Allison's Dates by RLM
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Conrad finished dinner and was now sitting in his usual location
in front of the TV looking through the program schedule for the
evening to find the programs he wanted to watch that evening. He
hardly looked at me as I fixed his favorite drink at our wet bar,
bourbon and water on the rocks. When I set it in front of him,
he looked up, startled.
"Why the drink, Allison? I can't remember the last time I had
a drink after dinner."
"I thought you might need it. We need to talk, Conrad. Put
the damn TV guide down."
My husband's surprised look gradually changed one that was a
mixture of shock and confusion when he saw how I was dressed.
"Why are you dressed like that, Allison. My god! Your tits are
practically falling out of your dress, and your legs are totally
exposed. Hell! I can almost see your panties! Where did you
get that dress anyway?"
"You certainly know how to pile one question on top of another,
Conrad. I bought the dress at Victoria's Secret this afternoon.
My tits are almost falling out because I'm not wearing a bra, and
my legs are exposed because the dress just barely covers my ass.
I would have thought it would turn you on... not make you mad.
Oh well, I guess I'm not surprised. As to your question about
why I'm dressed like this, we'll get to that in a bit. Right
now, it's my turn."
"Your turn for what?"
"To ask questions and hopefully get some real answers."
"I don't really understand what this is all about, Allison."
"You will... just be patient. Tell me, Conrad, have you been
100% faithful for the six years we've been married?"
"Of course! What in the hell ever gave you the idea that I've
been cheating on you?"
"Nothing. I don't have such an idea... just checking. Of
course, I wouldn't expect you to admit it if you have been
sampling some other pussy from time to time. But we'll that
pass. Now, before we were married, how many different women did
you fuck?"
"Why in hell are you asking questions like that? That's
ancient history, and besides, I don't ask you how many men got
into your pussy before we were married."
"No you haven't. Would you like to? Haven't you always been
curious? In any case, I want an answer to my question. How many
different women did you have before we were married?"
"I didn't count."
"Bull shit! Men and women always count those things unless the
number is so huge it doesn't matter. Now which is it? So big it
doesn't matter? If not, then how many?"
"Either 17 or 18... it depends."
"On what?"
"I met a girl at a party one evening. She was having her
period so we did anal sex. If that counts, then it's 18... if
not, then it's 17."
I started laughing. "Maybe we should consult a sex therapist
to see if fucking a woman in her ass qualifies her to be on your
list of conquests." Conrad started laughing with me.
"Ok... Ok. Point made. So it's 18."
"So you've screwed 18 different pussies... how many times would
you say you fucked them?"
"Now I really didn't keep track of that. No one keeps track of
that unless they keep a diary or the number is so low, it's easy
to remember. I've never kept a diary and the number isn't low."
"Fair enough... so estimate... how many times?"
"Hell, I don't know. Maybe a hundred or more times. I really
have no accurate idea. Are you angry? I didn't even know you
then."
"No, I'm not angry. Thank you for your truthful answers."
"You're welcome. Now it's your turn. How many guys got into
your pussy before we were married?"
"One. And he was only in me one time."
"Bull shit! You were hot as fire when we first fucked."
"Of course I was. You were the first real man I had ever
had... the first real sex I had ever had. I was 20 years old and
essentially a virgin. The one guy who had screwed me was a guy
on the football team. He got me dead drunk at a party, and when
I was nearly unconscious with all the liquor, he fucked me. I
remember lying there thinking about how much it hurt and how I
wished he would stop. I didn't even come close to an orgasm."
"Not a very good experience. I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't... how could you?"
"So what's the point of this discussion anyway, Allison?"
"The point is that you've experienced 18 different women, 19
counting me, and I've never known anyone except you. That
son-of-a-bitch in high school doesn't count. That was
essentially rape. I have no idea what it might be like to have
real sex with another man, whereas you know very well what it's
like to be with other women. You played the field and made your
selection. I never had that chance."
"So?"
"So, I want to start dating other men... No, that's not right.
I'm going to start dating other men."
"Whether I like it or not?"
"Yes... whether you like it or not."
"Don't I satisfy you?"
"I usually have orgasms when you fuck me, if that's what you're
asking, but I have no way of knowing whether what I have with you
is great, or good, or average, below average, or very poor.
I'm 26 years old, and I've only experienced one man's cock.
Maybe you're the greatest lover on the planet... I don't know.
Wouldn't you like to know that I'm with you because I sampled the
field and decided you're the one I want for the rest of my life?"
"Hell NO!" my husband shouted.
"I'm not surprised you feel that way, Conrad. It's a typical
male reaction. I'm essentially your property and have no right
to find out what else is out there. But it doesn't matter. I'm
going to start dating other men until I've found out what is out
there and how good, or how bad, it is."
"And I don't anything to say about this?"
"Of course you have something to say about it, but you don't
have veto power. What you do have is a lot of choices about how
all of this will happen."
"What choices? So far, all you've done is give me an
ultimatum."
"I'm sorry about that, but frankly, I couldn't think of any
other way to get this done. It was certain that if I just asked
for permission to date other men, you were going to refuse.
Since refusal isn't acceptable to me, an ultimatum was the only
choice. However, you do have a lot of choices."
"Such as what?" Conrad growled at me.
"I'm getting to that. First of all, let me tell what the
default position is if you refuse to make any decisions... just
decide to stonewall me, so to speak."
"This is all bull shit!"
"Bull shit to you, I'm sure, but absolutely necessary for me.
Now do you want to hear about your choices and the default
position or not. If not, this conversation is over, and I'll be
on my way."
"On your way?"
"Yeah... on my way to my first date. That's why I'm wearing
this hot dress."
"With whom? For what?"
"Sorry, Honey. That's not the default position, and you
haven't made any other choices. Do you want to hear them or do
you just prefer to keep screaming 'Bull shit' at me as I walk out
the door?"
Conrad seemed to sag as he sat back on the couch and took a big
swallow of his bourbon and water. "All right ... tell me. What
choices to I have?"
"First, you can give me permission or you can refuse. If you
agree to allow me to date, your choices are as follows:
"First, I tell you when I'm going to be gone and give you an
estimate of when I will be back, but that's all the information
you will have. I promise not to embarrass you in public or make
you listen to all the details of the sex I will be having with
the men I date. We will continue to live together as we always
have. When I'm not out on a date, and you're interested, we'll
make love or fuck as often as you want and in any way you like.
By the way, that's the default position if you refuse to make any
other decision.
"What do you mean you'll give me an estimate of when you'll be
back?"
"Oh come on, Conrad. You know what I mean. Remember how you
sometimes wanted to fuck me all night long? Well, I'm sure, on
occasion, I'll be gone a lot longer than I anticipated. Shall I
go on or not?" When Conrad nodded, I continued.
"Second, I tell you when I'm going to be gone and give you an
estimate of when I will be back, and when I return, I'll tell you
anything and everything about my date that you'd like to know.
If it turns you on, we can fuck while I describe all the hot sex
I had with the guy or guys."
"Guys? You're sitting there blatantly telling me that you're
going to have sex with multiple partners at the same time?"
"Did you ever fuck two or more women at a party or on a date?"
"Shit! Go on," my husband grumbled.
"Third, I tell you when I'm going to be gone and give you an
estimate of when I will be back. We continue to live together,
but we don't have sex and we don't make love until I'm satisfied
that I now know what else is available. Then, we sit down and
discuss our future together, if any."
"Fourth, I tell you when I'm going to be gone and give you an
estimate of when I will be back, and when I'm gone, you're free
to date and fuck other women. Under this option, we still have
sex together and either tell each other about our sexual
adventures or keep them secret, it's your choice."
"Is that it?"
"No. Under no conditions will be swinging together... at least
not until I've sampled the field. After that, if we stay
together, swinging is a definite option. I think that covers
your choices if you allow me to date."
"What if I absolutely refuse?"
"In that case, you have two options. The first, of course, is
divorce. Since this is a "no fault" state, we try to agree on
an equitable distribution of our financial resources and property
and then file for a 'no contest' divorce. This will be the
easiest and the cheapest for both of us. Or you can get a
lawyer, I'll get a lawyer, and they can fight it out with only
the lawyers winning while we both lose."
"Your second option is a separation. One of us, I really don't
care who, moves out, and we live separate lives but stay married.
I fuck other men... you fuck other women... whatever you wish.
After I've sampled the field sufficiently, we can sit down and
discuss a possible future for us or we can get a divorce. In
this case, you will get absolutely no information about who I'm
seeing, when I'm seeing them, how often I'm seeing them, how
they're fucking me... absolutely nothing."
"So that's it, Honey. So what's it going to be?... Oh, wait a
moment. That's my cell." I looked at Caller ID and saw it was
from Martin. "It's my date for tonight. Just a sec." I loved
the expression in my husband's face as I spoke to my date.
"Hi, Honey.... Oh yes, we're definitely a go for tonight. I'm
speaking with my husband right now. I'll call you back before I
leave the house."
I giggled, "I know you're anxious, Baby. I promise to make it
up to you.... Ok. I'll call you back as soon as my husband
decides. Bye."
"Who was that?" my husband demanded to know.
"I told you, my date for tonight. His name is Martin and
that's all I'm going to tell you. So do you want to make a
decision now or just take the default position until you're ready
to decide."
"What happens if I take the default position?"
"Just what I said. I'll be going out tonight, Honey. My guess
is that I'll be home around 2 AM or maybe 3 AM. When I do come
home, if you want to have sex, I'll shower first or not... your
choice. Afterwards, we'll go to sleep and do what we normally do
every day. I won't tell you a single thing about my date. So
what's it going to be? I need to call Martin back... so decide
now or take the default position."
"There's no fucking way I'm going live with a woman who's
cheating on me!"
"First, I'm not cheating. I'm telling you up front... no
sneaking around. I don't want to cheat. That's why I did it
this way. Second, does that statement mean you're choosing
divorce or separation? If so, I won't be home tonight or in the
morning. I'll call you tomorrow and we can sort out the
arrangements for either the divorce or the separation."
"You're really going to do this? For real? This isn't some
type of practical joke?"
"Come over here, Honey." Conrad got up and came over to the
couch on which I was still sitting. When he was standing beside
me, I spread my legs wide open so he could see the soaking crotch
of my panties. Slowly, I slid my finger up and down the crotch
band right over my sex trench.
"See how wet this whole thing has me, Honey. My pussy is just
soaked thinking about having a new cock up my cunt for only the
second time in entire life. Get closer, Conrad. Just look at
how open my pussy is." I pulled the crotch band aside and began
sensuously rubbing my clit and sliding my fingers into my soaked
hole.
"Oh god... this feels so fucking good, but no where nearly as
good as Martin's cock is going to feel. Now do you believe I'm
serious? I hope so because it's going to start happening
tonight. So what's your decision, Honey? I suggest you take the
default position for tonight to give yourself time to think. You
really need to let your big head make this choice... not your
little head."
"All right! ALL RIGHT! Enough already! Cover your cunt, you
bitch. I'll take the default position tonight."
"Good choice, Honey. Good choice." Picking up my cell, I hit
the quick dial. Martin answered on the first ring. "We're
green to go, Stud. I'll meet you where we agreed as soon as I
can get there."
Pulling my panties back into position, I stood and pulled my
short dress down as much as possible. "Feel free to go out and
fuck a hot woman if you like, Honey. I'll try to be home around
2 AM. Oh... and by the way, don't even consider following me.
That is NOT one of your options."
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First Date:
I grinned with pleasure when I saw my husband peeking between
the drapes as I backed out of our driveway. I was so turned on
... so fucking hot... I felt like I might have an orgasm before I
even met Martin. It was a 20-minute drive in traffic to the
restaurant where I was to meet him. On the way, I reflected on
how this all started when Kristin called me that fateful day. I
could still remember our conversation and what happened almost
word for word.
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Conrad was attending a two-day seminar on the new drugs that
were about to be released by his pharmaceutical company, and as a
division sales manager, he needed to be there. That left me with
two evenings alone since we had decided to postpone having a
family until we were financially well established.
Around noon of the day Conrad had left, Kristin Shepard called
me. Kristin is not only one of my best friends, she's also
married but has no children, just like me. So we fit together
very well. I wondered what she had in mind as soon as I heard
her voice.
"Hi there. It's Kristin."
"I know. Recognize your voice easily. What's up?"
"That's what I'm calling about. I just learned that you're
alone for two whole days. Ralph went off with his buddies for a
fishing trip so I'm also free as a bird. Have you already made
plans?"
"Nope. Not a thing. I'll probably end up just watching TV or
reading a book."
"Yuk! That's what a wife does when her husband is around.
When he's away... well, I don't think either of us want to waste
time reading books or watching TV. Agreed?"
"Agreed. So what do you have in mind?"
"Let's meet at Luigi's for lunch and talk about it."
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As usual, the salad and soup at Luigi's were perfect. We
finished the meal with coffee and split a dessert that was
equally delicious. As we finished up the last bites, Kristin
said, "Ok, let's get down to it. Normally, I would be using this
time while Ralph is out of town to see my lover. Unfortunately,
his wife is making him attend a family wedding. How about you?
Have you already set something up with your lover or are you
free?"
I wasn't shocked, but I was surprised that Kristin thought I
had a lover. After all, I knew that many, if not most, of the
other wives had something going on the side. "I'm free, Kristin,
for the simple reason that I don't have a lover. Never have had
one, in fact."
It was Kristin's turn to be surprised. In her case, she
actually looked shocked. "You've got to be kidding me, right? I
mean, what is it? Six years of marriage to Conrad and you're
still faithful??"
"Yep... true and blue... all the way."
"Jezzz... I'm surprised... no, that's not accurate. Actually,
I'm amazed."
"Why? A lot of women are faithful to their husbands. It's no
big deal. It's not as if I'm a paragon of virtue or something
like that."
"Well, considering the fact that you're married to Conrad, I
would probably differ with that."
"Why do you say that, Kristin? What's wrong with Conrad?"
"Nothing's 'wrong' with Conrad. He just seems very
conservative to me rather than impetuous and wild ... you know,
the sort of guy who really lights a woman's fires."
"I don't know about that," I responded. I've always found him
to be very considerate in bed, and I usually have an orgasm when
we make love."
Kristin shrugged and said, "I'm sure you do, but come on,
Allison. How does he compare to the lovers you had before you
married him?"
Now I hesitated, but not being able to think of any
satisfactory response to her question, I just fell back on the
truth. "I never had any other lovers before Conrad. I wasn't a
virgin on my wedding night because an asshole football player got
me dead drunk at a party when I was a junior in high school.
When I was nearly unconscious, he fucked me. He was really
rough, and all I can remember is the pain and the bleeding. He
didn't even use a condom. It was a miracle that I didn't get
pregnant. Anyway, I don't even count that episode as having had
sex. In my mind, the guy essentially raped me."
"Oh my god... that's just awful. And because of that bastard,
you never had sex with any other man until you met Conrad, and
his is the only cock you've ever had?"
"That's about it. Anyway, what did you mean about being amazed
that I haven't taken a lover since I've been married to Conrad?
It's not that weird."
"Actually, it is, Allison. You just said that when you have
sex with Conrad you usually... not always, but usually... have AN
orgasm. One orgasm... never two or three or four or so many you
lose count. Just an orgasm... usually. Obviously Conrad is an
adequate lover ... better than a lot of guys, but not even close
to some of the others. But since you've had no experience with
what's out there, you don't realize that. You really need to
spread your wings and find out, Allison. Oh hell, I guess I
should say your really need to spread your legs."
We both had a good laugh at that remark, but when our laughter
died out, I replied, after a little thought, "I don't think I
could bring myself to cheat, Kristin. That's just not me."
"Well, then you probably need to make some kind of arrangement
with Conrad... an open marriage or something... otherwise, you're
going to go to your grave never, ever knowing how much fun and
how exciting it is to be a beautiful, desirable woman. My god,
Allison, don't you know that 95% of all the men who see you want
to fuck your brains out. I'm telling you, Honey, some of the
guys out there can ring your bell ten times a night and make you
beg for more. You have no idea how fantastic that is."
"Do you mind if I ask how many lovers you've had?"
"Not at all. So far, I've had nine. My present lover, Allen,
gets me off more times than I can count every time he fucks me."
"Oh my! I don't think I've ever had more than two, and I can
only remember having two a couple of times."
"Listen, Allison, we have two nights before our guys come home.
Let's go out and see if we can't both get laid. Just put
yourself in my hands, and I'm pretty sure you'll be one very
well-fucked woman by the time Conrad returns."
I had to grin when I remembered the rest of that day. Kristin
took me to Victoria's where I selected a very short, yellow skirt
that just barely covered my ass, a pair black, four-inch heels,
some beige, thigh-high stockings, and a tight blouse. Kristin
admonished me several times to be certain to leave at least two
buttons open so that my tits would show.
That night, we went to an after hours club where Kristin told
me she had never failed to score when her husband was out of
town. Her prediction was quickly verified when two real hunks
asked us to dance.
Jim was sexy black stud with an awesome physique. He couldn't
take his eyes off Kristin. Barry seemed really taken with me.
When we danced, I couldn't believe how powerful his body was...
there were muscles bulging every where. His face was rugged,
handsome... his overall appearance just oozed virility. And
when I felt the bulge of his erection pressed against me as we
danced, it was obvious this hot stud was seriously hung. It this
was an example of what was out there, I couldn't wait to do even
more investigation.
After an hour of dancing and having our asses stroked and
feeling those big cocks grinding into our pussies, both Kristin
and I were more than ready to go somewhere more private to
continue the party. Jim had suggested his place since his wife
was out of town visiting her sister. No one objected, and we had
hurried to his car. I sat in the back seat with Barry while
Kristin snuggled against Jim in the front.
We had hardly gotten out of the parking lot when Barry pulled
me into his powerful arms and kissed me... hard and deep... his
tongue probing and thrusting. As his tongue fucked my mouth, his
hand was busy at the bodice of my blouse. I had left two buttons
open as Kristin had ordered. Barry quickly opened four more and
had both of my tits out. Even though the only lighting was from
the passing street lights, there was enough for him to see that
they were big. He loved it and so did I.
As Barry's mouth sucked my nipples making them pulse and my
pussy throb, I noticed that Kristin's body was sliding lower and
lower in the front seat. She was moaning as loudly as I was.
Obviously, Jim was either finger fucking her or rubbing her
clit... probably both.
I hadn't kissed another man other than my husband in over six
years, and only my husband and one other boyfriend had ever
played with my naked tits. Here I was doing both and loving
every second of it. I knew I should be ashamed, but all I felt
was a wild excitement. When Barry's hand moved under my short
skirt and began rubbing my clit while continuing to kiss me, I
had my first orgasm.
As soon as we got to Jim's place, I quickly buttoned my blouse
enough to avoid embarrassment if we passed anyone on the way into
his apartment. When we were inside, I planted my heel on a large
ottoman, which exposed my legs almost up to my panties, and again
opened my blouse. I remembered saying, "See anything you like,
Barry?"
"Oh hell yes," he had said. "I want those big jugs out, that
tiny skirt up around your waist, and your panties pulled aside,
or better yet, off."
