Arlene's Anger
by RLM
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A Bachelorette Party:
"Come on, Arlene, don't be a wet blanket," Sandra urged. "It's
your bachelorette party. Have another drink and relax."
"I really think I should be leaving, Sandra. Clifton would be
shocked if he knew that I was in this male strip club drinking
and watching men stripping just a few days before our marriage."
"Oh bull shit! You think that handsome guy of yours
isn't going to get laid at his bachelor party? You know his
friends are going to have several sluts at the party, and every
one of them is probably going to fuck him."
"You don't know that, Sandra," I protested.
"No, I don't... at least not for 100% certain, but Clift's a
sexy, hung guy. It's at least 10 to 1 he's gonna get laid and
more than once. All you're doing is watching some guys strip and
having a few drinks. Now come on, Girl. Drink up. You won't
believe these next two guys."
"How do you know Clift's hung?" I asked accusingly.
"Because you told me he was... just about 30 minutes ago."
"That's right... I did. I'm sorry, Sandra. Really. I've had
more to drink than I thought... first I tell you my fianc� has a
big penis and then I forget that I just told you that."
"You didn't say Clift had a big penis, Arlene. So relax."
"I didn't? I thought I did. You just said I did. Which is
it?"
"I said you didn't say he had a big penis... what you said was
that Clift has a huge cock that really stretches your pussy."
"Oh fuck! That's terrible. Did I really say that?"
"Yeah...you did, and it's not terrible. It's great. But you
know damn well he's going to be sticking that big cock in several
pussies at his bachelor party... so relax and have some sexy fun
of your own, Girl."
"Oh don't know... it's tempting... it really is, but I don't
think I should."
"Well, Arlene, unless you intend to cheat on your husband, this
is probably going to be the last chance you'll ever have to enjoy
another man... I don't think you want to pass this up. In any
case, you're gonna have to make up your mind really soon because
after this next guy dances, we're all heading back to my
apartment to finish the party in style."
"What about this next guy? Is he something special?"
"Yeah... he is. His name's Wayne... He's 24... He's handsome...
He's virile... He's sexy... and He's hung... really hung. And
the best part is that he's coming with us to my place. He's our
present to you... So watch closely when he's stripping, Honey.
He and two of his friends are what you're gonna be turning down."
Before Arlene could reply, Wayne was on stage, wearing nothing
but a cowboy hat and a jock strap. Moving right to the edge of
the stage, his hips thrust to the beat of the music right in
front of the women who were crowded tightly against the edge of
the stage. He selected a sexy looking brunette, moved directly
in front of her with his bulge not more than a couple of feet
from her face, and began to rotate and thrust his hips to the
beat of the music. The brunette's hand moved to her mouth when
she began to think about him thrusting like that between her
legs. As the music's tempo increased, so did the speed and force
of Wayne's thrusts.
Every few minutes, Wayne moved further along the edge of the
stage and humped his bulge in the face of a new woman. At least
half of the women were squeezing their breasts in response to
Wayne's fuck motions before he moved on to the next woman.
"You're next, Arlene," Sandra whispered in her ear. "He knows
that your the bride-to-be that he's going to be entertaining
later tonight... so, you'd better get ready."
In spite of her reservations, Arlene could feel her pussy
becoming wet at what was coming. Again Sandra whispered in her
ear, "If you're going to chicken out, Honey, you'd better do it
right now before your pussy starts doing the thinking for you.
Last chance, Arlene... now or never."
Arlene knew she should leave, but then Wayne was right in front
of her, his bulge not more than two feet away. It took her
breath away. He looked just huge, even with the tight, elastic
jock strap keeping his cock confined. He began to thrust his
bulge toward her face, slowly, tantalizingly. She couldn't tear
her eyes away. She could see he was getting bigger... harder...
at the same time as her pussy was getting wetter and her lips
swelling and spreading of their own accord.
Wayne moved even closer. Now his cock was only a foot away.
Each thrust brought it within a few inches of her mouth. Without
realizing it, Arlene's mouth opened as her tongue flicked rapidly
over her top lip.
"Feel him, Arlene. Feel his big dick," Sandra hissed in her
ear.
Wayne was now rotating his bulge just inches from her face...
around and around... around and around... then THRUST! The bulge
bumped against Arlene's nose. Her pussy was now slowly throbbing
as her juices poured into her panties.
"Want to leave?" Sandra asked sarcastically. "Well... do you
or not?"
"nooooooo.. noooooo," Arlene moaned in response.
Leaning closer, Wayne said, "Take it out, Arlene. Take out my
cock. Do it!"
It was obvious that Wayne's cock was hard and erect... so much
so that the jock strap could not contain his entire shaft... most
of the swollen cock head now protruded from the top of the strap.
The precum oozing from its tip had Arlene mesmerized.
Again, she heard Sandra's voice. "What are you waiting for,
Honey. Do what the man told you... Take it out!"
With Wayne's huge cock throbbing and leaking precum, Arlene was
helpless to resist. When her hand touched the head of Wayne's
cock, his hips snapped forward driving his organ against her
hand. She yanked the jock strap down amid the cheers of a dozen
nearby women, but when they saw the 9+ inches of enormously thick
man meat, the cheers changed to low, excited moans and gasps.
Wayne's organ sent a shiver of fear up and down Arlene's spine.
It also sent repeated contractions through her now gushing cunt.
A half dozen women began to yell, "SUCK IT... SUCK IT ... SUCK
IT!" Some others added, "MAKE HIM CUM... MAKE HIM SHOOT IT!"
Behind her, Sandra said into Arlene's ear, "Go ahead, Arlene.
You know you want to. Take him in your mouth... suck him off."
Putting her hand on the back of Arlene's head, she gently pushed
her toward the pulsating, hard organ. "Open your mouth, Honey...
yes.. like that." She pushed harder. "Suck him, Arlene... Do
it!"
Wayne's hips snapped forward pushing four inches of thick meat
into Arlene's mouth. She opened wider and pushed her head down
on the cock. The big head butted up against the back of her
throat. A moment later, her head was bobbing back and forth on
Wayne's cock in perfect time to his thrusts in and out of her
mouth. Sandra kept pushing gently on Arlene's head so that more
and more of the shaft was entering.
The screams of the women watching urged Arlene on. "Oh yeah!
You go Girl! Suck that man, Baby... suck him... make him shoot
his load!"
When her lips were rapidly sliding over Wayne's throbbing shaft,
Sandra pulled Arlene's sweater down below her large tits much to
Wayne's delight. The sight of her big globes bouncing and
jiggling as she sucked him, had Wayne right on the edge. He
thrust inside her hot mouth harder... faster. When she tightened
her lips around him, he felt the load rising up out of his balls.
"Here it comes, Baby. Get ready!" he warned.
Arlene was more than ready. She pushed forward and felt the big
head pushing into her throat. Tightening her lips about the
throbbing shaft even harder, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked
him hard. A series of masculine grunts echoed in her ears. The
women were screaming even louder when they realized that the guy
was about to cum.
Wayne pumped in a fast series of short strokes, held Arlene's
head tightly against his organ, and exploded his cum load into
her mouth. Gush after gush of hot semen flooded Arlene's mouth
and spurted out the corners amid the cheers of a dozen women.
Wayne continued to shoot into her until he finally withdrew and
creamed Arlene's face with the remainder of his load. When his
still-pulsing cock was shooting blanks, one long and one shorter
strand of his semen still clung to the swollen head.
Arlene's mouth remained open, her tongue extended, as Wayne's
cum ran from her filled mouth, cascaded downward, and formed
several long cum ropes swinging from her chin. Her tits were
heaving with excitement when she closed her mouth and swallowed
what was left inside.
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"We'll be leaving as soon as Wayne gets dressed and rounds up
his two friends. They'll have to follow us so that they don't
get lost," Sandra informed me, Carla, Betty, and Helen, the three
other women at my party.
As we waited, I began to really regret what I had just done.
"Christ," I thought. "I'm getting married next week to a great
guy, and I've sucked off a man I've never seen before. And now
I'm sitting here thinking about this guy and his two friends
fucking me later tonight. That's just sick."
Turning to Sandra, I said quietly. "I don't think I can do it.
It just seems so depraved... so dirty," I moaned. "I'm going to
bug out, Sandra. I'm sorry, but I can't do it."
Sandra quickly responded, "Bull... nothing depraved about having
some fun, hot sex while you're still single. I can tell you that
every one of us did it too. Tell her, Betty. Fess up and tell
Arlene about your bachelorette party."
Betty moved closer at our table and whispered, "Sandra's right,
Arlene. My friends invited four guys. Two of them ate me out
and the other two both fucked me. I got married three days
later, I don't regret it for a moment. It was awesome. You'll
love it, and I can't wait to hear you howl when Wayne and his
buddies stick their big cocks up your hot pussy."
Even though I knew I couldn't do it, my clit still throbbed
harder at the thought.
"Me too," Carla volunteered. "You're in good company, Arlene.
I got it from a black stud at my bachelorette party... four times
in fact. That guy could get it up over and over... it was
amazing. I had over a dozen orgasms... at least. Your turn,
Sandra. Tell her what you did."
Sandra shrugged. "Why not. I pulled a train, Arlene... a
fucking train. Five guys... over and over.. at least twice for
each of them. So are you going to let Wayne and company get
into you or not?"
"No, I'm not. I just can't. You girls have a wonderful time,
and I really appreciate your setting all this up. And remember,
I did suck Wayne off in public, no less. And he creamed me big
time. So it's not as if I didn't do anything sexy at the party."
I left in my car five minutes later.
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Wedding and Honeymoon:
All through the wedding reception, Clift couldn't keep his hands
off me. Every time he thought there was no one watching, he was
stroking my ass or feeling my tits. If it hadn't been for my
long, floor-length wedding dress, he would have probably had his
hands underneath my dress finger fucking me.
"I'm so fucking hard and hot to screw you, Arlene, I feel like
I'm about to cum in my pants," my new husband whispered at one
point as we danced with dozens of people all around us. With his
rigid erection poking against my mound, I knew he wasn't just
making it up. When I felt his cock beginning to jerk and throb
against me, I became nervous that he would be unable to restrain
his orgasm and actually shoot off in his pants. That would be
too embarrassing for words for Clift, so I backed off even though
my pussy was urging me to make my hot stud pump his load inside
his pants.
As soon as the reception was over and we were finally alone
preparing to leave for our honeymoon in Cancun, Clift all over
me. I had no more gotten into my rather sexy travel dress when
he had me in his arms, his mouth thrust hard against mine, his
tongue caressing every inch of my tongue and mouth. His hands
were busy as well. In a flash, he had one of my tits nearly out
of my dress hefting, squeezing, and caressing it.
I felt his rigid cock throbbing against my pussy mound, and this
time, I didn't pull away. We steadily worked each other into a
sexual frenzy.
"Take out your tits, Arlene. I want to see them."
Stepping back, I pulled open my dress to let him see that I
hadn't bothered with a bra. Both tits surged out.
"Oh fucking damn! No Bra! I love it... I love it... I fucking
love it!" my husband moaned. So did I!
"I know we're on our way to the airport, and I know you're spent
an hour fixing your make up, your hair, and dressing, but damn I
want to fuck you so bad."
"Then just tell me how you want me... on my back... legs wide
open? doggie? Cowgirl? On my side? Bent over the chair?
Tell me lover how you want to fuck me."
My husband was shocked that I didn't care if he messed up my
make up, hair, or dress. What he didn't know was that after
sucking Wayne off in public less than a week before our marriage,
I was still burning with shame. I had decided that night on the
way home with Wayne's cum still crusted on my face and in my
mouth that I was going to make it up to my husband by being the
hottest, sexiest wife any man ever dreamed of having.
"I don't believe this... really? You're not just teasing me?"
"I'm your wife, Lover. You can fuck me anytime you want me.
But you'd better strip, Honey. My cunt is flooded, you've got me
so fucking hot. If you give it to me with your clothes on, my
juices will get all over them, and you'll have to change before
we can leave for the airport."
Clift began to strip. I could feel the juices spurting from my
pussy watching how fast he did it. "What about your clothes?"
Clift asked as he pulled off his pants and briefs.
"They're going to get cum-stained while I am sitting on the
plane with your huge load seeping out me. All the men on the
plane will probably be able to smell my cunt, Darling. Hurry. I
want you in me... fucking me... filling me with cum... hurry.
How do you want me?"
Clift got an expression on his face that I had never seen
before... almost like he had been transformed... then he growled
with hot masculine authority, "Over the couch. Bend over the
couch, you hot Slut."
"Ohhhh YES!" I hissed in heat as I bent over and hiked my ass
high in the air. "Fuck your hot slut, Darling. Use my cunt,
Baby."
Clift flipped my skirt up over my ass and discovered that I
wasn't wearing any panties either. "Ohhhh god! NO PANTIES! You
fucking hot Slut!" He grabbed my wrists and pulled them back to
his body and in the same motion nailed his rigid sex spike up my
waiting hole.
"GGHHHAAAAAAAA! YESSS! STICK IT IN MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! TAKE IT, ARLENE... TAKE IT, BABY. I'M
FUCKING YOU! FUCKING YOUR HOT CUNT!"
After that start, both of us groaned and howled every time the
thick shaft pounded into the bottom of my vagina. He was
screwing me so hard, my tits were swinging wildly back and forth.
He changed the angle of his thrusts, and his shaft scraped
directly over my G-spot. My entire pussy erupted in hard,
repeated spasms.
