook his head slightly.  "You are really a beautiful woman." 

	Again, I flushed crimson.  His eyes roamed downward to my crossed legs, my miniskirt riding high on my thighs.  "Your legs look incredibly sexy in that short skirt.  You should never wear anything else." 

	I squeezed my thighs together, hoping he wouldn't notice.  He smiled when I did it.  Then, his eyes moved up to my breasts where they explored every contour.  The peaks of my hardened nipples didn't escape his notice. "How big?" 

	"What", I asked? 

	"You know what I mean.  How big are your breasts?" When I didn't respond, he voice became stern. "How big are they", he demanded. 

	"36D", I said, my voice almost a low moan. 

	"Mmmm. they look even bigger.  It's your small frame.  Huge melons on a small frame.  Really huge tits.  They're gorgeous.  Are you wearing a bra? It doesn't look like it." 

	"I'm wearing a half-bra", I responded. 

	"Yes! I love it.  You want that teenage boy to be able to see your nipples.  Fantastic!  Show them to me!" 

	"I most certainly will not", I almost shouted. 

	"I'm not the boy next door, Paula.  I want to see your tits. Take them out." 

	"I'm a married woman", I protested, my voice becoming softer. 

	"I like married women.  They're much hotter and sexier than single women.  Come on. You already have me hard.  Show'em to me and I'll leave... at least for today."

	My eyes traveled downward to his crotch.  He saw me looking and made no move to conceal his obvious erection.  The tented indentation in his tight pants suggested a very thick penis.  It was sticking straight up and appeared to be steel hard.  My pussy contracted as I saw him throb.

	No more words were spoken.  I pulled my sweater up above my breasts.  Looking down, I saw that my nipples were peeking over the top of the half-bra cups.  They were almost as hard as Ben's penis. "Higher! Pull the sweater higher", he ordered. 

	Almost in a trance, I obeyed.  He stared straight at my exposed breasts.  I felt myself trembling.  My mouth opened to suck more air into my lungs.  I licked my lips as his eyes explored my heaving chest. 

	"Pull down the bra cups.  Take your tits out." 

	Moments later, the bra was pulled down and both breasts rested on top of the cups, fully exposed.  Ben moved closer.  I closed my eyes and felt him heft my tits in his hands.  He stroked them gently, his fingers grazing back and forth across the distended, hardened nipples.  Spasms rippled through my vagina when he began to suck them, back and forth.  I was helpless.

	Suddenly he stopped.  I couldn't suppress the moan.  Opening my eyes, I saw that he was smiling. 

	"They're incredible.  Wonderful tits.  Love'em.  But I always keep my word.  I told you I would leave after you showed'em to me so I'm going.  Tomorrow, we'll do more.  Wear something hot for me. Be here around noon." 

	"You're going to leave?" I was shocked.  I was also very hot for him. 

	"You want me to stay, don't you?" 

	"Yes", I moaned. 

	"You're hot, aren't you?" 

	"You know I am." 

	His hand moved to my thigh and slowly slid beneath the short skirt.  My eyes closed in anticipation as my mouth opened letting my tongue stroke over my upper lip.  The hand moved upward. I moved my feet apart to give him access.  He took it.  The hand pressed against the wet crotch band of my panties. 

	"Aaahhhhhhhhhh". 

	"God. You're soaked." 

	"Oohh yesssss.. I'm burning up.  Go inside my panties. Please!" 

	Ben pulled me against his body.  I felt the rigid shaft of his penis pressed into my belly.  Then he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me hard, his tongue moving smoothly in and out of my mouth where it flicked against my tongue.  At the same time, his hand found its way inside my panties and began masturbate my clitoris just the way a woman likes it.  There was no way I could prevent my hips from hunching back and forth against him.  His kiss intensified.  The tongue drove deeply into my mouth as I opened my lips wide against his mouth in a lewd, hot, "fuck-me" French kiss. 
Two fingers penetrated my vagina.  He felt the passionate contractions of my sex hole around his fingers. 

	"You're going to make me cum", I moaned into his mouth. 

	I had no sooner finished saying it when I felt my clitoris and vagina explode in the spastic contractions of female orgasm. Ripples of intense pleasure flooded through my cunt causing my ass to contract as my vagina and clit throbbed in climax.

	At that very moment, we both heard Greg open the back door. "Damn!" we both said at the same time.  My legs were trembling so much, I was having trouble standing.  Ben released me and I quickly pulled my sweater down to cover my naked breasts.  Ben announced, 
"That package is insured.  So if anything turns out to be broken, let the post office know.  Have a nice day."

	He moved away toward the front door.  I smiled at Greg and followed Ben to the door.  In the doorway, I felt his penis and found him incredibly thick and hard as stone. 

	"I'm really sorry to leave you like this.  You must be in pain." 

	"It's ok.  Not your fault.  I'll be back tomorrow at noon." He leaned close and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to fuck you."  I couldn't keep from pressing my thighs together at his hot words.

	Back in the kitchen, Greg asked what was in the package.  "I don't know", I replied.  "It's for my husband. Why did you come back after I told you to leave?" 

	"I couldn't help it.  I'm so hot for you. My cock won't go down.  It's so hard that it hurts." 

	I smiled at the compliment. "You're always hard", I teased. 

	"I can't help it.  You're so sexy and hot.  You keep me hard all the time.  I want to fuck you so bad.  Can't I please fuck you? Please?" 

	"No. I'm married.  You can't fuck me." 

	"Please. I want you so bad." 

	"No!" 

	Greg moaned in frustration.  "Will you suck me?" 

	"Of course I won't give you oral sex.  You're really getting dirty now." 

	"Oh god. I need it", he moaned. 

	"You can go in the bathroom and masturbate if you want to",  I told him.  I was getting hotter by the second teasing him unmercifully like this. 

	"No. 	Not in the bathroom. 	Here! I want to do it here in front of you." 

	I throbbed at the thought.  It was almost a moan as I said, "All right. Do it right here. Take it out and do it." 

	"You take it out for me.  Please.  Just unzip me and take it out for me." 

	I couldn't resist.  Greg was so hard it was difficult to get his zipper down.  Once down, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his thighs.  His big cock bulged outward in his jockey shorts. I reached inside and took it in my hand at the same time I pulled his shorts down.  The rigid organ stood straight up and hugged his belly.  It was easily 9 inches or more in length.  The blood-engorged head was purple with desire and precum coated its surface. I squeezed the shaft.  Greg moaned and hunched his hips back and forth.  I jacked him and felt him throb.