"Turn about is fair play," I had responded. "You've already
seen a lot of me. I want to see you. Get out of those clothes,
Stud. I've felt your big muscles... now I want to see them and
your big cock too."
He had smiled... then he laughed. Finally, he began
undressing... slowly... almost like he was doing an erotic strip
tease for my benefit. The more he took off, the harder my pussy
throbbed. When he was naked, I just couldn't believe how
gorgeous his body and his big, hard cock were. I realized he was
watching me rub my pussy as I stared at him and his cock. I
should have been embarrassed. Instead, I was hot and horny.
He asked me, "How long has it been since you had a cock this
big?"
"Never," I had replied. "In fact, when you fuck me with that
thing, it will be only the second one I've ever had."
That had both amazed and excited Barry. His cock grew another
full inch. "Come on, Allison. That's too fucking long for a
beautiful woman to go without having a new cock up her gorgeous
pussy."
"I want to suck you first," I had moaned.
"Oh hell yes!" In less than a few minutes, Barry had me on my
back on the ottoman with my tits sticking straight up and my head
hanging over the edge sucking his huge dick as he shoved it in
and out of me. I can still remember that huge shaft sinking into
my throat. I had never felt anything like it. I had been
certain that he would shoot his first load down my throat, but
the sight of my big tits jerking back and forth turned him on so
much, he wanted to tit fuck me. It had been my first tit fuck.
Barry did it to me while I lay on the ottoman, kneeling over my
head, his balls swinging back and forth right over my face as his
big dick thrust between my tits. I had pressed them together as
I licked his balls. Just before he shot off, he reached between
my thighs and pulled my panties aside telling me that it was my
turn next.
It only took him a couple of minutes before I felt his cock
jerk and throb against my tits. Then his load shot out in thick
spurts absolutely drenching my chest, belly, and thighs. Some of
his semen that had landed just above my clit trickled downward
between the lips of my pussy coating my clitoris.
I had been so hot at that point that I begged Barry to fuck
me... the first time I had ever begged a man for it. "Don't
worry, Beautiful, I'm going to fuck your sexy brains out, but
first I'm going to lick that luscious pussy."
Barry made quick work of both my yellow skirt and panties,
tossing them aside once he had them off. He pushed me backwards,
shoved my legs apart, and pressed his mouth against my pussy.
His tongue found my clit almost immediately, and an instant
later, I was screaming in another orgasm... this one much more
powerful than my first one in the car.
I could still remember... almost feel... that hot tongue
lapping my pussy... sliding up and down the entire length of my
sex trench and then circling my engorged, pulsing clitoris. When
he sucked it inside his mouth and lashed it with his tongue, I
had come for a third time ... babbling and squealing, my pussy
thrusting wildly against his face. I howled... oh god how I had
howled. That magnificent stud licked and sucked me through still
another orgasm before he moved away and watched me quivering and
shuddering on the ottoman.
He didn't even ask me if I was ready to fuck... he had just
informed me that he was going to fuck me. I had almost come
again when he said it. Barry pulled me to feet and said, "Look
at Jim fucking your friend... think she's enjoying it?" With
Kristin wailing every time that big black cock slammed into her
cunt, it was obvious how much she was enjoying it. I had begged
Barry to take me to the bedroom and fuck me like that.
We had just started toward the bedroom, when the front door
opened and Jim's wife entered. She first saw Barry leading me
toward the bedroom with his hand on my naked ass. Then she heard
Kristin screaming in another orgasm. When she looked toward the
couch, she was treated to the hot sight of her husband ramming
his cock in and out of Kristin's cunt as her legs flailed and
jerked high in the air.
After that, there was a lot of screaming and yelling. That was
followed by Jim's wife throwing anything she could get her hands
on at Jim. In the melee, I hurriedly pulled on my skirt and
blouse while Kristin slipped into her sheathe. Neither of us
bothered with our panties. We were both holding our heels and
purses as we ran from the apartment leaving the screaming chaos
behind.
I had followed Kristen into the lobby of an adjacent apartment
building where she called us a cab on her cell phone. About 40
minutes later, we were back in Kristin's car in the parking lot
of the club. All the way home, we laughed about the evening and
told each other what we had done with our studs and what they had
done to us.
As we pulled into my driveway, Kristin said, "Well, shit. You
still haven't had a new cock up that hot pussy of yours, Allison.
We'll try again tomorrow night."
I had refused saying that I really didn't want to cheat. That
episode at Jim's had convinced me that while I wanted to see what
else was out there, it had to be some other way than sneaking
around and cheating. After considerable thought, I had decided
to just lay it out in front of my husband and let him decide what
he wanted to do. Whatever he decided, I was certain that my
pussy was going to be enjoying a new cock tonight.
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Martin was waiting for me at the entrance to the restaurant.
As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up with a mixture of pride and
hot lust. When I was close enough, he circled my body with his
arms and kissed me passionately. As our lips parted, he stared
openly into the depths of my cleavage. "God! You have awesome
tits. Are you wearing a bra?"
"I'm glad you like them, Honey, but I'm surprised that you
don't know how to find out if a woman is wearing a bra or not."
I pulled my shoulders back a little thrusting my tits at him.
Without the slightest hesitation, Martin lowered the straps of my
dress, slipped his hands inside, and removed both of my tits
right in front of the restaurant. Several men turned to watch as
he hefted my tits and stroked my hard nipples.
'Oooohhh... Martin. They're all watching," I whispered.
"Of course. Every man wants to see huge, beautiful tits like
yours. I like the fact that they're naked under your dress... no
bra. Don't ever wear one when we meet. Shall we go inside?"
"Can I put my tits back inside my dress?"
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As soon as we were seated, Martin dropped his hand beneath the
table. I couldn't suppress a soft moan when his hand touched my
thigh, then moved under my dress and slid higher until his
fingertips were touching my mound. He exerted gentle pressure on
my thighs letting me know that he wanted me to spread my legs. I
was already too hot to resist.
His hand moved between my thighs onto the thin material of my
panties. Slowly, tantalizingly, his fingers stroked my pussy and
clit. When the waiter approached to take our order, his hand
continued to move over my erect clitoris. Even as we placed our
orders, his finger stroked and squeezed me until my clit felt
swollen and about to burst. I had to grit my teeth to hold back
a cry of hot passion.
As the waiter moved away, Martin leaned closer and whispered,
"Spread wider... open yourself!" When I did, his fingers slipped
beneath my panties and into the wetness of my slit. Quickly,
they again located my throbbing clit and began rubbing it hard.
It only took a few strokes of his fingers before it exploded in
hard contractions. Even when I was cumming, Martin didn't stop.
Two of his fingers worked their way into my vagina and began
sliding sensuously over my G-spot. The feeling of fullness
filled my hole bringing renewed soft groans from me that I was
totally unable to stop.
"Take off your panties." Martin whispered to me. "Take them
off and lay them on the table." My vagina throbbed hotly in
response to his obscene, but exciting demand.
With only a slight hesitation, I reached under the table and
after some tugging squirming, managed to slide my panties from
under me, down my legs and over my heels. By the time I
straightened in my chair with my wet panties in hand, at least
six men and some women were watching me. The man at the next
table licked his lips as he watched me spread my panties out on
the table.
Martin was leering at me with open lust. Once again, his hand
moved beneath the table to my pussy. I spread without being
told. When his fingers plunged inside, my hips rose off the
chair seat to meet them. The man at the next table was staring
between my gaping thighs as Martin finger fucked me. He squeezed
his erection. I was hoping he would shoot off in his pants.
Martin added a third finger and pumped all three deep inside my
trembling vagina. When his thumb circled and stroked my
engorged, throbbing clit, my climax erupted. I heard myself
whimper with the intensity of the feeling. My body began to
shudder just as the waiter returned with our orders. As he
approached the table, he could see Martin's hand moving and my
body shaking. He didn't need an IQ of 160 to figure out that
Martin's fingers were inside my cunt.
When we had finished eating, and Martin was waiting for the
check, he whispered in my ear, "I'm sure the man at the next
table who watched you climax would also love to see your big tits
up close. Why don't you stop by his table and show them to him
on the way out? Take your time. I'll get my car and wait for
you right outside the restaurant."
"What if he wants more?"
"I can wait."
"Oh god!"
Once again, the waiter spent time looking down my cleavage when
he brought the check. He did it again when he returned with the
credit card receipt for Martin to sign. I kept my shoulders
pulled back both times as an additional tip to him. After
signing the receipt, Martin said, "I'll be waiting in my car.
You can follow me in yours."
As Martin walked away, I turned in my chair to face the man at
the next table. Smiling, I crossed my legs allowing my skirt to
slide high on my thighs. He smiled back, licked his lips, and
stared at my exposed legs. After I had his full attention, I
uncrossed my legs and let him gaze at my bare cunt. His hand
moved to his crotch and began slowly squeezing and stroking his
erection.
Standing up, I approached the man's table and leaned over it
enough to allow him to easily see my hard nipples and most of my
tits. "I'm Allison, and these are my panties that you watched me
remove. My date's waiting for me so I don't have much time. My
cell phone number is written on the crotch of my panties. If
you're interested, give me call. I Hope you enjoyed the show."
"Oh I did... a lot. In fact, I'm still enjoying it. You have
a gorgeous body. Are you a professional?"
"Thank you," I said with a smile, "and no, I'm not a
professional. Just a housewife who's never had anyone except her
husband."
"I take it that your date is your husband?"
"No, he's not."
"But you just said..."
I interrupted and finished the sentence for him. "that I've
never had any man but my husband. And that's very true, but in
about an hour or so from now, I'm pretty certain that my date
will become man number two."
"Lucky man."
"Thank you again. Got to go." I smiled and left him with his
hard problem. I knew I had been a cocktease, but I loved it!
Martin was in his car waiting for me when I left the
restaurant. I followed him to the Marriott Inn and parked beside
him. "Would you like to get a drink and dance a little or go to
our room?" he asked when I joined him.
"I'm so hot, I can't wait any longer. Would you mind if we
skip the drinks and dancing and go to our room?"
Martin grinned like a kid on his birthday. "You know I
wouldn't mind." He took my arm and led me toward the elevators.
On the way, he asked, "Would you mind telling me how I managed to
get so lucky. I'm not all that handsome.?
"One of my friends told me you have a big cock and are a
fantastic lay... that's more important that being Hollywood
handsome. Now you tell me... do you have a big cock and are you
a good lay?"
"Eight inches and around 1 AM or so you can decide for yourself
if I'm a good lay."
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When we inside the elevator, Martin lowered my dress down to my
waist exposing both of my tits. Hefting first one and then the
other, he pulled me close and sucked each of my nipples.
"Ohhhhh yes, Martin... suck my tits. MMmmmmm... that makes my
pussy throb when you bite my nipples... aaaahhh... aaahhhh...
aaahhh."
Yanking my dress up around my waist, he sank two fingers inside
my throbbing sex channel. When he sucked my nipples even harder,
my pussy contracted in hard spasms around his probing fingers...
"Ooohh fuckkk... you're making me cum... aaahhhhh... hot
bastard... do me... do it to meeeeeeeee!"
He was still sucking my nipples and finger fucking me when the
elevator doors opened. My body was shaking... partially because
my climax had not yet finished, partially out of erotic
excitement that someone would see us, and finally because I
wanted other men to see him doing it to me. Unfortunately, the
hallway was empty as he led me toward our room with my tits
bouncing and his fingers inside my ass.
As soon as we were inside our hotel room, I was on my knees in
front of Martin unzipping his pants. My hands were shaking so
hard, he had to help me get his pants open. Then, suddenly, his
cock was out and jerking in front of me. Just as Kristin had
promised, Martin was hung... maybe an inch and a half longer than
Conrad and thicker.
"Ooohhh... it is big," I hissed. "really big!"
"Thanks, but it's not all that big... but it's more than enough
to make you cum a dozen or more times tonight, Allison."
I started shaking again at the thought of having a dozen
orgasms on Martin's big shaft. I shook even harder when I ran my
tongue up the length of his cock and felt it jerk hard in my hand
in response. I did it two more times... each time being rewarded
with a hard spastic contraction of Martin's big dick. When I
took it inside my mouth, he groaned. His hips snapped forward
burying his organ down my throat.
"Ooommmmppffff"
"Too big for your throat?" he asked withdrawing his shaft.
"It bigger than my husband's that's for certain, but give me a
moment to get used to it, Honey. Put it back in." I opened my
mouth in invitation, and a moment later, Martin filled it full.
He pulled back and filled it again... and then again. The fourth
time, he pushed it into my throat. I gagged a bit... he held my
head in place. When my gag reflex abated, he pushed it further
down my throat.
"Oommppfff.... uugghhh!"
"The best way to 'get used to it', Allison is to suck it all.
Take it!" I did. After two minutes I was taking his entire
shaft down my throat on every thrust.
Pulling off his throbbing dick, I hissed, "Get on the couch,
Honey... on your back so you can pump my mouth better. Hurry."
He followed instructions... what man wouldn't? Getting on my
knees beside him, I bent over his big thrusting organ and licked
him from his balls all the way up to his cock ridge, which I
circled several times, and over the swollen, throbbing head.
Finally, I rammed my mouth down his dick and took it into my
throat until my lips were locked around the base of his shaft.
He held my head and mouth fucked me... hard... fast.... and balls
deep on every stroke. He managed to last five minutes before his
load blasted down my throat and pooled in my belly. Not a drop
escaped my lips.
When the sensation of my lips moving on his dick became too
intense, he pulled it out and lay on the couch gasping for
breath. I slowly tongued his balls while he sucked needed oxygen
into his lungs.
"Oh fuck! I can't believe that I'm only the second man you've
ever sucked off. That was fantastic. If fuck as good as you
suck, Allison, you're gonna have men lining up."
"That's the idea, Lover." Reclining on the couch, I allowed my
legs to spread wide open. "Make me cum, Lover. Then watch my
pussy and clit contract and throb. I'll keep cumming as long you
lick and suck my clit, Baby. Come on, do it to me."
"I love to suck pussy, Honey. You aren't gonna believe how
many times I make you cum before I fuck you."
"Promises... promises. Do it to me!"
Martin moved his face between my thighs and pressed his lips
against my opening. His tongue stabbed into me as his lips
sucked my labia and his nose slid deliciously over my swollen
clitoris. In less than a minute, he had me bucking wildly
against his mouth. My hands captured my bouncing tits and
squeezed hard... twisting the nipples bringing groans of mixed
pleasure/pain from my lips.
Pulling back from my throbbing hole, Martin asked, "Want more?"
"Yeesssssssss... more... more... more... don't stop... don't
you dare stop!"
As soon as I had answered, his tongue stabbed into my vagina at
the same time as two fingers pried my anus open and entered my
bottom.
"OOOohhhh unnghhh... fuckkk ... you're fucking my asssssssss...
harder... HARDER! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" I screamed as the climax
hit me shaking my entire body. Right in the middle of the hard
spasms wracking my body, Martin moved his tongue up to my pulsing
clitoris. He lashed it... I howled with delight... then he
sucked it inside his mouth and squeezed it with his lips. I came
again.
When he began sliding his tongue over the sensitive tip of my
clit and then up and down the shaft, I exploded into a hard
series of climaxes. Three fingers were now plunging in and out
of my ass. My eyes were clenched shut so tightly I couldn't
possibly open them. All I could do was scream and howl as the
orgasms flooded through me.
"Fucking time, you hot Bitch. Are you ready to take another
cock besides your husband's?"
"STICK IT IN MEEEEEEEEE... FUCK MY CUNT... FUCK MY ASS... MAKE
ME CUM... GIVE IT TO ME!! I shouted totally out of control with
fuck lust.
Martin shoved my legs high in the air, wedged his hips into my
sex saddle ensuring that my legs stayed wide open. His cock was
iron-hard again. His powerful hips snapped forward driving his
sex spike deep into my soaked cunt. All eight inches of dick
raced down my channel and thudded hard against my cervix.
"GGGHHHHHAAAA... ooohhhh fuck yes! You're fucking
meeeeeeeeee.... Your big cock is in my cunt.... fucking
meeeeeeeeeee... screw me, Darling... fuck me hard!"
Martin pulled his cock out of me until only the big head
remained inside my throbbing hole. He held it there driving me
into a frenzy of need.
"Please... don't stop... you Bastard! Fuck Me! OOOohhhhh
god... Please... don't torture me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck
meeeeeee!" I howled.
"Like this?" Martin rammed his dick back into my hole balls
deep and thrust two fingers up my ass at the same time. I
exploded in an intense climax that had my ass and pussy
contracting uncontrollably.
Martin fucked me like a whore. Again and again, he made me
cum, and each time my pussy exploded, he told me I was a
delicious hot fuck slut... a hot cum hole for his cock. I knew I
should be insulted, but I just came harder every time he said it.
"Yes ... yes.. YES!" I screamed. "I'm a hot fuck hole....
shoot your load into me, Lover. Use me as your personal fuck
hole. Shoot it into me. I'm not on the pill... I don't give a
shit... shoot your load into my cunt hole!!"
"HERE IT COMES, SLUT. TAKE MY LOAD!" Again and again, his
cock jerked inside me... each time, injecting another thick gush
of thick, potent semen.
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Martin had me suck his dick until his erection returned. When
he was again hard, he fucked me in every position either of us
could invent. He bent me over the arm of the couch and took me
from behind... fucking me silly until I had cum three times.
Next, I rode his dick cowgirl. In that position, he hammered his
cock in and out of me like a pile driver. I seemed to be
experiencing continuous orgasms.
When he made me ride him reverse cowgirl, he pulled my legs
back and spread me wide open. The position completely exposed
the connection between his cock and my cunt.
"Wouldn't it be hot if there was another man or two in the room
watching my cock sink in and out of your fuck hole, Allison.
Just think how hard they would get watching me fuck you. You
have to know they would both be jacking off and staring right at
your cock-stuffed cunt hole. And after I shot off inside you,
they would both be on you... fucking you... filling your cunt
with hard dick and filling your hole with their hot loads.
I came again... this time harder than ever. I couldn't stop
screaming.
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After having a snack from the complementary wet bar and fridge
in the room, Martin told me he wanted to fuck my ass.
"I thought you'd never ask, Darling. I was beginning to think
that I was going to have beg you to do it."
I had been screwed so many times and Martin had shot so much
semen into me, there really wasn't any need to lubricate my ass,
but he did it anyway just to be certain that it wouldn't hurt.
The first time, he had me lie on my back and hold my legs all the
way back until my knees were touching the bed just outside my
tits. He fitting his cock into my asshole and slowly worked it
inside me. My clitoris began throbbing as soon as he was in me.
After five minutes, Martin's dick was buried inside my ass, and
he was fucking me like a machine. The fullness and pressure were
incredible. As soon as I reached between my thighs and rubbed my
clit, I had an intense orgasm.
I thought he would shoot off inside me in that position, but he
wanted me on top with his cock fucking my ass. I straddled him,
aligned his dick with my now widely-stretched hole, and sank down
on him. His entire eight inches entered me easily. The ass
fucking was hard and fierce. I came twice before Martin emptied
his balls into my bottom.