"OOOHHHHH... I'm cumming! I'm cumming... Your big cock is
making me cummmmmmmm.... Fuck me harder, Darling. Use your
slutty wife. Shoot your load into me!"
My hot stud gave me lesson on the type of fucking I could expect
to be getting in the years to come. Somehow, even though I knew
he was about to explode, he controlled his orgasm and continued
to plow my convulsing pussy... again and again, he brought me to
a peak, each one higher, hotter, than the previous one. My
secretions were spurting all over his cock and running down my
naked thighs. I couldn't stop cumming and I couldn't stop
screaming. After my 7th or 8th orgasm, I was begging him to fuck
his load into me... pleading with him... he just fucked me
harder. I came again.
I was blubbering when I heard him ask, "Ready?"
I was beyond being able to answer. When I felt the thick
streams of semen being shot into my waiting cunt, I clamped my
vagina around his shooting shaft as hard as I could and milked
his load. Now, it was my husband's turn to howl with masculine
pleasure. Before he finished, he was now begging me to ease
up... I ignored him and squeezed his cock harder. He shot
another stream into me in response.
The plane trip to Cancun was two and a half hours in the air. I
was purring with feminine pleasure as I felt my new husband's cum
seeping from my widely stretched pussy the entire time. At one
point, he leaned over and whispered, "The men can smell your
cunt. They all want to fuck you." I smiled and gave his cock an
affectionate squeeze. I was shocked to find his organ hard as
iron.
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The limo took us quickly from the Cancun international airport
to our oceanside hotel. As Clifton registered us as Mr. and Mrs.
Darter for the first time, I sat in the lobby admiring the luxury
hotel. Smartly uniformed bellhops were taking care of every need
any of the guests might have. One stood near the front desk
watching me in case I needed any assistance.
Another was off to the other side apparently waiting to assist
the other bellhop if both were needed.
When my husband had finished registering us, he turned toward
and smiled when he saw both young, Mexican bellhops waiting to
assist me. He approached one, spoke to him, and then came over
where I was sitting. "I've got to see about making reservations
for dinner, Arlene. I also need to speak to the bell captain
about reserving us a beach umbrella and chairs for our stay, and
get some information about sight seeing trips and excursions
around the area. I've asked Manuel and Jose to help you with our
baggage and show you to our room plus whatever else they think
might be useful."
"Mmmm... you think of every thing, Darling. Don't worry about
me. I'll be fine. Are Manuel and Jose those two young bellhops
that have been standing there waiting to see if I needed any
assistance?"
"They are, but that's not why they've been standing there
looking at you. They're both checking out your big tits and
doing their best to look up your dress. I'll be back in about 25
or 30 minutes."
As soon as my husband walked away, both Manuel and Jose came
over. "Are you ready to go up to your room now, Mrs. Darter?"
Manuel asked politely. Although he was speaking to me, it wasn't
hard to tell that both his and Jose's eyes were alternating
between my legs and tits. Glancing down, I saw the reason why.
Not only was a lot of my breasts on display, I also realized that
I had been sitting with my dress more than halfway up my thighs
and my legs slightly parted. Immediately, I closed my legs.
When I looked up, both bellhops were grinning. Those grins as
much as told me that I was too late. They had already checked
out my cunt as well as my tits.
I followed the two men to the elevators and watched as they put
our luggage inside. Then I got in, and Jose pressed the button
for the 9th floor. With the view below now shut off, they both
honed in my tits. Glancing down, I saw that both men had very
hard, very prominent erections. I felt my body shuddering with a
mixture of fear and excitement. I also wondered why my husband
let the two men take me up to our room while he was busy
elsewhere. He knew they were staring at my tits and pussy and
were already hard.
Once we were in the room, Manuel and Jose put all of our clothes
that were in garment bags in the closet and placed the bags on
the racks that were provided. After adjusting the air
conditioner and dimming the lights, both moved very close to me,
Manuel in front, Jose behind.
"Can we be of further assistance Senora? We are both very
skilled at providing pleasure."
I was stunned at the directness of the approach. I had expected
some flirting, but no more than that. Manuel was clearly asking
me bluntly if I would enjoy being fucked. "Absolutely not! Both
of you... move back! Why would you think I wanted to have sex?"
Both men immediately moved a respectable distance away.
"Forgive us, Senora. Your husband told us that we should take
care of your needs. Obviously, we badly misinterpreted his
meaning. Please do not report us. We will lose our jobs if you
do. We are terribly sorry. Please."
"I have no intention of reporting you... I also have no
intention of giving either of you a tip. Get out! Now!" The
two practically fell over each trying to get out the door. After
they had left, I decided not to tell my husband about the
incident. He might lodge a complaint with the management, and I
really didn't want to cause those two men to lose their jobs.
After all, I had sat with my legs open so that they could see my
pussy and half of my tits. It wasn't unreasonable for them to
assume that I was looking for sex. In addition to that, my pussy
was now very wet again.
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When Clift returned, he asked if everything had gone well. I
told him that it had, but then he wanted to know if Manuel or
Jose had made a pass at me.
"Why would think they would hit on me, Honey?"
"Well, they were hard from looking up your dress. It would be
the natural thing for a young man to do when a woman lets him see
her cunt."
"Why did you leave me alone with them if you figured they would
hit on me?"
"I thought it would be hot and sexy for both of us. You could
always say no."
When I didn't respond, Clift said, "They did hit on you, didn't
they?"
"They did."
"What did they say? do?"
"They told me they were very good at pleasing a woman and wanted
to know if I would like to fuck."
"And?"
"I told them to get the hell out of my room."
"Oh. Ok. Good. How about me, Arlene. Would you like to
fuck?"
"Anytime, Lover. Anytime," I said as I let my dress fall to the
floor.
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The next two days of our honeymoon were the same. We had sex
four or five times every day. No matter what Clift asked me to
do in the bedroom, I was eager to do it.
The evening of the third day, Clift asked me to wear an
outrageously sexy dress we had bought at Victoria's Secret the
week before we got married. It was a strapless, purple thing
that left half of my tits... right down to my nipples... exposed.
There was bow and sash in front. The dress was skin tight and
just barely covered my ass. It was pure slut wear. I couldn't
wait to get into it and let my hot husband escort me around the
resort showing off his trophy wife. Just before we left our
room, my sexy stud made me take off my panties. As he led me out
of our room, I could already feel my wetness running onto my
thighs.
As we walked around the resort, every man turned to stare at me
with hot lust. Clift was beaming, and I was boiling hot. I
found that when I moved in certain ways, my nipples would be
exposed or even pop out of the dress. If I bent over the least
bit, my ass and pussy were on display. Naturally, Clift kept
finding reasons to make me bend over.
While we were having dinner, our waiter hovered beside me
obviously looking down my dress while waiting and hoping that my
nipples would be exposed.
Clift asked our randy waiter to bring him another margarita.
After he had left, he leaned over and whispered, "Our waiter
wants to fuck you, Honey."
"I know. He's got an erection."
"Is he big?"
"It looks like he's about your size. Hard to tell."
"He's a handsome guy, don't you think so? Sort of rugged and
masculine."
"Yeah, he is," I agreed.
"Would you like to take him up to our room and fuck him? I'll
wait for you in the bar."
Again, I was shocked. First, it was the look on his face when I
told him all the men on the plane would be able to smell my cunt.
Then, when we were on the plane, he told me all the men wanted
to fuck me. Next, there was the set up with Manuel and Jose.
Then he made me wear this hot outfit with no panties. Now it was
our waiter.
"No, absolutely not! I do not want to fuck our waiter. It's
your cock I want, not his."
There was no way my husband could conceal his disappointment.
"You want him to fuck me, don't you?" I said accusingly. "That's
right isn't it? You also wanted Manuel and Jose to fuck me,
didn't you?"
"Yeah... It's a huge fantasy of mine. It always has been ever
since I started dating girls in junior high school. Are you
furious? Disgusted?"
Before I answered, I thought about my sucking Wayne's cock and
him shooting a huge cum load into my mouth and all over my face
in a public place in front of dozens of people. If I could suck
off a guy like that a few days before my wedding, I figured my
husband was entitled to some dirty fantasies as well. After
thinking about all of this, I said, "No, Darling. I'm not
disgusted... not at all. We all have fantasies and we all do
things that are not proper in the normal sense. Just as long you
don't get angry when I say 'no', you can fantasize about other
men fucking me as much as you like. We can even role play your
fantasy if you like, but I'm never going to actually do it.
Understand?"
After we had finished our dinner, I leaned over and whispered,
"Honey, my husband is going to be spending the next few hours
discussing business with one of his associates. Any chance
you're interested in keeping a sexy married woman company in my
bed for the next couple of hours?"
The effect was instantaneous. Clift pulled me out of my chair
and hustled me to the elevators in record time. He even pulled
up my dress so my ass and pussy were on display as he led me
across the lobby. Once inside the elevator, my tits came out and
he had my dress up to my waist. I wrapped my legs around his
hips, and he nailed his cock into me before the elevator doors
had closed completely. Fortunately, no one got on the elevator
before we reached the ninth floor. I was having my first orgasm
when the elevator doors opened.
Five minutes later, Clift had me in bed still wearing my heels
as he rammed his cock into my hot, gushing hole.
"Hot Slut... gonna cum in your cunt, Baby!" he gasped. A
moment later he made good on his promise. His rod jerked and
throbbed deep inside my pussy. He hammered me with short strokes
and then drove it to the bottom of my vagina, held it there, and
began to empty his balls into me... grunting on every stroke.
When I felt his contractions becoming weaker, I moaned, "Don't
stop fucking me Stud. My husband can't fuck my cunt like you
can, Lover. Please... don't stop."
Almost instantly, I felt Clift's cock becoming stiff again...
his hips thrusting harder into my wide open sex saddle. The
sound of his flesh slapping against mine filled the room.
"OOOOHHH God! You're fucking the shit out of meeeeeeeeeee....
give it to me, you hot fuck stud. Ram my married cunt, Lover.
Aaaahhh shit... I wish my husband could fuck me like you do."
He shoved two fingers up my anus. His cock flexed and throbbed
inside my vagina sending hot tremors through my pussy. "Take it,
you hot cheating Bitch. I bet you fuck more men than your
husband can count. Ohhh shit... gonna shoot in you again," he
moaned.
I squeezed Clift's cock hard with my vaginal muscles. He howled
with masculine pleasure. "Oh Baby... do you feel how hard you
make my pussy throb... my husband can never get me off like you
do Stud. Ram it in... You ready to cum, Stud?"
Clift growled deep in his throat and pounded me harder than
ever, driving my ass deep into the mattress on every thrust.
"I'm not on the pill, Baby. Hubby's sperm count is too low... he
just shoots blanks into me... Come on Lover. Pump it in...
Knock me up, Stud. BREED MEEEEEEEE!"
That did it. Clift's cock just exploded. Gush after gush of
hot sperm pumped into me. It seemed like he continued to spurt
for over a minute. Even when his balls were empty, his cock was
still contracting inside my pussy. Finally, he collapsed,
exhausted. I realized that I had gotten off four times during
the fierce fucking he had given me while pretending that he was
my lover instead of my husband.
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The next day, Clift told me that he had made an appointment for
me to get a thorough, full-body massage by one of the trained
masseuses the resort employed.
"I've never had a full-body massage before, Honey. Except, of
course, with you. You gave me a fantastic full-body massage last
night... inside and out. You really drove me wild, Honey. I
loved it!"
"Me? What are you talking about? I was in a business meeting
all evening. You didn't let another man fuck you, did you? Tell
me the truth."
"Maybe later tonight, Lover. Right now, I have to go get a
full-body massage.
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The female receptionist confirmed my appointment for 11 AM and
took me to the physical therapy room. "Here we are, Mrs. Darter.
Is the temperature comfortable for you? Remember, you will be
undressed during the full-body massage so if you like, I can
raise the temperature a few degrees."
"This feels fine right now, so maybe you should raise it a
couple of degrees."
"No problem. I'll take care of it. When you're undressed, lie
on the table on your stomach and cover yourself with the blanket.
When you're ready, just press the button at the head of the
table, and your therapist will be in to administer your massage.
Enjoy. I'm sure you'll find it a very enjoyable experience. All
of the women do."
After the receptionist left, I unzipped my dress and hung it in
the closet. Out of modesty, I had worn both bra and panties to
my appointment. Reaching behind me, I unhooked and removed the
bra. For a moment, I stared at my reflection in the full-length
mirror on the wall. "Not bad, even if I do say so myself," I
grinned at my reflection. Hefting my tits, I added, "Come on,
Baby. Tell me the truth. Do you really want to fuck me?" I
couldn't stop giggling.
Hooking my fingers in the waist band of my panties, I pulled
them down below the crease of my ass. Now my reflection showed a
hot slut with her panties lowered exposing her ass and pussy.
"You're really sure you want to fuck my pussy, Darling?" I began
to giggle again.
Once I had stepped out of my panties, I was naked except for my
heels. Normally, I leave them on when I'm going to have sex, but
this was a body massage, not sex. Sitting on the side of the
table, I raised one leg and unstrapped my CFM 5-inch heel. The
position completely opened my pussy for viewing, but I was alone
and there was no male handy to enjoy the hot sight of my damp
sex.
When I raised the other foot, I opened my legs even wider. I
was surprised to find myself wishing that Clift was her to enjoy
seeing me expose my cunt his way.