	Moving away, I said, "You should be able to handle things now, Honey." 

	"Please.  You do it for me.  Jack me off.  Please!" 

	"No way, Honey.  I took it out for you. You can surely do some of the work." 

	His hand circled his big cock and began to stroke the shaft. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the bulging head.  The hole seemed to expand as if preparing to ejaculate his load, which I knew was going to be huge.  I had been teasing him all morning.  I continued to watch him jack off, my pussy pulsing, my clitoris throbbing.

	"I wanna see your pussy while I jack off.  Please. You've let me see it before.  Sit in the chair and let me look at it while I cum." 

	The very lewdness of the thought excited me to a fever pitch. Pulling my short miniskirt up to my waist,  I stripped the sodden panties off my legs and sat down in a chair with Greg standing right in front of me.  His hand flew up and down his hard penis. Slowly I lifted my legs while bending my knees until I was in the classic female fucking position.  Then I spread myself for him.  My vaginal lips were so swollen from desire and sexual heat, they gaped open exposing the sex channel.  It was soaked with my sexual juices.  Greg moved even closer, his penis no more than a foot away from my overheated pussy.  His hand jacked the shaft even faster as he stared into my sex.  I held my legs behind my knees and spread myself even wider for him.  I could see him aiming the cock head directly at the opening.  I waited.

	"Let me put it in.  Oh please. Please.  Let me do it.  Just a little.  Let me put it in you.  I want to fuck you. Please!" 

	"I told you no.  Why do you keep asking me for sex.  I'm a married woman." 

	"Ohhhhh god.. I'm about to cum!  Can I cum on your pussy. Please.  Let me cum on your cunt." 

	I held my legs wide for him.  I knew I would climax as soon as he exploded onto my vaginal lips.  "All right. Go ahead. I really shouldn't let you do this, but just this one time.  Shoot it anywhere you want.  Do it. Shoot it all over me." 

	Greg's hand flew up and down the shaft and over the head on each stroke.  I watched the head expand and the hole open wide.  He moved it even closer to the entrance to my vagina.  For a moment, I thought he was going to be a man and fuck me in spite of my objections.  Obviously, there was no way I could have stopped him, but he stopped with his cock just inches from my hole.  Another two strokes and he erupted!

	The load was incredible.  The first huge stream hit the center of my vaginal opening.  The outer two inches of the channel quickly filled with cum.  The remainder of that first gush coated both lips and a lot of my upturned ass.  The second jet was almost as big as the first.  He aimed higher this time and coated my clitoris and bush completely in thick semen.  My mouth opened wide, tongue shot out and my own orgasm exploded.  Greg saw my throbbing contractions.  Again he aimed lower and shot the third stream into my vagina.
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	As soon as my husband had left for work the next morning, I rushed upstairs to prepare for Ben's promised arrival.  I wasn't sure exactly what I would do.  The thought of having sex with our mailman seemed so outrageous and lewd that couldn't suppress my excitement.  After I had bathed, I concentrated on my makeup.  Eye shadow, eyeliner and rouge were carefully applied.  I chose a dark red lip gloss.  For jewelry, I put on dangling earrings and a rhinestone choker.  Since it was Albuquerque, I elected to wear my turquoise rings and bracelets.  I first put rings on every finger but decided that was overdoing it and settled for two rings on each hand and a bracelet on each wrist.  I also put on an ankle bracelet.  Staring at my naked body in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty good for an older woman.  "Ben shouldn't have too much to complain about",  I thought to myself with not just a little satisfaction.

	At first, I considered wearing the same miniskirt that had turned Ben on so much the day before, but I wanted to wear something different and hopefully even more enticing and wicked. After trying on several outfits, I finally picked out my hottest sheathe.  It was close to obscene so that I only wore it when we were going some place where no one would recognize me.  The sheathe was made of stretchable fabric so that it would fit snug against my body and mold every curve.  The hemline was no more than two inches below my buttocks so that pantyhose and panties were mandatory.  I decided to wear neither.  I did wear the obligatory "fuck-me" pumps with four-inch heels.  When I looked at my reflection in the full-length bedroom mirror, I was shocked at my whorish appearance.  My breasts looked almost naked in the dress.  I thought it was too much so I searched for and found a thin nylon bra that could be worn beneath the dress and put it on.  I still looked like a slut but somewhat less so.  I was sure Ben would like the outfit.  After all, he had told me to wear something sexy for him.

	Picking up the phone, I called Greg and told him that I would be busy today and didn't want him to come over.  He could continue work on the house tomorrow.  He protested and begged.  I told him no and for emphasis, I added that if he came over anyway, I wouldn't see him again.  He got the message.

	For the next two hours, I waited impatiently for my potential lover to arrive.  With each passing minute, I could feel the wetness between my naked thighs increasing.  By 11:00 AM, I could easily smell the musky aroma of my female heat.  I considered going upstairs and taking a sponge bath.  My body didn't move and I realized that I wanted Ben to smell me, to know I was in heat for him, to feel my wetness.

	I kept waiting for the doorbell to ring, but nothing happened.  I squirmed in the chair, my legs crossing and then crossing again in the opposite direction.  I knew I was pressing my thighs together, squeezing my clitoris, making myself throb.  I could hear my own deep breathing.  My breasts rose and fell with each breath.  Nervously, my mouth opened allowing my tongue to stroke my upper lip.  Small drops of moisture slid down my cleavage as if lubricating the channel for a lover.

	"God.  You look like an incredibly hot slut.  Even better than yesterday."

	Ben's voice scared me momentarily.  My head jerked around and saw him standing between the dining room and the living room where I was waiting for him.  He was staring right at my crossed legs.

	"How did you get in?  I didn't hear you." 

	"Came in the back door so the neighbors wouldn't gossip. You're naked under that dress aren't you?" 

	"No." 

	"You're lying.  You're naked." 

	"No. I'm wearing a bra." 

	"But no panties.. no pantyhose." 

	"No." 

	"Your cunt is naked." 

	"Yes", I moaned in a low voice that quivered with passion and heat. 

	"It's wet isn't it." 