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Back Home:
It was about 2 AM when I unlocked our front door and entered
our house. I really didn't know what to expect. Frankly, I
wouldn't have been surprised to find that Conrad had moved out of
the house. I also wouldn't have been surprised to find him
eagerly waiting for my return with his cock hard as iron.
I looked around the den, but there was no sign of my husband.
I figured he was in the bedroom because his car was still parked
in his space in our two-car garage. I wondered if he would be
asleep... or be pretending to be asleep. Mentally, I made a bet
with myself that he would pretend to be asleep and then pretend
to be awakened when I entered. I lost my bet.
When I opened the bedroom door, Conrad was in bed wide awake.
He was reading a book. He looked up and I saw the relief wash
over his face. He made no effort to hide it. "Thank god, you're
safe," he said with his voice filled with emotion.
I was touched... really touched, but I didn't let myself reveal
that. Instead, I just said, "Why shouldn't I be?"
"I don't know... no reason, I guess. But I didn't know where
you were or where this Martin guy was going to take you. There
are some really dangerous parts of this city, you know.
Justified or not, I was worried. The last seven hours have been
the longest seven hours of my life... bar none. I'm glad you're
fine and that you weren't in any danger. I guess I realized that
you wouldn't put yourself in any real danger, but emotionally, I
was a wreck. I feel much better now... a lot better!"
"Good. In the future, don't worry about my safety."
"All right. I'll try not to. Are you going to sleep with me?"
"Of course. I always sleep with my husband. Would you like to
have sex?"
"I've been hard on and off all evening. This book is
interesting but totally devoid of anything even remotely sexy. I
picked it to try to get my mind off sex because I was getting a
royal case of blue balls by 11 PM. But now that you're home, I'm
hard as stone again. See." My husband threw aside the covers
revealing his naked body and his stone hard 7-inch cock. The
head was swollen and already leaking fluids.
I grinned with pleasure. "Oh fuck! I love that! I'll take a
shower be right back. Don't you dare go to sleep on me!"
"I can't wait that long. Get undressed and get in bed."
My grin broadened. If I had been pleased and excited before,
my pussy was already throbbing at the thought of giving my
husband sloppy seconds... no more like sloppy sixths, or was it
sevenths or eighths? I had lost count. As soon as my dress fell
to the floor revealing the fact that I was naked underneath, I
saw my husband's cock contract and jerk. A deep moan escaped his
lips.
"Do you want me to leave my heels on, Honey?"
"You know how much I enjoy the sight of you in heels, Allison,
but tonight I would prefer that you took them off."
"Whatever you like, Darling."
I crawled into bed with my husband. If he was at all nervous,
he certainly gave no indication as he crushed his mouth against
mine while his hands roamed over my tits, ass, and pussy. His
kiss was different from Martin's... both were hard and eager,
both were the kiss of a skilled lover, but there was still a big
difference. Whereas Martin's kiss had been that of a conquering
male about to ravish an eager female, Conrad's was hard and
passionate, but there was something else... something more. When
he finally moved his lips off of mine, he paused. His tongue
slowly and lightly moved over my lips in a gentle caress before
he once again kissed me hard and deep.
As our tongues dueled back and forth between my mouth and his,
I was acutely aware of Conrad's raging, throbbing cock
pressing... grinding... thrusting against my mound. Reaching
down, my hand closed around his rampant, swollen, and absolutely
rigid shaft. We both moaned. Martin's cock was definitely
bigger than my husband's by a full inch in length and slightly
thicker. But even so, there was something else... something
different.
Slowly, I jacked my husband's pulsing shaft. His body began to
tremble. Suddenly, I realized what was different... Conrad's
cock wasn't as big as Martin's but it was harder... much harder.
Martin's dick had been hard, Conrad's was rigid ... absolutely
rigid with lust and passion. All I had to do was squeeze it a
little or slide my hand up and down its length, and it felt like
trying to contain and hold a writhing python.
"Not yet, Allison. Not yet," my husband moaned. His body
moved down mine... lower and lower until his lips were licking my
belly, his tongue thrusting into my navel. He moved even lower.
His tongue was now caressing my mound. I felt him spreading
me... opening me up... exposing my cunt. His tongue reached my
pussy. The certain knowledge that he was about to eat my
cum-filled pussy was enough to make me cum.
"OOoohhhhhhhh... Oooohhhh ... fuckkk... cumming... oohhhhh
god... I'm cumming," I moaned as my ass arched up off the bed in
a frantic effort to get my husband's tongue on my erupting clit.
And then, he was there! His tongue lashed up and down my
gushing sex trench causing my vagina to convulse in hard
contractions, each one pushing more of Martin's semen out of my
hole. Moving upward, my husband sucked hard on my swollen
clitoris. My entire body shuddered. His tongue was circling my
throbbing organ bringing sensuous screeches of hot ecstasy from
my lips. I felt his fingers probing deep inside my pussy as his
tongue pleasured my pulsing clitoris. More semen poured from my
hole and then quickly disappeared inside Conrad's mouth.
"AAARRGGGHHHH... GGGHHHAAAAA... UN-HUN! UN-HUN! AAHH! AAHH!
MORE... MORE! PLEASE MORE!!" I howled. He gave it to me, and I
exploded in one orgasm after another.
I was still shaking, my clitoris still pulsing, my vagina still
contracting in one spasm after another when Conrad moved over my
body and mounted me. I locked my legs around his thighs and
hugged his body close to mine just as his totally rigid, swollen
sex spike rammed into my stretched and soaked cunt. All seven
inches of his cock charged into my hole. As soon as the hard
shaft was buried inside me with his balls slapping against my ass
cheeks, my husband began fucking me with steady, deep, hard
strokes, each one bringing a grunts of female pleasure from my
mouth.
Every few strokes, he told me how incredibly hot and sensuous
my pussy felt around his cock. "Your vagina feels like a smooth
velvet glove around my cock, Honey... It feels like I'm sinking
into a hot, slick lava. It's just delicious!" he gasped.
The sensuous squishing sounds of Conrad's cock sinking into my
remains of Martin's five cum loads filled the room. My legs
flailed the air, my tits bounced wildly as my clitoris began to
contract again just before my stuffed cunt erupted in another
orgasm. I screamed... my toes curling back... as my body
shuddered and quivered.
"OOHHHH SHIT! I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER, DARLING. FUCK MY
SLUTTY CUNT, STUD... AAAAHHHHHHH... NOW! NOW! CAN YOU FEEL MY
PUSSY ERUPTING... UN-HUH! UN-HUH! UN-HUH!"
In the middle of my orgasm, I felt Conrad's cock jerking and
pulsing in hard, repeated spastic contractions as he shot one
thick stream of sperm-filled semen after another into my
convulsing cunt.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! CUMMING IN YOU, ALLISON... SHOOTING MY LOAD
INTO YOUR PUSSY... TAKE IT... OH GOD... CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD
THIS FEELS!" he howled as his dick continued to ejaculate into
me.
As my climax abated, I fell into an exhausted heap on the bed
while my husband continued to drive his cock in and out of my
overflowing pussy. I could feel thick loads of semen sliding
sensuously down the crack of my ass.
"Get on top, Allison. Ride me. Pump your pussy on my dick...
hurry!" he screamed. At that moment, I realized that my
husband's cock was still iron hard. It hadn't even begun to get
soft.
Pulling out of me, he rolled onto his back. "Get on it. Fuck
your hot box on my dick, Honey," he moaned. I couldn't take my
eyes off of his cock. It was still rigid... throbbing... seeping
fluids from the tip. My juices and Martin's and his combined
loads were dripping off his shaft. His pubic hair was matted
with semen and my cuntal secretions.
Planting my feet just outside his hips on the bed, I positioned
his cock and lowered my pussy onto the big head. It sank into me
easily. As soon as I dropped my hips, my ass was riding his
balls with all seven inches of hard cock buried inside my pussy.
He held my hips as we fucked. Every time I rammed my pussy down
his shaft, he arched his hips and drove into my womb with hard,
masculine authority. I came three times before I felt my husband
shooting another load into my hot hole.
Conrad rolled us onto our sides with him behind me in spoon
position. His hands fondled and caressed my tits and clit while
his still hard cock continued to move back and forth inside me.
After a few minutes, he pressed his lips to my ear and whispered,
"Your ass. Can I fuck your ass, Allison? I'll go slow and take
care not to hurt you."
"Anytime, Darling. Any hole. Fuck it, Baby, and you don't
have to worry about going slow or hurting me."
Conrad pulled his prick out of my cunt, moved it back a few
inches until it was against my anus. Reaching back, I pulled
myself open for him. His hips snapped forward. My ass opened
easily and five inches of cock disappeared into my ass. Jerking
his hips back, my husband rammed his cock into me again, and this
time it entered me fully.
Even though he said nothing, I could tell that Conrad was both
shocked and surprised to see how stretched my asshole was and how
easily it took his cock. With one of Martin's big loads inside
me, he slid back and forth like a well-oiled piston inside my
ass. Conrad had fucked me anally a few times, but not often since
the tightness of my ass had caused me some pain. I didn't mind,
but he never wanted to hurt me. But now that Martin's big cock
had stretched me open, my ass fit my husband's cock like a glove.
Once more, hot, erotic sensations spread throughout my body
from the feeling of fullness and his erotic stroking of my
pulsing clitoris. My hips were humping back and forth trying to
take the hard cock all the way into my ass every time he thrust
into me. I was amazed at how fast Conrad made me cum. Within
moments, I was climaxing again as my ass opened and closed
deliciously around my husband's rampant dick.
He was grunting now.... deep, low-pitched masculine growls of
pleasure as he screwed my ass faster and harder. The sound of
his grunts and moans sent even more waves of hot pleasure through
me. Our bodies thudded together with force on every thrust. His
hands were all over me... my tits... my nipples... my clitoris.
I couldn't stop shrieking with the sensations he was giving me.
Conrad began fucking me like an out-of-control jack hammer. I
knew he was close... very close. I cried out and rammed my ass
onto his surging dick. His cock throbbed within me. His strokes
shortened... each one driven into my ass with force. My climax
erupted just as his sperm fired into me joining Martin's.
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More Men:
For the next three days, Conrad never mentioned my date with
Martin. Nor did he say anything more about what he had decided
about the options I had given him. At breakfast, four days after
Martin had fucked me, I brought up the subject myself.
"So, Conrad, have you decided which of the options you're going
to take? Are you just going to continue with the default option
or what?"
"Well, if I have to pick one, I suppose I'll just continue with
the default option. Do you object to that?"
"Not at all. If that's what you want. Just keep the other
options in mind, Honey. This isn't a one-time window. You're
free to change your mind and choose another option any time you
like. Just let me know. Until you do, I'll just assume it's the
default option. Oh... and while we're on the subject, you're on
your own for dinner tonight. I'm not certain when I'll be home.
It could be around 11 PM, but I don't want you to worry if it's
later. I promise that I won't be in any danger."
Conrad just sat quietly and finished his breakfast without
saying another word. As he left for work, he turned and said,
"Please do be careful. I'm sure you'll understand if I don't
tell you to have a good time." He didn't wait for an answer
before the door closed behind him.
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Barry had called me the previous afternoon. I could tell by
his voice that he was nearly desperate to see me again. After
all, his cock had been dripping with lust to get into my pussy
when Jim's wife had come home early and thrown a fit. "Hell,
Allison," he had moaned, "I've been hard thinking about you ever
since that night several weeks ago. Am I ever going to get a
second chance at your luscious pussy?"
"How about tomorrow afternoon around 6 PM. I'll meet you at
Barney's Bar and Grill. We can have dinner somewhere, dance a
little, and then have the rest of the evening to take care of
your big hard dick. Sound good?"
"Sounds fantastic. My apartment's a mess. So I'll reserve us
a room at the Best Western on Marshall. That Ok with you?"
"Absolutely. Try to get a room with a king-sized bed."
"That's the plan. Listen, I don't know any clever way to bring
this up, so I'll just say it. Jim and I frequently party
together. A lot of the time, we switch partners halfway through
the evening. He was really looking forward to spending some time
with you before his wife showed up. So.... would you be
interested in a threesome? Or is that too far out? If it is,
just say so. No problem."
"What about his wife? I have no interest in another screaming
scene like last time."
"After that night, his wife split. She went home to mother.
My guess is that their marriage is toast. But maybe not. The
only thing that's certain is that Jim hasn't had any since he
banged Kristin that night. So, he's really horny and climbing
the walls. That being the case, maybe you'd just rather say no."
"Are you kidding me? Two big-cocked, handsome hunks, one of
whom hasn't had any pussy for over three weeks and you think I'm
going to turn that down? Give Jim the room number at the Best
Western and tell him to meet us there or if we're going dancing,
he can meet us at the club. Whatever. I'll leave the
arrangements to you guys."
"Ok. See you at 6 PM... Barney's Bar and Grill.
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Since neither Barry nor Jim had gotten their cocks into me that
first time, I decided to wear the same outfit so that it would
seem like this was just a continuation of that erotic first
night. Barry eyes lit up when he saw me in my short yellow skirt
that still didn't cover the tops of my thigh-high stockings.
"Damn! I love that outfit, Allison."
"I know you do. That's why I wore it. So where are we going
for dinner, Honey."
"How hungry are you," he asked hopefully.
"Just average, but considering all the exercise I'm going to be
doing tonight, I need something to eat. Be patient, Stud. My
pussy will still be wet and ready after dinner."
"I know, but it's really hard not to be impatient with a
gorgeous woman like you. Your husband is the luckiest man on the
planet."
"You think so? He's out of town working while you're fucking
his wife."
"That's true, but he gets to have you a lot more often than I
ever will. Oh well... story of my life. Come on. Let's go to
the Red Lobster for fish, shrimp, or lobster... or all three if
you like. Sound good?"
"Sounds fantastic."
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Dinner was good... very good... although it was difficult for
me to concentrate on eating when Barry's hand was constantly
beneath the table stroking my pussy through my wet panties.
"Why don't you take off your panties, Allison?" he suggested
before the waiter brought our orders.
"No way. I wouldn't be able to eat with you working on my
naked clit. When the food comes, I want you to take your fingers
off my cunt. Save it for later, Stud."
After dinner, he asked if I was up to going to "The Hot Spot"
for drinks and dancing. "Why not. I've never been there, but it
sounds sexy."
"It is. Very sexy. I need to tell you they have strippers and
girls who give lap dances. And the men will probably hit on
you... particularly when we're dancing. Would you rather go some
other place?"
"Honey, if you can stand the competition... let's go. It
sounds really hot."
"That's why they call it "The Hot Spot"."
"By the way, I thought Jim was going to join us."
"He is. He said he would meet us at 'The Hot Spot'. I'm
supposed to call him on his cell if we decide to go to a
different place."
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"The Hot Spot" proved to be just as rowdy and raunchy as Barry
had suggested it was. Just to the left of the bar, there was a
stage with a small runway on with a big-titted blonde was dancing
naked except for her heels. She was leaning back with her legs
wide apart, grinding her ass, cupping her tits, and humping her
pussy right in the faces of the men crowded around the edge of
the stage.
The dance floor was off to the right where the lighting was
dim. I could see several couples moving slowly to the music. In
every case, the men had their hands on their partner's ass...
some had their hands under the woman's dress or skirt. One woman
was dancing with two men, one in front of her, the other behind
her. They had her skirt bunched around her waist with her
panties pulled down below her ass cheeks.
On the far side of the room several women were giving men lap
dances. The men still had their pants on while most of the women
wore G-strings, but not all. A couple of the girls looked like
they were giving the men their lap dance with their bare pussies
against the men's bulges. There were at least twice as many men
present as women.
Leaning close, Barry asked, "Too raunchy? Want to try another
club?"
"This is fine. It'll get my stud in the mood to fuck my brains
out later on."
"I'm already in that mood with or without this club," he
responded.
Although the place was crowded, the management gave priority
seating to couples, so we found a table without any difficulty.
As soon as we were seated, a bare-breasted cocktail waitress
wearing a tiny skirt with fishnet stockings and four-inch heels
came over to take our drink orders. Barry glanced at her
bouncing tits and then ignored her to stare at me. If I had
needed an ego boost with all the naked female competition, that
would have given it to me.
"Well, what do you think?" Barry asked.
"It's every bit as hot as your said it would be. Some of the
lap dancers are doing it without any panties on. I didn't think
the club would allow them to openly fuck the men like that."
"They don't. The men still have their pants on. If they want
more, they have to go to one of the private rooms in the back of
the club. In there, the door is locked, and they can fuck or
have oral sex if the dancer is willing."
"Mmmmmm... that's really hot. I'd like to watch something like
that. Do they allow spectators?"
"Nope. Particularly not women. Too much competition for the
lap dancer. I'm afraid the only way you're going to be able to
see what's happening in one of the private rooms is to agree to
take a set as a lap dancer."
"They allow that? I would have thought the regular dancers
would raise holy hell with customers taking away their income."
"They would if the customer got to keep the money, but she
doesn't. It has to go into a pot including any tips that is
later split evenly between all the dancers working that shift.
So everyone wins. The dancers get a rest break without losing
any money. The men get a hot lap dance from a new woman, and the
woman gets the thrill of being a lap dancer for a half hour or
whatever she wants. Are you interested? All I have to do is let
the Manger know, and he'll set it up."
"I would be too nervous with a strange guy. Some guys can get
really rough."
"That's not a problem. I just tell the Manager you're worried
and he will let me be present as a bodyguard, so to speak. Shall
I talk to him?"
"I don't think so. Wanna dance with me, Honey?"
"Do bears live in the forest? Come on."
As soon as we were on the dance floor, I quickly found out that
Barry was just as aggressive with his hands as all the other men
I had watched earlier. Instead of the usual dancing position
with one of his arms around my waist and the other holding my
hand, both of his hands descended to my ass and pulled my mound
against his big erection.
"MMmmmmm... that feels good, Barry," I whispered in his ear.
"Grind it into me, Honey."
By the time the first dance was over, Barry's cock was
throbbing inside his pants, and my panties were soaked. "God,
this is so hot, I may cum in my pants," he groaned as we started
dancing again.
"As hot as that is, I don't want you shooting off in your
pants, Honey. I want it to shoot off in me. If it gets too
much, tell me, and we'll take a break. Ok?" Barry nodded.
Halfway through the second song, his hands were under my skirt.
As they sensuously moved over my panty-covered ass cheeks, I
suddenly felt my skirt being pulled upward followed by a cool
breeze on my ass. Once the skirt was bunched around my waist, I
felt another cock pressing urgently into my ass from behind.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Jim had joined us.
"Do you always say hello by pulling up a girl's skirt and
pressing your big dick into her ass?"
"When she's as hot as you are, I try to. Hi. Thanks for
letting me join you and Barry tonight."
"The way Barry put the question to me, I couldn't possibly
refuse."
"Really. What did he say?"
"He told me that you haven't had any pussy for almost three
weeks ... even since that night your wife burst in on us and
broke up the party. Is that really true?"
"Yep! It's been driving me up the fucking wall too. Am I
going to get lucky tonight, Allison?"
