Mandy's New Job by RLM
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A Bored Housewife:
Mandy Ballanger wore her usual loose-fitting house dress and
comfortable flats as she finished up the breakfast dishes. After
Harold had left for work two hours previously, Mandy had made up
their bed, ran the vacuum cleaner, and did some dusting before
turning her attention to the dishes. It was now shortly after 10
AM, and with all the housework done for the day, Mandy picked up
the novel she was reading. Shortly after noon, she finished the
book. Placing it on the table beside her chair in the den, she
wondered what she should do with the rest of her day.
The Ballanger's two children, Carl and Maria were 17 and 16,
respectively, and both were in high school. With their
after-school activities, neither would be home before 5:30 PM,
about the same time as Harold would return from his office. The
day was shaping up like all of her days during the past year or
so. The kids no longer needed supervising. With Carl having his
motorcycle and Maria with more dates and guys chasing her than
she could possibly handle, neither of them needed her to drive
them from place to place. Mandy had little or no interest in
volunteer activities, golf, or idle gossip with her female
friends. As a result, she was bored... so much so that sometimes
she felt like she was going to go crazy. Unable to think of
anything else to do, Mandy decided to head for the gym and her
daily workout.
After an hour and a half on the moving staircase, the
treadmill, and working with weights, Mandy had worked up a
copious sweat, but she still wasn't tired, a fact which made her
quite proud. After working out diligently an hour or more a day
for the last several years, her conditioning was superb. Her
body was even more so.
It was about 2:30 when Mandy arrived home. Immediately, she
went to their spa and filled their whirlpool bath with warm
water. As the bath filled, she stripped off her workout clothes
and looked herself over in the full length mirror. She liked
what she saw. At 37 years of age, Mandy could have easily passed
for a woman in her middle to late 20s. Her magnificent 38D
breasts looked almost impossibly large and firm on her 5' 2", 110
lb frame with a 20" waist and 34" hips. Her long, lustrous
brown hair and matching brown eyes framed her near flawless face.
Mandy's dark strip of pubic bush formed a perfect "V" that
pointed right at her sex, which was concealed by her closed
thighs.
Surprisingly, few men ever hit on Mandy. Her very conservative
dresses and loose-fitting blouses and slacks concealed most of
her voluptuous body. At 5' 2", she could have easily worn
five-inch heels without any danger of towering over men or women,
for that matter, but she either wore flats or two-inch heels.
The latter were worn only when she and Harold were going out for
the evening.
As she surveyed her body, she fully realized that if other men
knew of the gorgeous body that lay hidden beneath her
conservative clothing, she would be having to fight them off.
Instead, she could only remember a few, very mild passes that had
been directed at her in the last few years. As she considered
this fact, Mandy's thoughts turned to her sex life.
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"I look damn good," I thought as I gazed at my reflection.
Hefting my large globes in both hands, I said aloud, "Why doesn't
Harold want to play with these big tits of mine all the time? In
fact, how come he hasn't fucked me in .... in...." Hell. I had
to stop to think. "In the last four days. Four days and he
hasn't even tried to stick his big cock in me!"
"His big cock... big cock ... really big cock," I thought with
a grin. Even though I hadn't had another man since our marriage
17 years ago, I still knew that Harold's cock was big. "Harold
knows I wasn't a virgin on our wedding night, and he knows that I
had only had two boys before we started dating, but I still know
his seven and a half inch cock is big. There's all sorts of
information available on google," I said aloud laughing.
I noticed the whirlpool bath was full. Turning off the water,
I activated the pumps and lowered myself into the soothing,
swirling water. After washing off the sweat from my body, I
relaxed and began to think about the fact that Harold hadn't
fucked me for four days. As I thought about it, I realized that
he only tried to initiate sex with me about twice a week now...
so four days wasn't actually much longer than average. That came
as a shock to me.
It was a shock because for the first ten years of our marriage,
I was constantly having to say 'no' to Harold as he wanted sex
essentially every night, which was just too much once the glow of
the honeymoon was over. I began to wonder what had changed him
so much.
I felt like I had to be fair to my husband. I probably
shouldn't have discouraged him so much by constantly turning down
his advances. The problem, of course, was that he wasn't
satisfied with normal, healthy sex. Harold always wanted
something kinky... something dirty. For years, he had badgered
me to wear hot, revealing, sexy clothes that only a hooker would
wear on a street corner as she solicited men. I wanted to keep
my body private for him alone, but he always wanted it otherwise,
and I had no intention of doing that.
If that wasn't enough, there were all the dirty sexual things
he wanted me to do. I didn't mind giving him a blowjob on
special occasions like our anniversary or his birthday, but he
always wanted to shoot his semen into my mouth... and even
worse... he wanted me to swallow the stuff. Harold also wanted
to give me oral sex after ejaculating inside me. That was just
too dirty to consider. But the ultimate perversion was his
constant badgering to have anal sex. Even though I explained
many times that it would hurt me, that it was unsanitary, and
that it grossed me out, he continued to ask.
But then in the last five years, he had stopped asking for
those things. We now had sex in the usual manner or with me
riding him occasionally, and I always had an orgasm. The only
remaining problem was that he always wanted to continue having
sex after we had both climaxed when I was relaxed and only wanted
to cuddle up and go to sleep.
I was drying myself off after finishing my bath when I admitted
to myself that sex twice a week was about right. I just wanted
Harold to want me more than that even though I would turn him
down. I had to admit to myself that I sort of missed the fun of
turning him down. A woman needs that kind of ego boost.
My real problem, of course, was that with the kids in high
school, I had nothing to do with my time. I realized that I
needed a real job. I resolved to speak to Harold about it as
soon as possible.
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As soon as possible turned out to be that evening during
dinner. As Harold and the kids worked on their pot roast,
potatoes, asparagus, and salad, my husband asked, "How was your
day, Mandy? Any thing interesting happen?"
"No. Not a thing. I did the housework, sat down and read for
a couple of hours, and then went to the gym for my daily workout.
When I got home, I bathed and started dinner. Just the
same-old... same-old. Day in and day out."
"That's not good, Honey. You need to find yourself an
interesting hobby."
"I was thinking more along the lines of a steady job. Would
you object if I look for a job? I know we don 't need the money
with the income you bring home, but I need something rewarding
and challenging to do with my time. Can I start looking?"
Harold actually laid down his fork and knife and thought
seriously for several minutes. Finally, he replied, "No, I don't
mind at all. I think it's a great idea, but you've been away
from the work force for so long, you'll have difficulty finding
something challenging and rewarding. My guess is that you'll be
limited to minimum-wage, routine jobs that are even duller than
your present daily routine."
"I hadn't thought of about that. Damn! You're probably
right."
"But since you want to go back to work in a responsible job, I
have an idea. Let me check it out tomorrow. In the meantime,
don't start looking yet. I may have a really good solution."
"What? Come on... tell me," I pleaded.
"Not yet. Not until I check out the lay-of-the-land, so to
speak. What's for dessert?"
Later that evening, we were all in the den. Carl and Maria
were watching their favorite sitcom on TV, I had started reading
a new book, and Harold was reading the evening newspaper. When
he finished, he stood up and asked if anyone wanted a soft drink
or coffee."
"I'll have another piece of that lemon cake," Carl said.
"Me too," Maria chimed in.
"How about you, Mandy?"
"Coffee would be nice."
Five minutes later, Harold came back into the den carrying a
tray with two cups of coffee and two slices of the lemon cake.
He served the kids and then set my coffee cup on the table beside
my chair. Before he stood back up, he leaned closer, nipped my
ear lobe, and kissed the back of my neck. When his lips pulled
away from my neck, he whispered "Let's go to the bedroom and
fuck. I'm hard just from looking at you tonight."
I shook my head vigorously. "Why not?" Harold persisted.
I pointed at our children and pushed him away saying, "Later."
This time, Harold got the message, shrugged, turned his hands
upward in resignation, and went back to his coffee and newspaper.
After that, I had a very difficult time concentrating on my
book. It would have been erotic and hot to go off to our bedroom
and fuck with both Carl and Maria knowing what we were doing, but
obviously that was not something we could do. But even as I
justified another rejection of my husband's advances, I realized
my pussy was wet, and my panties were rapidly becoming soaked.
Later that night when Harold and I were in bed naked, he moved
downward obviously intending have oral sex with me. I quickly
closed my legs and pulled on his arms to get him to move up in
the bed and mount me.
"What's the matter? You're wet and I know you like having your
pussy licked."
"I can't keep quiet when you lick my pussy, Harold, and the
kids are probably still awake, Just put it in and let's have
sex."
"But I want to..."
"Ssshhhh, not so loud. The kids will hear. Just get on me and
let's have sex."
Giving up, Harold mounted me as I opened my legs to him. He
hadn't been joking earlier when he had told me that he was hard.
It felt like an iron spike against my belly before he lowered it
between my open legs and drove it into my vagina with one hard
thrust.
"UUnngh," I grunted trying not to make too much noise. If
Harold's cock felt hard against my belly, it felt like a huge
battering ram as Harold fucked it back and forth inside me with
determined masculine authority. I tried to remain quiet but the
fucking was too hot... too hard... too intense. I began to
whimper softly as the thick phallus plunged in and out of my
depths.
A lot of my female friends complained about how fast their
husbands were when they made love. A lot of them referred to
their husband's as 'useless jack rabbits'. Harold was not a
member of that group. He had great control and incredible
staying power, which I why I always had a climax when he made
love to me. Tonight was no exception. With his hands beneath my
ass holding me in position, his penis pounded my hips into the
mattress again and again until I was gasping into his ear that I
was about to cum.
As my body began to shudder, my legs rose of their own accord
until they were high over Harold's back. When my climax surged
through my pussy and clitoris, my legs shot out to the side...
rigid... as my toes curled back. I had to bite my knuckle to
keep from screaming. Knowing that my husband had not yet
finished, I kept my legs up and open allowing him to have his
orgasm before I collapsed to the bed.
Of course, Harold wanted to continue and fuck me again as soon
as he regained his erection, but told him I was too tired. When
Harold withdrew and moved off of me, I rolled away from him onto
my side and was soon asleep.
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The next day was again boring and repetitive. With nothing
else to do, I spent two hours in the gym. The gym instructor,
Kyle Thomas, was a young 28-year old physical education graduate
of the local college. Since I wore a leotard with a loose
fitting top, he got to see a lot more of my body than any of the
men who saw me at places other than the gym. Consequently, he
was well aware of my 38D-20-34 measurements and my 110 lb, 5' 2"
body.
As I said, very few men had hit on me in the 17-years I had
been married to Harold. Kyle Thomas was one of the few. He
always spent a lot of time "giving me pointers and instructions",
as he put it, when I was going through my exercise routine. On
several occasions, he had asked me to have dinner with him after
my daily workouts. When that feeler was met with rejection, he
asked me to have a cool drink with him afterwards so we could get
better acquainted.
Although I always turned him down, he continued to persist, and
I secretly enjoyed his attention during my exercises. When I
knew he was watching my breasts rise and fall during a routine,
or if he was watching my legs rise high in the air during my leg
lifts, my pussy always got wet. Kyle was great medicine for my
starved female ego.
When the kids were busy doing their homework after dinner that
evening, Harold told me had some great news. I could hardly
wait. I brought us both a cup of coffee into the den and said,
"If you don't tell me soon, I'm going to go crazy. What's the
great news?"
"It's about the job you want to find. I've found one for you
that you'll love. It's challenging, its financially rewarding,
and I think it will be very satisfying for you."
"What is it and how could you find a job for me without them
even talking to me?"
"I didn't find a job for you. I just found an opportunity for
you. You'll have to interview of course, but I'm pretty certain
that if you want the job, its yours. Margo Watts resigned as
Grant's executive assistant a week ago. He's been worried sick
about finding a reliable replacement for her."
"Grant? You mean Grant Welding, the CEO of the company where
you're the vice president?"
"The same."
"But I thought the company had nepotism rules that prevented
spouses from both being hired?"