	It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact. He knew I was wet with heat. "Oh, yes. Very wet." 

	"Why the bra?" This one was a question. 

	"I thought it looked too whorish not to wear one." 

	"I want you to look like a whore.  Next time, no bra. Understand." 

	I was so excited I couldn't find my voice to answer him.  He repeated the order. "Understand.  You do not wear a bra or panties when I come to see you or when I take you out." 

	"You can't take me out.  My husband.." 

	He didn't allow me to finish my objection.  "When I take you out, your tits and cunt will be naked. Understand." 

	I nodded meekly. "What was that? I didn't hear your answer." 

	"I understand." 

	"What do you understand?" 

	"That my tits and cunt are to be naked when you take me out."

	He looked at me intently, his eyes locking into mine until it was so intense I had to lower my eyes.  I felt rather than saw him inspect my heaving chest and my ample cleavage.  I looked up and saw him inspecting my thighs.

	"You're wet and hot, aren't you?" 

	"Yes.. very." 

	"Are you throbbing?" 

	"Oh yes.. hard." 

	"Have you had an orgasm yet?" 

	"A small one.  I couldn't help it." 

	"Of course you couldn't.  Your breasts look delicious.  Take them out for me." 

	I leaned forward in the chair, reaching behind my back for the zipper.  

	Ben stopped me. "No. Don't undo the dress.  Just pull the bodice and bra down so your tits stick out the top."

	I did as he instructed.  The dress was so tight it was hard to pull it down enough to get my breasts out, but I managed.  After a few moments of struggling with the garment, both breasts were bared and protruding from the top of the sheathe.  Ben moved over to stand beside me.  I closed my eyes as his hands roamed over the naked expanse of my tits.  Small ripples of excitement coursed through my loins when he pinched the nipples and then much more intense spasms of pleasure made my vagina throb when I felt him hefting and squeezing them.

	I felt his tongue licking my ear lobe... then the tongue was inside my ear sending shivers down my spine.  The hands never left my breasts for a moment.  Each globe was squeezed, cupped and hefted.  Both nipples were stroked, pinched, squeezed and rubbed until they stood like large pencil erasers on my heaving tits.  The tongue traveled down my cheek, licking me, kissing every inch.  Then it found my lips.  I couldn't keep my mouth closed as it licked first one lip and then the other.  I was shuddering with passion.  I realized that my own tongue was out and being licked by the forceful male tongue.  He licked its entire surface and then sucked it inside his mouth and continuously stroked it.  His lips crushed against mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue forcing its way deep inside my mouth where it explored at will.  As his tongue had intercourse with my mouth, his hands squeezed, rubbed and excited my breasts and nipples.

	I realized my hips were hunching up and down in the motions of intercourse.  My vagina was on fire.  This was not lost on my lover.  "Open your thighs. I want to see your cunt." 

	He stepped back and allowed me room to spread myself.  The short sheathe slid up my thighs and bunched above my crotch completely exposing my sex to him.  He rubbed my pubic triangle and massaged my clit with his fingers.  I gasped with intense pleasure. 

	"OHHHHhhhhhhhh... Yessssssssssssss.  Please. I'm dying.  Do it to meeeeeee", I begged like a shameless slut. 

	"Pull your legs up and back.  Expose yourself for me.  I want to see all of it."

	I couldn't do it fast enough.  Grasping my thighs behind my knees, I jacked my legs high into the air.  With my feet above my head, my high heels waved erratically.  Hard contractions laced through my pussy when I felt Ben's fingers sliding up and down the length of my soaked slit.  He paused at my opening, his fingers just outside.  I spread as wide as I could and hunched upward in the age-old female invitation.  He didn't accept.  Instead, I felt the fingers sliding downward to my ass.  He caressed both cheeks and then centered his fingers on the opening.  I relaxed my sphincter and waited for him to do it to me.  Again, he refused to enter my body.

	"Oohhh god. PLEASE! 	Don't torture me like this. 	I've got to have it. GIVE IT TO ME!  Damn you!  FUCK INTO ME!"

	For an answer, Ben lifted my body and carried me to the dining room table where he deposited me on my back.  "Pull your legs back.  Open yourself to me.  Show all of yourself to me."

	I did it immediately.  In moments, my knees were touching my breasts.  My high heels were pointed straight at the ceiling.  My sex holes were totally exposed and open to him.  Ben moved between my spread thighs and I felt his tongue sliding up my cunt slit.  I began to cum.  Hard spastic contractions flooded through the entire length of my vagina that caused my orifice to rapidly open and close.  My clitoris exploded.  It throbbed, danced, and jerked, first retreating back into its protective hood only to burst forth as another hard spasm ripped through me.  The screams seemed to be ripped from my lungs with uncontrolled fury and volume.

	The tongue found my throbbing clitoris.  It slashed up and down pulsing shaft.  I lost all control.  Meaningless female honking and babbling filled the room.  I felt my clitoris sucked hard and exploded in another intense climax.  Two male fingers were forced into my ass,  my hole contracting around them as if trying to squeeze them off inside me.

	Ben wouldn't stop.  His tongue and lips licked and sucked my clitoris sending me into repeated orgasms.  My female juices bubbled out of my pussy and seeped down my ass crack where they lubricated the fingers fucking my anus.  "Oh.please..stop..stop STOP! I CANT STAND IT. PLEASE. LET ME REST .OHHHHHHHHH"

	It did me no good to beg.  Fingers entered my overheated vagina where they began fuck motions.  The tongue worked me up again.  I climaxed with incoherent screaming and moaning.  Then I lost control of my bladder and peed.  It covered Ben's face but he didn't stop.  I came again.

	Finally, when I was so exhausted that I could no longer hold my legs in the air, Ben rose.  He stood between my thighs looking at my convulsing body.  My tits were heaving up and down, the nipples hard, distended buttons of passion.  My cunt was soaked, the pubic hair matted.  It quivered and pulsed continuously. Slowly, he stripped and I saw his cock for the first time.  It was about 7 inches... but incredibly thick with a huge purple bloated head.  

	I spread to receive it as he moved it into position at the entrance to my vagina.  He put it against my hole.  I moaned and felt myself throbbing against it.  He pressed it forward stretching me.  He pressed it further in and my hole widened even more to take it.  Then it was in me and Ben was driving it toward the depths of my channel.  I felt him lift my legs to put me in fucking position. He spread me and rammed himself in further.  My hole stretched around his girth.  Two more inches were forced into me.  My tongue lolled out, my mouth wide open.  I felt him hit my cervix and grunted in response to the male organ nailing me to the table.