"Luck has nothing to do with it, Honey. With two big cocks
grinding into me fore and aft, there's no way I'm going to be
able to be a faithful wife tonight."
"Have you ever been the faithful wife?"
"Believe it or not, I was totally faithful until a few weeks
ago. In fact, the only cock I had ever had was my husband's."
"You're shitting me?"
"Nope. One cock and only one for Allison up to a few weeks
ago."
"And now?"
"Well, I haven't been a good girl even since the night of that
party at your place. I got royally fucked about a week ago. So
now I've had two cocks... hopefully that number will be four
before I get home tonight."
"Marcus hopes it will be five."
"Marcus? Who's Marcus?"
"Friend of mine. I invited him to join us later tonight. I
thought you would love three guys. If not, I'll call him back
and cancel. Shall I?"
"It would be real shame to disappoint him, don't you think?"
"Yeah. I do."
"Then let's not, Ok?"
"Allison, you are one awesome woman. I wish to hell you were
my wife."
"Better be careful what you wish for, Honey. Who knows. You
might get it."
"You're the one who's going to get it," Jim whispered in my
ear.
I started to reply but the fingers Jim thrust into my wet
vagina caused me to forget what I was about to say. As Jim
finger fucked me from behind, Barry's hand moved between us to my
mound... and from there onto my engorged and very erect clitoris.
He slowly masturbated me right there on the dance floor. The
two men had to hold me up and they brought me closer and closer
to a climax. My mouth opened, and I began to moan softly. We
had stopped dancing. The only movement was the thrusting of my
ass.
"Her damn dress is just in the way. Let's take it off," Barry
said to Jim.
Jim agreed, and the two men lowered my dress down to my akles.
I stepped out of it, and Barry looped it over his belt for
safekeeping. Once the guys had me stripped to just my panties,
their hands returned to my ass and pussy. Again, my pelvis began
undulating and thrusting.
"Make the hot Bitch cum," a female voice just to my left said.
"She's right on the edge. Work her clit harder, Baby. You,
stick another finger into her. She'll go off like a rocket."
"Think so?" Jim asked.
"I know so! Do it to her! We all want to see the slut
cumming."
I looked around and saw that the woman was right. At least,
six men were watching as Jim and Barry worked me closer and
closer to a climax. "Pull her panties all the way down so we can
see better," the woman to my left ordered.
"You heard the order, Allison." Hooking their fingers in the
waistband of my panties, they pulled them down until they were
bunched around mid-thigh and concealed nothing.
Again the woman to my left spoke. "Tell her to spread her legs
wider so you guys can get to her and we can see every thing."
Barry grinned and said, "Do as you're told, Allison. Spread
your legs wider." As soon as I moved my heels further apart,
Barry's fingers began to dance over my throbbing clit. He
trapped the shaft between two fingers and jacked me off like my
clit were a small dick. As he stroked me, his fingers squeezed
and released... squeezed and released. I howled and humped
wildly as he did it.
Jim was also busy. Three fingers were now working inside my
vagina. Bending me forward a little, he located my G-spot and
started working it. I couldn't keep my ass still. Every time I
thrust it forward, Barry's fingers massaged and worked my bloated
clitoris. If I pulled back, Jim's fingers rammed into my hole,
scraping over my G-spot, pressing and rotating over it.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OOOHHHHHHHHH... FUCKKKKKKKK... NOW!
NOW! NOW! YOU HOT BASTARDS!! I'M CUMMINGG!!"
The intense climax continued to erupt inside my pussy as my
clit contracted in hard spasms for almost a minute. When my body
sagged into Barry's arms, the six couples who had been watching
me all applauded along with some of the single men around the
dance floor. The applause continued as my two studs pulled up my
panties and led me off the dance floor.
We finished our drinks and ordered another round as both Jim
and Barry slowly stroked my thighs and held them open allowing
other men around the club to see my soaked panties.
"You seem to be unable to stop watching the lap dancers doing
their thing, Allison. It turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Yessss," I moaned as my hand squeezed one of my tits and
twisted the nipple.
"That settles it. I'm going to sign you up to do a set in a
private room while Jim and I watch."
"I don't think I could do it," I whined.
"You'll do it and love it."
"I don't even know how to start to get a guy who wants me to
lap dance on him," I protested.
"Not a problem," Barry replied. "I'll tell the Manager to let
the guys know that a red-hot married woman wants to try giving
private lap dances. He'll direct them to our table so they can
decide. If they want a lap dance, we all go to one of the
private rooms... What could be simpler?"
I was still very hesitant to even try it, but before my fear
could overcome my excitement, there were three men standing at
our table looking me over. "Is she the one who wants to lap
dance in private?" one of the men asked Jim.
"Yeah... and I can tell you, she's hot as fire. Her pussy will
suck the load right out of your balls, Man!"
I felt my face flush with a mixture of pride and acute
embarrassment. My face grew even redder when all three men moved
closer to check me out. One of them asked, "Will you do it with
your panties off and my cock in your pussy?" I said yes on the
condition that they wore a condom. "How much?" he asked.
Not knowing what to say, I looked helplessly at Barry who
provided an answer. "$50 for a lap dance with her panties on and
your dick in your pants. $100 if your dick is out and her
panties off, but your cock stays outside her pussy. $250 with
your dick out, condom on and up her hot pussy. Her tits will be
out in any case. 15 minutes or until you shoot off."
The third man nodded, smiled at me, and asked, "How about you,
Honey? Do you cum when you give a lap dance? I mean really get
off... no faking it."
"I've never faked it in my life... ever! I either get off or I
don't. I won't fake it. Truthfully, I have no idea whether I
will climax or not. I've never done anything like this before.
So, you'll just have to take your chances as will I."
The three each spoke to Barry while I sipped my drink nervously
wondering whether any of the men would actually pay $250 just to
have me lap dance on them for no more than 15 minutes. It seemed
unlikely to me, and I began to slowly relax. Finally, Barry
said, "Are you ready, Allison. Let's go."
"Where are we going? Are we leaving?"
"Leaving?? Hell no. We're going to private room No. 3 in the
back. I can't wait to see you in action as a brand new lap
dancer."
"One of those men actually wants a lap dance from a woman who's
never done it before when all the other sexy, experienced women
are available?"
"Not one, Honey. All three. See." Barry spread out a wad of
bills on the table.
"My god! How much is there anyway?"
"Just what I asked for, $250 each ... $750 in all. I need to
give this cash to the manager before we go to the back. Come on.
You've got three randy, anxious guys who can't wait to get their
cocks into you."
"All right. Just give me a moment to get back into my
clothes," I pleaded.
"Why bother? They'll be coming off again very soon.," Barry
asked.
"Because it turns men on to see a woman strip, Honey.
Understand now?" Barry nodded and waited while I got back into
my clothes.
Private Room No. 3 was nicely appointed, much more so than I
expected. There was a large recliner in the middle of the room
ideally suited for lap dancing. I was standing beside the chair
when Barry escorted the first of the three men into the room.
Jim was already seated against the wall. He had unzipped his
pants had his hand inside slowly stroking his dick.
"This is Craig. Craig meet Allison."
He nodded and said, "I can't go home with my pants covered with
your juices, Allison. My wife isn't stupid. Is it Ok if I get
naked?"
"Of course. Take off your clothes and relax on the recliner,
Craig." He quickly stripped and laid down. His cock was already
hard. It extended up his belly about seven inches. He was also
thick... about like my husband. Craig wasn't hung like Jim or
Barry, but he was more than big enough to pleasure my pussy.
When I unzipped my yellow skirt and let it fall to the floor,
Craig's dick jerked. It got even harder, growing another half
inch when I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them.
Finally, I shrugged off my blouse and let him enjoy the sight of
my naked tits being pushed up and out by my uplift, demi bra.
"God! You're drop dead gorgeous," Craig gasped as he stared at
my firm, 36D tits and their hard nipples. His eyes dropped to my
pussy. Again he gasped, "Oh hell yes! You're shaved! I fucking
love that! And I love those hot thigh-high stockings and those
CFM heels!"
Leaning over Craig's body, I whispered, "Let's get you ready to
fuck my hot box, Baby." Quickly, I rolled a condom down the
length of his prick. He moaned as I did so.
"Ready, Lover? Ready to fuck my married cunt?"
"OOOohhhhh fuck YES! Get on me. Ride me, Honey!"
Straddling his thighs, I found that the recliner was exactly
the right height to allow me to plant my heels on the floor so I
could use my leg and thigh muscles to raise and lower my ass as I
rode his tool. Moving my pussy right over his hard dick, I
adjusted the swollen head at my opening and swabbed it back and
forth in my sex trench. Grinding my hips, I worked the head into
my hot hole and slowly sank downward. We both groaned at the
luscious sensations produced by a cock entering a wet, hot cunt.
Lowering my body over his so he could either play with my tits
or suck them, I began to fuck my cunt on Craig's throbbing dick.
As I rode him, I whispered hotly in his ear.
"Ooohhhh you're fucking my married cunt hole, Craig. Your big
dick is in me... AAahhhh... god! I hope that feels as good to
you as it does to me. Hold my hips and ass, Stud. Fuck me hard
and deep. Use my hot hole, Baby. Ram it into meeeeeeee!!"
Considering how hot he was, Craig did a great job of holding
back his load so that he could enjoy the full 15 minutes of
fucking me. On the far side of the room, Jim now had his cock
out jacking it furiously as he watched Craig pumping my pussy.
Twelve minutes or so into our fuck, I felt my clitoris beginning
to swell and jerk. "Oooohhhh fuck... I'm getting close... gonna
cum on your hard dick, Craig. If you finger fuck my ass, I'll
cum hard!"
A few seconds later, I felt two of Craig's fingers driving into
my ass. "AAGGHHAAA!! UUUNNGGHH!" My cunt exploded in hard,
spastic contractions as my body vibrated. Craig tried to hold
back, but the hard contractions of my pussy just sucked the load
right out of his balls. He rammed into me like a jack hammer. I
could feel his dick throbbing and jerking as his load fired out
and filled the condom.
"Oohhhh Craig. You're shooting in me... You're cumming inside
my cunt. I'm cumming with you... fuck me! FUCK ME HARDER!
SHOOT IT INNNNNNNN!!"
Barry signaled to me that the 15 minutes were up, but I shook
my head and continued to gyrate and grind my cunt against his
still twitching dick. Each time his cock throbbed, I squeezed it
hard with my vaginal muscles milking even more semen from his
balls.
After about 17 minutes, Craig nodded that he was finished. I
leaned forward and kissed him even though I didn't think I was
supposed to do that. "Thank you, Honey. That was my first time.
You made it really good for me. I just hope you enjoyed
screwing me as much as I enjoyed feeling your big hard shaft
inside my cunt."
I dismounted his body, and after washing off his cock in the
sink, he quickly got dressed. Before he left, he pressed $50
into my hand as a tip. After Craig left, Barry brought in the
second man, Don.
Neither Don nor Frank lasted as long as Craig, and neither was
as good. I didn't cum with Don, but before Frank shot off as I
gyrated and humped on his shaft, I did have a mild orgasm. It
only took twenty minutes to do both men. They each tipped me
$20. As we left the club, Barry again stopped by the office and
gave the $90 in tips to the Manager who offered me a full-time
job any time I wanted it.
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After being with me for several hours and then watching me
screw three men as I lap danced on their condom-covered cocks,
Barry and Jim were hard as iron and wild with lust to fuck me.
As soon as we entered our room at the Best Western, Jim pulled
off my skirt and panties and had my blouse almost off when Barry
opened his pants and rammed his rigid shaft into my mouth.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I sucked his thick seven and a
half inches of dick all the way into my throat.
For several minutes, I slid my lips up and down Barry's dick.
Each time he thrust his hips, his thick cock head slid down my
throat where I could feel it throbbing. He was so excited, there
was no way he could possibly hold out for long. His rod was all
the way down my throat when he yelled that he was going to cum.
The last syllable wasn't even out of his mouth before his huge
load gushed into me.
Jim let Barry finish inside my mouth before he pulled me toward
his crotch. "Take my cock out, Allison. Suck me!" he ordered.
I practically ripped his pants open in my haste to get his
huge, black dick out. In the end, it was far too large to allow
me to get it through the fly of his pants. I had to open his
pants completely before I could get his gorgeous, throbbing black
schlong out. It was rigid with lust... just huge... easily the
biggest cock I had yet had in my pussy.
Taking it in his hand, he used it like a club to gently whack
me across the face. Each time that big shaft slapped against my
face, I felt my pussy gushing juices into my panties. My
already swollen clit began slowly throbbing.
"Suck it!" Jim ordered.
"Oh yes. Stick that big thing in my mouth hole, Lover. Fuck
my mouth with it."
I had to stretch my jaws as wide as I could to get the bloated
head inside my mouth. I had my hand wrapped around the middle of
Jim's dick, but there was no way my fingers could get all the way
around it. There were equal amounts of cock above and below my
hand. Holding my head, Jim fucked in about three inches before I
started gagging. We tried again. This time he got four inches
of meat into my mouth before I gagged. We continued to try until
I was sucking the top six inches of his huge shaft.
At his direction, we changed positions so that his cock was
more in a direct line with my throat. I managed another inch but
that was all I could take. "Oh fuck... I want all of it down my
throat, Honey, but it's so fucking big. I'm going to have to
practice to get all of it inside my mouth."
"You can practice all you like, Allison. Anytime. But right
now, I need to fuck you. I want to cum inside your hot cunt.
It's been so long since I pumped my load into a woman. Can we
fuck now?"
"You can fuck me anytime you want, Jim. How do you want me?"
"This first time, get on your back so I can mount you
missionary style. If it starts to hurt let me know, and I'll be
more careful."
"Don't worry about hurting me, Lover. It doesn't hurt a woman
to be fucked. Bang me hard. Use me, Jim. Just fuck the shit
out of me and shoot that big load up my pussy."
Picking me up in his arms as if I weighed next to nothing, Jim
put me on my back at the edge of the bed. I moaned in hot
anticipation when he hooked his arms beneath my knees and levered
my legs up and back until my knees were pressed to the bed on
either side of my heaving tits. The position elevated my cunt
into perfect fucking position.
Looking between my raised legs, I saw that monster, engorged,
throbbing male shaft moving toward my cunt. Grasping his huge
sex spike in his hand, Jim moved the head up and down my gushing
slit. Every time it raked over my swollen clit, I gasped with
pleasure and arched my hips higher trying desperately to entice
him to fuck it into me.
Finally, he had his shaft lubricated with my flowing cuntal
juices. Looking down, he grinned and asked, "Ready?"
"FUCK ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
His hips snapped forward driving the big head against my
opening. It stretched me... stretched me some more and then
entered my quivering hole.
"UUNNGGHHHH!"
He pulled back until just the head remained hidden within my
cunt. Then... slowly... pushed his organ back into me.... one
inch... two inches... I started wailing.... three inches...
four.... I was flailing wildly on the bed with intense pleasure.
My cunt erupted in a huge, convulsive orgasm around his dick, and
he wasn't even halfway into me yet.
For five minutes, Jim worked his cock back and forth. With
each thrust, he entered me a little more. When seven inches had
vanished inside my hole, I felt it thud into my womb. He applied
more pressure moving my womb back and the eighth inch of dick
entered me. The walls of my vagina were gripping him like a
vise. Each time he pulled back, the sensation was fantastic. I
came again... even harder than I had the first time.
The contractions of my cunt drove him wild. Pulling all but
three inches out of me, he held my ass and slammed himself into
me. His balls slapped against my ass as his entire length filled
me. My hole was erupting again and again in near continuous
orgasms.
It was more than he could take. Grunting like a bull, Jim
began emptying his balls into my pulsing cunt. Gush after gush
of semen fired into me... filling my hole... he shot in two more
heavy streams and the semen spurted out in spite of my being
tightly plugged by the huge black shaft.
By the time Jim withdrew, Barry was wild to fuck me. He took
Jim's place between my raised legs and drove his cock into my
cum-filled, stretched hole. Being at least an inch and a half
shorter and slimmer than Jim, his entire length raced down my
channel until his balls slapped my ass. Tightening my vaginal
muscles, I squeezed Barry's dick until he was groaning with
masculine pleasure.
"Oh my god! Your cunt feels like a hot vise around my dick,
Allison. Suck the load out of my balls, Honey."
My ass went into overdrive as I fucked my stud hard and deep
squeezing him on every thrust like I was trying to crush his
cock. Leaning over my body, he pushed two fingers up my ass.
Now, it was my turn to groan with hot female pleasure. A few
minutes later, I was shuddering in another climax.
I thought that Barry would finish while mounted on me in
missionary position, but he had something more kinky in mind.
Very quickly, he had my head resting on the floor with my legs up
in the air, knees bent, my heels almost directly over my head.
Spreading his legs far apart and facing away from me, Barry bent
over and drilled his cock straight down into my waiting pussy. I
heard myself gasp and then moan as it disappeared into my vagina
and fucked me hard and fast... each stroke pounding into me like
a jack hammer. I came again... and then again. Finally, Barry's
rod exploded filling me once more with semen.
Sometime while Barry had been fucking me, Marcus arrived. When
my climaxes ebbed and I could once again open my eyes, they were
greeted with the hot sight of another iron-hard, big, black cock.
I was still lying on my back with my legs wide open, my cunt a
stretched, gaping hole leaking a thick river of semen. "Don't
move," the powerful black stud commanded. I remained on my back
but did slowly hump my pussy at him in a lewd invitation. He
stripped quickly. When his briefs came down, a cock thicker than
Jim's and almost as long emerged. "Hi, Allison. I'm Marcus, and
my cock is hard as stone. I'm going to fuck you if you don't
object."
Reaching down, I opened the lips of pussy even wider and
moaned, "Give it to me, Stud!"
Marcus mounted me and rammed his meat into my gushing hole.
Once more, I howled in pleasure, and once more, I surged into an
orgasm after just a few strokes of that huge cock. Since he
hadn't spent hours getting hotter and hotter, Marcus had more
control than either Barry or Jim. He screwed me steadily with
hard, deep strokes that made me explode in climax after climax
until finally, I was babbling incoherently as my legs flailed
wildly in the air.
When Marcus began to ejaculate inside my cunt, I think I must
have passed out because the next thing I was aware of was Marcus
lying on top of me, gasping for breath, as his prick jerked and
twitched inside my vagina. Once more, I felt a thick river of
male semen streaming down my ass crack.
After Marcus pulled his semi-hard shaft out of my pussy, we
rested for awhile, had something to eat and a beer. As we ate,
the three men were all working on me... both breasts were fondled
, my nipples were sucked and twisted, fingers probed my pussy and
ass, and two men took turns rubbing my clitoris until I was again
writhing on the bed as orgasms shook my body.
Naturally, all three men got hard as iron from working on me
and making me climax. Rather than take turns fucking me, they
did me two at a time... one cock in my cunt another inside my
ass. Occasionally, whoever was left out would use my mouth.