"They do, but that rule applies primarily when both the husband
and wife will be in the same area or when one has supervisory
authority over the other. Neither of those is case here.
Besides that, Grant is the CEO. He can set aside company rules
if he wishes. So nepotism's not a concern for you."
"Ok. I understand, but why is Mr. Welding so concerned? He
could have anyone he wants." Why me?"
"Several reasons. First, he's known you for some time. You're
not an unknown gamble for him. Second, you have a degree in
accounting with a minor in business administration. Not many
women have those credentials. Third, he wants to do me a favor,
as I've done many for the company over the years. And finally,
... eh... well... essentially, it's those three reasons why
Grant wants you in the position. He'll tell you all the
particulars when you meet him tomorrow. Your appointment is at
10 AM. Don't be late."
"I won't be... now tell me the final reason."
"Grant Welding's only 40. He likes beautiful women, and you're
beyond belief beautiful."
"But he's married?"
"I didn't say he wants to marry you, Mandy. He just wants you
in his office to brighten the place up."
"Doesn't that bother you? That another man wants me around
because I'm beautiful?"
"Why should it? Every man wants other men to think his wife is
beautiful and envy him. Just go to the interview. If the job
makes you uncomfortable, just thank Grant for considering you and
politely turn him down. He's a man. He's used to rejection.
All men are, you know."
I cringed inwardly as I thought back to all the times I had
rejected my husband's advances. But it was his fault with all
his outrageous demands and requests.
"All right. I'll call first thing in the morning and confirm
my appointment."
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Executive Assistant:
The interview the next morning at 10 AM was essentially
perfunctory, as Harold had predicted it would be. Grant Welding
explained his reasons for wanting me in the position, and they
matched Harold's explanation exactly. Of course, he omitted the
fourth reason... that I was a gorgeous woman. Actually, it
wasn't necessary for him to tell me the fourth reason... his eyes
provided that explanation. They never left my face and body. Of
course, I accepted the position.
When I left Grant's office, I could feel the dampness in the
crotch of my panties. Having a powerful man like Grant Welding
checking out my face and body was just as big an ego boost as
having a young physical fitness instructor doing it.
As I drove home, I kept thinking about the way Grant's eyes had
essentially undressed me right there in his office. When I
thought about the fact that starting tomorrow, I was going to be
around him eight to nine hours every workday with his eyes
checking me out, my pussy got even wetter.
Grant had mentioned that part of the job's responsibilities
were to accompany him on business and convention meetings that
would often require one or two-day trips out of town. The
thought that I would be spending several nights with this man had
my panties soaked by the time I arrived home. Fortunately, the
kids were in school and my husband was at work.
I practically ran to the bedroom in a frenzy to get myself off.
I stripped naked in less than a minute, but I was too hot to
spend the time to turn back the bed covers. Grabbing my largest
dildo and a big vibrator out of the bottom dresser drawer, I laid
down on the floor with a large book under my hips to boost my
pussy into position. I was shuddering when I pushed the
nine-inch, thick dildo into my opening and worked it back and
forth. My pussy was so soaked that I had eight inches of the big
fuck stick buried in my throbbing hole after just a few thrusts.
"OOohhhh Gawd Damn! Fuck me... FUCK MEEE!" I heard myself
screech as I rammed the dildo in and out of my hot, throbbing
hole. When it was fully stuck into me, I turned the vibe to
"high" and pressed it against my erect, pulsing clitoris.
"GGGHHAAAAAAAAA... UUNNGGGHHHHHHH... OOOHHHHHHHHHHH... FUCK
IT... FUCK IT!!"
The first orgasm exploded inside my vagina within two minutes,
but I couldn't stop. In fact, I didn't even slow down. Again
and again, I drove the dildo to the bottom of my erupting vagina
and pressed the vibrator hard against my pulsing clitoris. After
another five minutes, a came again... hard. This time, I
squirted all over my thighs and pussy as my hole convulsed and
throbbed.
After my second orgasm, my clitoris and pussy were so sensitive
I had to remove the vibrator and pull the dildo out of my pussy.
Lying there on the floor, my entire body continued to shudder and
shake in the aftermath of my two intense orgasms. There was no
way I could keep my fingers off of my still throbbing clitoris.
Even after my two climaxes, I still wanted more, but now I had
enough control to turn back the bed covers. The large dildo and
silver vibrator I had used were soaked with my secretions, so I
got another vibrator from my dresser drawer. This time, I put a
pillow beneath my ass to elevate my pussy and began to pleasure
myself once again.
As I pushed the vibrator in and out of my soaked, pulsing hole,
my clitoris very quickly became erect. In less than a minute, it
was beginning to throb. As I fucked my pussy, hot fantasizes
flooded my brain... Kyle Thomas and Grant Welding were both
standing at the foot of my bed watching me masturbate. They both
had their cocks out jacking off as they watched me doing it.
"Spread wider, Mandy," Grant ordered in my fantasy.
"We want to see your sexy cunt throb and cum. Stick that dildo
back in your hot hole and pump it hard and fast!"
I drove it all the way into my gaping hole as my hips thrust
upward to take the thick shaft deep inside my convulsing vagina.
The two studs told me to fuck myself faster... I did. They moved
closer and demanded that I rub my clit. They were on the bed
with me... Grant on my right... Kyle on my left... they pumped
their big cocks as my eyes flashed from one bloated, purple head
to the next. I spread wider as my climax approached.
"The Bitch is going to cum... Look at her cunt throb. Oh shit!
The hot slut is cumming!!" Kyle screamed as the two men began
to ejaculate all over me.
My orgasm exploded as their loads spewed all over my face
shooting cum into my open mouth. Kyle's load sprayed my heaving
tits... Grant lowered his aim and drenched my erupting cunt. I
heard myself screaming as my fourth orgasm in less than 25
minutes roared through my contracting pussy.
It was almost 30 minutes before I recovered enough to get up
and change all the bed sheets and clean the carpet before my
husband came home and caught me.
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After two weeks as Grant's Executive Assistant, I was overjoyed
with my new job. The work was challenging and important to Grant
and to the company. Harold was always interested in what I was
doing and how I was progressing. He was just totally supportive.
In addition, I was finding working with Grant and being in
close contact with him every day to be exciting, so much so that
I wondered if it was proper for me to be getting so much pleasure
from his presence. Even though I worried a little, it was far
too exciting for me to give any serious thought to quitting.
Several times, every single day, I noticed Grant staring at me.
Sometimes it was my face that seemed to attract his attention.
At other times, it was my thighs or butt and, of course,
frequently, it was the prominent thrust of my breasts. The fact
that I always wore very conservative slacks and blouses with a
covering jacket and no more than two-inch heels made me wonder
how much more exciting it might be if I dressed somewhat less
conservatively.
During my first week on the job, Harold and I had had sex three
times, one more than usual. This increased to four times during
my second week, and every single time, the sex was more erotic
and sensuous than it had been in years. The fourth time my
husband screwed me, we were making out on the couch when Harold
had asked if he could give me oral sex. I could tell by the tone
of his voice that he didn't think there was a chance that I would
let him.
For an answer, I had rolled onto my back, spread my legs wide
open, and hissed, "Hurry, Darling. I do it to me... I need to
cum."
There was a double portion of shock on Harold's face... first,
because I had not only said 'yes' but wanted it badly, and
secondly because instead of saying "I need to have an orgasm.", I
had used the word "cum" for the first time. Harold ate me like a
starving man until I had cum all over his face three times.
After the my third explosion, he couldn't wait any longer. My
hot stud carried me into our bedroom, mounted me, and fucked my
brains out for the next hour.
At the start of the third week, I had just finished making
notes for the work he needed for me to do in the next couple of
days and was preparing to head back to my office to get started,
when stopped me.
"Mandy... you know...," he paused.
"Yes, Grant?" I asked encouragingly.
"I was just going to say that you're an incredibly beautiful
woman, Mandy. I love having you as my Executive Assistant. I
know it's your business what you wish to wear to work, but it is
a shame that you always choose slacks and very conservative
blouses and shoes. As I say, it's none of my business, but it is
sort of a shame. That's all. I hope I didn't offend you."
"No. Not at all. What would you like for me to wear?"
"I don't want to tell you want to wear, Mandy. I want you to
enjoy your job and your position. If you would be uncomfortable
wearing anything different from what you have generally been
wearing, then by all means, continue to dress as you have been
doing. I just wanted you to know that I would enjoy seeing you
in something less conservative."
"Something tighter, perhaps? More form fitting?" I questioned.
"Yes."
"Dresses instead of slacks... short enough to show my legs...
maybe a little of my thighs?"
"Oh yes, that would be delightful. Would make my day and the
day of everyone who sees you at work."
"Lower cut blouse?"
"Um-huh. If you're comfortable wearing them."
"What if some of my breasts show? Would it offend the other
employees and clients?"
"Any client who would be offended by the sight of a beautiful
woman is not a client I care to have anyway. But that point is
moot. I don't have any clients who would be offended."
"Higher heels, perhaps?"
At this suggestion, Grant closed his eyes and just moaned so
softly that I almost couldn't hear him. But I did. "Thank you,
Grant. I appreciate your telling me. You want me to enjoy my
job. I do... in fact, I love it. In turn, I want you to enjoy
having me as your Executive Assistant. I'll get to work on these
jobs immediately."
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The next day as I cooked breakfast, Harold couldn't take his
eyes off of me. "God. You look awesome this morning. What
happened to the conservative slacks, blouses, and jackets?"
"I'm thinking of donating all of that stuff to the Salvation
Army. I like this much better. What do you think? Is it Ok?
Are you all right with my dressing like this for work?"
"I love it. I just love it. I've been begging you for years
to dress like this or even more. You never would."
"I know. I know. I'm really sorry about that, Darling. I
promise that I'm going to make it up to you."
"You've already got a great start on doing that, Honey," my
husband beamed.
` I was floating on air with I left for work that morning.
When I walked toward my office, every man I passed stopped
working to check me out. Even some of the women stared. I loved
it. "Why in hell have I been dressing in all those frumpy
clothes for years when my husband has been begging me to dress
hot?" I thought to myself feeling more and more like a stupid
idiot.
Grant came in late that morning, something that was very
unusual for him. I wondered if his wife had given him sex that
morning causing him to be late. I was hard at work when the
intercom light from Grant's office lit up.
"Yes, Sir?" I responded.
"Good morning, Mandy. I have some contracts that I need for
you to complete this morning. Set every thing else aside and
work on these. Go on into the conference room and wait for me.
I'll join you in a few minutes."
"Ok. I'm on my way."
While I was waiting, I decided that I wanted to test Grant's
response to my new appearance. Instead of taking a seat in one
of the chairs to wait for him, I mounted one of the small tables
in the conference room and sat with my legs dangling over the
edge and my hands on the table's surface for support. The
position caused my dress to rise nearly halfway up my thighs
exposing more leg than I had ever shown since marrying Harold.
Grant was checking his contract notes when he walked in. "Good
morning, Mandy. We need to go over these contracts .... " He
stopped talking in mid-sentence. His eyes were locked onto my
exposed thighs as I gently swung my leg back and forth
provocatively.
Finally, Grant said in an awed whisper, "God, Mandy. You're
not only beautiful... you're the sexiest woman I've ever laid
eyes on. I love that dress... but I guess I don't need to tell
you that I love your legs even more."
He didn't need to tell me. The growing bulge in his pants told
me every thing I needed to know. I grinned thinking at the
advantage women have in situations like this. I could see his
excitement growing in his pants, but he couldn't see my wet
panties signaling my matching excitement.
"Shall we go over the contract details?" I asked.
"Not yet. The contracts can wait. I want to stare at you
right now."
I remained on the table as his eyes drank in my legs, my
thighs, the curve of my ass, and my thrusting breasts that were
now heaving with my arousal. With my breasts heaving as they
were, I knew he had a visual clue about my excitement just as I
had one about his.
Grant must have spent several minutes checking out every curve
of my body before he moved closer, extended a hand, which I took,
and pulled me to my feet. Looking into my eyes, he whispered, "I
want to kiss you. I'm going to kiss you."