	He let it soak in my juices for moment, the head buried in me, rammed up against my womb, which was being forced up and back to make room for his cock.  Then he began to fuck me.  Hard, driving strokes that thudded in the very bottom of my vagina on every thrust. 

	I begged him. "oohhh not so hard.. please. don't.oohhhh god. ungghhhhh.." 

	He ignored his whore's cries and fucked me even harder.  My high heels were now above his head.  My lover started to grunt as he planted himself into me all the way on every thrust.  I wanted him to cum in me.  Oh god. I wanted this magnificent lover to empty himself into my body.

	"CUM IN ME, BEN.. OH PLEASE. IN ME. SHOOT IN ME. FILL ME WITH IT. USE ME, BEN. USE MEEEEEEEE."

	He did. A minute later I felt his cock expanding inside my sex channel.  His strokes shortened and he began to hit into me like a battering ram, his penis jerking and throbbing.  He grunted loudly as he shot off in me.  The first gush of semen completely filled what empty space there was inside my pussy.  The excess was forced upward until it spewed out of my tightly plugged vagina. 
	
	Again, Ben throbbed and pumped more cum into me.  Semen was running down my ass crack and pooling on the tabletop.  I squeezed my vaginal muscles around his cock to milk his load.  It was his turn to moan at the intense sensation this created.  In response, two more jets were fired point blank into me.  Ben continued to shoot into me for almost 30 seconds.  Then his fuck motions slowed and finally stopped, his penis still jerking inside me.

	When Ben dismounted from my prone body, my legs fell to the table.  I lay there unmoving, my legs spread, semen running from my stretched vagina.  I heard him moving around in the kitchen. Moments later, he emerged, a beer in his hand, fully dressed.  He bent over me, kissed me full the lips, his tongue lightly stroking over my lips and flicking against my tongue. 

	"You were great.  Best I've had in a long, long time.  See ya tomorrow,  Honey." He flicked his finger over my clitoris and made his exit. 

				(Gordon continues)

	I knew that my wife was being fucked by someone.  She had that satisfied look about her and she always seemed to be wearing different clothes in the evening than she had had on when I left for work in the morning.  I also noticed that it was a lot easier to get into her ass than it usually is.  Someone was stretching my wife back there.  Since Paula still wanted the lights left on when we made love in order to tease Greg, I figured that it wasn't our young teenager neighbor who was banging my wife.  If he were, why bother to tease him.

	I was still puzzling over it at breakfast one morning when my wife casually stated, "I think our mailman is hitting on me." 

	I looked up from my newspaper. "Oh? Why do you say that?" 

	"I say that because he keeps making passes and telling how sexy I am.  He also keeps hinting that he'd like to have sex with me." 

	"Well", I laughed, "that's certainly a good enough reason to say that he's hitting on you.  Is he annoying you?  Do you want me to report him to the postal authorities?" 

	"No.  He's not really annoying me.  Women get used to that sort of thing and after all, it's not as if I haven't been fucked before.  I just thought I'd tell you.  You're entitled to know that a guy is after your wife and I know how much that sort of thing turns you on." 

	"Does he turn you on? Make you hot?" 

	"A little.  He's a really handsome guy.  And he's nice about it.  Not gross or anything like that." 

	"Sounds like more than a little to me.  Have you let him fuck you yet?" 

	"What makes you think that I'm going to let him at all", my wife demanded to know. 

	"No offense meant, Honey. It's just sort of exciting to think about you doing the mailman.  Are you going to fuck him?" 

	"Would you mind terribly if I did?" 

	"What do you think?" 

	Paula looked into my eyes.  Then she smiled seductively.  "I think it would make you hard as steel if I did it.  In fact, I think you're already hard just from thinking about the possibility that I might do it. Are you?" 

	"Yes", I moaned.  Actually, I was stone hard and throbbing. My wife moved to my side of the table, knelt between my thighs and unzipped me.  My rigid cock sprang out as soon as she opened my pants. 

	"Mmmmmmm..god, you are hard! It's like a steel rod."  My body arched upwards as her lips engulfed my shaft.  She sucked me all the way into her throat.  Her lips kissed my pubic hair as her cheeks hollowed making my cock throb inside her mouth.  Slowly, she pulled it out, her lips clamped tightly around the shaft as it exited her mouth hole.  I felt her tongue lick around my cock ridge and then retreat as she sucked me deep inside once again.  My balls were being stroked by one hand as her mouth fucked me faster.  Then I felt my wife's other hand around my shaft.  Every time she would pull back from my organ exposing the shaft, her hand would jack me off with my cock head inside her mouth.  Her saliva was beginning to drip from my balls. I felt the cum rising and my cock expanding. Suddenly she pulled my dick out and let it throb in the air.

	"Do you mind if I fuck him?" 

	"Ohhh god... later. suck me. don't stop. Finish me!" 

	Her hand squeezed my shaft tightly and slowly jacked up and down just enough to keep me right on the edge of exploding but not enough to let me cum.  I humped my hips against her hand in an effort to get her to do it faster. 

	"He's really very handsome and he does so want to fuck me. Can I fuck him, Honey?" 

	"SUCK ME... PLEASE. SUCK IT. MAKE ME CUM! PLEASE!" 

	"I hate to keep disappointing him.  Every time he delivers our mail, he has to leave with a painful erection.  He wants to use it inside me.  Can I spread for him?" 

	"YES..SPREAD FOR HIM.  LET HIM FUCK YOU,  BUT RIGHT NOW, SUCK ME, YOU HOT SLUT."

	Moments later, my cum load exploded into my wife's throat where is slid smoothly down into her belly.

	Later that morning at work, I realized that my wife had been less than fully truthful. 	Obviously, our mailman was the guy who was fucking my wife.  He had probably been doing it to her for weeks and she hadn't told me.  The thought made my cock throb and grow hard.  I knew I wanted to watch him fucking my wife.  I wondered if he was banging her everyday.