Now that I was naked, I climbed onto to the table as the
receptionist had instructed, covered my ass with the blanket, and
laid down on my stomach. Glancing in the mirror, I saw how my
big tits were mashed out to the side.... MMMmmmm.. and a masseuse
was soon going to be massaging them. I pushed the buzzer to
indicate I was ready. In fact, I was more than ready. I was
eager.
I heard the door to the adjoining room open... then close. This
was followed by the sound of someone moving about the room...
then water running, obviously someone washing their hands.
Materials were moved onto the stand next to the table. I lay on
the table, my eyes still closed, shivering with the anticipation
of soft hands moving over my body... kneading my muscles.
My shivering increased with I felt hands moving the covering
blanket lower... lower... until I could feel the cool air on the
top of my ass. Then it moved a little lower. Without looking, I
knew half of my ass was now exposed to the masseuse who was about
to give me my massage. Briefly, I wondered if she was admiring
my body or if she was indifferent to it. Then the hands were on
me. On my lower back... massaging my sides and then downward to
my ass where they slowly kneaded my cheeks.
With a shock, I realized that something was wrong. The hands on
my butt were too large, too strong. Opening my eyes, I looked at
the masseuse, and discovered to my utter shock that they belonged
to a masseur, not a masseuse. "
"Stop! Stop this instant!" I shouted pulling the blanket around
my nude body at the same time as I yelled at the man. "Get your
fucking hands off me! Where the hell is the manager of this
place? Get him in her... NOW! RIGHT NOW! If that SOB isn't in
here in the next minute, I'm filing assault charges with the
police and protests with the American Embassy."
A well-dressed, Mexican man entered in less than a minute. He
summarily dismissed the masseur who hurried out as fast as his
legs would carry him. Turning to me, he asked politely what the
problem was.
"The only problem is that I had an appointment for a full-body
massage from one of your trained masseuses. Your receptionist
brings me in here, tells me to strip naked, and get on the table
on my stomach with the blanket over my lower body. After doing
all that, I close my eyes and wait. The next think I know is
that some man I've never seen before has his hands all over my
naked ass... THAT'S the problem. In my country, it's called
sexual assault, it's a felony, and it carries a substantial
prison sentence. Even if its different in Mexico, I can assure
you that after I alert all the U.S. newspapers of this assault,
the U.S. tourist trade for this hotel is going to fall to damn
near zero!"
The Mexican administrator was sweating. "Mrs. Darter, I wish to
extend the most sincere apologies of the hotel for this
unfortunate event. You see the problem is that your husband
specifically requested that we employ a masseur for your massage
instead of a masseuse. He can confirm this as he's in the
viewing room at this moment."
"Viewing room??"
"Yes... it's right on the other side of that mirror."
"One-way glass?"
"Yes... one way."
"Why?"
The Mexican shrugged. "Many husbands enjoy watching their wives
receiving a massage, Mrs. Darter. It is very common. So we
provide this accommodation. We naturally assumed that you were
aware of the situation. Obviously... very obviously, you were
not. This is entirely my fault. I should have checked with you
in advance. It's just that it's such a common request from
American tourists, that I neglected to do so. I will see about
having your hotel accommodations comped for the remainder of your
stay if you would permit me to do so by way of apology."
"Actually, if my husband requested the male masseur, it's really
not necessary. Your apology is more than satisfactory."
"That is most gracious of you Senora, but I insist. There will
no further charges for your hotel accommodations. Do you wish to
continue with the massage. I will have a masseuse here in just
minutes."
"I don't think so. Perhaps another day."
"Very well, Mrs. Darter. Your husband is waiting for you in the
reception room when you're dressed."
Clift spent the rest of the day apologizing. He was even
apologizing when he was fucking me that evening. "I don't know
why I did that, Honey. I just .."
"Shut up and fuck me!" I hissed as my pussy was about to explode
---------------------------------------------------
My husband was still apologizing the next day as we made our way
to the beach. "I'm really sorry, Darling," my husband said for
the fifteenth time as we walked toward the beach. "I just
thought you would enjoy the erotic experience."
"Plus the fact that you were on the other side of the one-way
mirror hoping to see that well-built, Mexican stud fuck me...
right?"
"I must admit, the thought did cross my mind," Clift grinned.
"I'll just bet it did," I said sarcastically as I was still
angry with him.
"I guess I shouldn't have done it. Let me warn you about the
beach... nudity is permitted. If you would rather not go, it's
ok."
"I know its a nude beach... and that includes you, not just me."
The beach wasn't crowded, but it was by no means deserted. I
saw at least a dozen couples, several women in pairs, one or two
by themselves and a dozen or so single men who were enjoying the
sights. A few of the women wore a thong to cover their pussy but
all were topless. About half the men were naked. The rest wore
a tight jock strap.
I shrugged off my robe leaving me in just a very brief thong.
When I bent over to spread the blanket, I felt the thong strap
pull deep inside my ass and slip into my sex trench. Looking
around, I saw four men enjoying the view and smiling at me. I
returned their smile.
"Your turn, Honey. Lose the robe and get naked."
"I'm hard," Clift protested.
"Good. You're supposed to be hard when you're looking at naked
woman all around you."
For a half hour, we relaxed beneath our large beach umbrella
that shielded us from the direct rays of the sun and let us enjoy
the cool breeze coming off the ocean. I was lying on my back
with my legs spread slightly, fully aware of the erotic sight I
was presenting. Obviously, I had some exhibitionistic tendencies
that I had not realized before.
"I think I'll make a trip back to the lodge and get us some cold
drinks and a few bottles of beer. I should have thought of that
in the first place," Clifton said as he rose and put on his robe.
"Good idea. I could use something cold to drink," I replied.
As my husband trudged through the sand, I watched him from
behind the dark lenses of my sun glasses. When he reached the
hard surface path leading back to the hotel, he stayed on it for
50 feet or so and then turned left back onto the beach. I wasn't
surprised.
Clift had only been gone a few minutes when a young man in his
early twenties came over. "Hi. I'm Ramon. It seems that you're
alone. May I join you?"
Ramon's body was beautifully bronzed from being in the sun. I
guessed that he was either an employee of the hotel or perhaps
one of the managers. His body was well muscled without being
muscle bound. His dark eyes seemed to see right through my thong
to my now wet pussy. But the most intriguing thing about him was
his cock... at least 8-inches and only half hard.
"I'm Arlene. My husband will be returning soon."
"I think it will be longer than you imagine, Arlene."
"Why is that? He just went back to the hotel to get us
something cold to drink. It shouldn't take him more than 15 or
20 minutes."
"Perhaps, but it will be much longer than 20 minutes before he
returns. May I sit beside you?"
I would lying if I said that this confident, handsome man with a
big, semi-hard cock didn't excite me. I patted my husband's side
of the blanket. Ramon smiled and lowered his powerful body
beside mine. He didn't waste time on idle chit-chat.
"I'm sure you are aware that you're the most beautiful and
sensuous-looking woman on the entire beach. Even though you're
lying on your back, your breasts point straight up... firm. And
your nipples..."
"What about my nipples?"
"They're hard... very hard. You're excited."
"Yes. I often have that reaction when a naked man lies down
beside me with his big penis already half hard."
"It gets much bigger."
"How much bigger?"
"Another two inches and thicker."
"God!"
"Bigger than your husband, yes?"
"Yes.. he's big, but not as big as you."
"I'm naked, but you're not. I'm going to take off your thong,
Arlene."
He didn't ask, he just told me that he was going to take it off.
It never even occurred to me to say no. When his fingers hooked
in the waistband of my thong, my hips rose off the blanket so he
could slid it over my hips. As soon as Ramon had it over my
hips, he pulled it down my legs and off in one quick motion.
Instinctively, I pressed my legs together.
"Spread your legs, Arlene. I can't wait to see your pussy."
"No... I can't to that, Ramon. I'm married, and we're on a
public beach."
"No. We're on a private, nude beach owned by the hotel in
Cancun. And as to offending anyone, you don't need to worry.
Look at that couple over there on the blue blanket. See how he's
fucking her... Can you hear her moan, Arlene?"
Looking in the direction Ramon indicated, I saw the couple. The
guy had the woman on her side facing him. She had both legs up
to allow him to move easily into her sex saddle. The position
allowed everyone a perfect view of his thick cock fucking the
woman's pussy with steady hard strokes. Each stroke was entering
her all to way to the man's balls, and each time she was
penetrated, she moaned and then grunted when the cock pounded
against her womb.
'You see," said Ramon. "Many are watching him fuck his woman,
but no one is bothering them. Everyone is just enjoying the
erotic show. You need not be concerned about being naked on this
beach. It is expected."
"I can see that, but my husband will be back soon."
"No. He will not return until we finish."
"Until we finish what?"
"Until I finish fucking you, Arlene. Now open your legs. Let
me see your delicious pussy. It will get my cock fully hard as
soon as I see it."
"How can you be so certain that my husband won't return until
... until later," I stammered.
"Because he is hiding behind the sand dune immediately behind
you. Many husbands do that here at the hotel. Particularly
American husbands. He wants to see you being fucked, Arlene.
Shall we please him? Open your legs."
"We just got married a few days ago. I can't and I won't let
another man have sex with me."
"Even though you know your husband wants you to do it?"
"It's a crazy fetish of his. One that's not going to be
satisfied. You're a very attractive, sexy man, Ramon. If I
weren't married, I would already have your gorgeous cock inside
me, but I am, and it's not going to happen. I think it would be
better if you leave... Please."
I have to admit that I was a little disappointed when Ramon
nodded and walked away. If he had just moved between my legs and
taken me, I doubt that I would have been able to resist. As I
waited for my husband to return, I couldn't keep my hands off my
wet pussy. The more I touched it, the hotter and wetter it
became. Before I realized it, I was masturbating furiously right
there on the beach. The couple that had been fucking had
finished and were now watching as I brought myself to an intense
orgasm.
==============================
Six Months Later:
Clift and I were having dinner in one of our favorite
restaurants when he asked me about the progress the "carpenters"
were making on installing the new cabinets. I had been waiting
for the question and knew it was only a matter of time before he
could no longer restrain himself from asking.
"Did the carpenters come to the house to work on the cabinets
today, Arlene?"
"Yes... all three of them."
"How did it go? Did they finish them?"
"No. Not yet. Marvin told me that it would take the rest of
the week before they finished. He promised that they would be
done by Friday afternoon."
I went back to working on my chef's salad while my husband took
a few bites of his steak. "Gary have anything to say?"
Gary was one of the carpenters who looked more like a centerfold
for "Playgirl" than a carpenter. He had been at the house for
two days now, but essentially all of the work was being done by
Marvin and Greg. Gary was spending the bulk of his time trying
to get me into bed. "Just the usual," I responded as I took
another bite of the salad.
"The usual?"
"Yeah... the usual. He told me again how sexy I looked... how
my big tits got him hard... how he would love to see my pussy and
eat me and make me cum a dozen times. And, of course, how much
he would love to fuck me... You know, the usual."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Did he succeed? At all? Did you do any thing with him?"
"Yeah, I did. I informed him that I don't have sex with fake
carpenters and to get the hell out of my home in the next 10
minutes or I was calling 911 and having him arrested. I then
told Marvin and Greg to finish up by tomorrow... not Friday... or
it would be a cold day in hell before we paid them. In addition,
I would sue their company for sexual harassment."
Clift's mouth was hanging open. I returned to eating my salad.
"What... what did they say?" he finally asked.
"They started protesting their innocence. I calmly told them
to shut up, finish the work quickly, and get the fucking hell out
of my home. One more word, and I would be filing a $250,000 law
suit for collusion on their part and the part of their company.
And I was pretty sure they would be in the unemployment line the
next day. They almost completed the work today, Darling. I'm
sure it will be done by 10 AM tomorrow morning... not two days
from now on Friday. Now if you've finished asking me questions,
I've got one for you."
Clift turned pale and waited.
"We've been married for six months now and a day hasn't passed
that you haven't tried to get me to come on to another guy, make
out with another man, seduce another guy, or let another man fuck
me. I've said 'no' every single time. My estimate is that I've
said 'no' or 'Hell No!' over 200 times now. When are you going
to stop this? Ever?"
When my husband didn't respond, I added, "Let me make this
crystal clear. You will never, ever see or hear about my making
out with another man... Not Ever! You only have two choices...
live with that fact and never mention it again, or ask for a
divorce and find a woman who will fuck other men for you. I
giving you one and only one warning... if you ever again ask or
try to get me to have sex with another man, I promise you that
one day in the future, you will regret it. Understood?"
"That sounds like a threat."
"No... it's a promise. Bet on it! Remember, Darling. Never
again! Now let's hurry and finish eating, Honey. Gary got me
really hot this afternoon and I need your big fuck stick in me."
-------------------------------------------------
As I expected, Gary could only control his urges for about a
week after my warning. We had gone to a club to have some drinks
and dance. Naturally, he asked me to dress hot and slutty,
something I never minded doing for him. It got him wildly
excited and hard... really hard... and it got me wet and ready.
Sex was always fantastic after we went out with me wearing one of
my hot whore outfits.
After having several drinks and dancing for an hour, Clift
leaned over and said, "See that guy at the bar. He's been
staring at you for the last half hour. I think you've got his
cock hard as stone."
"And?"
"I thought I would hit the men's room and take a short walk.
I'm sure he'll ask you to dance. Would you do that? Just dance
a couple of times with him if he asks?"
"No. I'll wait for you while you hit the men's room."
For the next few days, my husband was very nervous as he waited
to see what action I was going to take to make good my threat.