Instantly, I felt my vagina contract and my clitoris pulse with
excitement. Slight tremors rippled through my body. I wondered
if he would feel them. He moved closer still. His hands touched
my throat pulling my lips towards his. I felt the masculine
stubble of his beard touch and scrap my face. It was rough... it
was exhilarating. My vagina throbbed again, even harder. I felt
his breath against my face. His mouth opened slightly. Mine
followed suit. Closer... closer... I was panting now with
anticipation and excitement. I hadn't kissed another man for 17
years... that streak was about to end.
Grant's lips closed over mine... softly at first... then
harder. My body shuddered. His kiss intensified. His lips
moved over mine... exploring every inch. Then... I felt his
tongue... sliding sensuously over my lips. I groaned. He kissed
me harder. My mouth opened. His tongue entered... my vagina
throbbed and pulsed... my clit hardened.
His tongue was inside my mouth... exploring... stroking my
tongue. His retreated. Mine followed and explored. Grant's
mouth seemed to devour mine. My arms circled about his neck
pulling him fiercely against me... crushing my breasts into his
chest... grinding my mound against his surging erection.
Finally, we both needed air. Our lips parted. We both
breathed deeply as his hands moved to the top of my dress and
pulled it downward. With the zipper up, there wasn't enough give
in the dress to allow Grant to remove my breasts. In moments,
his hands were behind me, lowering the zipper. Another few
seconds passed and my breasts were out as he stroked and caressed
them gently. I hissed with hot female pleasure. Momentarily, I
thought of Harold, but then Grant's fingers were on my nipples
and all thoughts of my husband vanished.
We kissed again before Grant moved back and released my
breasts. Both of my nipples were swollen and hard. "You have
just beautiful breasts, Mandy. I knew you would."
"I'm glad you like them. I was hoping that you would."
"You know, I'm not at all interested in these contracts, but we
probably ought to take care of them."
"You're the boss," I said with a soft smile. It took a half
hour to get through all the details before I returned to my
office to complete all the forms and put the contracts in final
form. It was past noon before I finished. Normally, it wouldn't
have taken so long, but it was really difficult to concentrate on
contracts when my pussy was a raging inferno of lust.
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That evening it was all I could do to concentrate on fixing
dinner. I could feel my wetness on my inner thighs. When I
squatted down to get a skillet from the lower cabinet, I could
smell the musky aroma of my cunt. I was shocked to realize that
I had thought of it as my "cunt", not my pussy. I smiled as I
said to myself, "When a pussy smells and feels like mine does
right now, it's a cunt... not a pussy."
All during dinner, I kept glancing at my handsome husband. I
really didn't want to eat the food... I wanted to eat his big
cock. The mental picture of me crawling under the table and
sucking his cock while he and the kids ate dinner would have
normally made me blush. All it was doing at the moment was
making my cunt throb and seep even more wetness into my already
soaked panties.
With another shock, I saw Maria staring at me. The two males
at the table seemed unaware of what was happening but Maria knew.
Once I got over my initial shock, I realized that my arousal was
obvious to another woman who knew all the signs... my rapid
breathing, my heaving tits, my flared nostrils, my body squirming
on the chair, and of course, the musky aroma of my excited cunt,
which a woman can detect much sooner than any man.
Later, Harold read the newspaper while the kids watched TV and
did their homework during the frequent commercials. I pretended
to read a novel, but actually, I was thinking about Grant kissing
me and then taking out my tits. When I remembered how hard he
had gotten my nipples, I had to squeeze my thighs together to
secretly masturbate myself. I wanted to cum but knew I could
never be quiet if I had an orgasm. I wondered how far I would
have let him go if he hadn't stopped.
Around 11 PM, the kids retired to their rooms to finish their
homework. I just couldn't wait any longer. My cunt was
dripping, and I didn't think my clit could get any harder. When
I headed for my bedroom, Harold looked up and asked, "Going to
bed?"
"No. Not yet. I'm just going to get out of these clothes." He
nodded and went back to his newspaper.
As soon as I was in our bedroom, I stripped off the dress I had
worn to work that day, and put on a black sheathe that I had just
purchased at Victoria's Secret two days earlier. I had no
intention of wearing a bra and thought about leaving off the
panties, but then knowing how much it turns men on to see a
woman's panties being pulled down, I slipped on a skimpy black
thong. Strapping on my new come-fuck-me four-inch heels, I
walked back into our den with my ass and hips swinging.
At first, Harold didn't notice me. I waited until he glanced
up. The sight of his eyes widening first in shock, and then in
desire sent shivers through my body. The sheathe just barely
covered my ass. It was the first time my husband of 17 years had
ever seen me in such an outfit. He was stunned... but he was
also hard.
"How do you like my new dress, Darling? Do you think it's too
long? I can take the hem up a little more."
"Oh fuck! If it were any shorter, I could see your ass."
"Well, don't you want to see my ass? Should I make it
shorter?"
"I love seeing your sexy ass, Mandy, but I wouldn't be the only
man seeing it if you make that dress any shorter."
"Mmmmmm... that's a hot thought... all those randy men staring
at my ass. Would it make you jealous or hard if other men were
staring at your wife's ass?"
"Probably."
"Which one? Jealous or hard?"
"Mainly hard... a little jealous."
"It's good for a husband to be really hard and a little
jealous... don't you think so."
"Yeah, I do. Make it even shorter, Mandy."
"I'll think about it, Darling. Do you think it looks all right
without a bra?"
"No bra? Oh damn! That's so hot! Let's go in the bedroom so
you can show me."
"What's the matter with right here?" I asked as I pulled the
dress down to my waist baring both of my tits. Harold's hand
moved to his erection, which he began to squeeze and stroke. He
couldn't take his eyes off my big tits and legs, and I couldn't
tear mine away from his hand jacking off his big hard-on.
"Take it out," I hissed hotly.
"Right here? The kids are here."
"Forget the kids! Take it out!" I groaned in heat.
Harold unzipped his pants and pulled out his iron-hard dick.
It seemed even bigger than his usual seven and a half inches.
The head was swollen and purple. I could see it throbbing even
at a distance. "Are you wearing panties?" he asked, his voice no
more than a hot moan.
"Of course. Do you think your wife is a slut? I pulled the
dress down my hips so he could see the tiny black thong I was
wearing. His hand moved faster on his throbbing cock. It was
the first time I had ever watched my husband jack off. It was so
incredibly erotic, I had a hard time believing that I had denied
us both this pleasure for so long.
"Take it off," he ordered, his voice now a lust-filled, deep
growl.
Stepping out of my dress, I tossed it over the back of a chair,
turned, and with my ass thrusting directly at Harold, I slowly
pulled down my panties. After stepping out of them, I bent back
over and spread my ass cheeks to completely expose both my cunt
and ass holes to my husband.
"See anything you'd like to fuck, Stud?"
That was all Harold could take. The male who scooped me up in
his arms was nothing like my husband. This male was an
out-of-control satyr who smelled the musky aroma of excited
female cunt that he fully intended to ravish. I couldn't wait to
be ravished like a hot whore.
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Maria had her blouse open with both tits sticking out. Her
dress was hiked up to he waist, and her panties were pulled aside
baring her wet cunt. One hand squeezed her tits and worked her
hard nipples while the fingers on her other hand stroked her
erect and throbbing clitoris and plunged in and out of her
pulsing hole.
She had her ear pressed as close to the wall separating her
bedroom from the master bedroom as she could get it. The sound
of her mother howling and grunting as she was being royally
fucked by her husband was the hottest thing the young teenager
had ever heard. Many times, she had tried to hear her mother's
cries during sex, but she never had... never until tonight.
There was now no problem hearing Mandy�s wild cries of delight
as the thick cock plunged in and out of her cunt. The hard
female grunts Mandy emitted each time the cock thudded into the
bottom of her vagina let Maria know the precise moment her dad's
cock was balls deep inside her mom's hole.
When she heard her mother wailing, "Oohhhh gawd damn, Harold!
Fuck me... fuck me harder, you hot stud. Make me cum again!
UUnnghhh! GGGHHHHAAAAAA!!!" Maria's cunt went into hard spastic
contractions at the same time as her mom's hole was erupting.
She heard the bed springs creaking and protesting at the same
time as Mandy screeched and howled. Then, Maria's clitoris
erupted when she heard, "OOOHHHH... you hot Bastard! You're
finger fucking my ass! Stick it innnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Ooohhh fuck
meeee... fuck meeee!!"
Maria spread wide open and drove three fingers deep inside her
erupting hole when she heard her father's deep masculine voice
informing her wailing mother that he was going to shoot in
another load of cum.
"Here it comes, you sexy slut. TAKE IT! AAAHHHHH UGH! UGH!
UGH! UGH!"
With each of her father's hot grunts, Maria knew her mom was
taking another thick gush of sperm-filled semen.
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A Business Trip with the CEO:
Over the next week, Grant took every opportunity to kiss me,
and on each kiss, his hands never failed to explore my tits. If
he could safely take my tits out without much risk of someone
seeing us, he always took them out.
I knew I should feel guilty about cheating on Harold this way,
but he was getting the hottest sex we had ever had in 17 years
because of Grant getting me so hot I was boiling over when I got
home. So, I rationalized my behavior and kept doing it.
In fact, I knew I would have done a lot more if Grant had
pushed the issue. But so far, kissing me, staring at and
occasionally caressing my legs, and playing with my tits and
nipples was as far as he had gone. That changed at the start of
my fifth week.
I had just purchased a new red dress at Victoria's along with
transparent black panties and matching heels. When I went in to
work on Monday, I was in heat waiting to let Grant see my
stocking clad legs and garter straps. Consequently, when my
intercom buzzed, my pussy immediately began to throb in
anticipation.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Is every thing going as planned?"
This was our agreed upon code to ask me if I were alone.
"Yes... as planned, Grant."
"I can't stop thinking about you."
"Good."
"Are you thinking about me?"
"All the time... even when Harold is fucking me."
"Good. I think about you when I'm screwing my wife."
"We shouldn't be doing this, Grant."
"I know, but I'm not going to stop. Are you?"
"No. I can't. You're my boss."
"I am, and don't you forget it. Since I'm your boss, pull your
dress up to your waist."
I lifted my ass and jerked my dress up over my hips. Then, I
pulled it even higher. "It's around my waist now."
"Look down. What do you see?"
"My dark stockings and garters. My black CFM heels. My
transparent black panties."
"Oh fuck... that's so hot."
"I'm glad you think so. I bought the outfit for you. Harold's
never seen it."
"Aaahhh... On Thursday, I leave for a business meeting with a
potentially large client. I'll be returning on Sunday. I need
you with me."
"Of course. It's part of my job, isn't it?"
"Very much so. Harold understands that. He won't object."
"I'll tell him tonight. I've never been out of town with
another man in 17 years, Grant."
"That streak ends Thursday, Mandy. Are your panties wet?"
"Soaked."
"Rub your pussy for me."
"Oohhh god... mmmmmm... Oh fuck. Ummmmmmm..."
"Is your clit hard?"
"Very hard, Grant."
"Rub it."
"AAaahhhhhhhh.... oohhhhhhh god, Grant. It's so sensitive.
MMmmmmm... AAAAaaahhhhh."
"Did Harold fuck you last night?"
"Yes... three times."
"Lucky man. How many times did you cum?"
"I lost count... but more than seven. I lost count at seven.
I was thinking about you every time I climaxed."
"Rub your clit."
"I'm rubbing it... I'm about to cum."
"Good. Now stop and come into my office. I have a problem
that needs your attention."
I hurried into Grant's office. As soon as I entered, he
motioned for me to take seat on his large couch. As I did, I
crossed my legs and pulled my dress all the way up to my ass. I
could see his body shaking with desire. I loved it... oh god...
how I loved turning him on.
"You're just drop-dead gorgeous, Mandy. I just can't get over
how sensuous and sexy you are."
"MMmmmm... I don't want you to ever get over it, Grant."
"Turn and face me, Mandy. Point your legs right at me."