	The next morning I took off from work around 11 AM, drove to our rented house and parked along the curb on the opposite side of the street a few doors up from ours.  At 11:30 AM, I saw this dark-skinned guy putting mail into the boxes along the street.  He was very well built, the muscles of biceps stretching the material of his short-sleeve shirt to the limit.  His small, pencil moustache gave him the appearance of a real Latin stud.  As he drew closer to our house, I could see that the front of his pants were tented. The guy already had an erection from the anticipation of fucking my wife.  He dropped our mail in the box and entered the front door without even knocking.  It was 11:35 AM.

	I wanted to go and see if I could peek at them through one of the windows, but it was broad daylight and I was fearful that one or more of the neighbors would see me and figure out what was happening.  So I waited, alone with my own erection, which I slowly stroked.  It was nearly 12:30 PM before the mailman left our house. After he had retreated down the street finishing his route, I dialed our number on my car phone.  After few rings, my wife answered.

	"Hello," 

	"Hi, Honey.  It's me.  Just called to let you know that I will be finishing early this afternoon.  What do you say we go out for dinner,  dancing and a movie or something?" 

	I could hear my wife's deep breathing over the phone. "Are you ok? Sounds like you've been running you're so out of breath?" 

	"I'm fine.  Just been doing some work around the house. Dinner, dancing and a movie sound great.  I'll dress for it, Honey." 

	As I hung up, I had no doubts that our mailman had thoroughly fucked my hot wife that morning.

	For days I tried to think of a way I could watch my wife and her lover.  Short of just asking Paula for her permission to watch, I came up empty for several days.  Finally, I developed a plan.  I would tell Paula that I needed to have some things picked up in town, but was going to be busy with work all day.  Would she please pick them up for me?  If she agreed, I could return home, park my car in a nearby parking lot, reenter our house and hide in one of the unused bedrooms.  When they were really into it, I felt I could safely slip out of the bedroom and watch him fucking my wife. Afterwards, she would have to take a shower to wash off the sex aromas and could use the opportunity to escape and return to work.

	The plan worked perfectly!  I was safely hidden in the closet in the guest bedroom when I heard the front door open and then. "God! You look really slutty today in that outfit." 

	"I thought you'd like it, Honey. You like the way my tits stick out of the negligee?" 

	For a few moments, I heard nothing. Then: "Mmmmmmm.. Your mouth feels sooooo good on my nipples!  Do it more, Ben.  Suck me, harder." 

	"Show me the rest, Slut!"  There was only silence for a moment before I heard my wife. 

	"Do you like the way the garter belt and hose frame my pussy for you?  You like these heels, Lover?  Just bought them for you. Five-inch heels." 

	"You know what I like, Baby. Come here!"

	Several minutes elapsed during which all I could make out were some murmuring and a few soft moans.  It seemed like they weren't going to come up to the bedroom so I slowly moved out of my hiding place and crept toward the door.  Just as I reached it, I heard Paula's voice again,  "OOOhhh God! This is wild!"  I stopped in the doorway and listened.  "Unnnggghh...Jezzzz..never like this before!"

	What was Ben doing to my wife that she had never had before? She was very experienced sexually.  I couldn't think of anything that she hadn't tried either with me or with one of her previous lovers.  My curiosity was overwhelming.  Throwing caution to the wind, I removed my shoes and moved toward the kitchen as quietly as possible.  At the end of the hallway, I paused.  The kitchen was just around the corner.  If Ben was fucking my wife as she sat on the counter top,  she would be facing me as I moved out of the hallway.  If he had her on top of the kitchen table, he might see me when I stepped around the corner.  I listened trying to determine where they were.

	"Uummmmm.. this is hot, wild. Aaahhhhh.. Yesssssss..rub it, Lover.  Make it throb for you." 

	"Like this?", I heard Ben ask. 

	"Oooouuuuuuu... yes. yes.. like that. Rub it harder, Lover. Do the shaft. Up and down. ah.. ah.. ah.ah.ah.ah."

	Obviously, Ben was masturbating my wife.  I couldn't figure out why that was so wild and unusual.  Paula must have been masturbated and finger fucked by at least 50 different men.  I knew she hadn't told me about all of her lovers.  It might even be a 100 or more.  In any case, my cock was getting hard.  This was really getting turning me on.

	Judging from the direction of their voices, I thought that Ben had my wife on top of the kitchen table.  If so, Paula would be looking at the ceiling and Ben might have his back toward me.  I decided to risk it.

	With as much care as possible, I peeked around the corner into the kitchen.  A moment later I was squeezing my cock, which had just become hard as stone.  It was pulsing inside my shorts and I thought I might cum in my pants.  Ben had my wife on the table all right, but she wasn't staring at the ceiling.  He had her face down with her hips right at the table's edge.   A padded cuff was attached to each wrist and these cuffs were tied to the opposite table legs.   Paula's arms were tautly stretched forward. Ben had my wife's ankles securely strapped to the opposite bottom table legs.   Her clothing was a garter belt that was attached to thigh-high mesh hose and the five-inch spike heels she wore.  These spikes had elevated Paula's ass above the rest of her body.  Ben had his back toward me and his body partially blocked my view of Paula's ass, but I was certain that the wide spread of her legs had completely exposed her pussy and ass to Ben's view and for his pleasure.

	Since Ben's hips weren't thrusting, I knew he wasn't in my wife yet.  The motion of his arm told me that he was rubbing her pussy, probably her clitoris.  The direct stimulation of her most sensitive part plus the excitement of being in helpless bondage was really driving Paula wild.  Her moans increased in volume by the second.  Then her moans changed to gasps and then to shrieks of intense pleasure.  "I'm going to cum!", she screamed. I could see her legs struggling to hunch her hips as she roared toward climax, but she was so tightly bound, virtually no movement was possible. Her deep moan of orgasm prompted me to take out my cock and begin to jack off.

	"AAAAAAHHHHHHH! YES! CUMMING!"

	Ben's arm motion slowed as he savored the throbbing of the female hole around his fingers.  Bending over, he began to kiss my wife's ass.  The erotic of sensation of having her ass cheeks licked and kissed as her vagina pulsed in the aftermath of her intense orgasm caused soft moans of passion to erupt from her throat.  My hand slid up and down my penis faster.  The mailman's hands were kneading the sides of Paula's breasts while his tongue stroked her back and the crease of her ass. 

	"OH OH OH not so hard.  Please!  They're very sensitive after I cum." 

