New Year's in Wichita

  by RLM

Watching the Bowl Game:

  Christmas was finally over and the round of Xmas parties,
putting up trees and lights, buying and opening presents, and
visiting with relatives was finally over.  Paula and I spent a
full day cleaning up the accumulated mess of wrapping papers,
boxes, tree ornaments, fallen icicles, dishes and glasses from
the two parties we had held in our house.  As neither of us had
to be back at work until January 5th, we had nine days to
ourselves with nothing planned.  On Dec. 27th, the bowl games
were underway and with nothing else to do, I planned to crash in
front of the TV set and watch football games without any real
interest in who won and who lost.

  After dinner, Paula asked, "What should we do tonight?  Any
ideas?  And how about New Year's?"

  "We do need to plan something for New Year's.  Maybe we'll be
invited to a party."

  "That's a possibility.  And what about tonight?"

  "I was just going to watch football tonight."

  "Figures," Paula said with some disgust evident in her tone.

  "What's the problem?" I asked.

  "Well... let's turn it around.  What if you had asked me what
should we do tonight, and my response was 'I was just going to
watch a house decorating show on TV'?  What kind of response
would that have produced from you?"

  "I don't think watching a bowl game is the same as watching a
house decorating show," I responded defensively.

  "Well, that's a really brilliant observation!  Absolutely
irrefutable... football is not the same as house decorating. 
I'll have to keep that in mind."

  "Why are you so angry," I asked, still obviously on the
defensive.

  "I'm not angry... not at all.  I hope you enjoy the game. 
Maybe, I'll watch part of it with you."

  "Great.  I would really enjoy that," I said glad that the
debate was over.  Picking up the evening paper, I checked the TV
schedule and found that coverage of the game would begin at 7:30
PM, which left me almost two hours.  I spent 30 minutes reading
the newspaper and then decided to see if Paula would like to go
out for coffee and a dessert before the game began at 8 PM.

  I called her name a couple of times, but got no answer.  "She
must be taking a nap," I thought.  Quietly, I opened the door to
the master bedroom so as not to awaken her only to find that the
bedroom was empty.  The only trace of my wife was the jeans and
sweater she had worn at dinner.  They had both been tossed onto
the bed along with her bra.

  "She must be taking a bath," I thought.  That thought proved to
be partially correct.  When I opened the bathroom door, the room
was still warm and slightly humid from recent use of the shower.
I could also detect the aroma of my wife's perfume, and her face
powder and mascara were on her vanity rather in the cabinet where
Paula usually kept them.

  Now more than a little curious, I checked her closet, but like
most wives, she has so many clothes there was no possible way I
could tell what she had put on in place of her jeans and sweater.
 Considering that it was late December, it seemed unlikely that
she had decided to go for a walk through the woods in back of our
large lot, but the weather was a mild 58 F, so maybe she had
taken a stroll.

  With nothing else to do before 8 PM, I put on a light jacket
and went out back to check.  The fall colors had long vanished,
and the brook that runs through the area was devoid of its beauty
that is so evident during the summer and fall months. 
Nevertheless, I spent a half hour searching for my wife without
success.  When I returned, I decided to check on her car.  It had
been parked in the driveway earlier that afternoon, but no
longer.  Obviously, Paula had gone somewhere in her car.

  Around 7:15 or so, I called Steve and Kari Devoll, who lived a
couple of miles away, to see if Paula was visiting them.  Kari
answered and when I identified myself, she whispered, "If you're
calling me for a date, I can't.  Steve is here."

  "Now that is tempting," I responded thinking about the last
time the four of us had gotten together a month or so previously.
 "But actually I'm just calling to see if Paula is at your house
visiting.  She was here about an hour ago and I can't seem to
locate her now."

  "No.  She's not here.  Maybe she made a trip to the grocery
store," Kari suggested.

  I thought about the shower, her makeup, her jeans and sweater
lying on the bed, and replied, "Maybe, but I don't think so. 
Thanks anyway.  Do you and Steve have anything planned for New
Year's yet?"

  "Not a thing.  Any suggestions?

  "I do have one.  The four of us... together... doing
something... anything... but having fun."

  "I like that idea.  I'll run it past Steve.  Let us know if
Paula is Ok."

  "I will," I said as I broke the connection.

  By 8 PM, Paula was still no where to be found, so I turned on
the TV to the bowl game and settled down to watch.  Football
games used to take about three hours to complete, but that was a
long time ago.  Now, with rule changes that stop the clock,
commercial breaks, longer halftimes and breaks between quarters,
it usually take four to four and a half hours to complete a game.
 This particular bowl game was taking even longer than normal. 
The third quarter began around 10:15 PM with the game tied
14-all, but still no trace of my wife.  She had said she might
join me.  I was now wondering if she really meant it.

  The fourth quarter was five minutes old when I heard our garage
door open and Paula's car entering.  When she walked in from the
kitchen, she said brightly, "Oh good.  I see the game is still in
progress.  I was hoping it would be as I more or less promised
that I would watch part of it with you."  She sat down on the
couch opposite me, crossed her legs,  and asked, "What's the
score?"

  "21-17," I said, but my mind had suddenly left the very close,
tense battle being fought on the gridiron and was now focused on
my wife.  She was dressed in a form-fitting black and gray
sweater with a black miniskirt that exposed a generous portion of
her breasts and most of her thighs.  On top of that, a sexy
four-inch, "fuck-me" heel encased her foot that was swinging
slowly back and forth.

  "Sounds like it's been an exciting game," Paula commented with
a sly smile playing over her lips.

  "Where have you been all evening?  I looked everywhere for
you."

  "Five hours of football was a little too much for me... so I
went out to Richard's Club, had a couple of cocktails, danced a
little, enjoyed myself, and then came home to watch the end of
the football game with you."

  "Why didn't you ask me if I wanted to go with you or at least
tell me where you were going?"

  "You were busy watching the football game.  Besides, I asked
you if you would like to do something tonight, and you made it
very clear that you wanted to watch the bowl game on TV.   And
dancing is not the same thing as football, as you know."

  "Ok.  You win.  I'm sorry.  I should have suggested we go out
instead of watching the ball game.  Did you have fun?"

  "Oh yes.  Very much!"

  I watched my wife, who just smiled back at me.  Finally, when
it became obvious that I wasn't going to get any additional
information about her evening out, I shrugged and said, "Good. 
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.  I apologize for not being more
sensitive.  It won't happen again."

  Although I watched the rest of the game with my wife, I
couldn't tell you who won.  All I could think about was who my
wife had danced with and what they had done besides dance.  It
was after midnight when the game finally ended and we retired to
our bedroom.

  I desperately wanted to make love to my wife, but after the
fiasco of the evening, I wasn't at all certain that she had much
interest.  Having stripped to my briefs, I was surprised to see
Paula still fully dressed sitting at her vanity removing her
rings and earrings.  Turning her head and looking seductively
over her shoulder, her eyes fell to my crotch and my raging
erection, which my briefs were not able to completely contain.

  "MMMmmm...  you're hard, Honey.  Really hard!"  she whispered.

  "It's been that way most of the evening," I confessed.

  "Take off your briefs.  Show me the rest of it."

  I pulled my briefs down until they were bunched below my balls
and buttocks.  My testicles were high and tight with excitement
just below my iron-hard erection that was standing tall at about
a 70 degree angle.  The bloated, purple head was wet with precum.
 I moved closer to my wife and thrust my rigid, 8" organ toward
her.  "It's been like this most of the evening."

  "Good.  I like my husband hard... rigid with lust for me."

  "It couldn't be much harder and I'm dying to make love to you."

  "You think you deserve that after tonight?"

  "No.  Not really, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to."

  "I'm fully dressed, and you haven't even touched me tonight...
but you're hard like a young, inexperienced, high school boy.  Do
you always get hard like that when you see a fully dressed
woman?"

  "Sometimes... especially when they look like you look tonight."

  "How do I look tonight?"

  "Hot... sexy... sensuous... exotic...  Oh god!  I want to make
love to you!"

  "I'll consider it.  Sit down on the bed."

  I followed my wife's orders and sat on the bed... naked, my
cock throbbing even harder with desire.

  "Did you jack off tonight while I was gone?"

  "No.  I thought about it, but it seemed too humiliating."

  "You deserve it.  Jack off now while I get ready for bed, but
don't cum unless you want to forget about making love to me
tonight."

  Wrapping my hand around my rigid shaft, I began to slowly
stroke its length with my wife watching every motion.  Sitting
down, she opened her legs wide, steepling one knee, to expose the
burnt red, transparent panties that were pulled tightly against
her cunt.  I had to press my legs together tightly to suppress my
orgasm.

  "Careful, Gordon, or you won't be making love to me tonight,"
my wife warned me again as she pulled down her sweater and her
flimsy bra revealing her big 36DD tits.

  "God... that bra hardly covers anything," I half whispered...
half groaned.

  "You noticed," she said sarcastically.  "You didn't seem
interested in my tits tonight... after all there was a football
game on TV.  I wondered if other men felt the same way."

  Paula cupped both of her large melons... squeezed them... then
ran her fingers over her swollen nipples.  "The football game was
on the TV over the bar at Richard's.  But all the men seemed to
be a lot more interested in my tits than the ball game, Honey. 
Do you think you enjoyed the game as much as they enjoyed your
wife's tits?"

  "No.  I'm sure they enjoyed you a lot more than I enjoyed the
game."

  "That's the way it seemed to me too.  They kept taking them out
of my dress when we were dancing.  They must have been enjoying
them a lot, don't you think?"

  Now I couldn't suppress the groan that escaped my lips.  I had
to stop stroking my cock to prevent myself from shooting off at
the mental image of my wife on the dance floor with some guy
hefting and squeezing her tits.

  "I didn't give you permission to stop jacking off, Honey. 
Stroke it!"

  "Oh god!"  I moaned as my hand slowly began to once more move
up and down my jerking shaft.  Copious amounts of precum coated
the head and ran down my throbbing cock. "Did they really take
your tits out on the dance floor or are you just telling me that
to get even?"

  "Don't you think the men wanted to take out my tits?  Half of
them were already exposed.  Can you think of any reason they
wouldn't take them the rest of the way out when they had the
chance?"

  "No, I can't.  Did they?"

  "Of course they did.  Every guy I danced with took them out.  I
even had trouble getting them to let me put them back into my
dress before we left the dance floor."

  My body was shaking... desperate to cum... but somehow I
managed to keep from shooting off.  "Did they do anything else
other than take them out?"  I moaned.

  "Didn't you see my nipples, Honey.  Take a look at them.  See
how swollen and red they are.  A woman's nipples get like that
when they're sucked and squeezed until she's about to cum."

  Again, I had to stop stroking my cock to keep from cumming. 
And again, Paula was having none of that.  "If you stop jacking
that big stick again, you're not making love to me tonight. 
Understand?"

  I nodded and once began to very, very slowly pump my throbbing
prick.  Even so, I almost shot off when my wife unzipped her
skirt and let it fall to the floor.  She bent at the waist with
her ass right in my face.