"Oh yes, you hot Stud. You know exactly what buttons to push
to turn me on."
Turning, I was now facing Grant. My crossed legs were pointed
right at him. I waited with my cunt throbbing wildly. My
clitoris was pulsing... it felt like it was dancing in and out of
its protective hood. The sexy bastard made me wait. I wasn't
sure I would going to be able to stand it much longer.
"Do it now," he ordered.
"What?"
"You know what. Do it or go back to work."
There was no possible way I could resist. Slowly...
tantalizingly, I uncrossed my legs and moved my heels
side-by-side onto the floor, my knees pressed tightly together,
my dress still up at the top of my thighs.
I hesitated. Grant leaned forward to get the best view. His
pants were tented with his bulging erection. I moved my knees a
few inches apart. He licked his lips... leaning forward. In one
motion, I spread my legs as wide as possible and pulled my dress
up to my hips. I knew Grant could see my wet slit through my
soaked, transparent panties.
When he began to stroke his cock, I arched my hips upward to
give him the best possible view.
"I'm about to have an orgasm," I moaned.
"What?"
"I'm about to have an orgasm."
"What?"
"Ohhhh god. I'm about to cum!!" I could feel my vagina
opening and closing and my clit pulsing each time my vagina
throbbed.
"Show me your cunt, Mandy. I've been dying to see it for
months."
"I've only been working for you for five weeks, Grant."
"So? I've wanted to see your hot cunt since the first time I
laid eyes on you. Show it to me."
Reaching between my thighs, I bunched the crotch of my panties
together and pulled it deep into my slit. Grant groaned at the
erotic, sensuous sight. My hole contracted in a hard spasm.
"I'm almost there," I shouted. "I'm going to cum!"
"Pull your panties aside so I can see your cunt when you cum,
Mandy. Hurry!!!"
I jerked the crotch band out of my slit and yanked it aside.
Almost immediately, my cunt exploded as my sex hole gaped open
and then slammed shut... over and over.
I was still shuddering in the midst of my climax when I heard
Grant growling at me. "Get your fucking dress and panties off.
Spread out on the table. I can't wait any longer! I'm going to
fuck you, Mandy!"
My vagina began to throb even harder when I heard Grant tell me
I was about to be fucked. Seventeen years with only Harold's
cock in my cunt... Now, Grant was going put his thick, eight-inch
dick in me. I practically tore the dress in my haste to get it
off. As soon as it hit the floor, I was pulling my panties over
my ass and down my thighs. Before I could toss them to the
floor, Grant pulled them from my hand and pressed the crotch to
his nose.
"Oh god... the aroma of your cunt just drives me crazy, Mandy."
A moment later, my panties disappeared into his pants pocket.
I leaned back on the table supporting my weight with my arms
behind my body. Scooting forward, I moved my hips forward so
that half of my buttocks and my cunt were off the table's edge.
Once my cunt was in position for Grant, I lifted both legs and
spread wide open for him.
"Jezzz!" Grant gasped as he stared between my gaping thighs at
my wide open, pulsing, wet cunt. "That's the most erotic, sexy
sight I've ever seen in my life."
By this time, he had stripped. I couldn't take my eyes off his
huge cock as he moved his hips between my thighs toward my sex
saddle. It was thick... very thick, curved slightly upward so
that it would hook into me perfectly and scrap against my G-spot
on every thrust, and it looked even longer than Harold's seven
and half inches. "How big is that thing," I hissed with hot
anticipation.
"Eight inches and very thick, but I'll go very slow. I won't
hurt you... I promise."
"Don't you dare go slow!" I groaned. "Harold's cock is almost
that big. I can take it. I can't wait to take it!! I want you
to ram it into me like a bull, Grant. Fuck the shit out of me!
This my first fuck in 17 years by a cock other than Harold's, and
I want to feel it ramming me... I want to still feel you inside
me tonight when I'm in bed with my husband! Give it to me...
hard... deep. Ram me, Stud. Pound my cunt!!"
Holding me by my waist, Grant aligned the swollen, throbbing
head of his cock with my opening. I spread even wider and
hunched upward in hot invitation. His hips snapped forward...
hard... fast... driving his sex spike deep into my cunt with
force and a deep masculine grunt of satisfaction as my vagina
closed tightly about his prick and sucked him inward.
"UUNNGGGHHH! UUNNGGHHH! UUNNGGHH! This the way you want it,
Mandy. Hard... UGH! UGH!... Deep in your cunt... AAAhhhhhhh!
You're so fucking wet and tight!" UNNGGG... UUNNNNN...
UUUNNNNN... Take it, Baby!"
I couldn't answer him I was cumming so hard. My cunt had just
exploded in ecstatic contractions when Grant rammed his huge sex
gun into my waiting hole. Every thrust was scraping over my
G-spot sending shivers of delight ripping through my totally
plugged cunt. His pubic bone thudded into my clit... mashing
it... on every stroke. It erupted in rapid, hard pulsations.
Juices were gushing out of my hole as the huge phallus fucked me.
"GGGHHHAAAAA! AAAAHHHHH.... YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEE!!!
MAKING ME CUMMMMMMM!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I screamed
over and over as Grant's shaft stretched me again and again
driving my womb back to bury itself entirely inside my cunt.
I marveled at Grant's staying power as he jack hammered his
shaft into me on every stroke. Squishing sounds mixed with
masculine grunts and female squeals of pleasure filled the room.
Another orgasm surged through my vagina knotting the muscles in
my belly. My tits were bouncing back and forth as this
consummate stud fucked me. It was just glorious. There was no
way I could control my orgasms.
Finally, Grant leaned close and whispered, "Shall I pull out or
cum inside you?"
"INSIDE ME! INSIDE ME! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE IT OUT! SHOOT IT
INNNNN!"
Instantly, I felt his cock drive deep and stop with the head
against my womb. His buttocks clenched hard, again and again, as
stream after thick stream of sperm-loaded cum poured into the pit
of my throbbing cunt hole.
Grant collapsed on top of me as I wrapped my legs tightly about
his hips and locked my ankles behind his back. We stayed locked
together for at least 10 minutes before I felt his cock beginning
to move inside me once again.
"Oh that's fantastic, Grant! I can feel you getting hard.
You're going to fuck me again, aren't you?"
"You're not going to believe how much I'm going to be fucking
you from now on, Mandy. I want you to ride my cock this time."
"Ohhhh yes! I want to ride you, Grant. I can't wait to pound
my cunt up and down on your hot sex spike."
Five minutes later, I was on top of Grant as he lay on the
table with me riding his hard cock. Now that I was on top, I was
able to keep his shaft pressing on my G-spot and putting pressure
on my clitoris. I was cumming within a few minutes... gasping
and moaning in his ear as my tits mashed into his chest and my
vagina quivered and convulsed around his cock.
Pulling my mouth downward against his, his tongue fucked in and
out in time with his dick pumping my pussy. Our mouths were
locked together in a torrid kiss when I felt Grant's second load
shooting into me. The feeling of his dick throbbing like crazy
inside my vagina made me cum again. I throbbed hard every time I
felt his cock expand and shoot more semen into me.
Once again, we collapsed together... this time with me on top,
his dick still twitching inside my cunt, my tits mashed against
his chest, our mouths locked together, tongues exploring.
"God, you're a fantastic fuck, Mandy," Grant groaned as our
mouths separated.
"Thank you, Darling. Any woman would be with you pounding that
awesome cock into her pussy."
"Not so. My wife has been a lousy fuck. She's so
conservative... no oral sex... no anal sex... no positions other
than missionary. I'm not sure she ever has an orgasm. Lately,
she's been getting better, but she's not close to you."
"Maybe she just needs a lover as good as the one I've got," I
grinned at him. "MMMmmm... I feel something growing in my pussy
again. How do you want me this time?"
"Ride me again, Mandy. But this time, put your heels on the
table top just outside my hips and bang that hot cunt up and down
my cock. It will really go in deep, and you'll be able to fuck
your pussy on my cock harder that way."
Before I left Grant's office, he had screwed me four times, and
I had cum at least 20 times.
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Grant told me I could leave early later that afternoon so I
would have time to bathe and douche before Harold came home.
Before leaving, I stopped in the ladies room to do a little
makeshift repair to my appearance. When I looked at my
reflection in the mirror, I was shocked. A high school boy could
have easily figured out that I had been recently fucked, and a
lot more than just once. My dress was rumpled and creased in
back, my hair was a mess, and there were even crusted cum stains
on my stockings that my dress didn't cover. Needless to say, I
didn't stop to chat with anyone on my way out of the building.
It was just 4 PM when I got home... too early for the kids to
be home from school and much too early for Harold to be home from
work. After parking my car in our garage, I was about to head
for the master bath when I saw a car pull up in front of our
house. Peeking out of one of our front windows, I saw it was
Maria and her boyfriend Allen.
Even as far away as I was, I could see them kissing
passionately while Allen's hand moved inside her blouse. I was so
mesmerized by the sight of my daughter making out with her
boyfriend, I couldn't look away or leave. After a bit, they
moved about on the seat, and I saw that Allen now had Maria's
tits out. One of his hands was out of sight below her waist, but
from the movement of his arm, I was pretty certain that he was
rubbing her pussy... or more likely, finger fucking her.
After a few minutes, he had Maria writhing against his body. I
wondered if he was going to fuck her right in front of our house
in broad daylight. Finally, Maria seemed to push him away. She
said something and opened the passenger side door to get out of
the car.
As Maria scooted across the seat to exit the car, I could see
that her skirt was up around her waist, and there didn't appear
to be any panties covering her pussy. She almost made it out of
the car, but Allen pulled her back, turned her head, kissed her
again. She just seemed to melt in his arms as she returned his
kiss. When his hand again moved to her thigh, my daughter spread
her legs, and now it was necessary to guess what his hand was
doing. I could easily see his fingers moving back and forth
inside her vagina. When I saw Maria arching her ass and humping
on his hand, I knew he was rubbing her clitoris at the same time
as he finger fucked her.
Very soon, my view was blocked by Allen's head between her
thighs as he went down on Maria and began licking her clit.
It took almost ten minutes of making out before Maria's body
convulsed in a hard orgasm. After that, she finally managed to
get Allen to let her out of the car. Once outside, she fastened
a few of the buttons of her blouse and waved goodbye. I was
waiting for her when she entered the den.
Maria was clearly shocked to see me. She gave a slight gasp
and then asked, "How long have you been home, Mom?"
"I got home just before you and Allen drove up."
"Oh god. How much did you see?"
"Pretty much every thing... your tits out... dress up... no
panties... Allen fingering your pussy... licking your clitoris...
you having an orgasm. Did he fuck you earlier?"
When Maria didn't reply, I repeated my question ending with,
"Well? Did he?"
Maria blushed crimson and then said, "Yeah... we cut all of our
after school activities and went out to the bluff overlooking the
lake. We did it in the back seat of his car. It was our first
time, and I was just too turned on to stop. And then when we got
back here, he wanted to fuck me again... but then you saw all
that. Are you going to tell Dad?"
"Why would I do something like that? Dads don't think clearly
when it comes to their daughters. This is just between us. By
the way, Allen looked like he was a pretty good lover for a
17-year old guy." I grinned at my daughter reassuringly and
turned to head for my bath.
"Mom."
I turned back. "Yes?"
"Your hairdo is a wreck." Now it was my turn to blush.
"And your dress... it's all rumpled, and when you were walking
away, I could see creases all over the back." My face now felt
like it was beet red.
"And if I were you, Mom, I'd throw those stockings away before
Dad sees them. They're spotted with some crusted, white stains
and there are several runs in the back."
I opened my mouth to make some excuses, but I couldn't think of
anything to say. "Did he fuck you earlier?" Maria asked. "How
many times?"
When I didn't reply, Maria repeated her questions ending with,
"Well? Did he? How many times?"
"Yeah. It was also our first time, and, like Allen, he was so
turned on that he wanted to do it again. The only difference was
that he did do it again. In fact, he fucked me four times. Are
you going to tell your father?"