By 2 AM, Barry, Jim, and Marcus were all exhausted and totally
unable to produce another erection. I was such a mess by that
time, I just couldn't bring myself to go home to Conrad without
first bathing and cleaning myself. It took me a half hour to do
that so that it was almost 3 AM by the time I got home. As I
drove toward home, I found myself grinning. At the start of the
evening, I had had only two men in my life. Now, at the end of
the evening, that number was up to eight. "A fourfold increase
in one night... not bad," I thought.
My husband was sound asleep by that time, so I just stripped
and crawled into bed beside him and snuggled close. I was asleep
within a couple of minutes.
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Lunch with Kristin:
Needless to say, as soon as my husband awoke the next morning
and found my naked body pressed tightly against his, he took full
advantage of the situation. Being awakened from a sound sleep by
tongue working over your clitoris and two fingers deep inside
your pussy stroking your G-spot, beats hell out of any alarm
clock. When my brain was finally sufficient awake to realize
what was happening, my pussy had already taken control of my
body. I was humping my ass like a hot whore against Conrad's
lips, tongue, and fingers.
"Ooohhh god... yesss! Suck meeeeeeee," I moaned.
"AH! You're finally awake, you delicious slut. Spread your
fucking legs wider! Hump that hot cunt!"
In less than a minute, I was having an orgasm. I wondered if
my husband had already made me cum in my sleep... once? twice?
more? As my vagina erupted, he pushed two fingers into my ass.
Of course, they entered me easily.
"Wide open hot ass," he moaned.
I knew that he knew that I had been ass fucked the previous
night. That erotic thought coupled with his tongue and lips on
my clit got me off a second time... even harder. I needed cock!
"Get on me! Your cock! OOhhhhh god. Your cock! Fuck me with
it. NOW!"
For the next half hour, my wildly excited, iron-cocked husband
fucked the shit out of both my cunt and my ass. Switching back
and forth between my two sex holes, he first ejaculated inside my
pussy, but didn't lose his erection. When he moved to my ass,
his load poured out of my dilated vagina. Back and forth... in
my cunt... in my ass... I came again. Finally, he drove his sex
spike hard into my ass, held my hips in place, and filled me with
his second load.
I never knew when my husband left for work. I was again deep
in a totally exhausted sleep.
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It was almost 11 AM before I got up. I was still sore and
tired, but in spite of that, I felt deliciously alive. After a
light breakfast, I dialed Kristin on my cell phone. She picked
up on the first ring.
"Hi, Slut. It's your sister slut," I said.
"Oh goody... I meant to call you yesterday and forgot. I want
a complete summary of all the sexy things you've been doing and
then I've got a fantastic recommendation for you."
"Sounds erotic. How about lunch at Luigi's again. 12:30 PM
work for you?"
"Absolutely. See ya."
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As I expected, Kristin showed up looking great in a short
skirt, low-cut blouse, and heels. Since I had known that she
would dress hot, I had done the same.
"Mmmmm... looks like you have more than just lunch on your
mind," she said with a knowing grin as she sat down opposite me.
"Look who's talking. The waiter's going to rape you in that
outfit."
"Well, looking at the young waiters they have working here,
that wouldn't be half bad."
At that point, a young waiter who appeared to be no more than
22 came over to take our drink and lunch orders. I was pleased
when he spent as much time checking out my tits as he did
Kristin's. After ordering, Kristin leaned closer. "Ok. Come
on. Out with it. How many guys have you fucked since that
ridiculous night at Jim's. And don't tell me you're still a
faithful wife. There's no way you've stayed pristine pure after
almost getting Barry's gorgeous dick in your pussy only to have
Jim's wife ruin every thing."
I had to laugh at the way Kristin put it. "You really have a
way with words, you awful slut. But you're right. So far, eight
different guys have fucked me. Both Barry and Jim banged me last
night. Jim even invited one of his friends to join us."
"Did he fuck you too?"
"Of course. What do you think he did... just sit there, watch,
and jack off? This guy was a seriously hung, black stud. There
was no way he wasn't going to fuck me."
"Ooohhh, that's so hot. I wish I had been there."
"Then I wouldn't have gotten as much. Now it's your turn. I
want to hear about this fantastic recommendation you have for
me."
"Ok. Remember now, I wasn't sure you had been laid yet, so
I've been on the lookout for a really hot, sexy guy to ring your
bell, Honey. Anyway, last week I met this sinfully handsome, hot
stud. You just fucking won't believe how gorgeous and sexy he
is. I'm telling you, as soon as I saw him, my pussy was already
wet and ready, and he hadn't even spoken to me yet."
"Wow! What's his name? Who is he?"
"His name's Anton. He works as a bartender at the Hilton.
Christ, I'm telling you, Allison, I just wanted to lie down on
the bar and spread my legs right there for him."
"Have you fucked him?"
"Twice. Once that evening and a second time two nights later
at his apartment. I got there around 8 PM, and I swear to god,
his cock was one of my holes almost the entire next four hours.
Except for a few short breaks to eat, drink, or go to the
bathroom, he was fucking me constantly. He must have been inside
me for three and a half hours that night."
"Oh... sooo hot! How many times did he fuck you?"
"He hardly stopped screwing me... he would bang me... fill me
with a huge load ... kiss and fondle me for a few minutes while
he was still inside my pussy and then start fucking me again.
Just again and again and again. He must have shot off 7, 8, 9
times. I don't know. All I really know is that I had at least
15 to 20 orgasms before I had to leave around midnight."
"Big cock? I mean really big?"
"Over 9 inches and thick... I'm talking THICK, Honey. Just an
absolutely huge, gorgeous dick!"
"How come you're sharing this sex god with me? Why aren't you
keeping him for yourself?"
"Believe me, Allison, I would if I could get away every night
or almost every night, but I can't. One or two nights a week is
all I can manage... so that's five or six nights he's available,
if you're interested."
"What time does he work?"
"I believe it's from 2 M to 9 PM, five days a week. He
doesn't work on Sundays or Mondays."
"Ok. Thanks."
"So how are you managing to get away from Conrad without him
catching on?"
"I'm not. I told you that I didn't want to cheat. So I'm
not."
"How are you working that miracle?"
"Simple. I just told my husband that since I'd never had any
man except him while he's fucked 18 different women, I wanted to
start dating."
"Really? And what happened when you laid that on him?"
For the next half hour I told Kristin about my conversation
with Conrad and the options I had given him along with how he had
been handling the situation. "As far as I can tell, he's
accepted the fact that I'm going to be dating other men for
awhile, and he's taken the default option. I tell him when I'm
going to date and when I think I might be home. That's all... no
names, no details, no summaries. We still sleep together.
Conrad fucks me whenever he's in the mood. I cook... we watch
TV... every thing just like before except now instead my reading
a book while he watches sports on TV, I'm out on a date."
"That's amazing."
"I agree. It is. Actually, I'm shocked that he has accepted
it so well. Frankly, I thought he would either demand separate
bedrooms until I stopped dating or ask for a separation. But it
seems to have worked out much better than that."
Kristin remained silent and thoughtful for a bit and then said,
"Can I ask you some very personal questions?"
"Since we went out to get laid together, and you're the one who
opened my eyes, so to speak, I don't see why not. What do you
want to know?"
"Do you give Conrad sloppy seconds? Does he know it?"
"Yes and yes. Except it usually more like sloppy fifths or
more. I give him an option... either sloppy seconds or whatever
or I can shower and clean up first. So far, he's always too hot
for sex to wait for me to clean up."
"Wow! Does he eat you too?"
"Always."
"God! Unbelievable. You're living a wife's dream, Honey. Is
he fucking any other women?"
"I don't think so. I told him he could if he wanted to, but I
don't think he's taken me up on my offer."
"How long are you going to continue this? Forever?"
"No. Of course not. I really don't know. At least until I
decide whether I'd rather be married to someone else or to
Conrad."
"And so far?"
"Well, as I told you, eight different men have fucked me, and
I've enjoyed everyone of them a lot. Can't count the number of
times they made me cum, but none of them are guys I'd give up
Conrad to have. They're just hot fucks... nothing more. So, at
the moment, it's looking like I'll be spending my life married to
Conrad. But, who knows? Anton sounds like a hot piece of ass.
I might want to switch from Conrad to him. We'll see."
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Jonathan McIntire:
It was around 3 PM that afternoon when the phone rang. I
answered on the second ring expecting to hear either my husband's
voice or Barry's. It was neither.
"Hello."
"Hi. Am I speaking with Allison?" a soft male voice said. I
didn't recognize the speaker.
After some hesitation, I responded, "Yes. This is Allison.
With whom am I speaking?"
"This is Jonathan McIntire. We met once before in ... what
shall I say... eh... rather unusual circumstances... very erotic
circumstances at that."
"I'm afraid I'm not following you."
"Would it jog your memory if I told you that at the moment, I'm
looking at your phone number that you wrote on the crotch of your
panties before you gave them to me?"
I had to laugh at that remark. When I gained control again, I
said, "Yes. That does jog my memory. You probably don't believe
me, but that was the first and the only time I've ever done
anything like that in my life."
"Oh but I do believe you. That's precisely why I'm calling.
If you remember, we had a very brief conversation that night.
You told me your first name is Allison, and you also told me that
you had been a totally faithful wife. When I asked if your date
was your husband, you informed me that he was not. Instead, he
was to be only the second man ever to enjoy your sexual favors.
Remember?"
"Vividly. I could hardly forget something like that."
"Did he fuck you later than night?"
"Yes. Six times, if I remember correctly."
"MMMMmmm... Impressive. But considering how beautiful you are,
I'm not surprised that he outdid himself. But let me get to the
point of my call. You suggested that night that you would be
interested in meeting me if I were interested. Well, I'm very
interested."
"Thank you. So when and where do you have in mind?"
"Would you like to just have dinner the first time to get
acquainted?"
"I would love to have dinner with you, but it's not necessary.
You turned me on that night by the open and frank way you stared
at me. You made no secret of the fact that I turned you on and
that you wanted to fuck me. By the time we were ready to leave,
I was just as hot for you."
"You're very open and frank about your desires, Allison. I
thought you might be. So may I be equally frank."
"Please do, Jon."
"Thank you, Allison. As you will learn when we meet, I'm a
very rich and successful business man who owns the controlling
interest in two large companies. I'm divorced, and while I enjoy
business and making money, my real passion is beautiful women
like you, but I have a deep aversion to professionals. Now, in
my business, it is absolutely necessary for me to entertain my
best customers and clients to be certain that I keep and increase
the business they bring to my companies. Am I making myself
clear, Allison?"
"Crystal."
"Good. To do this, I usually arrange parties on my private
yacht. That's the answer to your question of where. As to the
when, it's this coming Friday evening. Are you interested? Are
you free at that time?"
"I'm free. As to whether or not I'm interested, I need to ask
you a couple of questions."
"Yes?"
"Why me? With your financial resources, you could easily hire
as many beautiful call girls as you might need to entertain your
clients."
"A very appropriate question. That's what I usually do, and
it's moderately effective, but no more than that. The problem is
that many of my best customers and associates have the same
aversion toward professionals as I have. I often just recluse
myself to my stateroom during the party or just watch.
Occasionally, if I'm very horny, I will enjoy one of the women.
Some of my guests feel the same way. They appreciate my efforts
and do business with me, but they are not highly impressed.
After all, why should they be? They are all rich and can hire
their own women, if that's what they want."
"I see."
"However, to continue... you are not a professional. Remember
when we had our conversation, I specifically asked if you were a
pro. You said emphatically that you were not. I can assure you
that everyone of my guests will be overwhelmed by you and beside
themselves to enjoy your delicious body. And that includes me.
I would hope that after the party ends, you will spend even more
time on my yacht then and often in the future."
I was silent for awhile. Finally, Jon spoke again.
"I hope you're not offended. If you're not interested in my
proposition, then I would like to see you alone... just the two
of us... not once, but many times. But I just got the feeling
that you would be interested in being the center of attention at
the party this Friday night."
Again, I was silent. This time, Jon waited patiently for my
response. "Where and at what time Friday should I meet you? I
prefer it not to be at my home. I don't want my husband to see
you or know who you are."
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A Hot Date with Hubby:
I spent the next three evenings at home with Conrad. Each day
after we had eaten dinner, he asked me if I had a date for that
evening.
"Why do you keep asking me that, Conrad? I told you that I
would always tell you when I was going out on a date. You don't
need to keep asking me."
"I'm sorry. It's just hard for me not to ask, you know.
That's something that most husbands never have to worry or ask
about."
"Maybe you would be more comfortable with and find one of the
other options I gave you more enjoyable? With the default
option, you get very little information. There is another
choice, you know."
"Yeah, I know. The one where tell me anything and everything
about your dates that I'd like to know. You even suggested that
to make it even more erotic, you would tell me all the hot
details while we're fucking."
"Yes... that's the one. Would you like to switch to that
rather than stick with the default option?"
"I'll let you know if I change my mind. Tell me, Allison, is
there any chance that I could get a hot date with you tonight?"
"Of course! If I haven't already made a date with someone
else, I'd love to go out with you. You'll find I've turned into
a really hot, sexy date. What do you propose?"
"I want to take you to a hot strip club where we can dance and
I can show off my sexy wife. Have you already lost interest?
Does that disgust you?"
"Hardly! I wish you had suggested this years ago."
"Good, but I'm not finished. I want you to wear something hot.
No... that's not what I want. What I really want is for you to
wear something obscene. So outrageous that you have to wear a
coat over your outfit until we get inside the club."
My husband hadn't kissed me or even touched me, but he already
had me blazing hot. I could feel my vagina seeping and my clit
beginning to swell. "Are you sure, Honey? What if I get
arrested?"
"Then I'll bail you out and pay the fine, whatever it is, but
at this club, I'm sure you won't be arrested."
Slowly, I opened my legs and flashed my panties at my husband.
I hadn't done that in a long time... too long. Standing up, I
moved over and gave him an open-mouth, hot kiss as I squeezed his
cock. He was already hard! I loved it.
"You go put on a pair of tight jeans and tight shirt. Leave
your shirt open halfway down your chest. And I don't want to
find any shorts or briefs underneath later on. Now, I'm going to
my bedroom. You stay out... understand! I have to get ready for
a hot date tonight."
It took me 15 minutes to decide what outrageous outfit I was
going to wear for my husband. Finally, I decided to give him
exactly the type of thing he had requested. After laying the few
items I was going to wear on the bed, I showered, did my makeup,
perfumed all the important places men like, not counting my pussy
since men like the natural aroma of cunt much better than any
perfume, and selected a dangling black necklace as my only
jewelry. With all that done, I put on my outfit, which comprised
thigh-high, patterned, black stockings, a pair of platform, black
shoes with straps and five-inch heels, a red G-string and
matching halter, and finally a pair of matching red gloves.
When I looked in my full-length mirror and saw my reflection, I
almost chickened out, but then thought, "What the hell... this is
what my husband wants... so this is what he gets. Let him be the
one to chicken out." The halter just barely covered my nipples
and a little of my tits. The G-string covered little more than a
small triangle at my crotch. Of course, it left my ass totally
naked since the strap was concealed between my ass cheeks.
When I returned to our living room and struck a seductive pose
in the doorway, Conrad's mouth fell open. He opened his mouth to
speak, but the only sound that came out was a mixture of a groan
and a strangled gasp. "This what you had in mind, Honey? Come
on. I'll get a coat to wear so I won't be arrested before we get
to the club, and I'm ready."
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When Conrad pulled our car into the parking lot of "The Hot
Spot", I had a moment of uneasiness. I hoped none of the men
there would let my husband know that I had been there previously
with Barry and Jim. I really didn't want anyone telling him that
I had given three guys lap dances and let all three of them fuck
me.
The place was again crowded, but again, we had no problem
finding a table. As soon as the manager saw me in my G-string
and halter outfit, he came over and personally escorted us to a
table near both the dance floor and the stage. When he was close
enough for me to whisper to him without Conrad hearing me, I
asked him to not to let my husband know I had been here before.
His whispered response reassured me.
"Allison, that is something that is never done at 'The Hot
Spot'. Any employee doing that is fired immediately. Any
customer shooting off his mouth is barred from the club."
As the manager pulled my chair out for me, we both noticed that
Conrad's full attention was on the stage where a gorgeous woman
was grinding her ass and displaying her pussy to all the men
crowded around the front of the stage.
"Gorgeous isn't she," the manager said to Conrad. "I'm Mason,
the manager of The Hot Spot. Please let me know if you need
anything." My husband nodded, and Mason continued. "Your lady
is even more gorgeous than the woman on the stage. The two of
you just entered, but I'm sure you're aware that she has the
attention of every man in the place. Would you consider allowing
her to dance on the stage? If so, there will be no charge for
anything you order, and the cover charge will be waived. I might
also mention that she will surely receive several hundred in
tips. Those are hers to keep."
I could see my husband's erection growing inside his pants. "I
don't know," he responded. "I guess that's up to Allison." He
turned to me without asking the obvious question.
For a brief moment, I considered playing the role of the shy,
coy wife and saying that I could never strip naked in front of a
huge crowd like this. But I quickly discarded that idea and
thought, "My husband wants sexy and obscene... Ok... let's give
him sexy and obscene."
Aloud, I smiled at Mason and said, "I'd love to dance. It's
always been a secret fantasy of mine to be a hot stripper getting
a lot of men hard and hot. Do you think I'll be able to get all
these jaded men hard, Mason?" I asked as I pushed my tits closer
to him.
His response was perfect. "Well, I'm probably more jaded than
any other man here, Allison, and you already have my cock hard, I
would say that there probably won't be a soft dick in the
audience when you dance. After Lorraine finishes, we usually
have a 20-minute break before the next dancer takes the stage.
I'll arrange for you to be next. So, you'll be on in about 30
minutes."
"How long should I take to dance and strip?"
"As long as you like, but I suggest the most effective time is
about 15 minutes. Five minutes to strip and then 10 more minutes
to display your body and turn the men on... but it's up to you.
Don't take more than ... say 25 minutes."
While we waited for my turn on the stage, Conrad took me out
onto the dance floor. From the rear, it looked to those around
us like I was naked except for my stockings and heels. My
husband's hands were all over me, particularly on my ass. When
he pulled my ass cheeks apart to allow all the surrounding men to
see the tiny G-string strap that failed to conceal my asshole, I
felt his cock contract in a hard spasm against my mound.
"This is really turning you on, isn't it, Honey?" I whispered.
"Your cock feels like a steel rebar against me."
"I can't ever remember being this turned on," he groaned. "I
may cum in my pants."
"I'd rather you take it out and cum inside me."
"I would be arrested," he protested.
"No way. My guess is that a thousand women a year are fucked
some where in this club."
My husband's dick jerked against me even harder. Once more, he
spread my ass cheeks and kneaded my buttocks on the now crowded
dance floor.
My body suddenly jerked slightly, and a soft groan came from my
lips. "What's wrong?" my husband asked.
"Nothing's wrong," I hissed in his ear. "Some guy behind me
was sliding his fingers up and down between my ass cheeks that
you so thoughtfully spread for him... he just pushed a finger
into me, and it's still inside me."
"We'll move."