When nothing happened after several days, I could see him
gradually relax. A week later, he had written off my warning as
just momentary anger over Gary and the carpenters.
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Tenth Wedding Anniversary:
After the gala celebration with our families and children,
8-year old Gail and 6-year old Ralph, Clift and I were enjoying a
glass of champagne before heading to bed, where we both intended
to fuck each other to total exhaustion.
After we toasted each other, our marriage, and our children,
Clift said seriously, "You know, Honey, during the first year of
our marriage, I never thought I'd be able to hold on to you for
ten years."
"Why did you ever doubt that, Darling? I've told you more times
than I can count how great a husband you are and how good you are
in bed. Not to mention all the money you make for us," I said
with a sly grin.
"Well, you probably don't even remember the time I tried to get
you laid by Gary when the carpenters were building our new
kitchen cabinets, but you were really angry. You told me if I
ever even mentioned trying to get you to have sex with another
man again, I would regret it. I tried... I really tired, but
I've always wanted that so much, I just couldn't stop.
Fortunately, you were very forgiving and we made it even though
I'm still trying. Thank you, Arlene. I love you."
"And I love you too, Clift. Is that big cock of yours ready to
fuck my hot pussy until I'm screaming? I hope so, because I'm
ready, Lover. Really ready!"
"I think I can take care of that job, Baby. But after ten
years, can I ask you what you had in mind doing when you made
that threat ten years ago? I really thought you were going to
divorce me. I guess it was just your anger speaking because
nothing ever happened."
"Come on, Stud. Let's go to bed. I need your cock up my cunt,
Lover. Now!"
"Ok. I guess you don't want to answer me, and I suppose that's
best. Something said in anger is best forgotten. Come on, you
hot Slut."
As Clift led me to our master bedroom, I said quietly, "Have you
ever heard the story of the masochist man who finally found his
soul mate in a very mean and sadistic woman?"
"No," my husband answered with some curiosity. "What happened?"
"They married, of course, and on their wedding night, the wildly
excited husband was kneeling on the bed, naked, his cock hard as
stone with anticipation. He screamed, "Beat Me! Beat Me! Whip
my ass, Darling. Whip it hard! Hurry!" His sadistic wife
whispered calmly in his ear, "No."
I ran into the bedroom leaving my husband with a weird look on
his face. Before he entered, I was stripped to just my heels and
thigh-high stockings. I had my knees pressed back against my
tits with my pussy obscenely exposed. "Come on, Lover. Stick
that big thing into me, Stud. Cock my cunt. Hurry!"
My hot husband forgot all about my cryptic story when his hard
cock entered my wet pussy and sank into my depths. His thick, 7+
inches of cock really stretched my vagina. The hot sensation of
the big head thudding against my womb sent shivers of pleasure
through my pussy and into my belly. As I rose toward my first
orgasm after just a few minutes of the delicious fucking my
husband was giving me, I mentally placed him in the top 20% the
many men who had fucked me during the first ten years of our
marriage.
===================================
Flashback:
I spent several days considering my options as to what I should
do about Clift's refusal to stop trying one ploy after another to
get me to have sex with other men. It was clear that he was
never going to stop pleading with me to do it no matter how often
or how strongly I refused.
The obvious "solution" was to go ahead and do what he wanted.
That would certainly stop the ploys and the pleading, and I knew
that I would enjoy the sex immensely... I always did. But that
was exactly what he wanted, and I did not want to reward his
deviousness and badgering by giving him what he wanted.
Another option was clearly divorce. That would end his ploys
and pleading. The problem with that option, however, was that I
really loved Clift. In addition, he was dynamite in bed and made
a great deal of money, which I thoroughly enjoyed spending.
A third option was to begin ignoring his actions... refuse to
even acknowledge their existence. Just remain totally silent
giving him no feedback of any kind. That might work, but it
would require a long time to take effect, and I was virtually
certain that Clift had more will power in this matter than I did.
Then the solution came like a flash. All I had to do was go
ahead and take advantage of his offer to allow me to enjoy all
manner of sex with other men, but keep it totally secret forever.
This would prevent Clift from getting any pleasure from my
sexual activities. In fact, I found the mental picture of my
husband begging me to do things I was already doing amusing and
funny... almost hilarious.
I had no doubt about my ability to keep my sexual activities
totally concealed from my husband. Other wives get caught
because their husbands are suspicious and investigate. In my
case, Clift wouldn't have the slightest suspicion... after all,
why should I cheat when he's begging me every day to fuck other
men.
The only drawback was that I would have to continue to put up
with his begging, pleading, and never-ending ploys. However, all
the hot sex that was mine to enjoy would be more than ample
compensation for his badgering.
The plan was perfect... all I had to do was decide how to
execute it. I spent another several days laying out all the
details and safeguards. It was tough, grueling work to figure
out how to fuck dozens of different men... but I plugged away,
laughing almost continuously as I worked.
-----------------------------------------
It was nine days after Clift had ignored my final warning when
he had to attend a business conference in Chicago. "I hate
leaving you for five days, Arlene, but I really don't have a
choice," he had said as he packed his suitcase.
"I know that, Darling. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I
know you'll be busy. When you have time, I would appreciate a
call. Call me on my cell phone in case I'm not home when you
call. I don't want to miss a chance to talk ot you."
As soon as my husband's car left for the airport, I was in my
bedroom getting ready for my first night out in over six months.
I selected a hot yellow dress that just barely covered my ass
and so little of my breasts that there was no way I could
possibly wear a bra with it. I even considered leaving off the
panties, but that seemed a little too much. I compromised with a
yellow thong.
"The Phallus" strip club was still doing a great business. The
place was packed with women, mostly married but a few singles.
When I finally got a place at the bar, I asked the female
bartender if Wayne was still working here.
"Oh yeah. But you're gonna have to get in line and take a
number, Honey. There probably aren't more than a couple of dozen
women here tonight that want some of him."
"I was afraid of that. I put a $20 on the counter and asked,
"Would you do me a favor, Joanne? Take this picture backstage
and show it to Wayne. Tell him that Arlene's here and would like
to apologize properly for leaving him high and dry at her
bachelorette party six months ago. Tell him if he's interested
in my apology, I'll be waiting for him in one of the booths at
the back of the club when he's finished stripping."
I handed her the glossy photo with a smile. Joanne took a look
at it and grinned. "That just might do the trick, Honey. I'll
take care of it for you."
Once again, I felt my pussy getting wet and excited when I
watched him on stage thrusting that huge cock at all the women
along the edge. Even though I was all the way at the back of the
room, he still looked big and very thick. After watching him in
action again, I was pretty certain that Joanne hadn't exaggerated
when she had told me that a couple of dozen women wanted him in
their bed. At that point, I was getting a little depressed at
the thought that the very first time I offered my body to another
man, I might be turned down.
Before Wayne ended his routine, I had seen at least three women
take his cock in their mouths and do their best to get him to
shoot like I had that night six months ago. I was both pleased
and surprised when they failed because everyone of them was
really taking him deep.
When I saw Wayne heading toward my table about five minutes
later, I could feel my excitement mount. I could also feel the
increased wetness between my thighs. My thong had no chance to
contain the flood coming out of my hot pussy.
"Wow! It really is you. I thought one of the other guys was
playing another joke on me when Joanne showed me your picture.
She swore that the picture was legit, but I couldn't believe it.
Fantastic. And you look awesome!"
I felt my vagina throb when I saw Wayne checking out my thighs
and tits that were almost completely exposed by my dress. "Why
did you think it was a joke?" I asked.
"Well, ever since you stood me up six months at your
bachelorette party, the other guys have been constantly giving me
a hard time over scaring the bride away.. You know... they keep
telling me that the thought of having to make it with me was just
too much for you bear and you bugged out."
"I did run away, but not because I didn't want to make it with
you. I left because I wanted it too much and I was getting
married in just a few days."
"You have no idea how much that does for my fragile male ego,
Arlene. So why have you changed your mind? Marriage over now or
something?"
"No. Not at all. I'm cheating on him tonight... first time."
"Now THAT really hikes up my ego. You sure?"
"Oh hell yes! I was afraid that you'd leave with one of those
women who were sucking you while you danced."
"Honey... they didn't stand a chance with you here waiting for
me. I was just hoping it was really you. Move over. Let's get
reacquainted."
Wayne slid into the booth beside me and an instant later, his
mouth was pressed against mine, his tongue deep inside my mouth,
and his hand inside my dress cupping and hefting my tits.
Pushing the straps off my shoulders, Wayne had both of my tits
out soon after he had gotten into the booth with me. His fingers
squeezed, twisted, and pulled on my hard nipples bringing soft
sighs and moans of pleasure from me.
While he worked on me, my hand was busy at his pants, unzipping
him and reaching in to feel his hard, thick erection. "Oh fuck,
you're big, Honey! My husband is big, but not like you. That
thing is really gonna stretch my pussy!"
"Think your husband will notice?"
"No, it will be five days before he returns. But I want to tell
you that it's very important that my husband never find out about
this. If he doesn't, I'll be available to you on a regular basis
whenever you want to fuck me. But if he finds out, it's over
immediately. Ok? Understood?"
"Crystal. I read you loud and clear, Arlene. Even without the
promise of a lot of sex with you in the future, I would never
tell anyone. I don't talk about my ladies with anyone, ever.
Men who do usually end up fucking their hand rather and sensuous
woman."
"Can we go now, Honey, or do you have to dance again later?"
I've already waited six months for this big cock of yours. I
don't want to wait any longer than I have to."
"I'm done for the night. A hotel? My place? Yours?"
"Would you like to fuck me in my bed, Lover? Screw my ass off
where my husband usually bangs me? Sound hot?" He didn't have
to answer. His cock answered for him... loud and clear as it
jerked hard in my hand.
"That's the best offer I've had in a long time. Let's go!"
Zipping up his pants, Wayne slid out of the booth and held out
his hand to help me. When I started to replace my tits back
inside my dress, he stopped me. "Leave them out. It took me six
months to get them out... now leave them out.
I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I also felt my pussy
getting even wetter. Once I was standing beside him, he pulled
my dress up in back exposing my ass. My excitement mounted when
he said, "Hold it up as we leave, Arlene."
"You're a dirty bastard, Honey. You just want all your buddies
to know that you're going to be fucking me tonight."
"You're right. Just do what I said."
With my dress around my waist, all the women, the male dancers,
and the waitresses could see my bare butt and bouncing tits as we
moved toward the exit. The lusty stares of the men and the
knowing smiles of the woman had me trembling. Before we were
halfway to the door, I felt Wayne's fingers touch the inside of
my thighs. I kept my dress high as they moved closer to my
thong. Just as we reached the door, the fingers reached my thong
and began to move over the damp material right above my erect
clitoris.
Wayne rode in my car back to my house. Before we were halfway
there, he had me groaning with need as he worked my nipples and
tits with his hands and mouth. When he told me to lift my ass so
he could get my dress up around my hips, I jacked my hips high in
the air in a flash. As soon as he had pulled up my dress, I felt
his fingers exploring beneath my thong. By the time he reached
my throbbing clit, juices were pouring from my pussy.
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We didn't make it to the bedroom before Wayne was fucking me.
As soon as we through my front door, he pulled my dress off and
let it fall to the floor. At the same time, I was frantically
pulling his pants and briefs down as he ripped off his shirt.
"Slot your panties, Arlene. Pull them into your slit... hard
and deep."
As Wayne quickly removed his shoes, I was standing right in
front of him, trembling in heat, with my panties slotted deep
inside my sex trench.
Wayne pulled me onto the divan, his hands caressing my ass. I
couldn't stop moaning when he put me on my back. His fingers
grasped the waistband of my thong and ripped it into two pieces.
My entire body was shuddering uncontrollably as I watched this
wildly excited stud throw the two pieces of my ruined thong aside
and gaze with hot lust at my exposed pussy. His long, thick cock
thrust outward from his loins like a fearsome battering ram.
"Tongue first... then cock," he growled. "Ready?"
For an answer, I pulled my legs wide open and thrust my pussy
upward, rotating my hips. I screamed with hot pleasure when
Wayne pushed his head into my sex saddle and buried his tongue
into my throbbing sex trench. Frantically, I raised my legs and
draped them over his shoulders.
Wayne grasped my thighs firmly, his fingers pressing into my
flesh as he spread me wider. His tongue shot into my hot hole
causing my eyes to open wide and a hot curse to erupt from my
lips.
"Oh god, yes! Like that! Suck me, you hot Bastard. Suck me,"
I moaned as my ass thrust against the mouth covering my pussy.
The tip of Wayne's tongue was sliding slowly up the length of my
trench, probing my hole as it moved. He moved faster. I heard
myself hissing with hot female pleasure as the tongue pushed in
and out. Even thought he hadn't yet started on my clit, it was
already dancing wildly. I was about to explode. My body arched
high. I was screaming at the same time as my vagina was
convulsing in my first orgasm with another man in six months.
I heard myself screaming, "YES! YES! I LOVE IT! DO ME MORE
WAYNE... .OOHHHHH GOD!"
As soon as Wayne felt my pussy contracting in hard spasms, he
moved his tongue onto my clit. The pleasure was so intense I
tried desperately to pull away, but he held me in place. His
tongue lightly stroked my bursting clitoris again and again... up
and down the throbbing shaft... over the sensitive tip bringing
howls from me... then into his mouth where he sucked it. I was
convulsing in a second orgasm.
Pulling his head from between my gaping thighs, he informed me,
"Cock time, Arlene." His fisted his thick 9+ inch shaft and
growled, "You want this, Arlene?"