  She was wearing panties, which did surprise me, but they were a
sodden mess and the crotch was buried between the cheeks of her
buttocks.  She wiggled her ass a foot in front of my face causing
my cock to lurch and throb.  She looked back at me and with an
evil smile, asked, "Can you smell me, Darling?  Can you smell
your wife's hot cunt?  Can you smell what you passed up to watch
a football game?"

  "Oh fuck yes!" I moaned as the musky aroma of her aroused cunt
filled my nostrils making my cock harden into a rigid, unbendable
shaft of lust. "Please, Paula.  Let me make love to you."

  "What's the matter with you?  I'm not even naked yet.  And jack
your cock harder.  You're going too slow."

  "I'll cum if I do that.  Then you won't let me make love to
you."

  "That's too bad.  You should have given up that stupid bowl
game.  Now jerk it harder... faster...  look at my cunt while I
pull my panties down."

  My wife stood two feet in front of me, her cunt almost level
with my eyes, and slowly pulled the wet panties out of her cuntal
slit.  The swollen, pink lips of her labia clung to the material
as it was pulled from within her slit.  When it finally slipped
all the way out, her lips gaped open, swollen and so wet her
fluids had formed droplets all over their surface.

  "Like it?  Turn you on, Baby?"  she whispered as her fingers
pried her lips wide open and stripped back the hood of her
clitoris exposing it.  I stared at her engorged, throbbing sex
knob.  It was erect, swollen, ready, standing out a half inch at
the top of her musky sex hole.

  "Jezzz," I groaned.  "It's as swollen and red as your nipples."

  "Yes... it is.  It gets that way when it's been stroked and
rubbed over and over for nearly an hour.  OOhhh... looks like my
darling husband is about to shoot off... do it, Stud.  Jack it
harder.  NOW!  JACK IT.  LOOK AT YOUR WIFE'S WET SWOLLEN, WET
CUNT AND SHOOT IT!"

  That was it.  I couldn't hold back any longer.  My cock just
exploded!  A huge, thick stream of semen blasted out and arched
through the air on a direct line with my wife's open cunt.  The
spew hit her clit dead on and poured over her belly.  The second
gush moved lower and shot directly into her open hole.  Three
more big streams poured over her belly.  Amazingly, I saw my
wife's clit began to dance and throb.  At the same time, her cunt
hole pulsed and throbbed... opening and closing as my cum
drenched her.

  After my orgasm had ebbed, I fell backwards onto the bed, chest
heaving.  Paula laid down beside me without bothering to clean
herself.  Her entire belly and cunt were covered with thick,
creamy white strands of my load that had already begun to run
down her belly onto her thighs and into her cuntal slit.

  I shook my head in disgust knowing that there was now no chance
in hell my wife would permit me to make love to her.  "Shit!  Why
did you do that?" I groaned.  "You knew how much I wanted to make
love to you."

  "Then you should have had more control and not shot off like a
high school boy!  Besides, I didn't want you to make love to
me... so I made sure you shot off."

  Crestfallen, I groaned, "You didn't want me to make love to
you?  Are you really that mad at me just because I watched a bowl
game?"

  My wife reached for me and pulled my body onto top of hers. 
"I'm not mad... I'm boiling hot for you!" she moaned as her legs
wrapped around my hips and her mouth crushed against mine.

  Almost instantly, my cock was hard again.  "You hot sexy,
teasing Bitch!  I thought you said you didn't want me to make
love to you?"

  "I don't.  I need to be fucked, Stud.  Hard!  Really Hard! 
Please hurry... I need it... Bad!"

  "You really sound desperate.  How many times have you already
been fucked tonight?"

  "NONE!  You think I would cheat on you just because you're
watching a bowl game.  I just danced and played around a little
with a guy.  Please... don't make me wait."

  "Then why are you so hot?"

  "Oh shit... fuck me!  I'll tell you later."

  "If you want my cock, tell me now."

  "Oohhh god... because I let Errol feel me up... play with my
tits and my pussy.  He even finger fucked me before I managed to
get away.   Now come on, Honey... Fuck your slutty wife.  She
needs it!"

  "How did he manage to finger fuck you in the club?  Were you
sitting at the table with your legs open?  What?  Tell me!"

  "No... not like that... Please!"

  "How then?"

  "On the dance floor.  He had my sweater pulled down... my tits
out...  Please... put your cock in me... I need it."

  "Go on.  You're on the dance floor... he's got your tits out...
and then what?"

  "AAAahhhh... uuummmm...  he pulled up my skirt... told me to
pull my panties aside... I was just too turned on to resist...
and it was so hot."

  "And then?"

  "Then he put two fingers into my pussy... right there on the
dance floor... ooohhh god... please...  I've told you.  Fuck me!
Fuck me now!"

  "You need more than just cock, you hot slut.  That throbbing
clit needs to be licked," I grinned as I moved between my wife's
spread thighs.

  "Wait.  Let me clean up first.  You just pumped a huge load all
over my pussy, Honey.  Wait..."

  I ignored her and grasped her legs, raising them until them
came to rest over my shoulders.  Leaning forward, I looked at her
wet, gaping cunt covered by several thick ropes of the load I had
just shot all over her.  In the middle of that pool of semen, I
could see her clit slowly throbbing in anticipation.  Her hips
arched as my tongue slid through the semen onto her engorged
clitoris.

  "OOhhhh... yesssssssss," my wife hissed with intense female
pleasure.  "Suck me, you hot pervert stud...  aaahhh... lick up
your own cum... oohhhh shittt... gonna cummmm!"

  My mouth moved over the entire expanse of my wife's pussy as my
tongue lapped through the cum, much of it sliding down my throat.
 When my tongue dug deeply into her sex trench, Paula's breasts
began to rise and fall at a faster rate, wobbling in time to her
breathing.  Her eyes were closed, her lower lip held between her
teeth.  Every time my tongue moved up the shaft of her engorged,
turgid sex button, she emitted a deep groan as her vagina
contracted with each stroke.  Her tits were now bouncing and
quivering with her excitement.

  Pushing my hands under her hips, I let a finger press against
her anus.  Immediately, my wife grunted with throbbing pleasure.
Again and again my tongue delved into her oozing hole, each time
sliding up her slit to her pulsating clitoris.  Swirling my
tongue around the throbbing organ, Paula began to screech and
howl.  Her body tensed as her fists balled and her legs extended
rigidly straight up in the air.  She hovered on the brink of
orgasm, her pussy contracting, juices pouring from her hole.  She
screamed:

  "OOOOHHHHHHHHHH..... MAKE ME CUMMMMMMMMMM.... SUCK
MEEEEEEEEEE!!"

  Sucking the dancing organ into my mouth, I lashed her throbbing
clitoris up and down the shaft with my tongue as two fingers
worked inside her cunt on her G-spot and another finger fucked in
and out of her ass.  My wife emitted a series of grunts, moans,
and wails as her cunt clamped shut and then spastically opened
wide only to clamp shut almost immediately... over and over.

  Shoving my arms beneath my wife's legs, I levered them up and
back until I had her bent almost double, her cunt a gaping wet,
throbbing hole directly in line with my raging erection.  One
sudden thrust of my hips shot my cock into Paula's pussy.  Her
reaction was a loud cry of pure bliss.  Her back arched, her hips
thrust upward to take the phallus deep inside her sex channel.

  I began fucking my wife with long strokes as my hands squeezed
her tits and pulled and twisted her engorged nipples. Her hips
worked with me... thrusting up as I rammed my cock down into her
hole.  Her cries of passion mixed with my masculine grunts of
pleasure as I fucked her.

  Gradually I stepped up the pace and force of my thrusts, which
were now so hard they were making Paula's entire body jerk. She
was making unintelligible sounds of female excitement as the wet
sounds of our fucking and the musky aroma of her climaxing cunt
filled the air.

  Paula was having near continuous orgasms as my own peak
approached.  She felt my cock jerking and expanding inside her
cunt.  In response, her legs locked around my waist in a near
death grip.  Her powerful thigh muscles pulled me deep within her
boiling sex cauldron that clamped and throbbed about my shaft.

  "FUCK YOUR LOAD INTO ME, STUD.  CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEE!!" my wife
screamed.  A moment later, my buttocks contracted and the first
cum gush fired into her waiting cunt.  This was followed by four
or five more until the load was spewing out of her tightly
plugged cunt and cascading down her ass cheeks.

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

Invitation to Wichita

  At breakfast the next morning, Paula was still contrite about
the previous evening.

  "Gordon, are you angry with me for that stupid stunt I did last
night?  Please... tell me the truth."

  "The truth?  Ok.  No.  I'm not angry.  I should have been more
sensitive to your needs.  The bowl game was of minor importance.
It was just something to do.  If I had paid more attention to the
tone of your voice and your body language, I would have realized
that I was hurting you by suggesting that watching a pointless
football game was more important than my wife."

  My wife started to interrupt, but I held up my hand, and she
stopped.  "Now, having said that and having accepted most of the
blame for what happened, I do think you went too far.  Going to
Richard's was fine.  Dancing with a guy or guys was also fine. 
Even letting them feel your big, delicious tits would have been
within reason, but making out with a guy the way you did was
overkill.  That something to do when we're together, when we can
discuss it, and when we can both enjoy it... you while you're
doing it... me while watching my incredibly sensuous wife turning
a man on.  Ok?  Now it's my turn to ask if what I just said makes
you angry?"

  For her answer, Paula came around the table, seated herself on
my lap, and proceeded to give me a series of open-mouthed,
passionate kisses with her tongue exploring mine.  After five
minutes, she had given me a rigid erection that was thrusting
against her ass.

  Without saying a word, she stood up, straddled my legs, and
lowered her body so that my cock was pressed along the entire
length of her slit.  Once in place, she gave a lap dance that
would have put the most seasoned whore to shame.  In less than a
few minutes, I was thrusting wildly against her on the verge of
cumming in my pants.

  Leaning forward, my hotwife whispered, "Want me to make you cum
in your pants?  Or would you rather take it out and fuck your hot
whorish wife?"  she grinned devilishly.

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

  That afternoon I drove our van to the dealership to have its
10,000 mile maintenance check and also to run some errands.  It
took longer to service the van that I had anticipated so it was
almost 5 PM by the time I managed to return home.

  As soon as I entered, I could smell the delightful aroma of a
pot roast and of freshly made bread.  In addition to being
talented, smart, drop-dead gorgeous, and hot as fire in bed, my
wife is also a great cook.  If she didn't make me exercise so
much fucking her, I'd be a hundred pounds overweight by this
time.

  I opened up a bottle of red wine to go with dinner and set the
table as she was putting the food out.

  "Is the van all serviced and ready for a trip?" she asked as we
dug into the delicious meal.

  "Absolutely, but what trip?"

  "We got a call while you were out from Bev and Earl Peters. 
You do remember them I'm sure," she said with a grin.