	Looking more closely, I could see that he was pinching her nipples.  Making them throb and sting.  If anything, he pinched them harder causing even louder groans that were half pain, half passion.

	"Time for the vibrator", I heard Ben announce.  The bound female moaned softly in anticipation.  Moving to the wall, her lover plugged the cord of the large hand-held vibrator into the socket.  Moments later, I heard the device spring to life with a steady humming noise.  Standing behind my wife, but sufficiently to the side to allow me to see, he moved the business end of the vibrator between the spread thighs and then pressed it up against her cunt.  Paula exploded in loud screams and gasps of pain and pleasure.

	"Ohhhh god. too much.ooohhhhhhhh.I can't stand that.. OOOOOhhhh... it's killing meeeee.... please.turn it down.. AAAagghhhaaaaaaa..ugh ugh.ugh.. uunngghhhhhhh."

	The mailman worked the knob around the cuntal folds and into the wet slit.  She moaned louder.  The knob was pumped in and out of her gaping vagina.  This brought honking sounds from my wife. Ben backed up slightly and pulled the knob out of her hole.  She moaned loudly.  Kneeling so that he had a clear view of the exposed cunt, Ben pushed the knob against the shaft of her hardened clitoris.  I heard the whoosh of air as her vaginal muscles contracted violently.  My wife's head flew backwards.  I could see her eyes clinched tightly shut;  her mouth flew open in a silent scream of intense sexual heat and her tongue shot out, curled up and began to flick over her upper lip.  Ben moved the knob up and down my wife's clitoris.  From experience, I knew this was making the organ throb in hard spastic contractions as it tried to retreat into its protective hood to escape the intense sensations.

	When Ben stepped more to the side, I had a clear view of my wife's ass.  For the first time I noticed the butt plug embedded in her asshole.  The exposed end of the plug was jerking back and forth in response to the wild contractions of her vagina, clitoris and anal passage.  A few minutes later, Paula screamed and climaxed a second time.

	At this point, the mailman moved around to the other end of the table to use his slut's mouth hole.  Immediately, I pulled back into the hallway so he wouldn't see me.  For the next five minutes, I listened to Ben groaning with pleasure as my wife's mouth sucked him.  I was having to be very careful not to cum as I wanted to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

	"Jezz. look at the time! I've only got about five minutes left.  Got to deliver the mail, Honey. Time to fuck the cum load into you."

	I heard Paula gasp for air as the cock was pulled out of her mouth.  Moments later, I heard her gasp and then grunt with female pleasure.  I knew Ben had put his cock into my wife's cunt.  He had to have his back to me again.  Peeking around the corner, I saw his muscular hips thrusting back and forth delivering a series of hard deep strokes that had to be ramming his cock head into my wife's cervix and womb on every stroke.  He held her hips firmly in place while he fucked the upturned vagina.  The wet squishing sounds of the cock pumping in and out of her sex cylinder filled the room.  It was too much.  My cum erupted in a huge thick burst that arched high into the air and fell to the floor several feet away.  I watched Ben's ass driving his penis into my wife in short, hard strokes as the last several jets of my semen poured out.  

	 At the moment my last small spurt was ejected, the mailman grunted loudly and joined me in shooting his load.  But while mine was dripping onto the floor, his was pumping into my wife's cunt, filling it and then overflowing until long strands of cum were hanging from her labia where they slowly elongated into cum ropes that eventually snapped and fell to the floor to join mine.

	I watched until I saw Ben withdraw his penis from Paula's cunt.  As he pulled it out, I retreated to the safety of the guest bedroom.  I could still hear their voices. 

	"Oh, Honey. That was really good. You made me cum so hard, several times." 

	"That's the way I like a woman, hot, wet, spread and cumming", Ben chuckled. 

	"Well, that's what you got, Lover." 

	"Got to deliver the mail, Paula. See ya tomorrow." 

	"Wait! You have to untie me before you go. You can't leave me like this."

	I detected a note of panic in my wife's voice.

	"Don't worry, Honey. I'm going next door to deliver the mail to your young stud's house next.  I'll tell him to come over and untie you." 

	"Don't you dare do that.  I don't want him seeing me like this!" 

	"Why not?  You've been showing it to him all summer.  I think it's only fair that he get to see you when you're fresh fucked."
 
	"Please. Untie me.  Don't send Greg over.  Please!" 

	"Sorry, Baby.  The randy, young stud gets to see you, all of you, today.  Today's his day.  Have fun."  Ben walked out the front door without another word in spite of my wife's continued pleading and begging.

	I thought I wouldn't be able to get it up again for an hour, but the thought of Greg coming over and finding Paula nearly naked, tied to the table with her ass arched high and cum dripping out of her stretched vagina had me steel hard.  Since Ben was gone and my wife couldn't see anything tied to the table as she was, I could move around freely.  Going into our bedroom, I got our video camera, inserted a cassette and walked back down the hallway.

	As expected, my wife was still bound tightly to the table. Raising the camera, I sighted through the viewer, focussed on her ass and pussy and pressed the record button.  My cock throbbed as I recorded the long strands of cum hanging from her labia and the butt plug rammed all the way into her ass.  I pressed the zoom switch until her body filled the entire frame of the picture.  

	As I recorded, I noticed through the viewer that my wife's hips had begun a thrusting motion against the table edge.  At first, she hunched her hips back forth as if she were fucking someone on the table.  After a few moments, this changed to an up-down motion with her pelvis grinding against the table.  I squeezed my cock as I realized that she was masturbating herself.  The thought of Greg seeing her like this was obviously exciting my wife.  I turned up the volume on the video camera to catch her soft moans on the tape.

	I had recorded for 10 minutes when I saw Greg coming up the front steps.  Quickly, I moved behind the sofa but kept the camera trained on the kitchen area where my wife waited helplessly. 
	
	"Paula.  Where are you, Paula?  Ben said to bring my camera and come over.  He said you needed some help.  Where are you?" shouted Greg. 

	My wife remained silent, but through the zoom lens, I saw her arch her ass even higher.  "Paula! Where are ..."  Greg stopped in mid sentence when he saw Paula bent over and tied to the kitchen table.  He moved closer and stared at the small strands of semen hanging from her swollen sex opening.

	"God.. Ben fucked you, didn't he! Oh Shit! That's awesome." 