"Oh god... Yes! Hurry. Stick it in my cunt... Hurry!" Then a
moment later: "UUGGHHH... OOHHHHH SHIT... IT'S HUGE...
OOOHHHHHHH... AAAAHHH... Can't take it... too fucking big...
aaahhh.. aaahhh.. aaahhh... Oh shit... Oh shit... Oh shit... IT'S
GOING INNNNNNNNNNNNN!" I never stopped howling the entire time
Wayne was nailing my pussy with his monster cock.
Wayne rammed me for at least 15 minutes. Every stroke thudded
with authority into the bottom of my vagina driving my hips deep
into the couch. My G-spot was being frictioned on the way out
and again when Wayne plunged back into my depths. I came... then
I came again... over and over.
Without warning, Wayne pulled his shaft out of my pussy, leaving
a huge, gaping hole where it had been a moment before. He turned
me onto my knees and ordered to me to get my ass up in the air.
I was still throbbing in my most recent orgasm as I hiked my butt
high and waited for him to enter me again.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! IT'S GOING INTO MEEEE... You're fucking me
again... Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Stick me, Stud. Stick my hot pussy...
make me cum, Wayne. GIVE IT TO ME!"
The thick shaft raced down the length of my sex channel and
hammered into my womb, bringing loud grunts of pleasure from my
lips. Holding my hips in place, Wayne fucked me like a hot
whore... pumping his shaft deep inside my pussy over and over
until I was cumming almost continuously.
"I hope you're on the pill, Arlene, because here comes the first
load, Baby!" His cock flexed and pulsed eight or nine times as
he emptied himself into my contracting, pulsing vagina.
After a short rest, I got some wine and cheese from the fridge,
and we had a snack to replenish our energy and give us both time
to recover. I loved the way Wayne continued to stare at my body
even though he had just finished giving me a fabulous fucking and
pumping a monster load of cum into me.
After we finished the wine and cheese, Wayne carried me to the
master bedroom where he fucked me two more times. The first
time, I got it while on my back again with my knees pressed back
against my tits.
After I had cum, he again got me bent over on my knees, but this
time, he slowly worked his shaft into my anus. It hurt, of
course, but he took it very slowly until he had almost his full
length inside me. When he did begin to fuck me, the feeling was
incredible. Halfway through the hot fuck, he turned me over and
had me ride him. After I had cum the first time, I was taking
his entire shaft into my ass on every thrust.
After my second orgasm, he turned me into reverse cowgirl
position, hooked his arms behind my knees and pulled my legs up
on either side of my tits. The position completely opened my ass
for Wayne. Again and again, his cock sank deep into my ass like
a slick, oiled piston... hard... fast. I heard myself howling as
the orgasms swept through me.
I had three more absolutely mind-blowing orgasms before he
pulled out and had me kneel in front on him with my mouth wide
open. It was almost like a fire hose when he fired his load into
my waiting mouth.
During the night, Wayne screwed me again, this time in spoon
position. At first, he pushed his shaft into my soaked pussy
from behind while holding and caressing my tits. After several
strokes inside my vagina to wet his shaft, he pulled out and
pressed it against my now stretched asshole. It sank into me
easily. I was grunting like a sow being bred as Wayne hammered
that huge dick in and out of my ass.
In the morning, I got it again on my back on the breakfast
table. He was a gentleman though. He left me finish my
breakfast before taking me again.
We showered together an hour or so later, which was sort of
pointless because as soon as we got out of the shower, he had me
in bed again. This time, I rode him. It was an incredible ride
with that huge shaft driving deep inside my convulsing vagina.
After taking his fourth load, we had to shower again.
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After a day's rest to recover from the fierce, but delicious,
pounding that Wayne had given me, I went out for dinner at the
4-star restaurant in the Marriott Inn. I like other restaurants
in the city better, but the one in the Marriott had a big
advantage... there were a lot of male guests at the hotel who
weren't with their wives.
Several waiters and a couple of men were checking me out while I
ate, but none approached and asked to join me. Hopefully, I
would have better luck in the lounge after dinner.
I decided against a table as that might give the impression that
I was waiting for my husband to join me, which was the last
impression I wanted to make. Once seated at the bar, I crossed
my legs to expose a generous portion of thigh and waited. After
10 minutes or so, a well-dressed man wearing a suit, coat, and
tie sat down two seats to my left. He was about 10 years older
than me, maybe late 30s or early 40s, and nice looking.
A glance in the mirror behind the bar let me know that he was
checking out my breasts and thigh. I found myself wondering how
big his cock was... how well he would use it... how many times he
would want to fuck me. When he didn't speak to me after five
minutes, I knew he was trying to get up his nerve but wasn't
having much luck. He just needed a little help.
Turning toward so that he had the full effect of my exposed
thigh, I smiled and said, "Looks like were both alone. My
husband deserted me for a business conference tonight."
Fortunately, that was all the encouragement he needed.
"You're right. I'm Saul. I'm a sales rep making the rounds of
our best customers to see if they need anything."
"Hi, Saul. I'm Arlene."
"I'm delighted to meet you, Arlene. May I buy you a drink?"
"This is my second, and that's about my limit, but I'll take a
cup of coffee... black."
Saul ordered my coffee and then asked, "So... what do you like
to do when your husband deserts you?"
"Probably the same thing you like to do when you're on the road
alone."
The bartender brought me coffee just before Saul said, "I'm
staying here at the Marriott, so I have a room. Shall we? Just
bring the coffee with you."
"Forget the coffee, Saul. I much prefer cream."
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While we waited for the elevator, I pulled Saul against me and
kissed him hard right there in the lobby. When the elevator
doors opened, his tongue was deep inside my mouth.
As soon as the doors shut, I was kneeling in front of him with
his cock in my mouth. He was a little over 6-inches, average
thickness, but most importantly, he was hard as stone. As I
sucked him, he grunted and pushed more of his rod into my mouth
on every thrust. When the elevator doors opened at his floor, my
lips were kissing the base of his cock.
As soon as he got me in the room, we both worked feverishly to
get me out of my clothes. Saul unzipped my dress, and I let it
drop to the floor. As I was unhooking my bra, he was pulling my
panties down my legs. When I was down to just my stockings and
heels, he scooped me up in his arms, kissed me hard, and put me
on my back on the desk.
I spread my legs wide open as he opened his pants and let them
fall about his ankles. Neither of us could wait a second longer.
The desk had my pussy at exactly the right height for him.
Stepping between my thighs, he pressed the head of his rigid
shaft against my opening. When he thrust forward, I pushed back.
"OOohhhh god... your pussy feels so hot... so wet... so damn
good," he moaned as inch after inch of cock slid into my pulsing
hole.
I didn't know how it felt to Saul, but that iron-hard dick
stretching my hole open and sinking into me had me quivering on
the brink of an orgasm before he halfway into me.
"UUNNNnnnnnn... More... More... MORE! Push in more cock,
Lover... AAAHHHH... fuck... FUCK!! FUCK ME, SAUL. HARD!"
I came... hard. My vagina was throbbing and contracting in
jerking spasms about his prick. Somehow, Saul managed to keep
from cumming even though my pussy was squeezing and milking his
shaft. He poured one delicious fuck stroke after another into my
pulsing vagina... forcing his cock deep .. right through my hard
contractions. His shaft moved over my G-spot again and again...
each stroke crushed my dancing clitoris against his pubic bone
sending shock waves through my cunt and belly. I came again...
even harder this time. Still, Saul held back.
Finally, just as my pussy exploded in a third orgasm, Saul
moaned and ejaculated into me. Our organs throbbed and spasmed
together in a hot sexual symphony. It was at least 10 minutes
before either of us could speak.
"Oh my god! You are one magnificent stud, Saul. I just can't
believe how many times you got me off and how hard."
When Saul finally pulled his semi-hard rod out of my
still-pulsing vagina, I again knelt in front of him and cleaned
his organ with my lips and mouth. After I had suctioned in the
last of his load and my juices, I stripped him, and he carried me
to the bed.
The second time he fucked me, he had me ride his shaft. First,
I faced him with my tits swinging right in front of his face
while my pussy pumped up and down on his once more rigid cock.
"Oh god, Saul. You're like a master swordsman with that cock...
Aaahhh... ohhhhh fuckkk.... I'm cumming again...
aaahhhh aaahhhhh aaahh... cumming!"
After he had made me cum twice, he had me turn around so he
could see my ass and watch his cock sinking in and out of my
pussy. That sight was too much for him.
"Ohhhh ... can't hold it, Arlene... Too damn hot watching my
cock fucking into your hot cunt.. can't hold it," he moaned.
"Don't hold it, Lover. Pump me full of your hot load," I
screamed. He followed instructions perfectly.
I spent the night in Saul's hotel room. In the morning, he
moved behind me and drove his morning erection deep inside my
waiting cunt. We both moaned with the hot sensuous pleasure of
cock entering cunt. I had two more orgasms before his third load
filled my pussy.
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Clift returned home around noon on Saturday. We went out to
dinner and later made love three times. After giving me a second
hard fucking, he asked me the questions that he always asked.
"Did you miss me?"
"Of course I missed you... particularly your big, thick cock,
Lover."
"Did you do anything sexy while I was gone... see anyone if only
to dance with them?"
"No. You know that, Honey. But I did masturbate with my
fingers and my vibrator twice. Want me to do it right now while
you watch?"
"Tomorrow night, Honey. Right now, I'd like you suck me hard
again with that magic mouth of yours so I can fuck you again."
It only took about 10 minutes for me get my randy husband hard
again. He turned me onto all fours and drove his cock into my
asshole. I screamed... half in pain... half in pleasure. When
he was all the way inside me and his fingers were working my
clitoris as he fucked me hard, the pain vanished, and I surged
toward another orgasm.
"I just wish that at least once, you would have sex with another
man and tell me about it when I come home from a trip, Arlene."
"Forget that, Lover, and fuck your hot wife's ass harder. Make
me cum again."
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After that first wild week, I set up a regular cheating
schedule. I joined an aerobics and exercise club that met on
Wednesday nights, the same night as Clift's duplicate bridge
game, which he essentially never missed. While Clift was busy
finessing his opponents out of their high cards, a series of
different men were busy finessing me out of my panties.
In addition to Wednesday nights, I also usually arranged to see
a man during the day once a week, but, of course, not on
Wednesdays. Often this would be Wayne as he didn't work during
the days. But if he wasn't available, all I had to do was go to
a lounge and order a drink while wearing something hot. It was a
rare occasion when I had to return home with an unsatisfied
pussy.
Clift continued to beg and plead with me to do something sexy
with other men, and I continued to refuse.... just like the
masochistic man pleading with his sadistic wife, "Beat Me! Beat
Me!" and the wife says, "No".
Occasionally a really priceless opportunity would arise. For
example, like what happened right after our second anniversary.
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Shortly after our second anniversary, we were having drinks and
dancing in an after hours club. Clift had me wearing a black
miniskirt, a tight, white top, and 4-inch, black heels. Under my
skirt, my pussy was naked, and I was not wearing a bra, a fact
that quickly became evident to every man in the place when my
tits bounced wildly every time Clift and I danced. He even
twirled me and bent me over so that I was certain that numerous
men had gotten a good pussy shot.
After an hour, at least a dozen men or more wanted to fuck me.
That was the moment my husband had been waiting for. He picked
out the hottest-looking stud who had been lusting after me for
most of the evening and pointed him out, which really wasn't
necessary since I had already seen him. But my darling husband
didn't know that.
"See that guy over at the end of the bar, Arlene. He's been
leering at you for the last 30 minutes. When he turns sideways,
you can see that you've got him hard as stone. He's just dying
to fuck you. Would you ... just once... go over to the bar and
let him ask you to dance... then accept?"
"As you just said, Darling. He doesn't want to dance with me.
He wants to fuck your wife."
"I know... oh god, I know. Would you do it just this once for
me?"
"No chance, Dear. If I did it once, you would want it again and
again and again. You would never stop. It's already bad enough
as it is." Clift moaned with disappointment.
"Honey, I'm feeling really light-headed and nauseated from all
the drinks. I need to lie down in the ladies room for fifteen or
twenty minutes. Would that be all right? Do you mind waiting?
When I come back, we can dance some more, and I'm sure I'll
accidentally flash my pussy at even more of the men."
The thought of my showing off my pussy had my husband's cock
almost as hard as it had been fantasizing about the stud at the
bar fucking me. As I expected, he told me to take my time...
that he didn't mind waiting on me.
I left my husband sitting at the table and approached one of the
cocktail waitresses as if to ask for directions to the ladies
room. "Miss, I need you do to me a big favor," I said as I
pressed a $20 bill into her palm.
She did a magic trick and made the $20 disappear between her
tits and then said, "Sure. What is it?"
As I spoke, I was quickly writing a short note on a blank sheet
from my memo book. "First, I want you to point in the direction
of the ladies room and pretend to be giving me directions. Then,
I want you give this note to the black-haired guy at the end of
the bar. The one looking at me right now. That's it, except
make sure no one sees you doing it."
"Particularly Hubby, right?"
"Right," I said with a grin.
"No problem, Honey. Have fun. And by the way, you'd better be
ready. That guy is hung, and you've had him hard for the last
half hour."
After "getting directions", I headed toward the ladies room
without even glancing at Mr. Hung. When I knew I was out of
sight of my husband, I turned just in time to see the waitress
handing him my note. I didn't have to watch to know that he was
going to be surprised when he read it.