  Bev and Earl were a swinging couple from Wichita with whom we
had partied a couple of times over the past two years.  Paula's
grin was the result of Bev being much wilder and more aggressive
in bed than her husband, a fact that had pleased me enormously. 
To my wife's credit, she was actually sincerely happy about that
situation since usually the men are much more eager than the
women.  She was delighted for me when, for once, that situation
was reversed.

  "What did they have to say?  Are they going to be in our area?"
I asked.

  "No.  But they're planning a hot New Year's Eve party and want
us to drive to Wichita."

  "That's about a seven hour drive each way," I commented. 
"Going to be a long, boring trip, and we're going to be pretty
tired when we arrive.  Do you want to go?"

  "Well, it does solve our problem of having nothing planned for
New Year's, and Bev suggested we come up on Dec. 30th so we'll
have a day to rest before the party on the 31st.  Besides, it
might not be as boring a trip as you think.  Bev wants us to
invite two other couples so there will be six couples at the
party.  So there'll be us and two other couples along on the
trip.  I doubt that it will be boring.  What do you say?"

  "That does sound like fun.  There's plenty of room in our
van... two in the front... two in the middle seat, and two in the
back.  Did Bev tell you anything about the party?"

  "She did.  We're supposed to get there in the early afternoon
of Dec. 30th, have dinner, and relax during the evening.  There
will undoubtedly be some fun and games too.  The next day, we
will attend a company party and dance, and then return to their
house for our own party.  A late breakfast/brunch the next
morning on New Year's Day... followed by more partying... leave
for home around 2 or 3PM and arrive home between 9 and 10 PM."

  "Did they invite any single guys?"

  "I don't know.  Bev didn't mention it one way or another. 
Well?  Do we go or not?"

  "I vote yes, but your vote overrules mine if you vote no.  And
I won't mind at all."

  "I know you wouldn't... but after last night, it's your turn. 
Let's do it."

  "Great!  How do you feel about asking Steve and Kari for one of
the couples?"

  "MMMmmmm... I think you know how I feel about that.  Steve is H
and H... hung and hard!  Who else?"

  "I picked Steve and Kari.  You choose the other couple.  In
fact, don't tell me.  Let it be a surprise when we pick them up."

  Slowly, the devilish smile that I knew so well crossed my
wife's face.  "Whatever you say, Lover.  I'll see if I can't
surprise you."

  I had a brief moment when I thought better of my suggestion,
but I put the thought out of my mind.

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  At 7 AM on Dec. 30th, I was preparing breakfast for us while
Paula got dressed and did some last minute packing.  The van had
been completely serviced and was ready to go.  I had told Steve
and Keri we would pick them up at 8 AM or a little later, but I
still had no clue about the other couple Paula had invited.  She
had just told me we would pick them up after the Devoll's.

  I had just put the eggs and bacon on the table and was pouring
the coffee when Paula entered the kitchen.  As I expected, she
was dressed casually, but provocatively.  Her tan,  sleeveless
blouse was held up by two straps circling her neck.  Its plunging
neckline showed off a generous portion of her big tits that I was
certain Steve would enjoy during the trip and whoever the other
guy was.  Her black skirt was short coming to about midthigh. 
She was wearing black sandals but no stockings.

  "You think this is ok for the trip?" she asked, turning around
to give a good view from all angles.

  "I think it's perfect.  Not so sexy I won't be able to drive,
but sexy enough to make the trip interesting.  Have you told Kari
what you'll be wearing?  We don't want to start the trip with her
being embarrassed about what she's wearing on the trip."

  "Oh absolutely.  We discussed it last night.  Just enough to
keep you guys interested but not so much we get raped on the way
there."

  "Raped?  How can a guy possibly rape a woman who's more eager
for it than he is?"

  "Oh shut up!  Just put the food on the table.  Leave the funny,
witty comments to me."

  At 7:40, we were on our way to the Devoll's.

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

  Steve and Kari was waiting for us on their front porch when we
drove into their driveway.  I opened the back of the van and
helped Steve load their three suitcases on top of ours.  Kari had
prepared some snacks for the trip and Steve had brought some beer
and wine.  As I was driving, I wouldn't be having any of the
drinks.  Kari knew this and had brought along some diet sodas for
me.

  Without anyone bothering to mention it, Kari got into the front
seat with me while Steve and Paula took the seat right behind. 
As Kari sat took her seat, she turned toward me, smiled
seductively, and then steepled her left leg while holding it at
the knee.  The entire expanse of her luscious thigh was exposed
and even a small amount of her very delicious looking pussy.  I
thought she was wearing a thong but couldn't be certain.

  As I stared at her exposed legs and did my best to see her
pussy, she grinned, "Do I look ok for the trip, Gordon?"

  "Trip?  What trip?  Why don't we just go up to your bedroom and
forget the trip?"  I suggested.

  Kari beamed her appreciation of my complement with a big smile,
and from the seat behind us, I heard my wife ask Steve, "How
about me.  Do I look good enough to keep you interested?"

  "Both of you look hot as hell," Steve responded.  I just hope
Gordon can concentrate on the driving so we get there in one
piece."

  I backed the van out of the driveway, turned to my wife, and
asked, "Ok.  Who is the third couple and which way is it to their
place?"

  "It's Errol and Marilyn Rawlings.  Just drive toward the
interstate.  They're on the way.  I'll tell you when to turn when
we get closer."

  "Who are they?" I asked.  "Steve, do you and Kari know the
Rawlings?"

  "No, we don't," Kari replied.  "How do you happen to know them,
Paula.  Are you sure they know about the nature of this party?"

  "Yeah, they know," my wife replied.

  "Well?" I said.

  "Well what?" came Paula's response.

  "Oh come on.  Don't be coy," Kari chided.  "How do you know
them?"

  "Ok.  I guess I have to fess up.  The day after Xmas, Gordon
was glued to the TV watching a bowl game when I wanted to go out.
 I got pissed and went out without him... in fact, I didn't even
tell him I was going out.  When he looked around the house for me
later, I was already gone.

  "While Gordon was spending four hours watching football, I was
at Richard's Club flirting and dancing, primarily with Errol who
was there with his wife Marilyn. After a couple of hours and
several drinks, I was feeling no pain and Errol was feeling me."

  "Really?"  Kari said, obviously surprised.  "How far was he
going with his wife there?"

  "All the up to my pussy and in it," Paula confessed.  Anyway,
after another hour, Errol had both of us hot and wet.  He
suggested that we head back to their place for a threesome. 
Marilyn was all for it, and so was I for that matter, but I felt
badly about leaving Gordon out.  So I told them what the problem
was and we agreed to get together at some later date.  As things
turned out, this is the later date."

  "I wonder what seating arrangements my wife has planned for the
trip," I said sarcastically.

  "Well," she said blushing not just a little, "I'm sure Errol
wants to sit with me.  I left him hard and hot the other night at
Richard's.  I thought Errol and I would take the back seat for
the first part of the trip, with Steve and Marilyn in the middle
seats, and you and Kari up front.  We can switch off later.  Does
anyone mind?  I hate to disappoint Errol a second time."

  Kari took one look at me, ran her hand lightly over my crotch
and said, "I think those are great seating arrangements."

  Steve had a question, however... the obvious one.  "What does
Marilyn look like?"

  "She's about 36, platinum blonde, sexy and hot.  You'll like my
seating plan... believe me."

  "I'm liking it already," Steve said with a broad smile.

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

  Steve liked it even more when Errol and Marilyn walked out of
their house to join us 15 minutes later.  Marilyn was wearing a
black dress with a plunging top that exposed most of the inner
halves of her breasts to the nipples.  If that wasn't enough, her
dress was so short that there was no way she could sit without
showing off most of her thighs and legs.  The slightest bit of
carelessness on her part gave us a great view of her transparent
black panties.

  After the introductions, Errol turned to my wife with a big
grin as he joined her in the back of the van.  Marilyn sat down
beside Steve, giving him a big smile as she crossed her legs
revealing her panties as she did so.

  "You're just gorgeous," Steve said softly to the ravishing
platinum blonde.

  She blew Steve a kiss and leaned over the seat.  "Hi, Gordon. 
I've been looking forward to meeting you.  Did Paula tell you
about meeting us at Richard's earlier this week?"

  "She did... finally.  Not at first, but she finally fessed up."

  "Did you get mad?"

  "No, more worried than mad.  Then later... I just got hard."

  "I can imagine, but I doubt that you got as hard as your wife
had my husband.  I thought he was going to cry when Paula told
him she had to get home to you."

  "I'll bet he did."

  "Yeah... he was griping and complaining the rest of the evening
that you were going to get all the benefit of his work at
Richard's.  Did you?"

  "Yeah... I did.  Big time.  Remind me to thank Errol."

  "I don't think that'll be necessary.  Your wife's probably
going to make it up to him the way he likes best on this trip and
later in Wichita."

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

  We hadn't gone more than 50 miles before Kari snuggled up
against me.  A moment later, her hand was in my lap stroking my
cock which got hard almost immediately.

  "You have to stop that, Kari.  Obviously, you know I love it,
but we want to get to Wichita in one piece.  I'll have a wreck if
you keep that up."

  "Spoil Sport!"  she pouted, but she did stop.  "You're right, I
know, but you have such a gorgeous, big, hard cock.  I just love
it, and it's been too long since I've enjoyed it.  Am I going to
get to enjoy it this weekend?"

  "Do bears live in the forest?"  I asked.

  At that moment, we heard a deep female groan coming from the
back of the van.  I glanced in my rear-view mirror but couldn't
see the back seat.  Steve and Marilyn both turned around to see
what Errol was doing to my wife in the back seat.

  "What's happening back there," Kari asked in a whisper.

  "Just what you think is happening," Marilyn grinned.  "My stud
husband is doing what he wanted to do to her the other night
before she ran home to her husband."

  Two more feminine groans came from the back seat.  My cock got
even harder.  "Is he fucking her?" Kari asked.

  "Not yet, Honey.  Errol takes his time.  He's got plenty of it
on this trip.  He'll make her beg for it before he puts it in
her."

  "Oh god!" Kari sighed, her hand moving between her thighs where
it began to slowly stroke her excited sex.

  From right behind me, I heard, "MMMmmmmmm... don't stop,
Honey."

  "That wasn't my wife moaning," I said to Kari.  "It must have
been Marilyn."

  "I was.  My darling husband has that blonde's tits out playing
with them.  She's holding them up for him to squeeze and suck.  I
wish you could play with mine."

  Between groans, we heard Marilyn urging her husband on.  "Take
off her panties, Honey, and pass them up here to the front.  I'm
sure Gordon would love to see just how hot you're getting his
hot, sexy wife."

  A couple of minutes later, Steve's hand extended over the seat
toward me holding my wife's panties.  All of us could smell the
musky aroma of her aroused cunt coming from them.  "Is she naked
now?"  I asked while keeping my eyes on the highway.

  Kari relayed my question.  "Gordon wants to know if Errol has
Paula naked yet."