	I trained the camera on the teenager as he squeezed his cock through his jeans.  Paula undulated her ass under his gaze.  Then Greg remembered that he had a camera.  Moments later he was taking pictures of my wife's ass and her cunt and I was taking video of them both.  After taking a dozen or so pictures, Greg laid the camera on the kitchen counter and took off his jeans and shorts.  I zoomed in on his hard cock.  He was hung.  Really hung.  It was at least 9 inches long and almost as thick as Ben's huge organ.  I could even see the precum oozing out of the tip.

	Moving behind my wife, Greg rubbed the end of his cock against the naked thigh of the bound woman.  "Mmmmmmmm."  His hand found the other thigh and stroked its length from the calf all the way up to the junction with her hips.  Then it moved onto the soft cheeks of her ass. 

	"Oohhhhhhh."  The woman's ass undulated beneath the teenager's hand.  As it explored her ass crease, she began slow hunching motions.  The hand dipped lower and disappeared between the spread thighs where male fingers sought out and found the distended, swollen clitoris. 

	"Ggghhaaaaa.. Yessssss. more.. please. more. Aaahhhhhhhh." Slowly the fingers moved backward up the length of the gaping cuntal slit. 

	"Unnghhhhhh. Ungghhhhhh.." 

	The fingers reached the butt plug and began to gradually work it back and forth, in and out of the stretched, female asshole. 

	"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Do it to meeeeeeeee."

	Greg's cock was a rigid steel shaft that stood straight up along his belly, swollen, throbbing, oozing precum.  I watched as he again pushed the butt plug all the way into the waiting asshole. When it's base was flush against her ass, he raised his hand high and brought the palm down against the fleshy ass. 

	"UGH.Uunnnnnnn." 

	Greg raised his hand again.  This time his palm stung the other ass cheek.  Then it whacked the first cheek a second time followed rapidly by administering the same punishment to the other cheek. 

	"Ooohhhhhh..Nnoooooo..ungh.ungh.ungh.ungh.ggghhhaaaaaaa" 

	Now Greg bean to spank my wife's ass with hard rapid swats that made her cheeks quiver.  Her ass was rapidly turning a bright red. 

	"Oohhhh... please . please. don't spank me. please. I'm really sorry for teasing you all summer... Ggghhhhaaaaaaaa..UNGGH UNGGH.UNGGHH... please.STOP. IT HURTS..UNGH. UNGH. UNGH. UGH..UGH.UGH... PLEASE. ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY. OOOHHHHHHHH GOD.. AAAAHHHHHH." 

	"You hot Bitch!  All summer you've had my cock steel hard, but I couldn't fuck you, could I, because you're a married woman. and now I see Ben's cum load running out of your cunt... you fucking cockteaser!"  Greg spanked my wife's ass with really hard blows. 

	"AOOWWWWW.. OHHH OH OH UGH.UGH .. UGH. PLEASE.OH PLEASE.. FUCK ME. DON'T SPANK ME.. FUCK ME.. ANYTIME YOU WANT.. PLEASE... UUGHHH.UGH. I CAN'T STAND IT. OOOHHHHHHH"

	For the next few minutes Greg continued to spank my wife. Gradually her cries and moans died away to be replaced with a deep throated groan.  After that, each time Greg spanked her, she moaned louder.  Her hips were now grinding in fuck motions as she pressed her pussy against the edge of the table.  Greg saw that and smiled. 

	"You hot Slut. You're about to cum aren't you?" 

	There was no answer.  He pulled the belt off his discarded pants, doubled it, and cracked it across Paula's reddened ass cheeks. 

	"GGAAHHHHAAAAAAA!!!!"  The belt rose and whipped the tortured female ass a second time. 

	"AAAYYYYEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!" 

	"From now on, we fuck anytime I say we fuck. Do you understand?  When I tell you to suck, you open your mouth hole and suck me!  Understand!  When I tell you get on your back and spread, you lie down, pull your legs back and spread wide open for fucking! Do you understand,  you hot Slut?"  My wife didn't respond immediately and was accordingly punished by another slashing blow from the belt. 

	"Aaaahhhhhhhhh.. STOP.. FOR GOD'S SAKE.STOP. YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEE.. YES.YES. WE FUCK WHENEVER YOU SAY.. I SUCK WHENEVER YOU TELL ME TO SUCK. I SPREAD WHEN YOU TELL ME TO SPREAD.. PLEASE.. USE ME. DON'T WHIP ME.. FUCK INTO MEEEEE." 

	That seemed to satisfy Greg. He tossed the belt aside, stepped behind by wife's upturned ass, adjusted his cock against her opening and drove it into her cunt.  After two months of being teased, he was finally fucking my wife.

	And fuck her he did.  Hard driving strokes all the way into her hole.  I could hear the thud as his cock head rammed against Paula's cervix.  He held her hips for leverage and plowed deeply into her depths.  The screams of pain were now replaced by her screams of female sexual heat.  She told him that she was cumming. He fucked her even harder.  Every stroke brought more grunts and moans, hissing sighs of pleasure from the impaled woman.  Her tongue lolled out of her wide open mouth.  Saliva drooled from the corners and dripped from her chin.  The female ass quivered as the exposed cunt received the strong fucking of an overheated teenager who had been teased for two months.

	I was amazed at Greg's staying power.  He fucked into Paula for at least ten minutes before exploding his first load into pussy.  She never stopped moaning as one orgasm after another rippled through her vagina and clitoris.  After he had emptied himself into her,  Greg withdrew his still hard cock and picked up the camera.  He told my wife to arch her hips as high as she could so he could get good pictures of her stretched cunt and the huge globs of cum bubbling out of her vagina.  We both took some excellent photos.

	When he had exhausted the film, Greg stepped up to my wife again, his cock rigid and ready.  This time, he extracted the butt plug, pushed her hips lower and replaced the plug with his cock.  He slid in easily as Ben had lubed her ass for the plug and she was so stretched from it, her ass accepted Greg's cock without problem. He fucked his bound sex slave with steady strokes, savoring the tightness of her ass around his penis. 