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Hi Stud,
I'm Arlene, the woman whose tits and pussy you've been ogling
for the last hour. Hubby thinks I'm going to the ladies room.
I'm not. We have 20 minutes. Meet me by the ladies room if
interested. Arlene
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As soon as Mr. Hung walked up to me, he hefted both of my tits.
"Hot Damn. I didn't think you were wearing a bra, and I know you
haven't got on any panties."
"What makes you so sure, Honey?"
"You've been flashing your cunt to all the men here for an hour.
What do you have in mind?"
"Fucking... Your cock in my cunt. We have about 19 minutes
now."
"Where?"
"That's up to you, Stud. I provide the cunt... you provide the
cock and the place. How about the parking lot... you can bend me
over your car trunk."
"I'm gonna bend you over, Slut. That's for sure, but not in the
parking lot. This way."
He led me to the manager's office and unlocked it. "You're the
manager?" I asked surprised.
"Hell no, but Carl owes me a favor. When I got your note, I
asked him to give me the keys. Come on, you hot Bitch."
As soon as Mr. Hung pulled me into the office, he locked the
door and quickly jerked down my T-top to expose both of my tits.
Then, he bent me over the desk and shoved my black miniskirt up
to my waist completely baring my ass and cunt. He was tall, and
I had to rise up on tip toes to bring my vagina into fucking
position for him. He worked the big head up and down my soaked
slit and then pushed it into my waiting hole.
"OOOHHHHHHH SHIT, BABY... YOU ARE HUNG! UUNNGGGHHH!"
"Take my cock, Bitch," he growled as he pushed four more inches
of prick into my hole. He was stretching me so much, I came even
before he got his entire length into me.
"Jezz! You're already cumming... What a hot cunt your are,
Honey. It feels like your pussy is trying to squeeze my cock
right off."
"OOHHH god... shut up and fuck me! Hard. Give me that big
pussy stretcher. HARD!"
He did. I came twice more before he grunted and emptied his
balls into my contracting vagina. Mr. Hung pulled his dick out
of me told me to clean him. I had to really stretch my mouth to
get all of him inside. There was no way I could take his entire
length, so I sucked him deeply as possible and then licked off
the rest of his rod.
When I finished, I noticed another man in the room with us.
"This is Carl, Arlene. I promised him that he could have a piece
of your hot ass too if he let us use the office. So be a good
slut and get up on the desk and spread for him, Baby."
"Ok, but we have to hurry. I have to be back to hubby in no
more than 8 minutes. So, fuck me hard and fast, Carl. Stick it
in and shoot, Baby!"
Carl pulled off my top while My. Hung unzipped and removed my
skirt. They boosted me up onto the desk. Carl pulled my ass
near the edge so that my pussy was in position. I lifted both
legs high and grunted when he stuck his cock into my cum-filled
hole. He shot a second load into me in about six minutes.
Pulling on my top and skirt, I made a quick stop in the ladies
room to wash off my pussy before heading back to hubby. We
danced to two more numbers and I made it a point to bend over
several times so he could see me flashing..
Clift was far too excited to wait until we got home to fuck me.
Halfway there, he pulled into a city park, drove the car to a
secluded spot, and had me mount him right there in the front
seat. When he finished and I moved off his lap, Clift's pants
were covered with semen. Of course, it wasn't all his, but then
he didn't know that.
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Fifteenth Wedding Anniversary:
Clift had surprised me with a trip to Cancun in celebration of
our 15th wedding anniversary. His idea was for us to have a hot
week while we relived our honeymoon. We were even staying in the
same hotel. I have to admit that I loved his idea, and when he
told me that "I was ten times more beautiful and hotter than on
our honeymoon." I fell in love with him all over again.
As the day for our departure approached, I found myself
wondering what I could give my husband that he would like as much
as I liked his gift of the second honeymoon trip to Cancun. Of
course, I knew what he wanted most... what he had wanted all his
life but had never gotten to experience. Moreover, he had
finally gotten his desires under control. It had been years
since he had asked me to have sex with another man. But even
though he held his tongue, I could still see the hot desire
burning in his eyes when other men lustfully stared at me.
"Perhaps I should let him read my Fuck Book," I thought.
Actually, my "Fuck Book" was a set of CDs, not just one, that
detailed every one of my sexual encounters. The disks had the
name of the man, or men if there were more than one, dates, where
we had sex, and all the dirty details of how they fucked me. I
even recorded the number of times they had ejaculated in me or on
me. In many cases, I had photos of the men and in most of those
cases, the photos usually showed them fucking me.
After some thought, I decided against that idea. Frankly, I
thought it would be too much for Clifton or any man to take.
After all, 15 years of fucking men an average of three or four
times a month added up to a lot of sexual encounters with many
different men. Of course, some guys had fucked many times, such
as Wayne. In the six years before he moved away, Wayne had laid
me on 63 different occasions, and on each of those, I had been
fucked at least three times. Clearly, I needed a different gift.
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When the bellhops were taking our luggage to our hotel room in
Cancun, I remembered that on our honeymoon, Clift had
deliberately left me alone with them after telling them to "take
care of any of my needs". This time, he was with me in the room.
While the bellhops were giving him a tour of the room's
facilities and controls, I sat on the couch and gradually allowed
my legs to drift open... further and further... until they were
far apart and my pink panties were on display for the bellhops.
When the three men came into the sitting room and saw the way I
was sitting, all three men stopped dead in their tracks and did a
double and then a triple take. My husband was astounded.
"Honey, why don't you run down to the lobby and pick up some
bath oil, powder, shampoo, and lipstick for me... you know the
shade I like. These gentlemen can show me around the room and
take care of my needs while you gone. Take your time. I'm sure
they'll have a lot to show me."
Clift looked like he was having trouble breathing he was so
shocked. His cock was also getting very, very hard as it tented
his pants. "Go on, Darling. I'll need those things tonight and
the shop may close soon. And while you're down there, why don't
you reserve us an umbrella for the beach tomorrow and check on
sight seeing tours for us. Take your time. Get us the best
deal. I'll be taking a shower and won't be ready to go to dinner
for at least an hour... so there's no hurry."
I knew he wanted to stay and watch, but his brain told him that
he needed to leave or there would no chance that anything would
happen. He was still staring between my legs as he shut the door
behind him.
A minute or so after the door closed, I stood up and pulled my
black sheathe over my head leaving me naked except for the pink
panties and my heels. Both bellhops stared lustfully at me...
not at all surprised by my sluttish behavior. They were
obviously very well acquainted with hot, American wives who come
to Cancun for sexual adventure. "How about giving a girl some
help with these panties?" I said in my best whorish voice.
One of them, Felipe, was kneeling beside me in a flash. His
fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties. I wiggled my ass
as he pulled them down my thighs. When they were bunched around
my feet, I put my hand on his head and stepped out of them.
Turning my attention to Celino, I laid down on the couch, put one
foot up on the back and the other out to the side on the floor.
The position spread me wide open and totally exposed my wet
pussy. "Do Mexican men eat pussy, Honey?" I asked Celino.
He took less than a minute to get out of his clothes and sock
his head between my gaping thighs. A soft moan escaped my lips
when his mouth covered my hole and his tongue swiped up the
length of my slit.
"OOOHHHHHHHH fuck! Eat me, Honey... EAT ME!"
Alternating between licking and sucking on my lips and stroking
my throbbing clitoris with his tongue, he had me humping my ass
upward against his face in the first minute. In the second
minute, his fingers entered my cunt, located my G-spot, and
rubbed it in firm, sensuous circles. My mouth flew open with the
intensity of the sensation
"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! Yesssssssss... like that... oh
god... Like that!"
When my head tilted back and my mouth opened in a hissing moan,
it was quickly filled by Felipe's iron-hard cock. He pushed in
deep, and I had no choice other than to suck him. With a tongue
on my clit and a hard cock fucking my mouth, the two studs had me
on the brink of an orgasm in just a few minutes. They worked in
unison... cock sinking in... tongue flicking my clit and fingers
pushed over my G-spot. When Felipe pulled his cock back, Celino
withdrew his fingers.
"OOOHHH Fuckkkkk... I'm cumming... cummingg... aaaahhhhhhhhh!!"
My vagina was still throbbing when Celino mounted me. He lifted
my legs and put them on his shoulders to put my cunt in perfect
fucking position and permit the deepest possible penetration.
His cock was hitting against my cervix on every stroke.
With my pussy still contracting in hard spasms from my first
orgasm, there was no way Celino could last very long. After 10
minutes of hard, unrelenting fucking, his body stiffened. He
rammed his cock deep and hit me with a series of hard, short
strokes. I felt his buttocks contracting as he shot stream after
stream of hot sperm into my eagerly waiting hole.
As soon as Celino finished fucking me, Felipe was on me. He
turned me onto my knees, pushed my head down onto the couch, and
drove his cock into my still throbbing vagina. The squishing
sounds of his cock pumping in and out of my cum-filled hole
excited both of us. Felipe was fucking me like a wild bull.
Soon, the squishing sounds were overshadowed by female howls of
pleasure. The feeling a hard cock produces in a pussy is just
fantastic! I couldn't stop moaning... then grunting.
"Cumming... ugh ... ugh.. aaah... cumming... ugh... ohhh you
Bastard... you're fucking meeeeeeeeee.... making me
cummmmmmmmm... give it to meeeeeeee... CUM INSIDE MY CUNT!"
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When Clift returned an hour later, Felipe and Celino were gone.
I was still on the couch, naked, with my knees up, legs spread,
my arm hefting both of my tits, and my other hand spreading open
my drenched vagina. Clift was stunned.
"You did it! OH MYGOD! YOU LET THEM FUCK YOU! OH GOD ... OH
GOD... OH GOD!!"
He literally ripped his clothes off and threw himself between my
gaping thighs. Ramming his month onto my pussy, he began sucking
the two loads out of my hole like a man dying of thirst in the
Sahara desert. His tongue went in as far as he could get it. I
squeezed with my vaginal muscles to eject the cum into his mouth.
While he was cleaning my pussy, he shot off a huge load all over
the front of the couch and floor.
"I can't wait any longer, Clift. You've already made me cum
twice. Get on me. Fuck your hot whore wife. Stick your cock in
me... HURRY!"
We had been married for fifteen years, and I had never seen
anything like the way my wildly excited husband fucked me over
the next two hours. He came in me three times without his cock
going soft. I was begging him to let me rest. He didn't even
hear me... he just kept fucking the shit out of me... first
missionary... then doggie... then in my ass... then with me
riding him... them with me riding him with his cock up my ass.
After two hours and four cum injections from my husband, his
strokes slowed and gradually stopped. His breathing was labored.
I was worried that he might have a heart attack. Concerned, I
asked him if he was all right... if he had any chest pains or
pains in his left arm.
Slowly, Clift pushed himself to a sitting position on the couch,
grinned at me, and assured me that he was all right. "But if I
was going to die of a heart attack, this is the death I choose...
dying of a heart attack while fucking the hottest woman on the
planet... my wife."
I flushed with pleasure at that comment. "Well, you need to
feed me before you fuck me to death, Stud. Your whore is
hungry."
"Ok, but I have to know why you changed your mind... what
happened?"
"I made you wait 15 years... for the past 4 years, you haven't
once asked me to fuck another man even though I could tell how
much you wanted that. Our children are nearly adults and will be
leaving home soon. So I decided it was time to give you the
slutty wife you've always wanted. I hope you liked it because I
loved the way those two bellhops fucked me."
"Is this just a one-time thing that will have to last me for the
next 15 years?"
"Ask me that question again when we're on the plane heading home
after this week, Lover."
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My husband had undergone a complete transformation from a
normally horny male to a raging, insatiable satyr. After dinner,
we took a walk on the beach in the moonlight. Before we had
walked a hundred yards down the beach, Clift was fucking me on a
grassy slope overlooking the ocean. He had my dress up around my
waist, my legs dancing high in the air, and his cock pounding my
pussy with hard, deep strokes.
"How many times did Felipe fuck you?" he asked.
"Just once, but he made me cum."
"Oh fuck," he moaned as he rammed me harder. "What was Celino
doing?"
"OOHH that's good, Honey. Pump it to me, Lover... ugh ugh ugh
... he had his cock in ... aaahhhhhhhh... ooohhhhhh... in my
mouth... making me suck... uugghhhh... I'm so close, Baby. Fuck
me harder!"
"Did Felipe cum in your cunt?"
"Ohhhhh yessss... big load... aaaahhhh aaahhhhh... cumming...
I'm cumminggg!"
I came again a moment later when Clift's cock began to throb
inside me... each time it throbbed, a gush of sperm and semen
shot into my vagina.
"Did Celino cum in your mouth?"
I was gasping for breath...unable to answer. My husband shoved
my legs onto the grass on either side of my tits and growled,
"Answer me... did he cum in your mouth?"
"Noo... he took Felipe�s place in my pussy and shot his load
there."
"In your pussy? His big fuck load in my wife's pussy?"
"YYesssss... ohhh god... you're still hard... I don't believe
it... fuck me more, Honey... Give it to me!"
"He came inside your cunt, didn't he?"
"Yes... yes.... YES! IN MY CUNT... IN YOUR CUNT!"
Clift fucked me like a caveman... hammering his shaft into the
bottom of my throbbing hole again and again. I came twice more
before he emptied another load into his cunt.