  "I'll check," I heard Steve saying.  That's my friend Steve. 
Always willing and eager to help out a friend.  A moment later,
he relayed the information.  "Not yet.  She's still got her
skirt, blouse, bra, stockings, and heels on.  But her blouse is
open, her bra is down, her tits are out, and her panties are off.
 And Errol says to tell you that your wife's legs are wide open."

  "AAhhh... UGh!  UGH!  Yesss... like that!  Lick it, Errol. 
Suck MMeeeee...!!"

  Kari leaned closer and said, "I guess we don't need to ask
what's happening to make your wife moan and beg like that, do we?
 Pretty self-evident."

  If my cock wasn't already hard enough, Marilyn leaned over the
front seat and said hotly, "You're wife getting what she should
have gotten the other night, Gordon.  Errol's gonna fuck her,
Honey."

  "Oh fuck," Kari moaned.  'My pussy is soaking wet.  Wanna feel
me, Honey?  You won't have a wreck if you just spend a moment
feeling how hot and wet I am."

  "We'll switch around after we make the first rest stop and you
can enjoy Errol." I said keeping my eyes riveted on the road.

  From the seat behind, Marilyn said, "Go on, Gordon.  Feel her
pussy.  Her husband's having a great time feeling mine."

  I was still struggling to keep my eyes glued to the highway
when once again I heard my wife in the back of the van:

  "OOOHH GOD!  I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGG...  AAAHHHHHHHHH!"

  My will power had reached its limits.  As Kari stared over the
seat at Marilyn's hips hunching in hot fuck motions as her
husband's fingers exploring beneath her panties, she felt my
fingers between her thighs stroking up and down the length of her
wet slit.

  "Oh Yes!  Feel me, Honey," she gasped.  As her hips danced, we
heard Marilyn moaning right behind us.  "Ooohhhh fuckkk...
Gordon's doing it to me too, Marilyn," Kari moaned.

  "Are you in her, Gordon?" Steve asked as he pushed a second
finger into Marilyn's throbbing vagina.

  "Well, I'm in something hot, wet, and tight.  I'm pretty sure
it's your wife's pussy."

  "You better believe it, Honey.  Your wife is getting her pussy
finger fucked right now," Kari moaned in answer to her husband's
question.

  With all three women moaning, the atmosphere in the van was hot
and sensuous.  It became even more so when my wife began
screeching and howling.  Glancing in the rear view mirror, I saw
her legs up in air, jerking back and forth, her toes curling. 
Since Errol and Paula were right in front of the large rear
window of the van, any car pulling up behind us was going to be
treated to a great view of a woman with her legs up being soundly
fucked.

  "Paula!" I yelled frantically.  "Put your legs down.  All the
cars behind us will know you're being fucked and someone may call
the highway patrol."

  "Oooohhhh... can't... can't," my wife squealed.  "I'm being
fucked... oooohhhhhhhh..."

  "You can still put your legs down," I protested.

  "Noooo... can't... he won't let meeeeee...  uuunnggh... ugh
ugh... Errol's screwing meeeeeee...  legs up... uughh!  ugh! 
aaahhh!!"

  From that point, every thing Paula was saying became the
meaningless babbling of a woman in the throes of an intense
orgasm. "Damn!  This could be bad if some prude sees her being
fucked," I said somewhat desperately.

  Fortunately, Marilyn leaned over her seat and yelled at her
husband, "Didn't you hear what Gordon said, Errol.  You might get
us arrested and ruin the entire weekend.  Let her put her legs
down!  NOW!  Just put your hands under her ass... that'll keep
her pussy elevated so you can finish fucking her."

  Apparently, Marilyn's screams had penetrated Errol's brain,
which was amazing considering the fact that his brain was now
buried at the bottom of my wife's cunt, because in the rear-view
mirror, I saw my wife's legs disappearing down behind the rear
seat.  Her grunts and moans continued unabated, however.

  We had been on the road over two hours, so, seeing a service
area ahead, I announced.  "We're gonna make a pit stop in about 3
or 4 minutes... so make yourselves presentable."

  Kari moved her pussy off my fingers... I thought reluctantly,
and I heard Marilyn and Steve rearranging their clothes behind
me.  However, Paula's gasps and moans didn't stop even when I
pulled into the rest area.  We didn't need gas so I parked off to
the side away from the service area.

  "Ok.  Let's take 10 or 15 minutes for a rest break.  If you're
hungry, there's a Subway sandwich shop inside."

  Steve, Kari, Marilyn and I got out of the van, and I locked it
for safety.  As we walked into the service building, I looked
back at the van and saw that it was rocking back and forth on the
shocks.  Anyone over the age of 10 who noticed it, wouldn't have
much problem figuring out what was causing the van to rock like
that.

  I used the men's room, washed up, and picked up some hard candy
for the trip.  Kari and Marilyn were still in the ladies room so
Steve and I stood at the door watching the van.  The rocking was
increasing in frequency and amplitude.  Steve shook his head and
said, "Damn... Errol is fucking the shit out of your wife,
Buddy."

  "Yeah... I think he's punishing her for leaving him high and
dry at Richard's a few days ago."

  "Some punishment," Steve remarked dryly.

  "I know.  If he keeps 'punishing' her like that for much
longer, she's gonna move in with the Rawlings."

  When Kari and Marilyn joined us, I asked, "You girls ready to
leave?"

  "Yeah.  We're ready," Kari responded.

  "Fucking shit!  Look at that!" Marilyn gasped motioning toward
the back of the van that was now actually bouncing.

  "We know.  Your husband is giving my wife the hardest screwing
she's had in awhile."

  "No.  It's the other way around.  Look!"

  Staring at the rear window of the van, we saw the top of
Paula's head rising just above the bottom of the window and then
quickly disappearing below it... back and forth... very rapidly.
"Your hot wife is hammering her ass up and down on my husband's
cock.  He's the one getting the hard screwing."  Marilyn gasped,
not just a little surprised.

  "Come on.  Let's leave before we start attracting a crowd," I
said.

  We quickly piled back into the van and found the inside thick
with sexual aromas.  As I was pulling back onto the highway,
Errol was screaming:  "I'm gonna cum!  Gonna shoot in another
load, you hot Bitch.  Fuck your ass on that cock, Baby!"  Before
I had covered a mile, both of them were cumming.

===================================
   Party in Wichita:  Arrival and First Day:

  We arrived in Wichita around 3 PM.  Bev and Earl Peters came
out of their home to greet us as we pulled into their driveway. 
Earl said it would be fine to park there as we would be taking
our van to the Party tomorrow.

  We had partied with Bev and Earl on two previously occasions,
and she looked every bit as good today as she had then.  Of
course, I was prejudiced as she always seemed pleased to see me
again.  This time was no exception as she planted a passionate
kiss on my lips after I had shook Earl's hand and introduced them
to the Devoll's and to the Rawlings.

  When we had all entered the house, Bev introduced all of us to
Stacy and John Sharp.  It was the first time we had met them, and
it was immediately obvious that John was very taken with my wife
judging from the prolonged kiss he gave her after then had been
introduced.  I thought Stacy was a sexy-looking woman as well. 
She was a dark-headed, sultry beauty, but our kiss was much more
reserved than the one John and Paula had shared.

  I had half expected Errol to play the part of a Don Juan with
Bev and Stacy, but apparently, my wife had worn him out as he
didn't even take the opportunity to kiss the two women.

  The Peters had a very large home with four bedrooms and a
basement where they had placed two temporary mattresses and a cot
so that there would be adequate space for the five couples.  In
fact, it seemed like the extra mattress and cot in the basement
were more than needed, so I asked about it.

  "Bev, Is everyone you invited to the party here now?"

  "Yeah, five couples, you and Paula, the Devolls, the Rawlings,
the Sharps, and Earl and I.  That's it."

  "Then why the extra mattress in the basement and the cot?"

  Bev grinned.  "Well, you guys tend to wear out... so I invited
a couple of single guys to join us tomorrow."

  With a laugh, I commented, "I should have guessed.  So the
extra mattress and cot are for them."

  "Probably not... my guess is that they're going to be in bed
with the women.  The extra space is for the convenience of any
husband who gets... how should I put this... who gets
'displaced'."

  "Ok.  Understood.  Who gets which bedroom?"

  "Earl and I have the master bedroom.  All of our clothes and
toilet articles are already there.  The rest of you will draw
lots for the basement and the other three bedrooms.  That Ok with
everyone?"

  We all gathered in the dining room, and the wives drew for
bedroom assignments.  Paula and I ended up in one of the upstairs
rooms while the Devolls drew the basement, which was the most
spacious.  Since the basement was completely refinished into what
was normally a den/game room, it was probably the best of the
available rooms except for the master bedroom.

  For the next hour or so, we carried out suitcases into our
rooms, hung up our clothes and laid out our toilet articles.  The
men, of course, finished before the women, and we just naturally
gathered in the den for a drink and snacks that Bev had laid out
for us.

  Sitting down beside Errol, I asked, "Well, are you still angry
with my wife for leaving you high and dry the other evening?"

  "Hell no!  She's fantastic!  You're a lucky man, Gordon."

  "I know.  She normally would never have left you hot and hard
the way she did, but she was feeling guilty about going out
without telling me."

  "I understand.  In fact, I understood at the time.  I was just
hoping that I would get another chance at some later date.  It
came sooner than I expected.  I know it was probably hard for you
to drive with your wife screaming and moaning like she was.  I'm
sorry about that.  I was just so hot for Paula, I couldn't really
stop."

  "I didn't expect you to.  Anyway, Paula told me before we left
that she was going to fuck you on the trip.  She asked me if I
was Ok with that.  Obviously, I was."

  Errol nodded and then looked around the room.  All five men
were there as well as Bev.  "Let's step outside for a moment. 
I'd like to speak to you privately."

  Now curious, I rose and we strolled out into the back yard
pretending to look over the grounds.  "What's up?"  I asked.

  After checking to see that we were alone, Errol asked, "Do you
know the Sharps?  Have you and Paula swung with them before?"

  "No.  We just met them.  How about you and Marilyn?"

  "We spent an evening with them a few months ago.  They answered
an ad we had placed."

  "And?" I asked, now very interested in where this was leading.

  "Marilyn and I really like you and Paula, so I just wanted to
give you a 'heads-up', so to speak, about Stacy."

  "What about Stacy?  She looks really hot."

  "I know.  That's what I thought too.  But the fact is that I
spent two or three hours in bed with her trying to get her off
without any success at all.

  "Now, maybe it was my fault, but I've not had that problem
before.  Don't get me wrong.  She was very cooperative... not at
all frigid.  I think I got off three times that night, but I just
could not bring her to an orgasm.  She told me later not to worry
about it... that she can never cum unless she's with a black
guy."

  "I've never seen or even heard of anything like that."

  "Neither had I.  I just wanted to give you a warning.  Maybe
you'll be successful where I wasn't, but forewarned is forearmed,
so to speak.  My ego was really shattered... it was a week before
I recovered, and that took a lot of help from my wife and one of
her female friends."