"NO! Don't move. Just think how erotic this is. You're
dancing with your nearly naked wife while some unknown guy is
finger fucking her ass.... Oooohhh, Honey... he's really in deep
now. AAaahhhh."
Instead of moving away, Conrad now pushed us closer to the
couple behind me. The finger sank all the way into me. "OOohhh
god... he's all the way into my ass now, Honey."
We had stopped dancing and were just moving our bodies about in
time to the music. "He's pumping me, Honey... he's fucking my
ass." I hissed in my husband's ear. "Aaaahhhh... he's pushing
another finger into meeee.... uunnghhh... two fingers are in my
ass now."
I saw Conrad smiling at the woman dancing with the guy who was
fingering my ass. A moment later, his mouth pressed close to my
ear, and he whispered, "She knows he's finger fucking your ass,
Honey."
"Can you reach her ass," I groaned as the fingers moved faster
in and out of me.
"No... she's too far away."
"Ask them to join us. You can finger fuck her while I'm
dancing... hell, you can fuck her with that hard cock if you
want."
I didn't think my husband had the nerve to do it, but I was
shocked when I heard him saying, "Your boyfriend is about to make
my wife cum. Why don't the two of you join us at our table.
Allison's going to strip on the stage next. We can all play
while she entertains the crowd."
"Oh, that's so sexy," the woman answered. "Can we, Honey. You
can play with her at the table while her sexy husband does me.
Then, while she strips, you can both do me."
A deeper male voice then said, "Let's go!" A minute later, we
were all seated at our table. Mary and I sat side-by-side with
Conrad to Mary's right and Lennard to my left. I couldn't tell
what my husband was doing with Mary, but Lennard had his fingers
up my pussy and on my clit 10 seconds after we had sat down.
I was getting very close to an orgasm when Mason came over and
interrupted us. "It's time for you to take the stage, Allison.
If you'll follow me, I'll take you back stage where you can fix
your makeup or whatever."
Turning to Lennard, I whispered, "Sorry, Honey. Got to go.
You're terrific. Now help my husband take care of Mary while I
go do a hot strip."
I followed Mason back stage where he quickly pulled me into his
arms and kissed me while his hands explored my ass and tits. "We
don't have time right now, but after you dance, I want to fuck
you."
"Maybe," I said seductively. A minute later, Mason's voice
came over the intercom announcing me. "Ladies and Gentlemen, one
of the gorgeous ladies here tonight with her husband has always
fantasized about stripping. This will be her first effort, so
let's give her a warm welcome and a typical Hot Spot
encouragement. Here's ALLISON!"
A roar of applause, shouts, and wolf whistles greeted me as I
walked onto the stage, swinging my ass as I moved. The fact that
I was almost naked at the start, had the men around the stage
screaming. Moving quickly to the edge of the stage, I moved back
and forth humping my ass in hot fuck motions. On the second
trip, I bent over and shook my dangling tits.
"How big are those huge tits?" came one shout. "Hell, forget
how big they are... just take'em out," came a second shout.
After that, a steady chant rose urging me to expose my tits. The
chant became a roar when I pulled aside my halter, bent over, and
shook my naked tits in front of several men. Before I could move
away, three hands had coped a feel of my boobs.
Once more, I made the circuit of the stage's front stopping
every few steps to hump my ass and display my tits for the men.
On the way back, I squatted with my legs wide open in front the
men.
I could feel my pussy throbbing beneath the tiny G-string.
Cuntal juices were seeping out of my hole soaking the small
triangle of cloth. After making a full circuit and starting
back, a woman in the crowd screamed, "Pull that damn G-string
aside. Show these randy studs that hot cunt of yours, Honey!"
Immediately, another chant started: "Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Show us
the Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!"
I was far too hot to resist. My fingers moved to the G-string
and jerked it aside exposing my wet, pulsing hole. On the next
pass, each time I squatted in front of the men, they were
starting right into the depths of my pussy. I knew I was about
to have an orgasm.
On the second trip, I squatted and spread in front of a woman.
She wasn't nearly as shy as the women. Immediately, she pushed
two fingers into my gushing pussy and rubbed my swollen clit with
her thumb. "The hot Bitch is about to cum," she announced to the
crowd. That did it! My clit and vagina erupted in hard, spastic
contractions bringing a groan from my lips. "SHE'S CUMMING!"
the woman screamed. After that, each time I spread in front of
the men, someone slipped a finger into my hole.
As my time on the stage approached 15 minutes, the men started
yelling at me to show my ass. "ASS... ASS... ASS... ASS!" they
all screamed. I was far too hot to even consider not showing
them my ass. On the next couple of trips, instead of squatting,
I turned onto my knees and thrust my ass right at the men.
Before I completed the second trip, several fingers had explored
my ass hole and a couple either rubbed my clit or entered my
pussy. I was close to another climax.
For my finale, I laid down right in the center of the stage,
hiked my legs high in the air and pulled my knees back toward my
tits. The position totally exposed both my cunt and ass holes.
As the men clapped and screamed, I pushed two fingers into my
cunt and rubbing my clitoris furiously. It only took me 20
seconds or so to explode in a huge orgasm. When I pulled my
fingers out, I squirted twice into the air. At this point,
several dozen more bills were thrown onto the stage.
After gathering up my tips, being certain to bend at the waist
each time, I bowed once more to the audience and made my exit.
Mason was waiting for me as soon as I left the stage. "Quick.
I know your husband is waiting. Just bend over the couch. As
hot as we both are, it won't take long for us both to cum." It
didn't even occur to me to resist. My pussy was on fire. As
soon as I bent over, Mason moved me into the best position with
his hands on my hips and nailed his rigid shaft into soaked
pussy.
"AAAAhhhhhhhhhhh... YES! OOOHH God! I'm already cumming!" I
hissed in hot pleasure.
Mason continued to pump me until my orgasm ebbed slightly.
When it did, he jerked his dick out of my cunt and drove it into
my ass. Four of his seven inches sank into me on the his first
thrust. He grunted, pulled back, and hammered all seven inches
of dick into me. Frantically, my fingers searched out my
engorged, throbbing clit and worked as he fucked my ass. Just as
he had predicted, we were both convulsing in orgasm in no more
than two minutes.
As soon as Mason pulled his cock out, I stepped into my
G-string and adjusted my halter over my tits. When I went back
to the front of the club, Conrad was waiting for me. "Shall we
go," he asked. I could see why he wanted to go. His pants were
hugely tented by his throbbing erection. My husband obviously
wanted to fuck me.
"Ok. Let me put my coat on."
"No Way! I want to take you out to the car just as you are,
you sexy witch."
"Well?" I asked after we had gotten into our car.
"Well what?"
"Did you fuck Mary?"
"No. I couldn't?"
"Why not? I gave you permission."
"I might have but I got so hot watching that incredibly slutty
strip you did, I shot off in my pants. After that, I was just
too embarrassed to ask Mary for sex. She would have seen what
had happened."
"So what. She would have loved it."
"Probably, but I wanted you, not her."
"I'm all yours, Honey. Want to fuck me in the back seat right
here in the parking lot. You can if you want to."
"No. I want you in bed. Did anyone hit on you tonight?"
"Of course they did. The way I was dressed and after I did
that obscene strip, there was no way they weren't going to hit on
me."
"Really? When?"
"One guy asked me for sex while I was back stage waiting to
dance, and after I had left the stage, three more men told me
they wanted to fuck me. I told them my date was waiting for me
and I didn't have time. Now come on, Lover. Drive. Get us home
so you can take care of my slutty pussy."
Conrad fucked me three times that night and again the next
morning. If he noticed Mason's cum load inside my cunt, he
didn't say anything."
==========================
Yacht Party:
After dinner on Thursday, I told my husband that he would be on
his own Friday evening as I had a date starting at 2 PM. He
showed no anger or even mild displeasure. All he said was, "Do
you know what time you'll be home?"
"No, I don't. I'm pretty certain it will be sometime Saturday.
If it's more than that, I'll call you on your cell phone on
Saturday."
"You mean you might be out all weekend?"
"It's possible. At the latest, I'll be home Sunday afternoon."
---------------------------------------------------
Conrad left for work on Friday morning after once again telling
me to be careful. I spent the morning getting ready. I bathed,
douched, lubricated my anus and colon, did my make up, and
selected a set of outfits to wear during the weekend with Jon.
At 1:50 PM, I parked my car at the Hilton and entered the lobby
to wait for Jon. Several men checked me out in my red, low-cut
and short dress. One man approached me and asked if I would have
a drink with him at the bar.
"I would, but I'm waiting for my lover, Honey. Maybe next
time."
"Story of my life," he said ruefully. "Anyway... have fun."
I gave him a warm smile. He was obviously very disappointed as
he walked away, but I felt great. I just hoped Jon would like
the way I looked as much as that guy had.
At precisely 2 PM, a nice-looking, trim man in his late 30's
entered the lobby. When he drew closer, I recognized him as the
man I had briefly met several weeks before when I was out with
Martin on my first date since marrying Conrad. He also
recognized me.
"Wow! You're even more gorgeous than I remembered, Allison.
Shall we go? I have a full day planned for us."
I took Jon's arm and let me lead me out of the lobby. Parked
right in front of the entrance being guarded by the bell captain
was an unbelievable 2010 Lamborghini Murcielago. The automobile
literally took my breath away. I had never seen such a gorgeous
car.
"Oh my god! Is this your car?"
"Yes. I can see you like it. That's great. I hope to show
you a lot of things that will take your breath away this weekend,
Allison." He opened the door and watched as I slid into the
front passenger seat. When I did so, my dress rode high on my
thighs. I made no effort to pull it down.
"Your legs put this car to shame for beauty, Allison. Does it
turn you on to be riding in such a powerful, beautiful driving
machine?"
"Oh yes... I've never paid much attention to cars, but this is
something else. It makes me wet to sit here."
"And seeing your beautiful legs and cleavage makes me hard...
so it's a fair trade, don't you think?"
"Are you really hard already?"
"Feel."
Reaching across the seat, I wrapped my hand around his shaft...
or I should say, I gripped his shaft. There was no way I could
possibly get my hand around it. It was like a beer car... thick
and hard. My vagina throbbed. "Oohhh," I moaned softly.
"That's even more exciting than this car."
"You know just what to say to make a man feel good, Allison.
Ready?"
"Oh yes!"
As the powerful car surged forward driving me back against the
plush leather seats, my pussy throbbed again spurting into my
panties. "OOOohhhhh," I heard myself moan. Riding in this car
was like an intense sexual experience.
"I'm driving a fantastic car with an equally fantastic woman
beside me... I love it! Take your breasts out ... all the way
out, Allison."
"Whatever you say, Jon. But wouldn't you really prefer to have
me take out my 36D tits rather than my breasts? Breasts are to
feed babies... big tits are for men."
"Good point! Take your big tits out!" Opening the top of my
dress, I removed my tits and pulled my shoulders back to thrust
them forward.
It was a 30-minute drive to Jon's estate, and estate is the
right word. The huge home was as beautiful and as exotic as the
Lamborghini. Once we were inside, Jon moved behind me. His arms
circled my shoulders as his hands captured my still naked tits.
I leaned back against him and enjoyed the luscious feel of his
knowing hands cupping, squeezing, hefting them. When he pulled
and twisted my nipples just enough to cause a tinge of pain, a
hot groan escaped my lips. His fingers squeezed both nipples
causing my vagina to pulse.
"Oh, Honey. You're driving me crazy. Do more... more," I
moaned.
"Soon...soon, but right now, it's your turn. Take out my cock,
Allison. I want you to learn to deep throat me."
"You don't think I can?"
"No. But I'm sure you will learn."
Kneeling in front of him, I opened his pants and, together with
his briefs, pulled both down his thighs. His hugely thick prick
thrust toward my face. Somewhere between seven and eight inches,
I had recently had several pricks longer than Jon's, but none...
absolutely none... as thick. It was like a beer car or even
bigger. When I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers lacked at
least an inch of being able to touch.
"Oh Jon," I gasped. "I think you're right. It's going to take
some practice for me to learn to take this thing down my throat.
You're just fucking huge!"
"Suck as much as you can, Allison, and then jack off the rest."
After several tries, I had almost half of Jon's monster dick in
my mouth. The big head was pressing against my throat, but I
couldn't take any more of it. What I could get into my mouth, I
sucked hard as my tongue slid over the pulsing head and around
his cock ridge. At the same time, I did as Jon had ordered and
jacked off the base of his cock.
"MMMM... Oh yeah, Allison. That's good. You're already taking
more than most women can even after practicing for weeks. Jack
me faster, Baby. Get me ready to shoot but don't take me over
the edge."
I sucked Jon's dick for almost five minutes before my legs got
tired. Pulling over to a chair, I sat down and continued to suck
and jack him. After another five minutes, I could feel his rod
jerking and pulsing. He was getting ready to explode his load.
I stopped.
"Not this time. Later. I want my first load to fill your
pussy. But first, I want to take some pics of you. Are you Ok
with that? You have my word that no one else will see them."
"Whatever you like, Jon. You can even show them to your
friends if you like, but please don't post them on the internet
where my husband or his friends might see them."
After getting his expensive digital camera set up, he said,
"Pull up your dress, Allison. Show me your panties... Slide you
fingers into the top just a little."
"Allison, you're just gorgeous... sensuous beyond words. You
won't believe how many times I'm going to fuck you this weekend.
Now, pull the panties aside so I can see your cunt."
"I love your shaved pussy and your big clit, Honey. I can tell
that when I suck it, you're going to go wild. Turn around and
bend over. Show me your hot ass. Keep your panties pulled aside
so your cunt shows too."
"You lubricated your asshole and colon before you left home,
didn't you, you hot, luscious slut."
"I did... I wanted to be ready for you."
"Are you ready for me?"
"Oh yesssss... you can fuck me anytime you want... as much as
you want."
"Get down on the floor on your knees. Spread your legs wide
open and arch your ass as if you're waiting for a man to mount
you."
"Are you ready to be fucked, Allison?"
"Please... do it to me," I moaned.
"Get up and bend over the counter, Allison. Arch your ass
high."
My tits were hanging out of the top of my dress, and the hem
was up around my waist as I bent over the counter, spread my feet
far apart, and waited. Jon held me about the waist and pushed
his huge cock against my pussy.
"AAaahhhhhhh! Oooooohhh... ggghhaaaa!"\
I felt my pussy lips being forced inward as the large cap on
Jon's cock worked its way into my opening. I groaned helplessly
when my labia spread wider and wider until the cock head burst
into my vagina. The thick shaft started inward, stretching the
walls of my pussy more than they had ever been stretched. The
further in he pushed his dick, the more my vagina was forced to
expand to accommodate its girth. The friction being exerted
against my clit and G-spot was fantastic. Again and again, my
clitoris and vagina contracted in hard, sensuous spasms ripping a
loud cry of sheer ecstasy from my lips.
Jon managed to get five inches of his massively thick shaft
into me on the first thrust. Pulling back, he squirted some
lubricating astroglide on his cock and drove it back into my
waiting cunt. This time, his entire length entered me and
thudded hard against my cervix.
Once he was fully buried inside my pussy, Jon fucked me hard,
his body hammering against mine with each thrust. Suddenly,
without warning, I hit a peak in which my entire body arched and
shuddered uncontrollably. I screamed... then I howled... as the
orgasm raced up the length of my tightly plugged pussy.
"I'm cumming... oh god, Jon. I'm cumming so fucking hard!
Shoot in me. Fill me, Lover. Cum in my cunt!"
"This first time, I prefer your ass." Slowly, he pulled his
thick organ out of my still throbbing vagina. As his cock exited
my pussy, two of his fingers pressed into my rectum, thrusting
and pumping me at a steady rate. I couldn't keep from shoving my
ass back against his probing hand.
My vagina and clit were still twitching in the aftermath of my
intense orgasm. As the fingers moved back and forth inside my
ass, I felt myself rising toward another peak. When Jon slowed
the motion of his fingers, I pushed my buttocks back to force
them into me even deeper. In moments, I was literally fucking my
ass on his fingers.
I heard myself moaning again. I moaned even louder when he
removed his fingers from my ass. "No... don't stop," I groaned.
"Put them back inside me... please."
Jon responded, but instead of his fingers, I felt his cock
pressing against my anus. Using his hands to spread my cheeks,
his cock head pressed hard against my anal opening... working
back and forth. I tried to relax as Jon squirted more lubricant
onto his cock and my hole.
Once again, I felt his cock demanding entrance. His hands held
me steady. He pushed harder and my sphincter opened to his thick
shaft allowing his cock to enter me. Taking quick advantage, he
forced two inches of dick into my rectum. I grunted with the
incredible feeling of fullness.
Working his cock in and out, Jon stretched my rectum until the
first three inches of his cock were moving smoothly inside my
ass. His hand spread my buttocks even wider... his pulled all
but an inch of his cock out of me ... and then his powerful hips
drove it back into my depths. I let out a loud howl of pleasure
mixed with pain.
"OOOOhhhh god, Jon. You're too big... It's just huge... Go
easy, Baby. Never had anything this big and thick in my ass
before."
For five minutes, Jon worked his cock deeper into my back
passage... stretching my anus into a huge hole. When six inches
were inside me, the pain began to fade completely to be replaced
with incredibly erotic sensations like I had never felt before.
The feeling of fullness and pressure had me writhing in ecstasy.
Once Jon's cock was fully buried, he pressed it deep and held
it there while his fingers stroked my swollen, erect clitoris
making me gasp repeatedly. Finally, he began to fuck me.
Slowly, his organ slipped out of my back passage until only the
head remained. He paused and again pushed forward. I sobbed
with pleasure as his cock sank back into my ass. He squirted
some more astroglide on his dick and plunged it back into me
harder. Soon, he was fucking me like a jack hammer. My body
shuddered, shook. I came hard, screaming every time my ass
throbbed about his huge dick.
In the middle of my orgasm, Jon pulled his dick halfway out of
my ass and just held it there, motionless. Frantically, I humped
up from the counter and swallowed the rest of his organ with my
ass. A moment later, I wasn't being ass fucked so much as I was
fucking Jon's cock with my ass.
"OOohhh god... I'm about to cum again, Jon. Please. Fuck me.
Fuck me hard!" I begged.
Holding me against the counter with a hand between my shoulder
blades, he started thrusting into me vigorously. The erotic
squishing sounds his thick shaft made every time it entered the
cylinder of my ass filled the room. My excitement rose higher
and higher until it felt like my body was just going to explode.
When I heard Jon grunting and felt his cock throbbing inside me
as he prepared to shoot, a shuddering, loud scream erupted from
my lips. My upper body arched backwards as my legs straightened
arching my ass against Jon's ramming piston. He moaned and then
growled as his balls spewed their load into my butt.
-----------------------------------------
After a short rest, we stripped each other and cuddled together
caressed each other. Finally, we got up and prepared a light
lunch and then took a refreshing dip in his huge pool.
Jon didn't allow me to enjoy the water very long, of course,
He was just too anxious to get his cock back into my wet, and now
very eager, pussy. Leading me to the day bed beside the
bathhouses, Jon laid down on his back, grinned at me, and said,
"It's your turn to be on top, Allison. Get on my dick and fuck
me good, Honey."