	The female moans and the contractions of her ass around his embedded organ quickly brought him to the brink.  He pulled out just in time, and began spanking my wife again.  She arched her hips and exploded into an intense orgasm that caused her entire body to vibrate.  While she was in the midst of her orgasm, Greg rammed himself into her, this time entering her vagina.  My wife's orgasm seemed to intensify.  Greg hammered his steel-hard cock in and out of her sex hole and, within a minute, grunted loudly and ejaculated inside her cunt. 

	After the first jet of semen was in her, he pulled out and shot the remainder of his load over her thighs, stockings, ass and up her back.  She was covered with it, inside and out. 

				(Paula continues)

	Needless to say, I had no idea that my husband was watching and making a video tape of that first time Greg had me.  However, I'm glad he did it.  We've watched that tape many times since.  It excites me and turns my husband into a raging stallion.

	August of that summer in Albuquerque was one long sex orgy for me.  Once Greg had had me, there was no holding him back.  Our morning teasing sessions were transformed into teasing/fucking sessions.  I think he had sex with me every day that month.  When I was having my period, I sucked him or he used my anus.  Sometime during the first week of August, his parents left for a three-week vacation so we had the full use of his house.  During that three weeks, he fucked me in every bed, in every room and on every table and couch in the house.

	Of course, Ben was still giving it to me every day, Monday through Friday, when he delivered our mail.  The mail got put into our mailbox and the male got put into me.  In addition to all of this sex, my husband was incredibly randy as well.  At the time, I thought it was because he was so turned by the thought that I was probably letting Ben fuck me.  I had no idea he also knew about Greg.

	When men have a great deal of sex, it wears them out and eventually they lose interest.  It works in the opposite direction for a woman.  The more I was fucked, the more I seemed to want it. By the middle of August, I was effectively available to any man who had the interest and the nerve to make the effort.

	Greg had made it a practice to come over around 8:00 AM after Gordon had left for work.  I was always dressed in some hot outfit anticipating the arrival of my young, horny stud.  One morning, early in August, he told me he was going to baseball practice and that I was to accompany him.  I don't particularly like baseball so I told him I'd see him after practice.  

	He shook his head. "No. You're coming with me.  I want Julio to see you." 

	"Who's Julio?" I asked. 

	"He's a good friend of mine.  He's a junior." 

	I smiled knowingly. "And you want to show off the married slut you're fucking.  Is that about it?" 

	"Yeah. He's really hot to see you.  He says his cock stays hard all the time just thinking about it." 

	"And how many other guys have you told", I asked. 

	"Just him. I didn't think you'd mind.  I know how much you like it and Julio is really hung."  I pretended to be annoyed, but, in reality, the idea did excite me.

	That morning I watched baseball practice from the stands, which were right on the edge of the practice field.  I sat on the fourth tier of the elevated seats in my miniskirt, which I wore without panties at Greg's insistence.  Most of the time, I kept my knees together so as not to attract attention.  

	After 30 minutes, everyone ignored me.  That is everyone except Greg and Julio.  When Julio wasn't out in the field, he would stand near the seats occasionally glancing up at me.  When I was sure no one else except Greg was watching, I would open my legs and show it to him.  Since his head was below me, he had no trouble seeing everything.  The sight of my naked pussy would give him a huge erection and several times he had to run onto the field while trying to get it to subside.

	After practice ended, Greg drove the three of us back to his house.  Julio had me in the back seat exploring my body.  Before we were halfway there, I was lying on the seat with my blouse open and both breasts exposed.  My mini was up to my waist. His mouth covered my nipples and his fingers explored between my spread thighs.

	By 10 AM, the two boys had me in the master bedroom of Greg's house both giving it to me at the same time, one in my mouth another in my pussy.  They took turns at each end.  To my utter delight, I found out that 16 and 17 year-old guys can cum and then get a new erection in an incredibly short time.  They were both so excited at having sex with an older, married woman that they couldn't restrain their ejaculations, but it didn't matter.  There were two of them and within a few minutes of having cum in me, they would be hard again.

	After an hour, they had both exhausted themselves in my body and I was purring with satisfaction.  I gave them both a deep kiss and told them they were terrific lovers.  I just barely had time to get home, bathe, dress and get ready for Ben at 12:30.  He arrived at 12:35 and by 12:40, I was on the couch with my high heels pointed straight at the ceiling, and Ben's thick organ buried in my cunt.

	For the next two weeks, everyday was like that. Usually, Greg and Julio would have me in the morning and Ben after lunch. Sometimes, Julio would show up later in the afternoon wanting to fuck me.  I didn't turn him down.  In the evening, Gordon would be in me.

	During the last week of August, Ben introduced me to Jerry. He was another mailman.  I learned that they often shared women on their routes.  Jerry told me about a blonde, 40-year old housewife on his route that he and Ben were sharing.  Needless to say, Jerry fucked me that day while Ben watched.  After he had cum in me, I cleaned his cock with my mouth while Ben had me doggie style.  As soon as Ben finished, Jerry wanted me again.  It was his first time in me and he was too excited to stop with just one orgasm.  I assumed the doggie position for him with my head on the bed, my ass elevated at the edge of the bed and my knees spread wide.  He stood on the floor, held my hips and put it into my vagina. I was so wet with my juices and their cum, he sank into the hilt on the first stroke.  Ben kissed me goodbye while Jerry was fucking me.  Ben left but Jerry spent another hour petting and fucking me.

	We left Albuquerque the first week in September, just before the Labor Day weekend.  The day before we left, I had told my husband about Greg and Julio and about Ben and Jerry.  He confessed that he knew about Greg and Ben, but Julio and Jerry were a surprise.  He got hard and hot and we had an intensely satisfying sex session that night.

	The next day, Gordon I let my husband do all the work loading the car and packing while I spent the morning saying goodbye to Greg and Julio in our master bedroom.  It took over two hours to complete our goodbyes.  By the time they left at 11:30, my husband was stone hard and deliciously horny for me.  He had to wait though because I had to say goodbye to Ben at noon.  For once, he wasn't concerned about being late to complete his route and our farewell required almost two hours.  I'm sure Gordon was listening outside the door most of the time.  At 4:00 PM, Jerry came over to say goodbye.  He said goodbye to all my holes for over an hour.

	At 6 PM, Gordon and I left Albuquerque.  I hadn't bathed and was absolutely filled with semen.  My husband could smell me.  At 8 PM, he couldn't stand it any longer.  We took a room in a motel and he said "hello" to my pussy for the rest of the night.

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