That night, I got almost no sleep. Clift would fuck me... then
we would sleep for an hour or so before he awoke with another
erection. Whenever that had happened before, he would shake me
awake and ask if we could have sex. Not now. He just shoved my
legs apart, moved between them, and began fucking me. Before
morning, I had been screwed four times and had three more loads
of cum inside my pussy and the fourth in my ass. I must have had
a dozen orgasms or more.
In the morning, I woke up with Clift eating my pussy and
cleaning my vagina of his semen and sperm. He had only done that
a few time in the 15 years we had been married.
"Let me go wash and clean up, Honey. I'm full of cum."
His only response was, "Spread wider... pull your legs back...
squeeze the cum into my mouth, Arlene. Do it!"
I came twice more before he considered that I had been
thoroughly cleaned. Then, he ruined all his hard work by
mounting me and filling my pussy with another cum load. We
cuddled together and slept for a couple of hours before I heard
my husband on the phone ordering breakfast for two. The last
thing I heard him say was, "Is either Felipe or Celino there?...
Good... Please have him bring the food to Room 918 when it's
ready."
"You're a devious satyr, Darling."
"Just ordering my hot wife some breakfast," he grinned.
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"OOHHHH God, YES! Like that, Felipe... like that... Fuck me,
Lover. Pound me with that cock... aaaahhhhhhhhhhh god....
uuunnmmmmmmmmm.... big thick fuck stick... fuck it... fuck it...
FUCK IT... FUCK IT!"
Felipe had me on my side in the bed. He was behind me with my
left leg up over his hips and my right one on the bed. The
position had me wide open, and he was taking full advantage to
pound his thick organ in and out of my pussy.
"Take it... aahhhh fuck... your cunt is so damn tight... uughh
uughhh ... how long before your husband comes back. Aaaaahhhhh
... your hot cunt is luscious."
"I don't know... just fuck me... harder... I'm about to cum
again!" Felipe drove his shaft into the bottom of
my pussy with masculine authority. I wailed as the orgasm surged
through my vagina.
After cumming in my cunt, Felipe was still semi-hard and wanted
to fuck me a second time, but I reminded him that my husband
could return at any moment. Reluctantly he pulled his softening
rod out of me, got dressed, and left in a hurry. As soon as the
door closed behind him, Clift was out of the closet and between
my thighs enjoying sloppy seconds. I loved it and so did he.
That afternoon, while my husband was slowly licking my pussy
after giving another glorious fucking, I asked, "Honey, would you
do me a big favor when you finish cleaning me?"
"Anything, Arlene... Anything. What is it?"
"Do you remember arranging for a massage for me during our
honeymoon by a masseuse?"
"Vividly! I secretly told them to have the massage given by a
sexy masseur, and you were furious... so much so that I thought
you might divorce me."
"That was your sweet, innocent wife then, Honey. Now you're
with your slutty hotwife. Would you mind making an appointment
for me for a massage tomorrow?"
"Love to, Darling. No problem."
"And Clift... this time have the massage done by a sexy,
big-cocked masseur, please... if you don't mind."
"Oh god... this is fantastic! I'll do it right now."
"Not so fast, Lover. Get your tongue back inside my cunt. I
haven't cum yet. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I checked
today at the spa and they still have the viewing room with the
one-way mirror. Be certain to reserve yourself a seat in
there... if you want to watch."
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I had no problem arranging the massage for Arlene. When I asked
about the viewing room, the manager nodded clearly expecting the
request. "Of course, Mr. Darter. Most men wish to watch their
wives. Would you be interested in sharing?"
"What do you mean? Sharing?"
"If you permit other men to watch from the viewing room, there
will be no charge for the massage, and the hotel will split the
fees paid by the other men with you."
"How many would there be?"
"At least three others up to a maximum of 10. Usually there are
6 to 8, but with a woman as beautiful and as sensuous as your
wife, I am almost certain that the room will be filled. It's
your choice, Mr. Darter."
It was 2 PM the next afternoon. I had been in the viewing room
behind the one-way glass for 15 minutes waiting for Arlene to
come into the therapy room for her massage. I was already hard
as stone. I wondered if the other 10 men in the room were
equally hard.
It was another five minutes before Arlene came into the room.
As before, the female receptionist escorted her. "You can hang
your clothes in the closet, Mrs. Darter. After you've removed
all your clothes, get on the table on your stomach and cover
yourself with the blanket, please."
The sound was perfect. I could easily hear every word my wife
said. "Who's going to be doing my massage?" she asked.
"Oh... you very lucky, Mrs. Darter. Kareem will doing you.
He's very good. Every woman loves him. You will too. Enjoy
your massage, Mrs. Darter."
My wife removed her clothes and laid down on her stomach. She
pulled the blanket up to the middle of her back and waited. My
erection throbbed from just looking at the way the thin blanket
molded every curve of her shapely ass.
A few minutes later, Kareem entered. He was a well-tanned man,
powerfully built, who had obviously spent many hours in the gym
toning and working his muscles. I couldn't help but wonder if
his cock was as powerful as the rest of his body. How big was
he? Would he hurt Arlene? My own cock throbbed with
anticipation. Although the room was very dimly lit, I could
still see several of the other men slowly stroking their
erections.
As Kareem prepared the oils and towels, we all watched as Arlene
turned her head to look over her masseur. Her eyes widened
noticeably, and a smile played across her lips as she looked him
over. Obviously, she liked what she saw.
Turning toward my wife, Kareem smiled and asked, "Ready to
start, Mrs. Darter?"
"Oh yes. Very much... and please, call me Arlene."
"That won't be a problem Arlene. I'm Kareem. Just relax and
enjoy what I'm about to do to you. I assure you that you'll love
every minute of it."
One of the men in the room with me, laughed and said, "I'll bet
the hot bitch will love it!"
Kareem folded the sheet down to expose Arlene's back but keeping
her ass modestly covered. He moved to the side of the table and
began applying firm strokes with both hands up and down the full
length of her back. He worked up and down her spine, using long
strokes... then shorter ones. His fingers massaged areas he felt
were tight. My wife was moaning softly, a sexy smile playing
over her lips.
After massaging her back and shoulders for 15 minutes or so, he
folded the blanket down to uncover my wife's ass. From the back
of the viewing room, I heard, "Dios! Look at the hot ass on that
chick!"
Using fresh oil, Kareem began working on one of her uncovered
buttocks. He moved his hands in sensuous, circular motions over
the entire surface. As he worked, I saw that his oil-slickened
fingers were beginning to probe down between her cheeks. When
his hands moved lower, those same fingers were sliding downward
to probe between her legs on the inner surface of her thighs.
"Ooohhhh... mmmmmmm... that feels fabulous," my wife moaned.
All around me, hands moved faster on exposed, rigid cocks.
"What are you doing," she gasped when the fingers must have
touched the edge of her pussy.
"I'm just working the areas that need the most attention,
Arlene. Are you uncomfortable? Shall I stop. Any time you say
'stop', I stop. Shall I?"
"No... please don't stop," she hissed.
Kareem moved to the other side of the table and worked on her
other cheek in the same way as he had massaged the first one.
When my wife failed to protest further, he moved his fingers
deeper and deeper between her legs with each pass. As he worked
on her buttocks, his fingers were gradually entering into her
crack deeper and deeper.
"Look at the hot bitch hump her ass. I'll bet she doesn't hump
like that for her husband," someone in the room groaned.
Everyone grunted their agreement as there no doubt about it. My
wife's hips were doing a slow grind up and down every time one of
Kareem's hands stroked her back while the other one continued to
probe and massage her ass... deeper and deeper on each pass. My
wife's mouth opened in a moan when Kareem's thumb pressed deep
into her crack. When her eyes flew open, I knew he had his thumb
in her anus.
Abruptly, Kareem changed the direction of his attack. He moved
to the foot of the table, moved the blanket up to the bottom of
her ass, and began to massage my wife's feet. She moaned softly
as his strong fingers worked over the soles and then her ankles.
Gradually, he began making long strokes up the length of her
calves.
"Ooohhhh... god," my wife sighed.
Kareem smiled and slowly moved my wife's legs apart as he worked
over her feet and calves. It didn't take him long to have her
legs spread ... almost at opposite edges of the table.
"Hot Damn! Look at that stud spreading her open," a man behind
groaned. Then another guy moaned, "I'm gonna cum.. Can't hold
it... She's just too fucking hot!" A moment later, I heard a
series of grunts... without looking, I knew his load was spewing
all over his chest.
Gradually, Kareem worked his way up her legs, kneading and
rubbing every inch of her excited flesh. His hands moved past
her inner-knees, up the back of her thighs. The blanket was now
up over her ass completely exposing her cunt. He massaged my
wife within a inch or two of her now very wet pussy. We could
all hear her moaning.
Again, his hands returned to her naked ass. Using more oil, he
now separated her ass cheeks and exposed her hole. We didn't
have the right angle to see it, but Kareem certainly did, and he
was taking full advantage of his position. Running his finger
over her rosebud, he brought repeated gasps from my wife.
One of the men yelled, "Spread the Bitch's ass open, Man. Show
us her holes!" Almost as if he could hear him in spite of the
soundproofing of the room, Kareem did exactly that.
Arlene was panting heavily now. Kareem's hand and arm moved
between her spread thighs where he began massaging her inner
thighs with circular motions. Suddenly, my wife's panting moans
changed to gasps and hot grunts. Her hips were thrusting back at
Kareem. We all saw that his arm was no longer moving in circular
motions; it was moving in and out.
The man beside me was jacking off faster. He nudged me and
said, "He's finger fucking the slut now... Look at his arm move.
He's got his fingers in her cunt!"
My wife's hands were now clenching and unclenching... over and
over... on the edge of the table. Kareem increased his tempo,
thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy. Arlene began to
squeal with hot passion. Just before she reached an orgasm, he
pulled his fingers out of her gushing twat.
"Oohhh damn you! Why did you stop?"
"Don't be in such a rush, Arlene. We've got a lot of time.
Time to do your front. Roll over onto your back... Now!" My
wife quickly turned onto her back. Her tits heaved with
excitement. When she looked at his crotch and saw the huge bulge
his iron-hard erection was making, she licked her lips and stared
at it... mesmerized. I knew... every man knew... she wanted it
in her cunt.
As if irritated by its presence, Kareem jerked the blanket off
my wife and threw it onto the floor. She sucked in her breath
causing her big tits to arch high. Her nipples were hard as
stones. Somewhere in the room, I heard another man groaning as
he ejaculated.
He started at her neck and quickly worked downward until he was
making circles around her tits. He squeezed and massaged every
inch of them, but didn't touch her nipples. Finally, my wife was
gasping... her ass grinding on the table in frustration.
Arlene was losing control. She started making unintelligible
noises as Kareem worked her tits... then her nipples...
squeezing... stroking... pulling... twisting. My wife was now
arching her back as she strained to thrust her tits into his
hands harder.
Finally, Kareem took both of her hard nipples between his
fingers and began to roll them back and forth... pulling on
them.. hard. squeezing them until a mask of hot passion covered
my wife's face. Arlene's hands rammed against Kareem's and held
them hard against her heaving tits.
"Uhhhhhnnggg!!!!!!!" she moaned, with her eyes closed tightly.
The look on her contorted face was pure pleasure.
"Yesssss.....like that!!!!!" she hissed, as her hands guided his
over her quivering pink flesh.
Her hips were thrusting high into the air in hot fuck motions.
Raising her knees, she planted her feet on the table and pumped
her ass and cunt up and down. All around the room, men were
cumming... cum was spewing out of several cocks at the same time.
I saw two men shooting huge loads who had already cum once
before.
Kareem stepped back from the table and removed his T-shirt and
shorts. When his cock surged out, my wife gasped loudly, "OH MY
GOD! OH FUCK! WHAT A COCK!" Her words were repeated by several
men in the room. I was certain that it was the largest cock most
of them had ever seen. It was certainly at the top of my list.
Stepping back to the edge of the table, Kareem ordered, "Turn on
your side, Arlene. Look at my cock. Feel it. Put it in your
mouth. Then tell me where you want it."
"Where do you want it, Arlene?"
"In me... oh god... in me."
"Where?"
"In my pussy... please."
"I'm sorry, Arlene. I don't fuck pussies. Boys and husbands
fuck pussies. I only fuck hot cunts. Where do you want it
Arlene?"
"CUNT! IN MY CUNT! I WANT THAT COCK IN MY CUNT... IN MY
MARRIED CUNT. FUCK ME IN MY CUNT, KAREEM... PLEASE!"
"Soon, Arlene... soon."
Kareem again moved to the foot of the table and staring
lustfully between my wife's raised knees and into the hot hole
between her wide-spread legs. He moved his hands in circles over
her lower abdomen... slowly moving toward her cunt. She pumped
her hips in hot fuck motions desperately trying to entice his
hand lower.
Kareem stared at my wife's gaping fuck hole. Her clitoris was
swollen, engorged... protruding like a small cock at the top of
her sex trench. It was visibly twitching with excitement.
Sliding his hands down to her inner-thighs, Kareem massaged the
outside of her pussy lips with his thumbs. Each movement pulled
the slick lips apart and gave us all a view of her moist opening.
Arlene was babbling in helpless fuck lust. Finally, Kareem
pushed his hand down the full length of her sex trench and
entered her vagina. She howled.
"UUGHHHH!!!!! OH GOD!!! OH!.... OH! PLEASE!!!!"
Kareem began to finger fuck my wailing wife. Two more men in
the room with shot huge loads into the air. His thumb raked her
swollen, throbbing clit. Her head shook from side to side. Her
mouth flew open... her tongue shot out and lolled in hot circles
in the air.