"Why would I do something like that? Husbands don't think
clearly when it comes to their wives or daughters. Like you
said, this is just between us... and I love you, Mom."
We moved together and hugged each other. "I love you too,
Maria," I whispered, meaning every word.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask a really personal question? I mean... well, you got
to watch me so it's really only fair."
"I guess that's right. What is it?"
"Did he keep your panties like Allen did mine."
I couldn't suppress the sexy giggle that rose in my throat.
"He did. I think guys often want your panties the first time
they get into you. I guess they think of them as a sort of
trophy of conquest."
"Show me, Mom."
Again I blushed furiously. "Oh god, Maria. I can't do that.
I'm your mother."
"Why not? You saw me with my dress up around my hips getting
my pussy licked. Fair is fair."
I gave up the argument and pulled my dress up to my hips
letting Maria see that I was as pantiless as she was. I even sat
down and opened my legs as wide as her's had been in the car.
"Oh Jezz... You look so beautiful and sexy, Mom. I hope that I
look just half as good as you do when I'm 37. Dad's really lucky
to have you. Do you know that your lover's cum load is leaking
out of your pussy, Mom."
"I'm not surprised. I'll bet Allen's load is leaking out of
yours too."
"Yeah. It is. I can feel it trickling down my thighs."
We both started giggling knowing that our pussies got very well
filled with our lovers cum loads. When I manaaged to stop
laughing, I said, "I have to clean up before your father gets
home. I suggest you do the same, young lady."
"Ok, Mom," Maria said as we walked to our bathrooms to clean up
the evidence... so to speak.
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I showered and carefully washed the outside of my cunt and
small triangular bush. However, at the last moment, I decided
against douching. The thought of Harold going down on me with
some of Grant's semen still inside me was so erotic, I couldn't
resist. I wondered how much of Grant's four cum loads was still
inside my vagina.
Later, I searched my closet for something erotic, but not too
slutty, to wear for Harold. I could still feel my pussy tingling
from having been so thoroughly stretched and filled by Grant
earlier in the day. That hot, erotic sensation made me feel
guilty. It was, after all, the first time I had actually cheated
on my husband.
What made me feel even worse was the fact that I was now doing
for Grant a lot of the things that Harold had asked me time and
time again to do with him. The memory of all the times I had not
only turned him down but actually chastised him for asking was
eating at my conscience. I loved doing all those naughty things
and was kicking myself for constantly saying "no" to Harold.
As I slipped into a tight-fitting, yellow dress, I said aloud
to myself, "Mandy, your no-saying days are fucking over! In
fact, if Harold doesn't start asking you to do hot, sexy things
with him, you are damn well going to start asking him... so get
used to it, you dirty, cheating Slut!" I grinned when I called
myself a slut. For the time in my life, I realized that I liked
being a slut. "Blondes may have more fun than brunettes," I
thought, "but sluts have more fun than either of them."
As I put on a pale green bra and slipped a pair of matching
bikini panties up my hips, I wondered how Maria had already
managed to find out that sluts have more fun. I also wondered
how many different cocks had been in her sexy pussy and how often
they had fucked her? With a rueful smile, I said aloud, "The sexy
slut has probably already had two or three times the number of
men I've had. Well, I guess I'm just going to have to play catch
up!"
Judging from his intense stare and the growing bulge in his
pants, Harold was obviously pleased with my outfit. "Wow!" he
moaned as his eyes locked onto my exposed cleavage. Just that
one word, but it spoke volumes, and I loved it.
"I've told the kids that they're on their own tonight. I've
got a date and won't be home until late."
"A date?? Who with?" Harold asked obviously very surprised,
but I saw the bulge in his pants get even larger at the thought.
"With a man. I don't date women, Honey. And I should tell you
that he's hot to get into your wife's panties."
"Do I know him?"
"I think so. His name's Harold and I'm pretty certain that
he's already got a hard-on for my pussy."
My husband broke into a large smile, but I also noticed that
his erection decreased slightly. "And where is Harold taking you
tonight?" he asked me.
"To dinner at the Olive Garden and afterwards... who knows...
maybe to a motel... if I decide to let him."
"Have I got 15 minutes to shower and change?"
"Absolutely, Lover, but no more than 15 minutes, or I'll go
find a substitute. Both my stomach and my pussy are very
anxious."
As we pulled out of our driveway, Harold said, "You really had
me going there for a moment when you said you had a date with a
man."
"Did the thought turn you on?"
"Yeah. I guess it did. Does that make you angry?"
"Not at all. It makes me hot and wet. You got hard when I
told you... didn't you? I mean really hard!"
"Yeah... it felt like I might cum in my pants. Did your pussy
get hot and wet?"
"No. My cunt got hot and wet, Darling. And it's still wet.
See." I raised my ass and pulled my dress up to my hips.
Spreading my legs, I ran my finger over my panties... right over
my wet slit. "See how soaked my panties are, Honey. Feel them."
Doing his best to keep his eyes on the road, Harold put his
hand on my panties right above my slowly throbbing slit.
"God! You're soaked. Your pussy feels like a swamp, Mandy!"
"Don't you mean my cunt feels like a swamp, Honey?"
"Oh shit... that's several times in the past few days you've
called it a 'cunt' rather than a 'pussy'. We've been married for
17 years, and I don't think I ever heard you call it that before.
What's going on anyway, Mandy?"
"Does it bother you to hear your wife talk about her wet cunt?"
"Oh hell NO! I just don't understand what happened to get you
to start doing things you never did before. It's not just using
sexy words. You never dressed hot and sexy for me before."
"For 17 years, I haven't really been a wife for you. I've been
more of a nanny for the kids, a housekeeper, and a home
manager... a lot of things, but not a wife. I can't change those
17 years... I wish I could, but I can't. But from now on, you're
going to have a wife... a sexy, hot wife with a constantly wet
cunt that wants and needs to be filled with hard cock. I really
hope you like the new me, Harold, because I'm not going back to
being the housekeeping nanny who manages your household."
"Like it? I don't like it... I love it."
"Good, because it got me hot and wet to tease you about having
a date with a man who wants to get into my panties. And when I
saw it getting you hard, I almost wished I had had a date with
another man."
"Oh fuck... take off your panties, Mandy. I want to see your
cunt."
"Oh yessssssss!" I hissed with hot pleasure. "A couple of
months ago, I would have made you sleep on the couch for saying
something like that to me. Now, I can't wait to get my panties
off and show you my wet cunt. I want you to see it... I hope
some other men see it." Raising my legs high so that other
drivers and pedestrians would see what I was doing, I stripped my
panties over my ass and pulled them off my raised legs.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!!" my husband groaned as he
squeezed his cock frantically.
The driver of the truck moving along beside us gave me a short
blast on his air horn to express his appreciation. "That truck
driver is looking at your wife's tits and trying to see her cunt,
Honey. Does that embarrass you?"
"Some... yes, but it's got me so damn hard... so fucking damn
HARD! Show him your cunt, Mandy! Let him see your hot, wet
slit!"
Putting one heel up on the seat, I spread my legs wide open.
From his elevated position, the truck driver had a perfect view
of my hot cunt. I even arched my hips upward to give him a
better view. Two more blasts of his air horn followed.
"He wants to fuck your wife, Harold. I'm sure he's jacking off
right now."
"Shall I pull into a motel?"
That shocked me. Up to that point, I thought I was just
turning my husband on with some outrageously dirty teasing. That
put a whole new light on things. "Do you really mean that? Or
is it just your hard-on talking?"
"Probably just my hard-on. I've never been this hard and this
turned on before. You're just awesome. For years and years,
I've fantasized every day about you becoming a sensuous wife, but
never in my wildest fantasies did I realize just how incredibly
erotic, sensuous, and hot you could be. I love it... and I love
you, Mandy. I just hope I don't wake up and find this is all a
dream."
"It's not a dream, Lover. I'm just sorry to have made you wait
for 17 years. And I know it's all my fault. You tried and
tried... you just never gave up on me. Thank you , Darling. I'm
going to make it up to you... I promise!"
"I'm going to hold you to that promise, Mandy. Our exit to the
Olive Garden is coming up. Spread wide and finger fuck your hot
cunt for the nice truck driver, Mandy. Do it!"
"OH FUCK YES! OH FUCK YES!!" I howled as I rammed my ass high
in the air and used both hands to pump my cunt hole and rub my
throbbing clitoris.
"OOOHHHH FUCK! I'M CUMMING! WATCH ME CUM, BABY... CUMMINGGG!!
AAAAHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!"
My orgasm was greeted by a continuous series of blasts on the
truck's air horn. The guy shot off so hard that I saw the thick
gush of semen arching high in the air and splattering all over
his dashboard and the windshield of his semi. Looking over at my
husband, I also saw the large wet stain spreading all over the
front of his pants.
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With the big cum stain soaked through his pants, I assumed
dinner at the Olive Garden was out, but Harold was inventive.
Taking off his jacket, He folded it over his arm and carried it
so that it concealed the front of his pants. Once we had been
seated, he simply laid the jacket over his lap and we had a great
dinner.
For me, the excitement of having made the truck driver shoot
all over his dashboard and windshield and, at the same time, made
my husband cum inside his pants had my clitoris so erect and hard
that it felt like it might burst. In addition, my pussy would
not stop throbbing and pumping out juices.
As we waited for the bill, I leaned over and whispered to
Harold, "You're going to have to walk behind me when we leave,
Honey."
"Why? The jacket will keep the cum stain on my pants hidden."
"I know it will but what's going to keep the big wet spot on
the back of my dress concealed? My cunt hasn't stopped gushing
since I made you and that truck driver cum at the same time."
"What if I want everyone to see how hot and turned on my wife
is?"
"MMMmmmmm... then you don't need to walk behind me, and I walk
really slow so all the men can see how hot you've got me.
They'll all know that I'm so turned on and hot that I'll spread
my legs for any man who wants to fuck me."
Harold moaned and then whispered hotly, "If you keep that up,
you're going to make me cum in my pants again."
When we left, Harold did walk behind me while holding his
jacket in front. As soon as we were in our car, he looked over
and asked, "What now?"
"You're the man. You're supposed to make suggestions to me so
I can pick one. That's the way it works, Honey."
"Yeah, I know, but I'm a little nervous with the new you... I
would appreciate some help."
"Ok. Let's go to "The Hot Spot" and dance some."
"What about my pants and the back of your dress?"
"Well, I would say a lot of the women are going to be very
interested in a guy so hot that he shoots off in his pants and
still stays hard... like you are right now. And I also think I'm
going to be asked to dance by a lot of men... particularly after
they see the back of my dress. Come on. It'll be fun, and we'll
both be so hot later on, sex will be terrific."
Harold nodded and about 15 minutes later we were at The Hot
Spot. I had sucked his cock throughout the entire drive but
wouldn't let him shoot off. When we got out of the car, his cock
was hard as iron. He wanted to wait until his erection abated,
but I was having none of that.
"How about your panties? They're in the back seat. Are you
going to put them on?"
"If you can go in with that monster hard-on sticking out, I can
go dancing without my panties on, Lover. Let's go, you
big-dicked Stud."
As I expected, over a dozen women and several men checked out
my husband's raging erection as we made our way to a vacant
table. When the scantily-clad cocktail waitress took our drink
orders, she paused and stared right at Harold's erection. He got
even harder under her gaze. Just before leaving, she said, "How
big is that thing?"
"Seven inches," my husband replied modestly. I wasn't about to
let him shortchange himself.
"Bull shit!" I hissed. "He's at least eight inches and thick,
Honey."
Her eyes actually seemed to light up. "Well, If she won't take
care of that big cock, Honey, I get my break in 15. My name's
Linda."
I scooted my chair closer to Harold and wrapped my hand around
his throbbing manhood. "Are you going to fuck her, Honey? She's
hot and she's ready, Baby."
"Yeah... she is, but so are you, and you are much more
beautiful, sexier, sluttier... every thing I want. In fact, why
don't we go some place where I can ravish you?"