When I lowered my pussy over his huge dick and felt it
stretching my vagina wide once again, I sighed in hot female
pleasure as I let my hips sink downward forcing his sex spike up
my pussy. I rode my stud hard, and he hammered his dick up into
my descending vagina even harder. In moments, I was cumming and
screaming.
He laughed at my uncontrolled pleasure. "The neighbors are all
going to know that I'm fucking you, Allison."
"I don't care! Fuck me harder with that huge dick!"
"I don't care either," he growled as he jack hammered his cock
into me.
"GGGHHHHAAAAA... FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! I'M CUMMING!"
As soon as my orgasm had abated, Jon rose to his feet while
keeping my cunt impaled on his iron-hard, massive cock. It was
really a feat of strength. Bouncing me on his cock as if I
weighed almost nothing, he carried me into the bedroom where he
bounced me even harder until I was shaking in another orgasm.
Lying down on the bed, he again ordered me ride him, but this
time in reverse position. For the next ten minutes, we fucked
like rabbits until we both had screaming orgasms. This time, it
was my throbbing pussy that received his huge cum load.
--------------------------------------------------
At 5 PM, Jon said it was time for me to get ready for the party
on his yacht. "It starts around 6:30 PM, so you've got an hour
to get ready. Wear something hot, but don't worry too much about
exactly what outfit to wear. I doubt that you'll be wearing it
very long."
After taking a long bath, I once again lubed myself and fixed
my makeup. It took only a few minutes to select a simple white
halter, tiny red, patterned skirt with matching heels, and a pair
of black, bikini panties as my outfit. The halter would come
open with a single pull, and the skirt would present to problems
for the guests. They could screw me with it on or take it off...
whatever. I thought about not wearing the panties, but in the
end I wore them because over the last month, I had discovered
that men really like taking a woman's panties off.
The drive to Jon's large yacht took about twenty minutes. When
we arrived, two crew members carried our luggage on board, and
Jon gave me a tour of his spacious yacht. Like his automobile
and his mansion, his yacht was lavishly furnished and just
gorgeous.
"The party's going to being on deck as soon as we're well away
from shore. We'll party until dark and then have dinner. You
can change into a different outfit for the evening while the crew
prepares the meal. When we're done, we're going to play some
poker. When any guest gets tired of the game, you can entertain
him in one of the bedrooms. Any questions?"
"What about those sexy crew members? Are they going to join
us?"
"No way. Remember, it's first names only."
The guests began arriving around shortly before 6:30 PM. By
6:45, all six guests were on board. As heads of companies and
large business enterprises, I had expected them to be much
older... probably in their 50's or early 60's. I was surprised
and pleased when they turned out to be much younger. Three of
the men looked to be in their late 30s, two more in their 40's,
while the oldest was certainly no more than 55. I had never been
fucked by anyone older than 40 and found the thought rather
erotic.
After greeting all his guests and introducing me as a
"beautiful addition to his company", Jon announced that everyone
was on board and gave the crew instructions to cast off. They
moved efficiently, and we were on our way in no more than five
minutes.
As soon as we were underway, the party started. The younger
men were somewhat shy, but Kent, who Jon later told me was 53,
was far more experienced and confident. When he introduced
himself, his hands roamed over my ass. I moved closer to let him
know that I welcomed his touch. He grinned and moved his hand
under my short skirt.
"You're a welcome change from what we usually see at business
parties, Allison."
"Oh? Really? Frankly, I've been worried that I wouldn't be
nearly as beautiful as the exotic women Jon usually has around."
"You're every bit as gorgeous, but the best part is that you're
not a pro. Jon tells us that you're married, and that your
husband knows you date, but nothing else. Is that right?"
"Yes. Does that disgust you?"
"Hardly! There's nothing more erotic and sensuous than a
married woman. All I've done is touch your ass, and you've
already gotten me hard as stone."
Since had no hesitation about feeling me up, I decided to
return the favor. My hand dropped to his crotch and stroked the
hard shaft beneath his pants. "MMmmm... you're not kidding.
It's hard. Really hard."
At that point, Marvin and Stan joined us. Stan appeared to be
about 45 while Marvin was maybe 38. "She's already got me hard,"
Kent informed the other men.
"Is she wearing any panties?" Marvin asked.
"Why don't you check it out for yourself, Marvin," I suggested.
"Great suggestion!" Instantly, Marvin and Stan each slipped a
hand beneath my skirt.
With three hands now roaming over my panties, and another
beneath them stroking my slit, it didn't take long for male
fingers to hook into the waistband and pull my panties down my
thighs. When my panties were bunched at mid-thigh, Pierre
approached and hefted my tits. "Nice rack," he commented. "How
big are they?"
"36D," I moaned as I now had male fingers stroking my slit, my
clit, and sliding in and out of my lubricated ass.
"It looks to me like all I have to do is open this one button
and your halter will come off," Pierre said with a grin.
"That's the idea," I hissed as my ass undulated under the
stroking hands. Pierre opened that one button with one smooth
motion and my halter fell away from my tits. Kent assisted by
pulling the halter off my shoulders while Stan and Marvin
finished removing my panties. When I stepped out of them, I saw
them disappear into Stan's pocket.
"Gorgeous tits," Pierre said softly while he cupped them and
stroked my hard nipples.
"Yeah... a hot cunt too," Stan added as his fingers probed me.
"Put your heel up on the chair, Allison, so we can get a better
look at your pussy," Wayne ordered. With fingers inside my
pussy and ass, I didn't even consider refusing.
Surrounded by five men, I stood unmoving as they explored my
body. Wayne and Marvin were hefting my tits and sucking my
nipples. Both Kent and Stan were busy fingering my pussy...
stretching and working my clitoris at the same time. I couldn't
keep my ass still... particularly not with Pierre now sliding two
fingers in and out of me.
These men appeared to have practiced exciting a woman like this
many times. Their fingers moved over and inside my body in
concert. When Kent and Stan pulled their fingers from my seeping
vagina, Pierre would sink his deeper into my back passage. I
moaned as they worked my body.
Finally, I gasped, "I'm about to cum. If you want me to cum
the first time on your cocks, you need to stop... I can't hold
back much longer."
The men nodded, and one-by-one, their hands and fingers left my
body. Up to this point Norman had been left out of the fun. He
had removed his clothes while watching the other men work me into
a sexual frenzy. Now, he moved forward and presented his hard
six-inch cock. "Suck me, Allison," he commanded. I bent at the
waist and sucked his organ into my mouth.
As Norman pumped his dick in and out of my mouth, one of the
other men pulled my hand onto his now naked cock and told me to
jack him while I sucked. It took me a moment to get into a
rhythm where I could both suck and jack off the two men at the
same time. It became even more difficult, when a third cock was
slowly pushed into my ass.
"OOOMMMPPPFFF!" The sounds coming from me were garbled and
unintelligible, which wasn't surprising since my mouth was filled
with a hard cock. As the cock inside my ass pushed deeper, my
free hand moved automatically to my clit and pussy. Very
quickly, both the cock and my fingers were fully buried inside my
holes.
Suddenly, Norman groaned, "Ooohh god... her mouth's like a
suction pump. Can't hold it.... gonna cum! Get ready, Allison."
I grunted and nodded to indicate he could shoot it in anytime
he wanted.
"OOOohhhh FUCK! Here it comes!" Norman's first load just
exploded into my mouth. Again and again, his prick pumped thick
gushes of semen into me. Halfway through, he jerked his dick out
of my mouth and jacked it hard. "Keep your fucking mouth wide
open!" he screamed. I opened as far as I could as the remainder
of Norman's load splattered over my face and lips.
As Norman's orgasm ebbed, the cock in my hand pulled away...
obviously not wanting to shoot his first load onto the deck. The
guy fucking my ass, however, had no intention of pulling his cock
out of me until he had emptied his balls. Again and again, he
drove his dick into my hole. I tightened my sphincter around his
shaft bringing grunts of hot masculine pleasure from his lips.
He was too hot to last long. Within a couple of minutes, I felt
him shooting jet after jet of thick semen into my butt.
When Stan pulled his spent rod out of my ass, Wayne and Pierre
put me on my back and pulled my legs all the way back to expose
my stretched and cum-filled asshole.
"Damn, Stan. You must has shot a pint of cum into her. The
load's already seeping out of her butt," Wayne yelled. The other
men crowded around to check it out.
The sight had Marvin, Pierre, Wayne, and Kent all rock-hard and
wild to get into me. Not wishing to play favorites, I had them
all line up. Kneeling in front of them, I sucked them all in
turn. As my mouth moved from one hard cock to the next, I kept
both hands working on the cock my mouth had just left and the one
I would be sucking next.
I sucked each cock for about 30 seconds before moving on to the
next throbbing rod. It didn't take long before I had all four
men right on the edge. Their cocks were all jerking and
throbbing as they got closer to cumming. Pulling back, I gasped
for breath and asked, "Do all of you want to cum this way?"
Marvin and Wayne shook their heads. "We don't get enough time
in your mouth with you trying to do all four of us at the same
time. Get Pierre and Kent off this way. We'll do your pussy or
ass when you finish them."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Pierre agreed.
"Ok. You two watch and stay hard and ready while I take care
of your friends." I got Pierre and Kent side-by-side and began
to suck both their cocks. Saliva dripped from their balls as I
took them one after the other all the way down my throat.
Switching back and forth, they each fucked my mouth and throat as
my hands gripped their ass cheeks and pulled them as far down my
throat as they could go.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Norman and Stan
were again hard. The two of them along with Marvin and Wayne
edged closer and jacked off as they watched me suck. Pierre was
groaning as he pumped his big eight-inch dick all the way down my
throat.
When I knew that Pierre was about to ejaculate, I switched
immediately to Kent's throbbing shaft. I didn't have to do any
work with him. Every time I returned to his dick, he rose up
over me, held my head back with both hands, and rammed his seven
inches all the way down my throat in hard, rapid fuck strokes
that had me moaning about his pulsing dick. I treated Kent
exactly as I did Pierre. As soon as I knew that he was about to
pump his load into my throat, I jerked away and returned to
Pierre's eager cock.
After switching back and forth between the men several times,
they were both begging me to let them cum. "Oh shit, you hot
bitch. Let me cum," Kent begged. Pierre echoed the same, "Fuck!
You're driving me crazy, Allison. Finish me! Damn you! FINISH
ME!"
When I knew that both men had reached the absolute limit of
their endurance and their patience, I gave them both ten seconds
of deep throat and then knelt with my mouth wide open and my
tongue out.
"Ok, you hot Bastards. Cream my face and tits. Shoot your
loads into my mouth hole and all over me. You first Kent!" With
their cocks right on the verge of exploding, they were in no
position to argue. Kent moved close, aimed his dick right at my
open mouth, jerked it hard several times, and unloaded six or
seven huge volleys of sperm-filled semen into my mouth and all
over my lips, tongue, and face. Long strands of cum were
swinging from my chin when he finally finished.
As soon as Kent was shooting blanks, Pierre pushed him out of
the way and desperately moved his throbbing, jerking phallus
right in front of my sperm-filled mouth and drenched face. He
only had jerk his rod twice before the first huge gush shot out
drenching me. Two more spurts hit my nose and chin causing the
cum ropes to grow even longer. At that point, he tilted my head
back and used his fingers to pull my mouth open even wider.
"Stick your tongue out!" he ordered. I did, and he quickly shot
the remainder of his load straight down onto my face, all over my
extended tongue, and into my gaping mouth hole.
As Kent and Pierre moved away, Jon handed me a wet towel to
clean my face and a dry one to finish up. "Thank you, Darling,"
I whispered. "Are you totally disgusted with your girlfriend
now?"
Leaning close, he spoke directly into my ear so only I could
hear. "Disgusted? Hardly. I'm in love with you. You're the
most sensuous, delicious woman I've ever met. We'll talk more of
this later."
I was stunned to say the least. "Do you really mean that?" I
gasped.
"Absolutely. As I say, we'll talk later."
"Fuck me, Darling. I want you."
"The party is for my friends. I'll have you tonight and all
day tomorrow. Now Marvin and Wayne are going crazy. If you
don't take care of them quickly, they'll shoot off all over the
deck."
Wayne and Marvin were raging, lust-filled tigers. Pushed Wayne
onto his back, I got between his legs, leaned over and took his
hard dick into my mouth while cupping and stroking his balls.
Marvin mounted me from the read and slammed his cock up my cunt.
All seven inches raced down my soaked tunnel until his balls
bounced off my clit.
"UUNNGGHHH... YESSSSSSSSSS! FUCK ME!" I screamed.
Both men were yelling at the same time. "Take my cock, you hot
Slut... UGH! UGH! TAKE UP YOUR CUNT... FUCK MY COCK!" From
beneath me, Wayne screamed, "SUCK IT... SUCK ME!"
them to groan in frustration. "I want cocks in my cunt and
asshole. Can you two handle that job?" I hissed at the men. "I
don't care who does my ass and who does my cunt... I just want my
holes full of your dicks. NOW!"
The men didn't even discuss who was going to take which of my
holes... they just seemed to know. Marvin laid down on his back
and pulled me on top of his body in reverse position. "Raise up,
Allison, so I can get my cock up your ass. Hurry. I'm about to
shoot off."
Lifting my hips, I adjusted his cock against my anus and
pressed downward at the same time as he thrust his cock upward.
It entered my thoroughly lubricated ass easily. Wayne pushed my
hips downward impaling me completely on Marvin's thick shaft.
"OOOHHHHHHHHH Fuck Yessss!" I howled as it sank all the way
into me.
Marvin now assisted Wayne by pulling my legs back to open up my
wet pussy. Staring down at my open hole, he didn't need my help
in aligning his prick to enter me. His hips snapped forward
driving the cock up my cunt. As the two men fucked me fore and
aft, I couldn't stop wailing. As hot as they both were, I still
exploded in an intense orgasm before either man shot off.
The intense contractions of both my ass and cunt around their
embedded cocks got both men off at almost the same time. The two
dicks contracted and shot... again and again. With each
ejaculation, the men grunted and howled. As more and more cum
pumped into me, I came again... even harder than previously.
That sucked even more semen from each man's nearly drained balls.
Finally both men collapsed. My legs fell to the deck of the
boat. My body shuddered repeatedly. When Wayne got off my body,
I rolled away. Immediately, Stan and Norman hoisted me to my
knees and spread my ass cheeks apart. All six men watched as a
thick river of semen flowed out of my widely stretched pussy and
ass holes.
Once again, Jon intervened. "I think we should take a short
break so Allison can go below and freshen up. We have a long,
sensuous evening ahead of us, and we need to let her rest for
awhile. Say 15 minutes. Ok?" There were no objections, so I
headed down the stairs to my bedroom room. As I passed Jon, I
whispered, "Thank you, Honey." He smiled at me as I went below.
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With an hour to go before dinner, the men were all fully
charged again by the time I came back on deck. I didn't even
bother to dress as I knew it was a waste of time... time I could
be enjoying all the men's hard dicks.
Norman was the first man to fuck me. He mounted in me
missionary position and nailed his cock into my still cum-filled
pussy while the other men sat around sipping drinks, eating some
snacks and watching their friend rutting inside my throbbing
cunt. It quickly became obvious that the men had decided to fuck
me one-at-a-time rather than all crowd around me trying to find
an open hole. Norman lasted much longer the second time. I had
two orgasms before he filled my pussy with his second load.
When Norman rejoined his friends, I just lay on the couch with
my legs open waiting. I didn't have to wait long. Stan was on
me within five minutes. At first, he used my pussy. As his cock
thrust in and out of my vagina, Norman's load quickly coated my
labia and his cock. When he pulled and pressed his cock against
my ass, the lubrication inside me and all over Stan's cock
allowed him to penetrated me with ease. His entire length sank
into me on the first thrust.
For the next quarter hour, Stan used my ass. His dick sliding
sensuously back and forth in my rectum soon had me thrusting
frantically against him. "OOhhh fuck me harder, Stan. Ram
meeeeeee... I'm about to cum," I wailed as Stan rammed me and all
the other men watched and jacked off while waiting their turn
with me.
Marvin wanted me to ride his cock, which I did giving Jon and
his guests a perfect view of the cock fucking my pussy. Marvin
lasted about 10 minutes before unloading.
Pierre wanted to sample my ass since he had not yet enjoyed it.
He essentially had me give him a lap dance but with my ass
instead of my cunt.
It was getting close to dinner time, but Kent asked Jon to
delay dinner long enough to let him fuck my ass. Jon looked over
at me, and I nodded. Jon shrugged, and said, "Ok. Just don't
take too long. Allison will want to bath and change before
dinner. Ten minutes. No more. Ok?"
"Oh yeah. As hot as Allison gets me, I'll be lucky to last ten
minutes." As it turned out, Kent didn't last more than seven
minutes inside my tight, clenching asshole.
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The dinner was excellent as was the vintage wine. After
dinner, the men set up the poker table and began a game of rather
high stakes Texas Hold'em poker. At least, it seemed like high
stakes to me, but Jon assured me that to these men, the stakes
were almost trivial.
Before dinner, I had changed into a tight, red sheathe dress
that didn't quite make it all the way to mid-thigh. It was
low-cut with narrow straps around my neck, but that was really
irrelevant since I knew these randy studs would have me out of
the dress very quickly. What I hoped they would enjoy were my
five-inch heels and hot, dark thigh-high stockings with a black
garter belt and straps along with my sheer black, bikini panties.
Every time I crossed my legs during dinner, I let my dress ride
up high on my thighs exposing the tops of my stockings and the
garter straps. Every man, including Jon, spent more time looking
at my legs and panties than they did eating or drinking., which
was exactly what I had planned.
After dinner, Jon told me I was to be the hostess and make
certain that the men had whatever they wanted to drink or bring
them food when requested. If anyone wanted to take a break from
the poker game, I was to be available for their entertainment in
the adjoining bedroom.
"Are you too worn out from all the earlier sex?" Jon asked
truly concerned.
"That's really nice of you to ask, Darling, but a woman can
wear out ten men. They'll wear out long before I do. Sorry, but
that's just the way women are built. I don't know why mother
nature made it so, but I'm glad she did," I said with a grin.
"She made it that way so that when a man fucked a woman, he
would be unable to continue for awhile. While he recovered,
other men would get into the woman so that she would be certain
to become pregnant and thus continue the race."
"MMMmmmmm... I guess I should stop using the pill so I'll get
pregnant and continue the race then."
"Not yet, but eventually."
My pussy throbbed at the implication of Jon's comment.
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For the first thirty minutes of the poker game, I brought
drinks and snacks to the table. Every time I set a drink in
front of one of the men, he took the opportunity to slip his
hands under my sheathe and feel me up. After thirty minutes, I
had had a dozen hands on my ass, thighs, and pussy. Most of the
men had slipped their fingers under my panties and into my
vagina.
When no one indicated that they wanted something, I sat on a
nearby table with my legs dangling over the edge and my dress up
almost to my hips. That got the attention of the men for awhile,
but eventually their attention turned back to the poker game. I
wasn't particularly thrilled with that.