  "Thanks, Errol.  That's very considerate of you to warn me like
this.  I'll certainly keep what you've told me confidential, and
if I end up with Stacy, I'm sure what you've told me will help
keep my male ego intact if I have the same experience."

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

  Bev and Earl had made reservations for 10 at an excellent
Italian restaurant.  Before we got to the restaurant, Bev
explained the seating arrangements... men and women alternated
and husbands and wives could not sit together.  Since no one
objected, I enjoyed dinner with Marilyn on one side and Stacy on
the other.   Paula was non the other side of the table seated
between Steve and John.

  All through dinner, I kept thinking about what Errol had told
me about Stacy.  She was so sultry and beautiful, it seemed
almost impossible to believe.  In any case, I enjoyed having a
dark-headed beauty on one side of me and a sexy platinum blonde
on the other.

  While I was enjoying my veal scaloppini, I noticed that Paula
seemed to be staring out into space paying no attention to the
food.  At first, I wondered if she felt all right, but then I
noticed that John had his right arm under the table.  As I
watched, I saw it slowly moving... back and forth.  It was
obvious that he was playing with my wife's legs or more under the
table.

  For a while, I alternated between eating and watching John
working on my wife.  Suddenly, I saw Paula's eyebrows raise in
surprise as she looked over at Steve.  Glancing at his left arm,
I saw that it was also out of sight beneath the table.  Now my
wife had two men playing with her beneath the table.

  At that moment, John turned to my wife, and I heard him say,
"How's the dinner?  Are you enjoying yourself?"

  "Oh yes.  The food is very good," Paula replied.

  "I think you'd enjoy it even more if you let yourself open up
to the enjoyment of the ambiance," John said with a smile that
was almost a leer.

  It didn't take high-level rocket science to figure out that he
was telling my wife to open her legs so that they could get at
her better.  Paula squirmed a little in her chair... looking
first at John... then at Steve.  I saw her sigh and relax.  I was
certain that not only had her body relaxed, but so had her legs.
A moment later, I got confirmation as both John and Steve's arms
moved inward toward their bodies as they pulled my wife's thighs
open.

  Paula's eyes closed and her tongue slowly licked her upper lip.
 She was now making no attempt to eat.  Her body shifted slightly
as her legs opened even wider.  I wondered if the men had their
hands on my wife's pussy yet.

  "Is your food all right?" I asked my wife.

  Paula seemed startled by my question, her body moved and
shifted as she quickly closed her legs.  "Oh, it's fine, Honey. 
The wine is sort of going to my head, I guess."

  "Do you need to go out to the car and lie down?" I asked
knowing that it wasn't the wine going to head that was the
problem... it was male hands going to her pussy.

  "Oh no.  I'm fine.  Besides, I haven't finished eating yet."

  I nodded and went back to eating.  As I did so, I again saw
John and Steve's arms moving to pull my wife's legs open again. 
This time, I saw Paula's body give a small shudder.  Obviously,
one or both of the men had reached her panty-covered pussy.

  Stacy leaned over toward me and whispered in my ear, "Have you
been watching your wife for the last ten minutes?"

  "No.  I just noticed that she wasn't eating," I lied.

  "She's not eating because Steve and John are both playing with
her legs and probably her pussy by this time.  Just watch. 
You'll see."

  I nodded at Stacy and alternated eating with glancing over at
Paula.  Once more, I saw her body shudder slightly.  Again, Stacy
whispered, "Did you see her body tremble?  I think both of them
have their hands on your wife's pussy now."

  Turning to Stacy, I smiled and said, "I agree.  In fact, I'm
sure of it."

  Paula was doing her best to eat, but not being very successful
in her attempt.  Stacy and I had finished dinner and one or the
other of us kept watch on what was happening to my wife.  When
her mouth slowly opened, it was my turn to lean over and whisper
to Stacy, "One of them just got his fingers under her panties. 
She just had a small orgasm, I think."

  "She did... women can always tell things like that, Honey."

  Paula had now pushed her plate away, making no attempt to
finish her dinner.  Her body was now slowly moving on her chair.
I looked at Stacy, and she nodded, smiling.  We both knew that
Paula was being finger fucked.

  We realized it wouldn't be long before my wife had an orgasm. 
The only uncertainty was how soon it would come.  However, before
it did, we watched as Paula leaned her elbows on the table and
using them for support, raised herself up from her chair.

  "My god," Stacy gasped.  "They're taking off her panties right
here in the restaurant!"

  Both Steve and John were working their hands beneath the table,
obviously pulling my wife's panties from under her ass and then
down her thighs.  Once they were down around her calves, we could
see Paula working her legs to get them off.  We knew when she had
succeeded because Steve bent over and reached under the table. 
Others around the table probably thought he had dropped
something, but actually, it was my wife who had dropped
something... her panties, and Steve was picking them up.  A
moment later, they disappeared into his pants pocket.

  With her pussy now naked, it took Steve and John less than a
minute to make my wife cum.  When her climax surged through her,
she bit her lower lip to keep from screaming.  They didn't let
her rest.  I could see their arms moving working my wife toward
another orgasm.  Her body shuddered as her body wriggled in the
chair when it engulfed her cunt and clit.  Her tits were heaving
as she came.  By this time, every woman at the table knew my wife
had just had two intense climaxes, and they quickly informed the
men.

  On the drive back to the Peter's house, John and Steve were in
the back of the van with Paula.  There was enough light for me to
see that they had her tits out and, I was certain, her skirt up
around her waist.  At least they waited until we were home before
they started fucking her.  But they didn't waste any time once we
were there.  Before I had gotten the car parked and entered the
house, neither Steve, John, or Paula was any where to be found. 
I didn't have to ask what had happened to my wife.  They
undoubtedly already had her in our bedroom with her cunt and
mouth filled with their cocks.

  Unable to resist, I went upstairs and quietly approached our
closed bedroom door.  My wife's moans were so loud there was no
need for me to press my ear against the door to hear what was
happening.

  "AH!  AH!  AH!  UUNNGGHH!  AH!  AH!  AH!  UUNNGGHH!  Oh Yes! 
Like that, Honey.  Fuck me!  AH!  AH!  AH!  UUNNGGHH!  FUCK ME! 
HARDER!  HAR....MMMMPPPFFFFF..."

  Something had cut off Paula's moans in mid-word.  It wasn't
difficult to figure out what it was... either Steve's or John's
hard cock has just been shoved into her mouth and throat.  As I
listened to the protesting bedsprings squeaking, my hand was
squeezing and stroking my hard erection.

  As I jacked off listening to my wife being fucked, I jumped in
shock when Marilyn pressed herself against me from behind.  Her
hand circled my hips and pushed mine away from my throbbing
prick.

  "Let me do that, Honey, while we both listen to your hot wife
getting screwed," she whispered in my ear as her hand took up the
job of stroking my cock.  Quickly, she unzipped me and had her
hand wrapped around the bare flesh of my raging erection.  "Let's
open the door just a little and peek in... they're too busy to
notice."

  Marilyn didn't bother waiting for a verbal answer.  The hard
pulsations of my cock that her suggestion caused was answer
enough.  She quietly turned the doorknob and pushed it open
enough for us to see.  My cock got even harder when I saw my wife
on the bed on her stomach, her legs spread wide open.  John as
behind her slamming his meat in and out of her cunt... all the
way out... all the way back in... on every stroke.  When he
thudded into the bottom of her vagina, Paula groaned around
Steve's thick phallus that was pumping in and out of her mouth. 
As we watched, Paula began to gurgle around Steve's cock as her
orgasm rippled through her body.

  "Damn! You are hard!  I mean really HARD!"  Marilyn moaned in
my ear.  "Oh Fuck!  You're not only hard!  You're big... shit! 
How big is that monster, Baby?"

  "About 8 inches," I groaned.  "Just slightly more than
average."

  "Like hell you say!  This is one gorgeous, big fuck stick! 
Come on.  Let me work on this thing with my hot cunt and mouth,
Honey.  You'll like both of those a lot more than my hand."

  Marilyn wasn't taking 'no' for an answer.  She pulled me away
from the doorway, shut it behind us, and led me down the hallway
by my cock to her bedroom.  Once inside, she kicked the door shut
and melted into my arms.  As we explored each other's mouth with
our tongues, my rigid shaft was boring into her crotch.  She
couldn't keep her hips still.

  "Oh fucking hell... do something, Gordon.  Hurry!" she pleaded.

  With one swift motion, I pulled her skirt up to her waist and
in almost the same motion, dragged her panties off to one side
baring her wet, open, and very ready pussy.  With my hands on her
ass, I lifted her and bent my knees to bring my cock against her
opening.  She was wild... grinding her hips and moaning...
begging.

  "Hold still, you hot Slut," I ordered.

  Marilyn moaned and urged me to hurry, but she did hold still
until I had it in her vagina.  After that, it was a simple matter
to let go of her hips and impale her fully on my rigid eight
inches of man meat. I loved hearing the squishing sound it made
as it sank into her depths.

  "OOOoooooooooo... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!" she wailed as it
penetrated and stretched her cunt open.

  Using my arms to raise and lower her hips while thrusting my
prick upward as her body descended, I hammered it in and out of
her throbbing pussy.  Her moans increased in volume and
frequency... her sex juices poured out of her stuffed hole and
coated my cock and balls and her thighs.

  I carried her to the bed, never stopping the motion of my cock
in her cunt.  When my thighs touched the side, it was easy to
dump her onto her back with my cock fully embedded inside her
convulsing pussy.  Again and again, I drove it against her
cervix.  Her shrieks of female pleasure filled the room, and if
Errol was outside listening, he wasn't having any trouble hearing
the wild, passionate cries of his wife.

  Marilyn reached her first orgasm within minutes.  Her vagina
and clit contracted and pulsed bringing grunts and gasps from her
lips.  As soon as her orgasm began to ebb, I pulled out of her
cunt and moved my head between her gaping thighs to the stretched
and gushing hole.  I didn't even have to spread her labia... her
clitoris was protruding from its sheathe at the top of her slit
where it contracted and pulsed as if begging for tongue.

  As soon as my tongue lashed up the pulsing shaft, it danced
wildly and another shriek of female pleasure filled the room. 
Marilyn howled when she felt two fingers entering her vagina,
another invading her ass, and her clit being sucked into my mouth
where it received the tongue lashing it wanted and deserved.

  Her hips hunched and thrust uncontrollably.  Her chest heaved
with her screams causing her tits to vibrate wildly.  Another
orgasm erupted deep inside her cunt and then spread to her
clitoris and from there to her belly causing spastic
contractions.  Her sexual juices spurted drenching my face and
the bed covers.

  When she was in the midst of another intense climax, I abruptly
pulled my fingers from her holes and mounted Errol's wife again.
Her legs literally flew apart and jacked into the air to obtain
the deepest possible penetration.  My masculine growls and grunts
of satisfaction and pleasure mixed with her higher pitched,
feminine shrieks every time I plunged into her and felt the
tight, clinging, wet folds of her delicious cunt envelop my
throbbing cock.