I grinned at my eager husband, but inwardly, I was glowing with
female pride and pleasure. A hot, sexy cocktail waitress that
every guy in the place was trying to bed had just hit on my
husband, and he had turned her down for me! My cunt was gushing
again.
"Patience, Lover. Patience. I want a wild man on me tonight.
Come on, Stud. Let's dance."
Once we were on the dance floor, I plastered my body against
Harold's and brazenly began to grind my cunt up and down his
rigid shaft. I was dry fucking him right in front of several
dozen people and loving it. Leaning closer, I whispered in his
ear, "Rub my ass, Honey. Pull my cunt against your big cock."
I was thrilled when I felt him throb even harder. It actually
seemed to me like his cock had grown larger after he had my pussy
jammed against his shaft. During the second song, I urged him to
put his hands under my dress and lift it."
"You don't have on any panties?"
"I know. Lift my dress and let all the men see my naked ass,
Lover." When I felt the cool air against my naked ass, I also
felt my secretions seeping down my inner thighs.
When the third song began, I hissed, "Pull my dress higher...
up to my hips. Show everybody my naked ass. I'm going to spread
my feet far enough apart that a little of my slit will show."
Harold went me one better. Instead of hiking my dress up to my
hips, he pulled it all the way up to my waist. I was now dancing
naked from the waist down. Before the third song ended, I had
had an orgasm.
During the fourth song, Harold couldn't take it any longer.
"Please, Mandy. I've got to stop and sit down. Otherwise, I'm
going to cum in my pants again, and I would hate that."
"Ok. Let's go finish our drinks and head out. I need to put
that big sex gun of yours inside my hot cunt." When I saw my
husband's dick lurch and visibly throb at my words, I mentally
kicked myself for refusing to use any sexy four-letter words for
so many years. "Stupid Bitch," I thought to myself as I pulled
my dress down and walked back to our table.
We hadn't been at the table for more than a few minutes before
a young guy who looked to be in his mid-twenties asked me to
dance. He also had a nice bulge, not as large as Harold's but
more than big enough. Turning to Harold, I asked, "Is it Ok? Do
you mind?"
I knew my husband was desperate to get me in bed, but he was
gracious and nodded. "Go ahead. Have fun. I'll wait for you
here."
As soon as we were on the dance floor, he pulled me against his
body and thrust his erection against my mound. "I'm Jack, and
you are..."
"Mandy."
"You're gorgeous and hot as fire, Mandy. Every guy in the
place wants to get between your legs."
"Including you?"
"Especially me. I got hard as soon as I saw you come in. When
your date pulled up your dress and I saw your fantastic ass, I
almost came in my pants." As he was saying it, his hands were
moving under my dress and hiking it back up over my ass.
"Don't," I whispered.
"Why not? You were loving it before."
"Different man. My "date", as you call him, is my husband."
"He should have said 'no' when I asked you to dance."
"He trusts me."
"That can be dangerous. Everyone is human, and he had to know
that I was going to hit on you. But forget him for awhile. Just
concentrate on how hard you've gotten my cock. I want to fuck
you... badly. I have a very spacious van right outside.
Mattress in the back... We can make it quick or we can take our
time... your choice. God... you feel fantastically hot!" he
groaned in my ear.
Jack's hands now had my dress up to my hips. His fingers were
tracing the crack of my ass from top to bottom... teasing my anus
each time they passed. I felt several drops of my cuntal
secretions trickling down my inner thighs.
"God. You have to-die-for tits, Mandy. Unbelievable! How
big?"
"38D," I moaned as his fingers found my cunt slit.
"I can't wait to get them out and suck your nipples hard... so
hard you'll think they're about to burst. Is your clit hard and
erect now?"
I was shaking. I was so turned on, I couldn't answer.
"Is your clit hard and erect?" Jack repeated. "I know it is.
It's throbbing isn't it. Pulsing. If I just touched it and
rubbed it firmly, you'd cum, wouldn't you?"
"Yesssssss," I moaned unable to stop my hips from grinding
against his rigid erection. With that admission, I knew that
Jack was going to fuck me. I wouldn't be able to stop him.
Harold already had me so hot and so turned on, I should have had
enough sense to know that my pussy wouldn't distinguish one hard,
rampant cock from another. It just wanted a hard cock... deep
inside ... fucking me... and now this stranger was going to be
the one giving it to me when I wanted Harold. Then I heard his
voice.
"I believe I'll take possession of my wife again," Harold said
quietly. "Thank the gentleman for the dance, Mandy. We're
leaving now."
Seeing himself about to lose his certain piece of ass, Jack
naturally objected... strongly. "I'll bring her back to the
table, Man, when we're finished with the dance. Why don't you
just trot back to the table and wait until we're finished.?"
Harold took hold of my arm, pulled me back, and said softly,
"We're leaving, Mandy. Say goodbye to your dance partner."
Jack grabbed Harold's left arm and turned him so that they were
face-to-face. At the same time, he growled in a threatening,
hostile voice, "You must not hear good, old man. I'll bring
Mandy back when I'm ..."
That was as far as he got. Planting his right foot, Harold hit
Jack flush in the face with a hard, straight jab that had all the
force of his 180 lb, well-muscled body behind it. Blood exploded
from Jack's broken nose. He staggered back under the force of
the unexpected blow, and he never got a chance to recover. He
was still trying to regain his balance and counterattack when my
husband drove his left fist deep into his solar plexus. The
breath whooshed out of Jack's lungs doubling him over. A second
later his body shot upright again under the driving power of the
right uppercut that sent his eyes rolling, unseeing, into the
back of his head. He dropped to the floor unconscious.
Harold ignored the fallen, would-be Casanova, gently took my
arm, grinned, and said, "As I was saying, we're leaving, Mandy."
"Whatever you say, Darling," I replied slipping my arm through
his and snuggling close.
Just before we got to the door, two of Jack's buddies stepped
in front of us. "That was a cheap shot, Man. You took him by
surprise," one of them challenged.
Very softly, Harold responded, "Fifth United States Marine
Corps boxing champion. You want some? This is my wife. Any
questions?"
The two guys just sort of faded into the crowd. There was some
applause from the spectators as Harold led me to the parking lot.
I had an orgasm before we got to the car just from the sensuous
feel of my husband's body against mine.
On the drive home, I pressed myself as close to Harold as I
could get. When we were halfway home, I said, "You were never in
the Marine Corps."
"No. And I was never a boxing champion either, but they didn't
know that, and they didn't have the balls to press the issue.
That first guy had me by at least 30 pounds and 10 years of
youth, but stealth, guile, surprise, and courage will kick the
ass of brawn, loud-mouth bragging, and stupidity every time. Now
enough about him. I want to fuck my hot wife... the rest of the
night."
"All night? Think you're up to that, Stud?"
"Fifth United States Marine Corps fucking champion. You want
some?"
"As much as you can give me, Lover."
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"Suck my cock, Mandy."
"Oh yesss... Whatever you want, Lover. Any time you want it."
Sliding my hands about Harold's hips, I pulled his rigid, thick,
near eight-inch cock into my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as I
sucked it. Feeling him jerk and throb inside my mouth was making
my cunt quiver and tremble. Moving my hands to his ass, I pulled
him even deeper into my hole using just my mouth to suck him.
"Suck all of it, Mandy. Deep throat me."
Relaxing my throat, I pulled his cock even deeper until the big
head was pushing against my throat. Harold held my head in place
and slowly pushed his dick all the way down my throat. I was so
hot, I didn't even gag. Nothing but muffled gasps came out of my
mouth while my stud husband mouth fucked me.
"OOmmmm... Ooommmmm... oommmppffff"
I groaned even louder when his entire cock was buried down my
throat and my lips were locked about the base of his shaft in his
pubic hair. My nose was mashed hard into his belly as I took his
entire length again and again.
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"Oh Fuck! Stick that big cock into my cunt, Stud. FUCK THE
SHIT OUT OF ME!!"
"Keep it down, Mandy. The kids are in the house."
"Quit worrying about the kids and fuck my cunt, Stud."
"They'll hear us fucking."
"So what. Don't you think they know that you fuck me, Honey.
Besides both of them are having sex regularly.... so bang me...
hard and deep, Lover... AAAahhhhhhhhhhhhhh god yesss.... fuck me!
Harold pounded all eight inches of dick in and out of my hole
like a fucking machine. I began to cum and couldn't stop. Every
time his dick thudded into the bottom of my cunt, another spasm
shot through my clitoris.
"Oh fuck, Mandy. Your cunt feels like a vise around my dick,
Honey. Tight... hot... wet... I love feeling your cunt throbbing
on my cock. Squeeze it, you hot Slut. Squeeze my dick, Baby."
"UNG! UGH! UGH! UN-HUH! UN-HUH! UN-HUH! DEEPER! FUCK ME
DEEPER, LOVER!"
Harold grabbed my thighs and pushed them up and back. Rising
up over me, he pinned my knees to the bed far outside my tits.
The position spread me wide open and tilted my cunt upward making
it a perfect target for his huge sex gun. He rammed it into
me... hard... deep. His masculine grunts of pleasure let me know
that I was about to get a thick douching with his cum load.
"I'm cumming, Mandy... Gonna shoot it into you!"
"Oh Fuck Yes! SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!"
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When Maria came in from her date and walked toward her bedroom,
she saw her brother Carl listening at the door to their parents
bedroom. He had his cock out and was jacking off as he pressed
his ear against the door.
Carl's entire body jerked in shock when he felt a hand close
over the end of his hard dick and squeeze gentlely. Whriling
around, he saw Maria grinning at him.
"Ssshhhh... be quiet," she whispered. "Dad's fucking Mom,
isn't he?"
"Yeah. It sounds to me like he's really fucking the shit out
of her."
"Let's go to my bedroom. It's right next to theirs. We can
hear much better from there. Come on and bring that big cock
with you."
"Can you hear them, Carl?", Maria groaned. She was sitting on
the side of her bed as they both listened to their mother
screaming in ecstasy as she begged their dad to fuck her
harder... deeper.
"Hell yes, I can hear them. He was fucking her when I got
home. That was over an hour ago. Shit! I had no idea that Dad
was such a stud. I think that was the third time he's cum in
her. How many times do you think Mom's cum? I can't tell. It
seems to me like she's cumming all the time."
"She is. Women cum a lot more than men. When a woman's got a
stud like Dad fucking her, her cunt just goes crazy. My guess is
that Mom's cum at least 20 times already."
"Oh fuck. That's amazing. How do you think he's screwing her
now?"
"Missionary position," Maria said.
"How do you know?"
"Sound of the bed springs. He's really ramming it to her. Has
to be in missionary position to fuck her that hard."
'Is that your favorite position, sSis?"
"Second favorite. Doggy is my favorite."
"Mine too. It's hard to me to keep from shooting off too soon
when I'm doing it doggy with a girl. Does your boyfriend have
that problem, Maria?"
"Some do... some don't. Some guys like Dad have incredible
control. Listen. Listen to Mom scream. He's going down on her
now."
"But he just shot off in her?"
"So?"
"Yuk!"
"Better get over that, Carl. Women love guys who will eat them
after they filled their pussies with their loads. Just listen to
Mom screaming. See what I mean!"
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"OOHHHHHHH FUCK! EAT ME, YOU HOT BASTARD. SUCK YOUR LOAD OUT
OF MY HOT CUNT, LOVER... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
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"Do you think Dad will be able to cum in Mom again, Maria?
Jezzz! I think he's already shot off four times. How in hell
can he do that?"
"UUMMMMM... aaaahhhhh!"
"Maria, did you hear me?"
"Shut up, Carl... I'm about to cum."
"How many times can you get yourself off on that vibrator
anyway. You must have already cum five times."
"Six... Carl... six... aaaahhh... aaaahhhh... uunngghh...
uunnggghhh... here comes number seven... UNNNGGGGGHHH... OOHHHH
FUCKKK FUCK FUCK FUCK... I'm cumming, Carl... watch my pussy
throb... aaaahhhhhh... cumminggg!!"
"Shit, I'm hard again watching you do that. Gonna have to jack
off again."
"Mmmmmm... yesss.. jack off again, Carl. Would you like to
shoot your load all over my face this time?"