Lifting my legs up onto the table, I leaned to the side
supporting myself with one hand on the table top. Stan, who had
apparently folded his hand, looked over at me. When he saw my
legs pressed together on the table top, he was obviously
disappointed that the sexy view of my thighs and panties had been
removed. He smiled at me and again turned his attention back to
the game.
The next hand, Stan got nothing worth playing and folded his
hand again. Automatically, he glanced over in my direction to
see if the view had improved. It had... markedly. I was still
supporting myself with one hand on the table and my bottom leg
still rested on the table top. However, my other heel was now
planted on the table top with my knee steepled and my legs wide
open. My black panties were completely exposed along with all of
my thighs. Stan lost all interest in the poker game.
Stan clued Marvin in, and a moment later, two of the men were
trying to stare holes in my panties so they could see my cunt.
"Anyone need anything?" I asked. All the men turned toward
me, and all lost interest in the game. Seven pairs of eyes were
visually assaulting the crotch of my panties... not that I minded
in the slightest.
"Well?" I asked again.
"Well what?" Wayne mumbled without moving his eyes off my
panties.
"I asked if any of you guys needed anything? Wanted anything?"
"Yeah. Hell yes, we need something."
"Yes?"
"We need for you to lose those panties."
"No way. Taking off my panties is my lover's job... not mine."
"Then pull them aside... show us your hot cunt, Allison. When
we fold, we'll have something interesting to do while we wait for
the next deal," Kent pleaded.
"I'll think about it. Go back to your game."
The men grumbled a little until Pierre said, "Come on, Norman.
It's your deal."
While Norman dealt the next hand, I turned onto my back and
planted both heels on the table top with my knees steepled and my
sheathe up around my waist. The men were looking over their
cards when I let my knees fall apart. Except for my panties, I
was in perfect missionary fucking position. When the betting
prior to the flop started, I pulled my panties aside. The
obscene position totally exposed my wet cunt. I settled back on
the table and waited.
Marvin folded his cards and looked in my direction. "Holy
Fuck! That's so fucking hot!" he yelled. The other six men
looked over and all lost interest in their cards.
Marvin tossed his cards aside and moved over to the table. He
quickly jerked my panties off and spread me even wider. Once he
had me spread to his satisfaction, his face pressed between my
thighs and onto my cunt. I felt his tongue exploring my sex
trench. Hunching my ass off the table, I groaned. The tongue
found my erect clit, and my groans changed to wild gasps of
pleasure.
Fingers plunged into my gushing hole as my clit was sucked hard
into his mouth. I heard Wayne yelling, "Suck her. Suck her cunt.
Make her cum!"
"OOOohhhhh god, YES! Suck me!" I hissed in hot ecstasy.
Marvin sucked my clit into his mouth and lashed it with his
tongue. My pussy just detonated. The hard contractions caused
me to squirt all over his face.
While Marvin washed up, the men continued their game. I lay on
the table, my lungs heaving and my pussy still slowly throbbing.
Kent tossed his cards into the middle, came over and pulled me to
my feet. As the game continued, he led me into the bedroom and
shut the door behind us.
Kent pushed me onto the bed, grabbed my ankles, and lifted them
high over my head. The position put me in perfect fucking
position. Without a word being said between us, he nailed his
dick into my soaked pussy. His balls slapped against my ass on
the first thrust.
Kent fucked me steadily, driving into me again and again as I
groaned softly. Outside, we could both hear the sounds of the
men announcing their bets and discussing the hand. But when my
first orgasm exploded causing me to shriek and wail, the sounds
of the poker game suddenly stopped.
"They're listening to me fucking you, Allison," Kent hissed as
he pounded his dick into me.
"Good! I want them to hear me getting fucked!" I screamed.
When Kent returned to the poker game, I stayed in the bedroom,
on my back with my legs wide open. Kent's fresh load seeped from
my pussy turning me on so much, I started fingering myself.
Pierre came into the bedroom just before my orgasm erupted.
"Keep going.... Don't stop. I'll jack off while you finish.
Then, I'll fuck you," he growled. His pants hit the floor and a
moment later he fisted his cock and starting jacking off while
staring between my legs at my fingers deep inside my hole and on
my throbbing clitoris.
As soon as my vagina began to throb, Pierre mounted me.
Shoving my legs back above my head, he stared at my throbbing
hole that was still pulsing in orgasm.
"Oh shit! That's so fucking hot. I've got to get into you.
Now!"
"Stop talking, Damn you. STICK THAT COCK INTO MEEEEEE!"
I lost track of the number of times I came before his load
spewed into my convulsing cunt.
After that, the men fucked in a continuous stream. The poker
game was totally forgotten, and they stood around the room
waiting their turn inside my hot holes.
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The party broke up at noon on Saturday but not before all six
of the guests had fucked me again. When the last guest left the
dock in his limo, Jon was all over me in a flash. His hugely
thick shaft was rigid and throbbing before we even managed to
reach a bed. Shoving my legs open, he was balls deep inside me
on his first thrust. Once he was fully planted in my vagina, he
hammered his cock into like he were trying to drive railway
spikes. I screamed and howled in one orgasm after another.
Jon's load creamed my pussy in less than three minutes. He
didn't even slow down. His thick piston churned the cum load
into a thick white froth that coated his dick and my pussy lips.
I came again just before Jon's second load gushed into my hole.
After ejaculating his second load, his strokes slowed, but his
dick still seemed iron hard. "I don't believe it," I moaned.
"you're still hard... like iron."
"Oh yeah... can't help it. After twenty four hours of watching
the hottest woman on the planet having sex, what did you expect?"
"I had hoped for exactly what I'm getting, but I wasn't sure
whether to expect it or not. In the future, I'll know. Fuck my
ass, Darling. Shove my legs back and fuck my ass," I urged. Jon
gave me just what I had asked for.
"UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH! GGHHAAAAAAAA... BIG HUGE DICK! IT'S
GOING INNNNNNNNN!"
"You're stretching meeeee, Jon. It feels fantastic! Deeper...
please, Honey. Give me all your thick cock. Fuck meeeeeeeeeee!"
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Jon screwed me for over an hour before he rolled off my body
leaving me panting with semen running from both my pussy and
anus. The five loads he had put into me had filled both of my
holes.
"Five times... my god, Jon. You fucked me five times in maybe
an hour and a half. That's amazing!"
"You're the one who's amazing, Allison."
"I loved it!" I cooed snuggling close to his body. "Just loved
it."
"Me too, Allison... me too, but it's a lot more than just
loving to fuck you. I've never been married. Did I tell you
that before?"
"No. You didn't."
"Well, it's true. But I want to change that. I never thought
I'd meet a woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but
I have. I know you've been playing the field to 'see what's out
there', as you put it, so you'd know if you wanted to stay
married to Conrad or not. I want you to divorce him and marry
me. Do I have a chance?"
I was stunned. "You want to marry me even knowing how much of
a slut I am?"
"You're not a slut. You're a highly sexed, sensuous woman who
only pulled that train yesterday and this morning because I asked
you to do it. I've always dreamed of having a beautiful,
sensuous woman for my wife... now I've found the one I want.
Divorce Conrad, Allison, and marry me."
"I would love to be married to you, Jon. You're handsome,
sexy, virile, rich, considerate. Your huge cock gives me orgasm
after orgasm, and you're kinky and wild, like me. Like now...
your cock's getting hard again. Unbelievable!"
"So, you'll divorce Conrad and marry me?"
"I'll have to think about it, Honey. I also love my husband
even though he doesn't match your ability in bed or have your
money. I invited him to share all my erotic experiences, but he
refused. He's certainly not as kinky and as erotic as you. I'll
have to think about it. I want to talk to my husband first."
"Of course. I have another request."
"What?"
"If you won't divorce Conrad and marry me, will you be my
permanent mistress? See me regularly say two days a week...
party with me like this weekend once or twice a month. Let me
shower you with gifts or whatever pleases you?"
"If I don't marry you, I would love to be your mistress, Jon."
"What if Conrad objects?"
"He hasn't seriously objected so far, but if he does, I'll
probably get the divorce you want. Just give me some time to
think and to talk with him. I promise to give my answer within a
month."
"You can have all the time you want, Darling. No time limit.
I'll just wait patiently and hope for the best."
"Thank you, Honey. Now, I have something to ask you."
"Anything. What is it?"
"Would you mind if I practice deep throating that huge cock of
yours. You said yourself that I need to practice. Can I?"
Rolling onto his back, I saw that my lover's cock was almost
fully hard again. "MMmmmmm... please... can I suck it?"
"It's all yours, Allison. Enjoy."
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One Month Later:
For the next month, things continued pretty much as they had
been for the previous two months. I continued to date Jon once
or twice a week, and provided the "entertainment" at two more of
his parties. There were again six guests at the first one, none
of them the men I had fucked at the previous party. Only five
showed up for the second party because one of the guests came
down with a bad cold the night before the party.
I also dated Martin again, but it wasn't nearly as exciting as
it had been the first time. Barry and Jim each fucked me a
couple of times, and Marcus banged me again when I accidentally
met him at a club. We went to his apartment, and I spent almost
two hours taking his big schlong up all my holes.
The week after the first party on Jon's yacht, I stopped by the
Hilton in the late afternoon and met Anton. He was every bit as
handsome and sexy as Kristin had said he was. I flirted with
him for maybe a half hour before he grinned and said, "You're
really sexy, Allison. I'd love to fuck you. Are you
interested?"
Although shocked and taken aback by his blunt approach, I heard
myself saying yes. The next night, I waited at the bar until his
shift ended. We left immediately, and within 15 minutes, we were
in a room at the Marriott with Anton's 9.5 inch dick fucking my
ass into the mattress. He was a full inch longer than Jon, but
not as thick.
By 3 AM, I had cum at least 15 times, and he had fucked seven
times, five times in my cunt and twice in my ass. In addition, I
had sucked him off once. Kristin hadn't exaggerated Anton's
staying and recovery powers either. I was totally hooked on his
big, always hard, pounding cock.
That first week, I dated Anton three times and every time he
nailed my cunt and ass like no single man had ever nailed it. By
the end of the week, I had essentially decided that I had to add
Anton's name to Jon's and Conrad's as men I had to seriously
consider as lifelong partners.
However, that changed during the second week. Again, I had a
date with Anton and was waiting at the bar for him to finish his
shift. Business in the club was very slow that night so to pass
the time, Anton was working on a crossword. When I looked at the
puzzle, I say that it was marked "easy". Yet, Anton seemed to be
having a lot of trouble filling in the words. At first, I didn't
think much of it. A lot of people have trouble working
crosswords.
When he had about a quarter of the puzzle finished, he stopped
making any progress as he pondered the answer to one of the clues
without success. Ten minutes passed with Anton staring at the
puzzle without him making a mark on the paper. Finally, in
desperation, he looked over at me and asked, "Allison, what's a
six-letter word for the name of the country in which the Panama
Canal is located?"
I was more than shocked, to say the least. "You don't know?" I
asked.
"If I knew, I wouldn't bother to ask, would I?"
"No, I guess you wouldn't. Maybe this will help you. In what
country is the Great Wall of China located?"
Anton thought about that for a moment as he rubbed his forehead
to stimulate his brain. Finally, he replied hesitantly, "China?"
"Right! Now keeping in mind the answer to that question, in
what country do you think the Panama Canal is located?" I waited
expectantly for the light to come on in Anton's head.
About 15 or 20 seconds later, no light had appeared, and with
his voice filled with uncertainty, he said, "China?"
When I didn't respond, he turned back to the puzzle and began
to fill in the answer. Suddenly, he stopped writing and asked,
"Allison, what's the sixth letter in 'China'?"
That night, Anton again fucked me into nirvana with his magic
wand. Once more, I stayed until 3 AM and when I left, eight
thick loads of semen were pooled in my pussy, ass, and belly. On
the drive home, I mentally scratched Anton's name from my list of
possible lifetime mates. I loved his awesome cock and stamina,
but I really wanted a man with an IQ above 60.
At the end of my third month of dating, I took stock and
figured that 31 different men had fucked me. And most of them
had screwed me multiple times. At first, I thought it was only
27 until I remembered the night I had gone to The Hot Spot alone
and ended up fucking two men as I gave them lap dances, and two
more out in the parking lot. Of course, Mason had laid me again
that evening, but that didn't add to the total since I had
already counted him.
It was a Wednesday evening, and I had a date with Anton. As
usual, I had told Conrad I would be late... probably around 3 AM.
But sometimes things don't work out as planned. When I arrived
at the Hilton at 8 PM, the manager of the club told me that Anton
was sick and wouldn't be at work that evening.
With nothing else to do, I decided to head home and spend the
night fucking my husband, who was always a very good lay... just
not up to Jon's or Anton's standards. As soon as I entered our
house, I heard the hot sounds of sex coming from the master
bedroom. I easily recognized the masculine grunts of my husband,
but not the higher-pitched wails of the woman who was apparently
getting very close to an orgasm.
"OH GAWD DAMN! Fuck that hot dick into me, Baby. Screw my
pussy... I'm gonna cum on your big cock, Conrad. Fuck it to me,
Stud. Ram meeeeeeeeee!" she howled.
I was surprised, even shocked, but certainly not angry. After
all, I certainly wasn't one to be pointing fingers. Besides, I
had told Conrad that he was free to see other women as long as I
was dating. My guess was that he had gone out for dinner alone
and some slut had come on to him. With nothing facing him except
an evening of boring TV and then going to bed alone and lonely,
he had probably decided to bring the bitch home and fuck her.
The wails of the slut in the bedroom grew louder as she
approached her climax. Since I had never seen my husband fucking
another woman, I suddenly felt my pussy creaming at the thought.
Carefully, being as quiet as possible, I approached the open
doorway leading to our bedroom.
The squeaking of the bedsprings mixed with the woman's shrill
cries and Conrad's grunts filled the room. Peeking around the
door jamb, I saw the woman's legs high in the air wildly flailing
and jerking as my husband pounded his large cock into her eager
cunt hole. Again and again, she urged him to fuck her harder.
"Oh Honey. I love the way you fuck me. I keep hoping that
Allison with go out on more dates so your can bang me with your
hot dick. Ah god... yes! Like that! Ram it into
meeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed.
"Take it, Kristin. Take my cock, you hot cunted, sexy bitch."
"Oh yes. I love being your hot bitch. I just can't get enough
of your dick. Bang it into meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! UUNNGHHH! YOU'RE
MAKING ME CUMMMMMMMM!!"
Kristin squealed in her climax. Conrad rammed into her several
more times as her vagina convulsed around his prick. Then, he
grunted and rammed it deep. I could easily tell from the spastic
contractions of my husband's buttocks that he was shooting his
load into Kristin.
I let them finish and then began applauding. Like they had
suddenly been shocked with a cattle prod, they both jerked
upright in the bed and stared at me. "You conniving, dirty
Bitch. For three months you've been recommending guys I should
see in order to get me out of the house so you could fuck my
husband!" I shouted.
"And you, you lying son-of-a-bitch, kept telling me that you
had no interest in seeing other women when all the time I was
dating, you were fucking Kristin. I was honest with you. Why
couldn't you be honest with me? Just tell me one thing... when
did this start?"
My husband opened his mouth to speak, but no sound emerged. It
was Kristin who finally found her voice. "I'm sorry, Allison.
But we've wanted each other for two years. Conrad's the sexiest,
hottest man I've ever been with. The only reason I wasn't
fucking him on the side for the last two years was our
friendship. But that night we went out with Barry and Jim, I
realized that if you started seeing other men, there might be a
chance for me with Conrad. We fucked for the first time the same
night as you got your first new cock from Martin. We just
couldn't resist.
"And you've been fucking each other every time I was out since
then?"
"Yeah. Every time. At least, almost every time," Conrad
replied. "We just click, Allison. We're exactly right for each
other."
"What about your husband Ralph, I asked Kristin?"
"What husband? We divorced two months ago when he found out
that I was fucking Conrad several times a week."
I nodded and then asked, "So where do we go from here, Conrad?"
"I've never wanted to hurt you, Allison, but it's pretty
obvious that you find other men more exciting than me... and
that's not surprising. I'm really not much of a wild and kinky
guy."
"No, you're not, but you are a very kind, considerate man who
is also a very, very good lover. You might be interested to know
that after three months of dating other men... quite a few other
men... you are still one of my top two. Actually, I had decided
to stay married to you, but unless I'm seriously mistaken, you
would rather have an amicable, no-contest divorce. Right?"
"Yes. I should have told you sooner, but I just couldn't think
of any way to break it to you."
"See what I mean about being considerate," I said with a warm
smile.
"Allison, why don't you draw up a list more or less equally
dividing our assets, and I'll accept whatever you decide."
"That won't be necessary, Conrad. I'll just take the $10,000
in our IRA. You can have everything else."
"But that's grossly unfair to you, Allison. Our estate has to
be worth at least $400,000 counting everything."
"I think that's about right, but you and Kristin need something
to start on. I won't be needing it."
"How can that be? I have a job. You don't."
"No, but I have a marriage offer from a guy can ring my bell 10
times a night, every night. He's kinky, handsome, virile, and
sexy with a huge 8.5 inch, incredibly thick cock. In addition,
he owns two large corporations and is worth probably several
hundred million or more. The only reason I want the IRA is for a
keepsake of our six years together. You were a good husband...
we just didn't click... as you put it. I wish you and Kristin
the best."
"What about your personal effects?" Conrad asked.
"I'll send someone around in the next few days to collect every
thing. I'll call you in advance."
Picking up my purse, I turned to leave, but Conrad spoke again.
"Allison.."
"Yes?"
"You say your new guy is kinky?"
"Oh yes... very kinky... very erotic and adventuresome."
"Well, after you two are married and Kristin and I tie the
knot, do you think we might... eh.... well, I mean... eh....
get together again? The four of us?"
"Foursome sex with my ex and my best friend? Is that what
you're trying to suggest? What to you think about that,
Kristin?"
The naked slut rubbed her cum-filled pussy and hissed, "Oh
god... just thinking about doing something like that has me
throbbing. I tried to get Ralph to try it. He just yelled at me
telling me I was a dirty slut."
I had to laugh. "Honey, you're not a dirty slut, but you are a
slut. I'm sure my guy would love to sink his hugely thick cock
into your hot pussy. How about you Conrad? You still interested
in fucking your ex wife's hot cunt?"
For an answer, Conrad asked, "Do you have any plans for the
rest of the evening?"
"Nope. My date got sick. That's why I came home early."
"Well, I've always had this huge fantasy of having both you and
Kristin in bed at the same time. Are you interested?"
Setting my purse down, I began stripping off my clothes, which
didn't take long since all I was wearing was my dress over my
thigh-high stockings and heels. Walking toward the naked couple,
I grasped Conrad's hard cock and led him by the dick toward the
bedroom. "Come on, Kristin. Let's see if you future husband can
take care of two hot sluts before he collapses."
"I don't think he can, but I'm sure he'll give it a great
effort."
"I don't either, but let him try. When he collapses... well,
I've always wanted to eat your pussy. Wanna try mine?"
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