  "Gonna cum!!" I growled into her ear.

  "Yesss!!! Fuck the load into meeeeeeeeeee!!" she responded.

  My buttocks contracted sending a huge jet of semen out the end
of my convulsing prick into the depths of her cunt, which was
throbbing convulsively around my ejaculating shaft.  Again and
again, my muscles clenched and pumped in cum... again and again,
Marilyn groan and throbbed as she spread wide to receive it.

  Finally, I collapsed on top of her as her legs and arms fell to
the surface of the bed.  Our chests heaved together as we tried
desperately to suck oxygen into our lungs.  It was several
minutes before either of us could speak.

  Marilyn pulled my head to hers and kissed me with passion. 
When we broke the kiss, she whispered, "When in hell did you
learn to fuck a woman like that?  Gawd!!  That was fantastic!"

  I pulled her closer, my cock still buried inside her vagina,
and held her close.  "You just taught me," I whispered.  We fell
asleep still coupled together.

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

Party in Wichita:  New Year's Eve:

  It was after midnight before I finally managed to get to bed
after our arrival at Bev and Earl's place that afternoon.  When I
entered our bedroom that first evening, I found myself alone.  I
wasn't surprised.  It was only 12:30 AM, and I was certain that
the other men would keep my wife busy until much later in the
evening.

  Bev had provided everyone with clean towels and sheets, which
was fortunate since our bed was a wreck.  All the blankets were
on the floor, and the sheets exhibited the obvious signs of the
activities that had taken place in the bed earlier that evening.
This was particularly true of the bottom sheet.  It was almost 1
AM before I got the sheets changed and the bed covers back in
place.  Shortly thereafter, I was in a deep exhausted sleep.

  Sometime later that night, I was awakened by another body
crawling into bed with me.  As soon as my visitor rolled over and
pressed her two large breasts against me, I knew it was my wife.

  "Hi... welcome back," I said.

  "MMmmmmmm...," was the only response I got.

  Turning toward her, I pressed my body against hers and moved my
hand between her thighs onto her very wet and very slickened
pussy.

  "Not now, Honey," she moaned.  "I'm exhausted.  Do you mind?"

  "Of course I mind.  I was hard for a half hour thinking about
you and what you might be doing until I finally managed to fall
asleep," I protested.

  "I'm sorry, Darling.  I really am.  I promise I'll make it up
to."

  I nodded my agreement.  What else could I do?  Besides, Paula
was sound asleep within a minute.

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

  By 8:30 AM, I had showered and shaved.  When I walked through
the rest of the house, I found that I was the only person awake.
Apparently, everyone else had stayed up late partying.  With
nothing else to do, I went to the kitchen and began preparing
breakfast... bacon, ham, eggs, hash browns, pancakes, biscuits,
and coffee.

  Before I had finished eating, Earl had joined me. "Good
morning, Gordon.  Sleep well?"

  "Very.  How about you?"

  "After spending an hour with your wife, I slept like the dead.
I was so worn out, I just barely made it to the bedroom.  I don't
see how you stay alive married to a woman like that."

  "Well, thanks, but I have to tell you, when I tried to get some
from my wife last night, I got turned down."

  "Really?  Well, I'm sorry that you didn't get any, but it does
make me feel better that I helped wear her out."

  "Helped?"

  "Yeah... helped.  No way in hell I could wear Paula out alone,
but with Errol's and Steve's help, I guess we managed it.  Who
were you with last night?"

  "Earlier in the evening, Marilyn and I had a good time, but
after that, I turned in for the night.  I have a feeling that
we're all going to need all the energy we can find tonight."

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

  It was early afternoon when the two single men Bev had invited
showed up.  Brad was in his early 20's, wavy dark hair, a
body-builder with a great physique, and dark, penetrating eyes. 
Grant looked Scandinavian with long blond hair, blue eyes, and
trim body.  All the women except for Bev were entranced by Brad.
It was painfully obvious that all of them were ready to spread
for him anytime.  Bev, however, was fawning over Grant.

  Later, while the two newcomers were moving their stuff into the
house, I took the opportunity to ask Bev why she was the only
woman who wasn't panting over Brad.

  "Because I know something that the other wives don't know yet,"
she replied.

  "What's that?"

  "I've been in bed with both of them.  Brad's great, but Grant
has a 9-inch, thick cock, and he's a master swordsman... if you
know what I nean."

  "I get the general idea.  And I'm sure you've kept that
information to yourself," I laughed.

  "Of course.  I wasn't born yesterday, you know.  But they'll
find out soon enough."

  "I'm sure."

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

  A couple of hours later, the five husbands, Steve, Errol, John,
Earl, and myself were having a beer in the den.  Not a woman was
in sight.  "Where are all the women?" Steve asked.

  "In the master bedroom and the one right next to it," Earl
said.  "Those two 20-year old studs have been fucking our wives
for almost two hours now."

  "They'll wear out soon," John said confidently.

  "Don't bet on it, John," Earl advised.

  "Shall we go check on the girls?" I suggested.

  "Why not?  It beats sitting here listening to our wives moaning
and screaming," Errol said.

  Before we even got to the guest bedroom door, we could hear
women moaning inside the room.

  "Who's getting it in there?" Earl asked.

  "Not sure," John said as he listened.  "Don't think it's Stacy.
 She's usually not that loud.  Actually, she's sometimes very
quiet."

  "Bev grunts more than moans.  I'm pretty sure she's not in
there," Earl said.

  "Well, you guys can quit guessing.  I'd recognize the sound of
Paula being fucked anywhere.  One of those studs is giving it to
her."

  "There's more than one woman in there," Errol said.  He must be
fucking one and using his mouth on the other woman."

  "Which one is it?" Earl asked.  "Gotta be either Keri or
Marilyn."  At that moment, one of the women growled at the man.

  "Come on, Baby.  Finish her.  Make her cum.  I want that huge
rod in my pussy.  She's already cum once.  It's my turn!"

  "No doubt any longer," said Steve.  That's Kari.  And if that
guy knows what's good for him, he's finish Paula and get it into
her cunt or she may just cut it off if he keeps her waiting much
longer."

  "You heard the lady," we all heard Brad say.  "Cum on my big
cock, you hot Bitch.  CUM... NOW!!"  The loud sound of his body
thudding into my wife's sex saddle were loud and frequent as he
pumped his big cock in and out of Paula's waiting hot, throbbing
cunt.

  "AAAHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEE.... CUMMMINGGGGGGGGGG... OOHHH FUCKKK...
I'M CUMMMINGGG!!"  she howled in intense feminine passion.

  Almost as soon as my wife's cries died down, we heard Kari's
voice again.  "Hurry, Brad.  Please!!  Hurry.  Fuck it into me! 
SCREW ME!!"  she screamed.   Then a moment later:  "GGHHAAAAAA...
UGH UGH UGH... GAWD!  YOU'RE FUCKING HUGE... AAAHHHHHHHH... GO
SLOW!"

  "Spread wider, you hot cunted Slut.  It's all going in!"

  "OOOoouuuuuuuuuuuuu.... UUNNGGHHHHHHHHHH..."

  After that, we all heard the steady ... WHOOMPF...WHOOMPF...
WHOOMPF... as Brad's hips thrust his cock in and out of Kari
upturned hot hole.

  "Let's check the master bedroom," John suggested.  "Stacy,
Marilyn, and Bev are getting it from Grant in there."

  Kari was still grunting loudly as we all moved down the hallway
to the door of the master bedroom.  From within, we heard the
women moaning softly as Grant fucked them.  They all seemed to be
moaning.

  "Shit!"  Errol said in a whisper.  "Listen to that.  He's doing
them all.  Everyone of those hot whores are moaning.  Can you
hear them.  Three women at the same time!  Jezzz!!"

  "He's probably got them all on their hands and knees, asses up
in the air, switching from one cunt or ass to the next one so
they're all getting fucked.  Probably using his hands on the
cunts he's not fucking," I suggested.

  No one disagreed with my analysis.  Earl had his cock out
jerking in as he listen to Bev screeching in female heat when
Grant's big organ penetrated one of her holes.  After a series of
screeching cries, the intensity of her shrieks decreased at the
same moment Marilyn's rose in pitch and volume.  It was obvious,
that her cunt was now receiving cock.

  "Damn!  I gotta see this," Earl moaned.  We all agreed.  Earl
opened the master bedroom door and we all got hard when we saw
the tableau on the edge of the bed.  Grant had all three women
naked except for their heels, and he had them stacked one on top
of another.  At the moment, Bev was on top and Grant's large cock
was slamming in and out of her cunt.  Marilyn was in the middle
and she had three fingers thrusting into her pussy.  Stacy was on
the bottom with a single finger reaming her asshole.   The moans,
groans, and grunts of the three women and the deep growls of male
pleasure filled the room.

  We kept checking both rooms on and off for another two hours. 
After an hour, Brad and Grant switched rooms so that by late
afternoon, every one of our wives had been plowed several times
in all their holes by both of the single studs.  I finally gave
up and went off to our bedroom where I showered, shaved, and got
dressed for dinner and the party that evening.

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

  The party started at 7:30.  It included an elaborate buffet,
favors to celebrate the New Year, and a dance floor with live
music.  The $50 per couple price was very reasonable considering
what was provided.  We all chipped in to pay the cover charge for
Grant and Brad... not a bad deal for them... a free party and
free pussy from five hot married women.  I decided that I needed
to find a job like that.

  Paula was dressed sexy, but not obscenely, for the party.  I
saw her across the room leaning over to see what was available at
the buffet.  All the men behind her were far more interested in
what was available beneath her short skirt as her posture exposed
all of her thighs in the back up to the crotch of her blue
panties. As usual, she had two men hovering around her...
chatting... while hoping to get into her before the night was
over.  With seven other men in her party with the same idea, I
didn't give them much chance... but then, my wife has a huge
sexual appetite.

  Circulating in the room, I saw Stacy sitting alone at a table
off to the side of the room.  Surprisingly, she was alone. 
Apparently, Errol had been spreading the word about her.  As all
the other women seemed to be occupied at the moment, I approached
her.

  "Hi.  Mind if I join you?"

  "Not at all.  I was getting sort of lonely," Stacy replied with
a smile.

  "Would you like a drink or a snack?  I'll get us one if you
like."

  "A glass of punch and some of the munchies would be nice."

  "I'll be back," I said with the best imitation of Arnold
Schwartznegger and the Terminator that I could muster.  Not
everyone had hit the buffet yet so it was simple to pick up some
punch for Stacy, a beer for me, and a tray full of various
snacks.

  When I set the tray down and handed her the punch, she beamed.
"This is really nice.  Thank you."

  "You're very welcome.  Of course, I have ulterior motives, as
I'm sure you are aware."

  "I was hoping that you did, but with that drop-dead gorgeous
wife of yours, I wasn't sure."