"YESSSSSS!!! THERE! RIGHT THERE! ON MY CLIT... DO IT TO
MEEEEEEE!!"
Kareem placed both hands on her thighs, spread them wide apart,
leaned down, and swiped his tongue directly over her clit. He
suctioned it into his mouth... lapping it... swirling his tongue
over the bursting organ as her pussy squirted juices all over his
face.
"Ohhh......ohhh......AhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!!!. . . I'm
CUMMIINNNNNGG!!!!!!"
Arlene lay on the table, spread-eagled, panting, her pussy still
quivering from her intense orgasm. Her hips still rotated and
pumped in small fuck motions. Her mouth was open as she tried to
suck air into her tortured lungs.
Without giving my wife any chance to recover from her first
orgasm, Kareem pulled her ass to the edge of the table. He
raised her knees and pushed her thighs wide. Her pulsing, wet,
and open pussy was more than ready. Taking his thick 10" cock in
hand, he rubbed the swollen helmet back and forth over her
opening.
"Oooohhh god... that feels so fucking good," she moaned.
All ten men were still in the viewing room... eleven cocks were
out... all hard. "Damn... look at the size of that cock," the
man beside said and he leaned forward to get the best possible
view of Kareem's cock sinking into my wife's cunt.
We heard Kareem speaking to my wife: "I'm going to fuck you
now, Baby. Big cock going up your hot married cunt. Ready?" He
didn't even bother to wait for Arlene to answer. Bracing himself
with one hand on the table, he pushed his cock into my wife.
The intense sensation of Kareem's thick shaft entering her hole
had Arlene's hips thrusting upward to take more of the cock into
her vagina. "OOoohhhhh fuck! I don't know if I can take that
thing, Honey, but I'm sure gonna try... push it into me, Stud.
FUCK ME!"
Kareem pushed in another inch. Arlene's mouth flew wide open...
her eyes clench shut as the stud gave her another inch. She
arched back... Kareem pushed... "AAAAhhhhhh"
Her fists gripped the sides of the table as she felt her pussy
being skewered on the hard male shaft. Another inch entered my
wife.
"UUNNGGGHHHH!!"
Leaning over my wife, he sucked one of nipples into his mouth.
Her shoulders pulled back as she arched her tits higher. The
fifth inch of cock disappeared inside my wife's widely stretched
hole.
"OOOHHHHHH FUCKKKK... YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEE!"
He sucked both of her nipples... one after the other.... back
and forth. With half of his cock inside my wife, Kareem pulled
his hips back removing three inches of meat from the tight
embrace of her pussy.
"NOOOOO!!! PLEASE! Don't take it out!"
She didn't need to worry. Kareem's hips snapped forward sending
those three inches back into her pussy plus two more. My wife's
chest heaved as the thick pipe sank inward.
Kareem's lips and tongue continued to suck and lick my wife's
nipples as the five-inches of cock now inside her pussy flexed
again and again until she groaned and began to thrust against it.
As the thick shaft pulled out of Arlene's vagina, it glistened
with her juices. We could only catch a brief glimpse of it
before Kareem pushed it back inside. With each passing minute,
more and more of his big cock sank into my wife's cunt.
I and several other men were now leaning as close to the one-way
mirror was we could get without blocking the view of the rest of
the audience. Eleven cocks were out and all eleven were being
stroked.
"Jezzz... look at the way that cock is stretching her cunt... No
way she's gonna be able to take all that thing."
"I got $50 bucks that says that hot slut gonna take every inch
up her cunt. Look at the way she's humping on it... She wants
all of it!"
"I'll take that bet."
"You're on!"
As if in response to the bet, Kareem pushed two more inches of
cock into my wife. She was trembling now... her entire body
shaking with the intense sensations surging through her impaled
cunt.
When the eighth inch entered my wife's pussy, she threw her head
back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream but no sound emerged.
Her body quivered and shook like a insect impaled by a pin
through its body. Kareem pulled back, held Arlene's hips, and
slammed his full length into her cunt, his balls slapping against
her ass.
"GGAAAA -- UUGGHHH!!"
Once he had his entire tool inside my wife's cunt, Kareem began
to fuck her with long, smooth, hard strokes. His ass cheeks
flexed causing the huge shaft to expand even further inside my
wife's vagina. He fucked her faster... his shiny, throbbing cock
sliding almost completely out before disappearing back inside her
with each thrust as his balls banged against her upturned ass.
"GGAA --- UGGHH! GAA-UGGHH... GGAAAHHH... UUNNGGHH!!"
Arlene's hands clutched his massive biceps as he fucked her.
Her hips rammed upward to meet his thrusts.
"My gawd!! sooo big... sooo hard... never felt sooo full...
ne... never... aaaahhhh... screw me, Kareem... uummmmmmmmm!!"
Wet, squishing noises now filled the room as the cock slugged in
and out of my wife's waiting cunt hole. He fucked her even
faster.... harder. He now had her feet up on his shoulders as he
power fucked in and out of my wife. Kareem pounded into Arlene
like a jackhammer. The table rocked and groaned beneath them.
My wife's body was now rigid. Her feet, which were pointed
straight at the ceiling, were now curled back. Her body began to
shudder violently. With her eyes clenched tightly shut, her head
arched back as her mouth stretched wide, tongue shooting out over
her top lip.
"Look at the hot bitch cum... Oh fucking damn! ... she looks
like she's having a seizure. Look at the slut shake."
As my wife's cunt and clit contracted in a series of hard
spasms, four cocks spewed huge loads of cum all over our side of
the one-way mirror.
In the midst of her orgasm, Kareem jerked his cock out of her
convulsing pussy and turned her over onto her knees. Arlene's
head was pushed down onto the table as Kareem shoved her knees
apart. He stepped to one side so we could all see the huge
gaping hole between my wife's legs that used to be the opening to
her tight vagina. Now it was a huge, gaping, wet, throbbing,
fuck hole.
Positioning himself behind her ass, Kareem fitted his cock back
into that gaping hole and said, "Tell me when, Arlene. Tell me
to give it to you."
"NOW! NOW! RAM IT INNNNNNNNNN! OHHHH GAWD! PLEASE! FUCK
MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
One moment, Kareem's cock was poised at the entrance to my
wife's cunt... the next instant, it was buried deep inside her
shuddering pussy.
"AAAHHHH AAAHHHH UNGGHH UNGGHHH... CUMMING... I'M CUMMINGG
AGAIN... OOOHHH GIVE IT TO ME YOU HOT BASTARD!"
My wife continued to scream until Kareem had flooded her cunt
with his huge load. When he pulled out, he continued to shoot
all over her ass. After his balls were emptied, he kept my wife
bent over so we could all see his load covering her ass and
pouring out of her widely stretched cunt.
As we watched Arlene's pussy throbbing with each contraction
pushing out more and more Kareem's load, the remaining five men
who had not shot off while my wife was being fucked and cumming,
ejaculated a series of huge streams of semen and sperm all over
the one-way glass.
I couldn't get my wife back to our hotel room fast enough after
she had gotten dressed from her massage. I couldn't even wait
long enough to strip her. As soon as we were inside our room, I
had her on the bed, fully clothed, legs up high and spread, with
my iron-hard, pulsing cock nailing in and out of her cum-filled
and stretched pussy. I thought that it was a good thing that I
had almost 8 inches of cock otherwise, there would have been
almost no friction Kareem had stretched her cunt so much.
We didn't even go out for dinner. I couldn't stop fucking my
wife for that long. We did order room service, and when Celino
brought the tray into our room, he found Arlene riding me with
both of us naked. She squeezed and milked my prick with her
vagina, and as Celino was stripping, I pumped my third load of
cum into her pussy.
That evening we had dinner sitting around the table in our
suite. I was seated in one of the elegant chairs while Celino
occupied the one across the table from me. Arlene was eating her
dinner while seated on Celino's lap with his erection pumping her
pussy. She was having trouble eating because of the jarring
motion of his Celino's cock. I was having trouble eating because
I couldn�t take my eyes off my wife's bouncing tits as Celino
fucked her.
There was little or no sleep for us that night. Neither of us
could get enough of the other's body. Three times, I mounted her
during the night. Each time, she moaned and spread herself to
receive me. Before I would cum, she usually got off twice.
Two other times, I woke up with my cock in my wife's mouth.
Once she finished me with her mouth. The other time, she mounted
me reverse cowgirl, bent over so I could see my cock going in and
out of her pussy, and fucked herself to a huge orgasm just as I
ejaculated inside her pussy.
In the morning, she woke me up and told me to watch. Spreading
herself wide open, she brought herself to an intense climax with
her fingers while I jacked off and shot my load all over her
pussy just as she was cumming.
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Clift's New Hotwife:
During the return plane trip from Cancun, Clift sat beside his
wife in the first-class section of the plane. He was dying to
ask her if she intended to return to being a conservative
housewife as she had been for 15 years, or if she would be
willing to continue the erotic things she had done in Cancun.
But he was also aware that asking his wife questions like that
could easily turn her off and make her angry. So with a supreme
exercise of will, Clift held his tongue and said nothing other
than express to his wife how much he had enjoy their second
honeymoon.
`For her part, Arlene never said a word about all the hot sex
they had had. Nor did she give Clift any clue as to whether it
would continue now that they were home with their children around
the house.
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By 6 PM Friday evening we were back in our home. The children
were laughing and giggling they were so happy to see us. They
also loved all the presents we had brought back from Cancun for
them. Arlene and I were too tired that night to have sex.
On Saturday, we all had dinner at ChuckECheese and then took the
children to an amusement park they loved. It was almost 11 PM
before we returned home and got them into bed. When they were
asleep, Arlene cuddled up on my lap, and whispered, "Are you too
tired to fuck your slut tonight, Lover?"
Ten minutes later, Arlene was thrashing wildly on the bed as I
rammed her hot cunt with my rigid sex spike. That night, I
fucked her twice and she came at least six times. It was very
similar to the hot sex we had always enjoyed for the 15 years we
had been married. It was great, but not the equal of the
blazingly hot, kinky sex we had enjoyed in Cancun.
On Sunday, the kids were out in the backyard playing while
Arlene and I worked in the kitchen on dinner. Coming up behind
her, I circled my arms about her body, cupped her big tits, and
whispered, "Bend over, Baby. I want to fuck that hot cunt of
yours."
"MMMmmmm... you know just what to say to a girl to make her
cream her panties."
The fuck was short, but hot and deliciously kinky. Afterwards,
I concluded that I really had no complaints even if she never did
anything with another man again. I was damn lucky, and I knew
it.
By Wednesday, we were pretty much settled back into our
pre-second honeymoon routine. "Tonight's my duplicate bridge
game, Honey. Is that Ok?"
"Of course it's Ok. Give'em hell, Honey."
As things turned out, that's pretty much the way things were
going for me. At 10 PM, my partner and I were having a fantastic
game and were well ahead of the rest of the field. I had just
tabled my hand as dummy when my cell phone buzzed.
"I gotta take this, Guys. It's my wife. I'll take it in the
other room. Should be back in time for the next hand." I was a
little worried because Arlene almost never interrupted me during
one of our bridge games.
"Hi, Honey. Is every thing Ok?"
"Oh yeah... It's great, Honey. Are you winning?"
"Yeah. Mike and I are well ahead. We're really rolling.
What's up?"
"Well... Nick's up... no doubt about that."
"Nick?"
"Yeah... Nick. He's a guy I met tonight at The Phallus. I got
bored sitting home alone. So I called Joan, and she came over to
baby sit. She said she can stay as late as necessary."
My cock was already hard as stone. "What happened... what's
happening right now?" I groaned into cell.
"I wore a sexy outfit that showed off a lot of tit and leg...
Nick liked what he saw so he asked me to dance... at least, he
called it dancing... it was really more like he was dry fucking
me on the dance floor."
"Oh gawd! Then what?"
"He kept his cock against my pussy and mound all the time we
were dancing. It was obvious that he was big... not as big as
Kareem in Cancun, but big. After an hour of grinding it on my
pussy on the dance floor and feeling me up at the table, he knew
he could fuck me. When he asked me if I would like to have a
drink at his apartment, I told him no... but I would love to have
him fuck me in his bed."
"And... did you go?"
"Of course. We're in his apartment right now."
"Has he fucked you yet?"
"Oh has he ever! Twice, and he's big, Baby. About an inch more
cock than you have but about the same thickness. I've already
cum 7 times."
"Oh god... I feel like I may cum in my pants. Is he fucking you
right now?"
"No... he went to the bathroom to get the astroglide."
"You're not wet enough for him?"
"My pussy's a swamp, Honey... my sex juices are running down my
legs, not to mention Nick's two big cum loads."
"Then why astroglide?"
"For your wife's sexy asshole, Clift. I just have to try that
big sex spike up my asshole, and he's dying to ass fuck me,
Darling."
"Ohhhh fuckk.... so damn hot!!"
"This stud is going to fuck me, Honey. You can bet on that.
Next time in my asshole... and after that, probably up my cunt
again. Don't wait up for me, Baby. I'm not sure how long it
will take me to exhaust this stud."
"Oohhhh... I don't think I can hold it.... ooohhhh my god... so
fucking hot!"
"Ok, Baby. I'm going to hang up now. I don't want my sexy
husband cumming in his pants. Bye."
"Ok... Bye."
"Wait...wait... don't hang up yet," my wife urged.
"What is it?"
"I forgot to tell you one thing, Honey."
"What?"
"Nick's big thick cock... It's black."
My wife hung up, and I came inside my pants.
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