"Oh hell yes!"
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"You like riding my dick, Mandy?"
"I love riding cock, Honey. UUnnnghhh... big hard fuck
stick... aaahhhh god... love the way it stretches meeee!"
"Cock or my cock?"
"Cock, Honey... cock... cock ...cock."
"Really?"
"Yeah... Jack was going to fuck me tonight if you hadn't
stopped him."
"Jack? Jack who?"
"The guy you beat up... his name's Jack. He was about to take
me out to his SUV and fuck my brains out, Darling."
"I wanted to fuck you."
"I know, and I'm glad you stopped him. You're a lot better
fuck than he would have been. Now shut up and pump me harder,
Honey. I'm about to cum... Ram it into meeeeeee while I ride
this big sex gun of yours."
"OH SHIT. WHAT A COCK! RAM THAT SEX SPIKE INTO ME, STUD!
AAAAHHHHH SHIT... I'M CUMMING AGAIN!"
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"Did you hear her? Mom's cumming again. Jack it harder, Carl.
I'll keep my mouth open when you shoot.... shoot while she's
cumming... DO IT!"
"AHHHH FUCK! HERE IT COMES, MARIA. ALL OVER YOU! AAAHHHHHH
... UUNNGGHHH... CUMMING! TAKE IT, YOU HOT BITCH!"
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New York Trip:
At breakfast on Sunday morning, Harold and I were eating alone
as the kids had slept late... not surprising since they had both
been out Saturday night until around 2 AM.
"What time did Carl and Maria get in last night, Mandy? Do you
know?" my husband asked.
"Carl got home around 1:30 AM and Maria about 30 minutes after
that."
"How do you know that?"
"Carl made a lot of noise when he came home. He was half drunk
and knocked over an end table in the den on his way to bed. I
was still awake 30 minutes later when Maria got home."
"Half drunk, huh?" Harold said with a smile. "Too bad for
him."
Not understanding what Harold meant by that remark, I asked,
"What do you mean... 'Too bad for him'? Do you intend to punish
our son for getting a little drunk on a Saturday night?"
"Of course not. I didn�t mean that at all."
"Ok. What did you mean? Is it a secret between males?"
"No. No secret. I was just making a comment that if he got
drunk, he probably didn't get laid. If a woman gets drunk, she's
more likely to get laid. If a guy gets drunk, he usually can't
get an erection... so, he doesn't get laid."
I smiled at the accuracy of my husband's observation. As I
sipped my coffee, I commented casually, "Maria was a little drunk
when she came in last night."
Harold stopped reading the newspaper and stared at me. "Are
you suggesting that she got laid last night?"
"I wasn't thinking of that when I told you she was a little
drunk, but now that you bring up the subject, I'm pretty certain
that Allen fucked her last night... so, yes, she probably got
laid."
"Why do you think that? My god! Maria's only 16 and she's
having sex?!"
"First, Harold, she'll be 17 next month. Most 17-year old
girls are having sex now days. Secondly, Maria started taking
birth control pills six months or so ago. Third, in case you
haven't noticed, Maria is a very good looking, sexy girl. And
fourth, with the sexy, short skirt and low-cut blouse she wore on
her date last night, I would be very surprised if Allen could
resist fucking her. She was obviously advertising. Now, how's
your breakfast?"
"It's fine... very good, in fact. And you're right about
Maria. Sorry to be so dense. By the way, don't you have your
first business trip this coming week? Grant mentioned something
about a meeting with a potentially big client in New York."
"That's right. We're leaving early Thursday morning and
returning late Sunday. Are you Ok with that?"
"Sure. Why not. I have to take occasional business trips.
It's one of the perks of your job, and Grant needs a competent
assistant at these meetings. Millions of dollars in business
often hang in the balance. But don't be nervous. Just do what
you can to help Grant and the company."
"I'm not nervous, Honey... just excited. It's my first trip
away from home without you since we've been married."
"I guess that's right. Well, enjoy it. Have a great time in
New York."
"I hope to, Darling."
"Just out of curiosity, has Maria had sex with very many guys?"
"I'm not sure, but I would bet that she's had more cock than
Carl has had pussy."
"How many do you think?
"Five to ten, probably." Harold was clearly surprised. I
wondered if the thought of ten guys fucking our daughter had made
him angry or if it had gotten him hard.
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On Wednesday morning, I was busy getting every thing prepared
for our departure the next day when a messenger arrived with a
large package for me.
"Are you Mrs. Mandy Ballanger?" he asked.
"Yes. How can I help you?"
"I'm just delivering a package to you Mrs. Ballanger. Would
you please sign here."
As I signed the receipt, I asked, "Are there any charges due?"
"Nope. It's all paid for. Have a nice day," he said, his eyes
never leaving my big tits.
After the messenger had left, I opened the box to find a wide
assortment of clothes. On top, there was an envelope addressed
to me. It was from Grant. My pussy was throbbing before I
finished reading the message:
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Hi Sexy,
I can hardly wait for tomorrow and our first trip together out
of town... and to New York, no less. Just fantastic! I've taken
the liberty of buying you new clothes for the trip. I would
really appreciate it if you would wear them during our trip.
Each outfit is labeled as to when you should wear it. Your
lingerie is in the box as well. All you need to bring are your
heels (those were too hard for me to fit), your toilet articles,
make up, and contraceptives. I'll pick you up at your house at
7:00 AM, Thursday morning. Please wear the hip-hugger jeans and
tight top, as indicated.
Love, Grant.
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When Harold saw me in my hip-huggers with the low-cut tight
top, he whistled. "Wow! You're gonna have every man on the
plane hard in that outfit, Mandy."
"Is it too much?"
"Hell no. I just wish I was going with you. Grant's going to
love you in that outfit."
"Do you think he'll hit on me?"
"Grant? No... No way. He's a very straight arrow. Absolutely
doesn't believe in romantic affairs between employees of the
company. You're as safe with Grant as you would be with your
father. But even so, he's a guy, and I'm sure he will enjoy
having you beside him during the trip wearing hot outfits like
that. Have fun, Honey."
"Ok. I guess neither of us has to worry about Grant getting
out of line then."
"No. Not at all."
As smiled at Harold. He thought I was smiling because I was
relieved to hear that Grant would be a total gentleman.
Actually, I was smiling at how naive men can be where their wives
are concerned."
"What are you going to be doing this weekend while I'm in New
York?"
"Not much. Working today and tomorrow. Playing golf on
Saturday and watching some sports on TV. And waiting with a
hard-on for you to come home on Sunday."
"Ok. Make sure that big cock of yours is hard and ready when I
get home on Sunday because after four days with no sex, I'm going
to be on fire, Lover."
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Grant arrived promptly at 7:00 AM for the trip to the airport.
"God you look gorgeous in that hot outfit, Mandy. Thank you for
wearing it."
"Thank you for buying it for me. I love wearing it for you."
"Did Harold say anything about the outfit. I forgot about the
fact that he would see you in it this morning. I hope it didn't
cause any problems."
"None. He really liked the outfit. If we had had the time,
I'm sure he would have fucked me this morning. He did assure me
that you would be a total gentleman on the trip."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Well, there you have it. Just relax and put yourself in my
hands, Mandy."
"I suspect that's where I'll be most of the time we're gone."
As we walked through the airport, every guy we passed was
checking out my bouncing tits. Even the women were staring.
"Every one of those men want to fuck you, Mandy," Grant
whispered in my ear. "Does that turn you on?"
"You know it does, you sexy Bastard," I said elbowing him in
the ribs... but not too hard.
"I can see your big tits heaving. Is your cunt getting wet?"
"Yesss," I hissed at him. As we went through the security
checks, the uniformed guards had problems keeping their eyes off
my tits and ass. I loved it.
Because of the mid-week time and early hour, the direct flight
to New York was only about half filled. Business class, where we
were seated, was less filled than that. Grant took the window
seat so I was to his right in the aisle seat.
"Get two blankets from the overhead, Mandy."
"I'm fine, Grant. Are you cold?"
"No, not at all, but we need to cover up so you can jack me off
while I finger fuck your hot cunt."
The plane took off on time. When it reached its cruising
altitude, Grant and I were relaxed in our seats with blankets
spread over our laps. After the stew had finished her check list
and settled into her seat at the front of the section, I reached
for Grant's crotch and wasn't the least surprised to find his
rigid, eight-inch shaft sticking out of his pants.
"Mmmmmm... seems like you're ready, Darling," I whispered.
"Um-huh." His hand moved beneath my blanket to tightly zipped
up and belted hip-huggers. "But you aren't. Undo your jeans,
Mandy."
Opening the belt, I unzipped the pants all the way down. When
I thought no one was watching, I raised my hips and pulled them
down enough to allow Grant to get at my now very wet cunt.
"MMmmm... that's much better," he said as his fingers moved
through my wet slit to my clit.
Over the next thirty minutes, I slowly jacked Grant's cock
while he pleasured my clit and pussy with his fingers. Although
we tried not to move, it was lucky that, except for a single man
across the aisle from us, all the other seats around ours were
empty. The guy near us seemed to be asleep so I turned my
attention back to the hard cock I was jacking off and to the
fingers working on my clit. In 10 minutes or so, I had my first
climax of the weekend.
It took Grant longer to cum since I wasn't stroking his shaft
as hard as I normally would have, and, of course, I couldn't suck
him. Even so, after about a half hour, I felt his cock beginning
to throb and jerk in my hand. He whispered that he was about to
cum. "Jack me harder, Mandy. Make me shoot into the blanket,
Honey."
Squeezing his dick harder, I let my hand slide up and down the
full length of his throbbing shaft. I could feel his body
tremble every time my hand was moving over the sensitive head.
Suddenly, his hips rose up off the seat. At the same time, he
pulled the blanket away exposing his throbbing eight-inch,
blood-engorged cock. On the next stroke, it erupted so hard that
I was sure the cum load would have hit the ceiling of the plane
if Grant hadn't caught most of it with the blanket. He
ejaculated five or six times before again covering his still
pulsing dick with the soiled blanket. In spite of his best
efforts, there were still some cum stains on his pants that he
had to clean off in the rest room later on.
About one hour into the nearly four-hour flight, Grant leaned
over and asked, "Have you noticed the guy across the aisle to
your right?" When I nodded, he told me that he had been watching
when I had jacked him off earlier. He also told me that he had
been watching when I had my orgasm.
"Well, I hope he enjoyed the show."
"Oh he did. He's been squeezing his cock for the last hour
staring at your tits."
That comment sent an excited shiver through my pussy. "He
wants to fuck you," Grant continued.
"I'm sure. He's a guy with a hard cock. But in this plane,
he's out of luck."
"Maybe... maybe not. The rear of the business section is
empty. I'm going to pretend to take a nap. Let's set things up
so you can go back there. Then we'll see what happens."
My pussy was now doing a lot more than just a single shiver of
excitement. I could feel my clit throbbing. When I nodded at
Grant, he turned on the call light for the stewardess.
"I'd like to stretch out and take a nap," he told her. Would
it be all right if Mrs. Ballanger used one of the empty seats at
the rear so I can use both of our seats?"
"Of course, Sir. No problem at all. Would you like another
blanket?"
When I got out of my seat, the man in the next aisle was
staring at me. Turning so that my tits were right in front of
his eyes, I gave him a smile and licked my top lip. It only
lasted a brief moment, and then I moved to the rear of the
section.
I really had no idea what would happen. Even though I had
given him a pretty clear invitation, the man he thought was my
husband was just a few rows in front of us. I knew that was more
than enough to freeze most men. Anyway, it was erotic to think
about the possibilities.
At least 10 minutes passed with no sign of the man. "Too bad,"
I thought. It would have been really hot. I was lost in my sexy
fantasy of things that might have been, when he sat down beside
me.
His deep voice whispered, "You know this is crazy. Your
husband is no more than 20 feet away, but you're just too hot and
sexy to resist." Putting his arm around my shoulders, he pulled
me closer and stared down my cleavage. "Damn. Just gorgeous!