  "She is beautiful and very sensuous... but then, variety is
also great," I said with a sincere smile.  "You're a beautiful
woman, and I love your sexy dress."

  "What do you love most about it?"  she teased.

  "It's short and shows off a lot of leg.  Your legs are
fantastic!"

  "Most men stare at my breasts.  You're a leg man, huh?"

  "Absolutely!  No comparison."

  Stacy pushed her chair back from the table and abruptly raised
her leg and planted her heel against the edge of the table. "Can
you see enough of my leg to judge adequately?"

  "Damn!"  I whispered softly.  Stacy's legs were even more
luscious that I had imagined.  Leaning closer, I said, "I want to
see even more than that tonight."

  "Is this enough of a preview?" Stacy grinned as she put her
right foot back on the floor and her left one against the table
top.  The position not only exposed her thighs completely, it
also afforded me a great view of her pussy covered only by the
narrow strip of her panties.

  "Would you like to dance?  I warn you, I'm already hard as
stone.  It might be uncomfortable for you."

  "Love to," she said with genuine pleasure.

  For the next hour, we danced together.  After a half hour, I
had Stacy pressed tightly against my body, her breasts poking
holes in my chest while, at the same time, my 8-inch erection was
grinding into her.

  "Oh... that feels so good, Gordon.  It feels like an iron bar
against me."

  "It is," I groaned softly in her ear as she moved her hips back
and forth against my rod... exciting me even more until I
couldn't keep my rod from jerking and throbbing against her
mound.

  "Mmmmmmmm... how big is it?"

  "Just a little more than average... certainly not as big as
Grant's.  Bev told me he was 9 inches or so."

  "She's right, but you're thicker... and you're a man.  He's a
conceited boy.  Come on ... tell me.  How big is it?"

  "I'd rather not.  It's more fun if you find out for yourself."

  "Ooohhh Yes!  I intend to."

  "Now it's my turn.  How big are your tits?"

  "Just a little more than average... certainly not as big as
Paula's,"  she teased.  "You'll just have to find out for
yourself."

  Leaning forward, I kissed her, my tongue sliding sensuously
into her mouth.  Stacy's mouth opened invitingly and I took full
advantage.  Her hips undulated faster against my erection as we
continued to kiss while I moved us to a darker corner near the
back of the room.  Once there, I pulled my lips from hers,
letting my tongue slide sensuously over her lips before moving
away.

  Although the corner had much less light, others could still see
us if they looked our way.  My tongue continued to stroke her
lips as my hand moved up to cup her large breasts.

  "MMmmmmmm...  This is so sexy and hot.  Is anyone watching you
play with my tits?"

  "I'm sure they are.  If someone else were playing with them, I
would certainly be watching."  One-by-one, I opened the buttons
of Stacy's dress.  As the dress opened, I spread it wide to first
expose her cleavage, and then, as it opened even wider, to expose
her tits.

  "Ooohhhhh... gawd!" she moaned.  "You're gonna take them out
right here aren't you?"

  For an answer, I lifted her tits out of her dress and began to
knead them while running my fingers across the turgid nipples.
"Big... hot... tits," I whispered in her ear.

  Stacy was unable to keep her body still.  Her eyes clamped
shut... her mouth opened wide... her tongue slid out and flicked
rapidly over her top lip.  A man I didn't know came closer to get
a better view of Stacy's melons.  After a moment, he said, "Man!
She's got some rack there!"

  Stacy's eyes flew open, but she made no move to conceal her
breasts.  If anything, she drew her shoulders back and thrust
them forward.  "Mind if I feel them?" he asked.

  Moving my right hand away, I relinquished Stacy's left tit and
nodded at the man who immediately cupped the vacated breast.

  "AAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhh...."  Stacy's hips thrust hard against my
erection as two men worked her tits.

  I tugged on her right nipple while the other guy was squeezing
her left one.  "OOOohhhhhh... stop... please Stop!  I can't take
anymore of this."

  I nodded to the man that we should stop, and he helped me
replace Stacy's big tits inside her dress as her chest heaved
with excitement.

  As I led her back to our table with my arm around her, I could
feel her body trembling.  "I'm sorry," she said softly.  "I
didn't want to cum right there on the dance floor."

  "I wish you had.  I would have loved it.  I certainly didn't
expect it."

  "Why not?  Two men working on my naked tits right out in the
open like that?  There aren't very many women who wouldn't cum if
you keep that up long enough."

  "I was told that you sometimes have trouble reaching an
orgasm."

  Stacy pulled my head down to hers and kissed me.  As her tongue
licked my lips, she cooed, "With some men, I do.  You're not one
of them."

  "Mmmmmmmmm... want to see something erotic?"

  "Love to... what?" she asked.

  "Turn around and look over at the table where Kari and Paula
are sitting.  Look how Kari is sitting."

  Stacy turned toward the table and immediately saw that Kari had
her dress all the up to her hips and was sitting with her legs
wide open exposing her panties and the "landing strip" of pubic
hair underneath.  You could even see the top third of her sex
slit peeking through the transparent panties.

  "Wow... That's soooo slutty and erotic.  Do you think any of
the men here have noticed?"

  "Not more than a half dozen or so.  Look at the table opposite
them.  Three guys are staring between her legs right now."

  As we watched, a man we didn't know said something to my wife.
She smiled, rose, and the two of them walked toward the dance
floor.

  Fifteen minutes later, Stacy and I were enjoying our buffet
dinner when she nudged me in the ribs.

  "What?"  I asked.

  "Look toward the side entrance.  Hurry!"

  Looking in that direction, I was just in time to see Paula and
the guy she had been dancing with leaving party by the side door.
 He had his arm around her with his hand on her ass.

  "What's through that door?"  I asked.

  "Some other meeting rooms, I think," Stacy ventured. "Want to
follow them and see?"

  "Let's finish our dinner first... give them some time."

  I hadn't finished eating, however, when Stacy stood up and
said, "Come on.  Let's go find them.  I'll suck you while we
watch."

  "Now that's an offer I can't refuse!"

  As it turned out, Stacy was correct.  Once we went out the side
door, we were in a long corridor with numerous rooms opening onto
it.  We tried a couple and found they were meeting rooms and
lounges... all empty.

  "There are so many rooms, this is gonna take awhile," I
commented.

  "There's a light switch on the wall.  Turn out the lights in
the hallway," Stacy suggested.

  As soon as the hall lights were extinguished, we walked down
the hallway in near total darkness until we came to the end and
turned left.  As soon as we turned, we saw some light from
beneath one of the doors.  As we approached, we heard a male
voice from within the room:

  "Come on, Baby.  Lose the dress.  Let's see what you've got on
underneath."

  With all the lights out in the hallway, there was no way they
could see us if we just opened the door a little.  As soon as it
was opened enough to permit us to see into the room, we saw my
wife on the far side bent over beside a couch.  Paula's blouse
was already gone, and she was in the process of dropping her
skirt.  Her ass was facing us and we could see her white bikini
panties pulled up into her slit.

  "MMMMMmmmmm... I think your wife is about to be fucked, Honey,"
Stacy whispered as she unzipped my pants and searched inside for
my hard cock.  I was so hard, she had to work to get it out.

  "JEZZZ!!  WHAT A COCK!" Stacy gushed as she tried but failed to
wrap her hand all the way around my throbbing shaft.

  Inside the room, my wife was pulling her panties down her
thighs as the stud leaned closer.  His body blocked my view, but
it was obvious that he was staring into the open hole of her
cunt.  My rod was jerking as Stacy pulled me closer and pushed
the big head into her mouth.

  "Take out your tits," I whispered.  She hastened to obey and
when I again felt her mouth moving up and over the bloated head
of my member, I looked down and saw that she had both tits out of
her dress again.

  As Stacy sucked my cock, Paula bent over and took her lover's
organ into her mouth.  Bent over sucking him, I now had a clear
view of my wife's wet, open cunt as well as her mouth sliding up
and down the guy's rod.  Stacy moaned as she felt my prick
jerking and throbbing inside her mouth.

  I assumed that the guy was going to shoot his load into Paula's
mouth, but she had other ideas.  Straddling his legs, she lowered
her cunt onto the big shaft and I watched as it sank out of sight
into her sex tunnel.

  "Oh fuck!  Stand up and bend over," I urged Stacy.  Scrambling
to her feet, she looked into the room and saw my wife riding
cock.

  Looking back over her shoulder, she moaned.  "Hurry.  Stick
yours into me!"  With that, she pulled her dress up around her
hips, yanked her panties down her thighs, and bent over.  Her
hands reached back and spread her cheeks open.  "Fuck me!  Stick
that big cock up my cunt, Gordon.  Give it to me!"

  Holding her hips, I pumped my rod deep into her wet sex trench.
 The wet, velvet lips slid smoothly over the head of the cock and
down the shat.  We both groaned softly as I sank deeper and
deeper into her hot pit.

  From inside the room, we heard, "Get on your back, you hot
Slut.  I'm gonna pump you full of cum, Baby."

  Stacy's hips began pounding back against me as we watched my
wife lie back, raise her legs, and spread wide in the age-old
female invitation.  I felt Stacy's cunt throb around my prick at
the same time we both heard my wife grunt as the large phallus
sank into her vagina.

  Together, we fucked the two women as if it were a race to see
who could fill their woman's cunt first.  I won as my load spewed
into he Stacy's waiting hole in several huge gushes.  As the
second gush fired in, she moaned and came, her vagina contracting
hard around my shooting cock.  On the couch, the stud fucking my
wife, began to unload into her pussy.

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

  The party at the hall lasted until well after midnight, but we
left around 11 PM as everyone had things on their mind other than
seeing in the New Year.  When I pulled into the Peters' driveway,
everyone got out and left me to park the car inside the garage. 
It was a pretty tight fit so that I had to take things very
slowly so as not to hit the side of the garage.

  By the time I entered the house, everyone had already vanished
into the bedrooms.  One by one, I checked the bedrooms.  All the
doors were closed, and I could hear feminine moans coming from
each of the rooms.  With all four bedrooms in use, I went to the
stairs leading to the basement.  That door was also closed and
locked from the inside.  It wasn't hard for me to tell that it
was my wife in the basement with one or more of the men.

  Apparently, all the women had each taken a bedroom or the
basement and the other six men were now busy using their them.  I
shook my head in wonderment.  "Who else but me could drive seven
hours to attend a hot New Year's Eve party with five sensuous,
sexy  women and then end up spending the evening alone on a couch
in the den."

  Stripping off my clothes down to my jockey briefs, I arranged a
couple of pillows at the end of the couch, got a blanket from the
downstairs linen closet, and laid down to rest until one of the
women was free.  I was still waiting 30 minutes later.  Fifteen
minutes after that, I was sound asleep.

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

  Around 3 AM, I woke up and saw some of the men moving around in
the hallway.  Thinking the men were worn out, I dragged myself
off the couch and went to search for a vacant pussy.  All it
turned out, the men were just switching bedrooms to sample a
different pussy, and being half asleep, I was too slow.  Once
again, I lost the game of musical cunts.  Embarrassed and
disappointed, I crawled back under my blanket and went back to
sleep.

  Needless to say, I was the only soul awake in the house at 9 AM
the next morning.  Paula told me later that she didn't get to
sleep until 4 AM and then a couple of hours later, she woke up
with a cock thrusting in and out of her pussy.  She said the guy
finished, but she was too tired to climax.  It was nearly noon
before some of the others began to move around.  Unfortunately
for me, the women were all too exhausted to be interested in more
sex.

  Sometime during the early afternoon hours of New Year's Day,
the six of us were back in our van with me again behind the
wheel.  Everyone, except me, slept for most of the seven-hour
return trip.  Needless to say, I was one-third pissed off,
one-third very embarrassed, and one-third amused at the
situation.

  Around 9 PM, I pulled to a stop in front of the Rawlings' home.
 Errol said good night and carried their bags into the house. 
When the door closed behind him, I drove the Devoll's home where
Steve shook hands, picked up their suitcases and disappeared
inside their house.

  As soon as I had parked inside our garage, Paula told me to
bring the luggage into the house, lock up, and come to bed.  As I
was walking around to the back of the van, my wife said, "I know
what happened last night... I'm so sorry.  I just don't know what
to say.  At the time, none of us knew that you had been left out.
 Come to bed.  I'll be waiting."

  "Ok.  I'll just lock up the garage and the house.  I'll be up
in 10 minutes or so."

  After carrying the bags into our house, locking the garage, and
making certain that all the doors of the house were secured, I
got a beer out of the fridge and sat the kitchen table to drink
it.  Before it was half finished, I was laughing at the absurdity
of the situation.

  I had spent the first night in Wichita sleeping alone, but at
least it was in a bed.  Then, as if that weren't bad enough, I
had had to spend the second night sleeping alone again, but this
time on a couch.  Even my plan to have either Steve or Errol
drive home while I sated myself on the voluptuous pussies of the
three women had fallen apart when everyone else was so tired they
were nearly unconscious.  I wondered how many men had experiences
to match mine of this past weekend.

  Finishing the beer, I walked down the hallway to the master
bedroom thinking about my sexy wife and her hot pussy.  I was
hard before I was halfway to the bedroom door.  I was hoping...
really hoping... that she would not already be asleep.

  The first thing I heard upon entering the bedroom was a sultry
woman's voice from the side of room next to our wet bar.

  "It's about time you got here, Stud.  My cunt is boiling hot,
soaked, and ready for your big cock, Honey."

  Wheeling around toward the bar, I saw Kari sitting on one of
the bar stools wearing nothing but a pair of black,
self-supporting fishnet stockings, a black thong and matching
bra.  The bra and thong were doing absolutely nothing to preserve
her modesty.  The bra was pulled down and to the side exposing
both of her big tits, and her fingers held the thong away from
her cunt, which she was spreading wide open.  She had her legs
spread and looked deliciously obscene.  My cock roared to full
erection in an instant.

  "Mmmmmmmm... looks like you're as ready as I am.  Come fuck the
shit out of me!"

  "But... where's Steve?"  I blurted, totally confused.

  "Who cares.  He had his fun last night.  Tonight it's your
turn.  Please... don't make me wait, Gordon.  Come over here and
stick that huge 8-inch pussy destroyer into me," she begged.

  As I tore off my shirt and dropped my pants, another sexy voice
came from the other side of the room.  Turning again, I saw
Marilyn mounted on the desk top, naked except for a pair of black
heels and a bra that was bunched below her huge 38DD tits.  Like
Kari, she was also spreading her pussy wide open with her
fingers.

  "Forget that Bitch.  My cunt is a lot tighter, wetter, and
hotter than hers.  Come over here and fuck me, Baby.  She can
have seconds.  Please.  I want that big fuck stick back in me
again.  I'm so damn hot, I'll cum as soon as you stick it in me.
Come on... over here, Lover.  Fuck me... Make me cum!"

  "How did you two get here?"

  "Easy.  We just laid down on the back seats of the van and
waited for you to pull into the garage.  We got out while you
were walking around to get the bags."

  "Where's Errol?"

  "At home... sleeping alone."

  "Does he know?  Is it ok?"

  "He knows.  So does Steve.  Like Kari says, they had their fun
last night.  Can you handle both of us?"

  "Hell yes!  I hope the two of you had plenty of sleep on the
drive home because I'm going to screw both of you until you can't
walk."

  "Wait one fucking moment!" came my wife's voice from the
direction of the big king-sized bed.  Turning a third time, I saw
Paula kneeling on all fours on the large bedside table, naked
save for her hose and five-inch, fuck-me heels.  "Don't think for
a moment that those two sluts are going to have a monopoly on
your big, hard pussy spreader.  I want that thick rod up my cunt
too... Please!" my wife half growled... half moaned.

  "Oh really?  Do you think you deserve it after turning me down
flat the first night and then fucking everyone else at the party
except me last night?  Besides, I can't even see your cunt in
that position.  How do I know whether I want to spend any time at
all inside your pussy?"

  Paula scrambled as fast as she could to turn her cunt in my
direction.  Still on all fours, she thrust her ass in my
direction and reached back between her thighs to spread her hole
wide open for my inspection.  "Can you see it now, Honey?  It's
really hot and wet.  I want your big cock in me... please.  I'm
sorry about the last two nights.  Let me make it up to you."

  "I'll consider it.  But not until I've fucked these two
luscious women.  You can hold their legs apart and spread their
cunts for me.  If you ask nicely, I'll even let you put my cock
into their pussies for me."

  "Serves the Bitch right," Kari said in her best catty voice.

  "If I were you, Darling," Marilyn suggested, "I'd make her just
watch and beg for permission to masturbate.  She wouldn't spread
for you... why give her any cock now?"

  "I thought the two of you were my friends," Paula whined.

  "Honey... there are no friends when hot pussies need a big,
hard cock.  If he has anything left, maybe he'll fuck you...
maybe not.  You don't deserve cock ... you know that."

  "I know I don't... but I want some... please fuck me, Darling.
After you screw Kari and Marilyn first, of course.  And I'll hold
them open for you and put your cock into their cunts just like
you say... just please fuck me later on."

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

  Kari was straddling my legs in reverse cowgirl position.  Her
cunt was inches above the top of my raging cock that was bloated
and purple with lust for her hot hole.  My wife knelt between my
legs.

  "Come on you dirty Bitch, open my hot cunt for your husband's
cock and then put him into me so he can feel what a really hot,
tight pussy feels like.  Hurry up.  I need him in me."

  Reaching between the brunette's spread thighs, Paula spread her
labia open and adjusted my cock so that the big head was aligned
with her opening.  "Lower your hips, Mistress," my wife pleaded.
As soon as Kari dropped her bottom onto me, my primed and rigid
fuck stick sank into her depths.  It felt like molten lava...
wet... hot... throbbing.  We both groaned and I began to thrust
like a madman.  Kari wailed and exploded in orgasm.

  Somehow, I managed to hold my load as her vagina throbbed and
contracted in hard spasms about my shaft.  "Jezzzz... you didn't
cum... gawd!!  What a stud!  You put those two young guys to
shame, Gordon. Wow... FUCK ME HARDER.   GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEE!"

  I lowered us to the bed and began fucking her hard from behind.
 Paula pulled her leg up into the air to spread her cunt and
allow me to force all 8-inches of man meat into her contracting,
hot hole.  She wailed and screeched as the prick pumped in and
out of her... making a huge round hole out of her sexy cunt slit.
 This time, my load poured into her as she reached another
orgasm.

  Marilyn didn't give me any time to rest.  The sexy platinum
blonde was all over me as soon as I pulled my rod out of Kari's
cum-filled hole.  "Turn over, Baby.  Let your hot whore suck you
clean and get you hard again."

  Marilyn sucked seven inches of my dick all the way into her
throat and continued until she not only had me clean, but also
hard as stone again.  "Get on your back, Honey.  I'm going to
fuck Errol's wife... hard.  Does Errol's wife want cock up her
cunt?"

  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck YES!" she screamed as she fell backwards
onto the bed and opened her thighs wide.  A moment later, her
hot, tight hole was full of 8-inches of prick that was fucking
her so hard, the springs squeaked and she howled on every thrust
that slammed into the bottom of her cunt causing her to grunt
like a sow.

  Feeling my orgasm approaching, I turned us over until Marilyn
was on all fours with my rod slamming in and out of her upturned
cunt.  She was taking all 8 inches plus in this position.  The
hot sight of my thick rod spreading her cunt into a huge hole and
then sinking out of sight until it hit the bottom of her vagina
and pushed her womb up and back to make room for the big cock
fucking her quickly had me on the verge of another huge climax.

  Marilyn felt my cock throbbing as it pumped cum deep into her
pulsing vagina.  The load pooled around the neck of her womb
allowing the sperm to enter easily and seek out her eggs.  As the
last of my load was ejected deep inside her pussy, we both
collapsed to the bed.

  After some wine and a 30 minute rest, I got both Kari and
Marilyn side-by-side on the bed with their asses up in the air,
their heads on the bed.  Stepping behind them, I surveyed the hot
sight of two stretched, cum-filled cunts ready and eager for my
cock.  I gave it to them amidst their squeals of feminine
pleasure.  As I fucked in and out of them... back and forth...
Paula stood beside the bed watching my dick plunging in and out
of their cunts... her hand was between her thighs... her fingers
stroking her clitoris frantically as a series of self-induced
orgasms rippled through her cunt and clitoris.

  After both women had cum twice more and I had split a third
load between their waiting pussies, I allowed my wife to clean
and suck on my cock.  She did so like a submissive slave.  I
loved it.

  I let her beg for cock until nearly 2 AM before I put her on
her back and fucked her hard and fast.  I had intended to cum
before she did and then leave her high and dry, but she was too
hot... too wild... she came as soon as the cock entered and
continued to cum as I fucked her.

  After that, we slept until almost noon.  Keri and Marilyn spent
the entire day and next night with me while Paula fixed us
drinks, cooked lunch and dinner, and licked their pussies and my
cock like a slave all afternoon and into the evening.

  When the two women left the next day, Paula took off all her
clothes save her heels, sat down on my lap and pressed her
nipples into my mouth.  As I nipped and sucked them until she was
squirming, she moaned and asked, "Am I forgiven, Darling?"

  "Of course... Thank you for arranging all that for me.  I knew
it was your idea.  You're an incredible woman and wife!"

  "I'm so glad you liked it.  If I had had any idea that you had
been left all alone on the couch in Wichita, I would have left
all those other men immediately.  Please put your cock into my
cunt, Darling....  MMMmmmmm.... soooo big.... soo hard," she
moaned as it slowly sank into her depths.

  Leaning close, she whispered,  "Fuck me, Stud."

  All in all... everything considered... it was a very, very nice
New Year's.

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