How big are they?"
"38D," I responded pulling my shoulders back to thrust them in
his face.
"Take them out."
I was too hot... too turned on... to even think about refusing.
All I had to do was pull the top aside and down a little and
both of my tits popped out right in front of him. He fondled
them and, at the same time, raised the chair arm separating our
seats. A moment later, he had pulled me against his body. "Feel
my cock," he demanded. "See how big and hard you've gotten it."
Moving my hand to his crotch, I stroked my fingers up and down
his length. He was about the same length as Harold... seven to
seven-and-a-half inches, but not as long as Grant. However, the
girth was amazing. I couldn't get my hand around it.
"Ohhhh god," I moaned. "It feels just huge... and hard... so
damn hard!"
"You like hard?"
"I love hard... every woman wants it hard... like a rock."
"It's more like steel right now. Do you want it?"
"Oh yesss... but we can't."
"I'm going to fuck you... forget the protests."
"Oh god... right here?"
"No. In the rest room. Go there... now. Take every thing
off. I want you naked when I fuck you. You can leave the heels
on. I'll give you a few minutes and then knock twice. You
unlock the door for me."
"What if someone else wantsto use the rest room?"
"Then they'll have to wait until I finish fucking you. Now
go!"
"Can I cover my tits first?" I wouldn't have been the least
surprised if he had refused to allow it. If he had, I would have
gone with my tits out, but he nodded.
It took me less than a minute to pull off my top and work the
jeans down my legs and off. My thong was wet when I pulled it
out of my throbbing slit and down my legs. I folded all my
clothes and placed them beside the sink. I was shivering with
excitement as I waited for my stud to come fuck me.
I jumped when I heard the two soft knocks on the door.
Slipping back the bolt, he quickly entered. I moved back against
the stool to give him more room. His eyes devoured my naked body
at the same time as his hands cupped my tits and explored between
my thighs. I spread wider and gasped when his fingers moved to
my erect clitoris. He rubbed it... back and forth... trapping it
between two fingers.
"AAaaahhhhhhhh... uuummmmmm... ooohhhh yesss.. like that,
Honey. Make me cum, then fuck me."
His mouth sucked hard on one of my nipples as his fingers
masturbated me masterfully using just the right amount of
pressure. In seconds, he had me hunching frantically against his
hand. My mouth stretched wide open in a silent scream as my
tongue flicked rapidly over my top lip.
"Cum, you hot slut. Now!" he growled in my ear. My vagina
went into hard spasms. My clitoris throbbed. Juices poured out
of my erupting hole. "Shit. You are one hot piece of ass, Baby.
Time to dick this hot cunt of yours."
The guy quickly stripped. I couldn't suppress a hot moan when
his incredibly thick, seven-inch shaft surged upward when he
pulled his briefs down. "Like it?" he asked.
"Oh yes! It's so fucking thick!" I tried to wrap my hand
around it, but my fingers wouldn't touch.
Handing me a condom, he ordered, "Put this on me."
"Don't you want to fuck me bareback?"
"It's better this way. Neither of us has to worry."
Once I had his monster sex gun sheathed, I asked, "How do we do
this? There's no room."
"I'll sit on the stool. You bend over away from me and back up
onto my cock. When it's in you, you fuck your hot pussy until
you've cum at least once. Then, I'll set you on the sink
counter, shove your legs up to the ceiling, and fuck you so hard
you won't be able to stop cumming."
A minute later, I was pumping my ass back and forth with his
huge dick splitting my pussy wide open. The position was erotic
and allowed me to work the bloated head over my G-spot on every
thrust of my hips. I also had my hand between my thighs rubbing
my clit as I fucked myself on his iron-hard shaft.
"OOhhhhh shit," I whispered. "Sooo fucking hard... sooo
fucking good!" I rammed my cunt back on him even harder...
faster ... as my fingers strummed my turgid clit. My juices
spurted between his cock and my tightly stretched pussy lips. My
entire body shuddered.
"Of fuck. I love the way you cum, Baby. Pump your cunt on me,
Slut. Make it cum again!" he ordered.
I was now slamming my ass back and forth on his sex spike as
hard as I could. It only took a few minutes before I was cumming
again. He pulled my hips back and slammed his meat to the bottom
of my cunt. Holding it there, he ground his organ inside me and
rubbed my erupting clitoris as he used my hot hole.
After my second orgasm, he pulled his engorged and throbbing
shaft out of my cunt. "I think you're properly primed for a real
fucking now."
He spread out the blanket he had brought with him on the sink's
surface and lifted me like I weighed nothing. Once he had my ass
mounted on the sink, I felt his arms under my legs. I gasped
with female pleasure and anticipation when he jacked my legs
high, held them there, and spread me wide open to make my cunt a
perfect target for his sex gun.
"Please take off the condom, Lover. I want to feel your cock
inside my cunt... not that condom."
"Are you on the pill?"
"Yes," I moaned as I humped frantically trying to entice the
huge shaft to penetrate me. I hissed uncontrollably when I felt
the thick weapon stretching my pussy open and sinking into me.
"Oh god...fuck yes! Stick it in meeeeeeee... uuunnghhh.. soo
fucking big... Oh gawd damn... gawd damn... fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!!"
Ten minutes later, he grunted in my ear, "Cumming in you,
Bitch. Take it, you hot slut!" His organ jerked again and again
as one thick cum jet after another shot into my waiting pussy. I
came again as the load was filling me and running down the crease
of my ass.
The stud's cock didn't even begin to get soft. He just slowed
down momentarily. After that, the loud squishing sounds of his
shaft pumping my cum-filled sex cylinder filled the lavatory.
Even though I tried to remain quiet, it was impossible with that
thick shaft ramming me. My soft moans and his deep masculine
grunts mixed the hot squishing sounds until he had shot in his
second load and I had cum twice more.
It was a full half hour before I exited the rest room and
returned to my seat beside Grant.
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With the two hours lost because of the time zone changes, it
was 3 PM when we arrived in New York. It took another hour and a
half to get our baggage and reach the Hilton in Manhattan.
As soon as the door closed behind the bellhop, Grant was all
over me. He didn't ask me to take out my tits... he just jerked
my top aside letting them surge out into the air. My hips
automatically began humping against my lover as I stood in the
middle of the Hilton hotel room in Manhattan. His hands were
cupping both tits as his lips switched from one engorged nipple
to the next.
When he yanked off my top, I couldn't suppress my excited moan.
I moaned even louder when he knelt and pulled my hip-huggers
over my ass and down my legs. After removing my heels, he pulled
off the jeans and tossed them aside. I was now naked except for
my thong. I waited for Grant to pull it down. Instead, he
hooked his hands in the sides and ripped if off of me. Now,
totally naked, I shuddered in anticipation waiting for my wildly
excited lover to take me.
He was too hot to spend the time taking me to the bed. He just
pushed me onto my back on the couch as he ripped off his own
clothes. As I watched Grant stripping, I hiked both legs high in
the air and spread wide open. One foot was against the back of
the couch, the second was dancing in the air far to the side as I
thrust my ass upward to present my hot cunt to my lover.
When Grant's huge eight-inch shaft sprang out of his briefs, I
moaned, "Hurry, Honey. Stick that monster dick into meeeeee!!"
To my delight, he ignored me and moved his head between my
gaping thighs to my pussy. "God... that guy fucked you!" he
gasped.
"Oh yeah... twice. I'm full of his loads, Honey. Just fuck
me."
"Like hell. I'm not passing up this luscious creampie."
When his tongue moved into my slit and traced its entire length
from my asshole up across the stretched opening and from there up
to my cum-coated clitoris, I howled with pleasure. His lips
closed over my clit and sucked hard bringing repeated,
high-pitched screeches of female passion from my lungs. My hips
were now hammering up and down on the couch as Grant sucked
harder and drove two fingers into my cunt. I could hear the sexy
squishing sounds as he finger fucked me.
Then, his fingers located my G-spot at the same time as his
tongue began licking up and down the shaft of my engorged
clitoris. I came instantly! The hard contractions of my vagina
forced wads of thick, white semen from my hole. Grant licked up
ever drop. Before he had me cleaned, I had had three intense
orgasms on his tongue and fingers.
He still didn't want to take the time to carry me to the bed.
Sitting on the couch, he gave me a one-word command in a voice
filled with hot masculine authority, "MOUNT!" I couldn't get on
his big cock fast enough. Within moments, the hotel room was
again filled with the sounds of a female being soundly and
thoroughly fucked by a huge male shaft. Grant had my ass
bouncing wildly on his cock. He grunted like a bull each time
his dick rammed to the bottom of my cunt. My grunts, as it
pounded my womb, seemed to excite him still further. By the time
my vagina exploded in another orgasm, he was ramming me like a
wild stallion.
"I'm cumming in you, Mandy," Grant gasped as his dick jerked
hard inside my hole. His buttocks clenched forcing his thick
load into my cunt.
Without breaking the connection of our organs, he picked me up
and carried me to the bed. It faced a large mirror on the
dresser. "Turn around, Mandy," he ordered. "Face the mirror and
watch my cock disappearing inside your cunt as you fuck on it."
After rotating my pussy on his cock and leaning back, the
mirror reflected a perfect image of Grant's thick shaft sinking
in and out of my widely stretched vagina. It was totally mind
blowing to watch him fucking me.
"Fuck your hot ass on my cock, Mandy. Aaahhh shit... your
pussy feels so damn good sliding up and down my dick."
"Does your wife ever fuck you like this, Honey?" I asked as my
hips became a blur of motion. The thick cock appeared and then
disappeared inside me every time I fucked myself on his sex
spike.
"Hell no. She's Mrs. Conservative. Prime and proper. Christ!
I just wish she was half as good as you. OOOHHhhhhh...god! I'm
gonna cum in you again. Fuck faster, Mandy. AAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh...
I'm cumming.... shooting in your cunt!!"
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The front door opened to the turn of my new key, and I slipped
inside. As I expected, Susan was waiting for me in the den. She
was wearing a sexy white dress that exposed a wide expanse of her
large tits. Although the dress was long, she had it hiked far up
her thighs with her bare legs on display.
"Oh god, Susan. You look hot... really HOT!"
She grinned with obvious pleasure. "Just because most of my
tits and legs are exposed, you think I look hot, Honey? Judging
form that big bulge in your pants, I guess you do. Are you hard,
Harold? I mean really HARD?"
"Like stone, Susan. Like stone. But I'm sure that I'm not
going to be the only guy who's gets hard tonight looking at you.
Are you ready?"
"I'm so ready, I'm about to cum. When you look at me like
that, it just makes my pussy quiver."
"And what's going to happen when a half dozen other men get
hard looking at you tonight?"
"Ohhh fuck," she moaned squeezing her breasts. "I'll probably
cum. Would you like that, or would it make you angry?"
"I would love it... obviously."
"You're a randy satyr."
"I know, but you like me that way."
"I do... I shouldn't, but I do. Ever since you seduced me
three months ago, I just can't seem to get enough."
"Seduced you? I don't think I did a very good job of seducing
you and getting you hot. As I recall, you never stopped saying
'No' and 'Stop'."
"I know, but you were smart enough to know that I didn't really
want you to stop. How did you know?"
"It was pretty obvious, Susan. For example, when I got my hand
on your panties and began rubbing your clit, you screamed
'NO..No...No... Don't do that... Stop this instant! and a bunch
of other stuff like that, but at the same time, you spread your
legs a little wider and arched your ass."
"MMMmmmm... I'm glad you noticed, Darling. Come on. Take me
out and feed my stomach and then after that, feed my hot pussy,
Lover."
When we left her house, Susan pressed her tits into my arm and
snuggled against me. I held the door open for her and as she
climbed into the passenger seat, she made certain that her dress
slid far up her thighs. She made no effort to pull it down.
"Where are you taking me tonight, Harold? she asked as she
again pressed her tits into my right arm.
"First a light dinner at Gardino's and then I think we'll go to
Jack's Place. Have you ever been there?"
"No, but I think I'll be going tonight. Tell me about it."
"It's an after-hours, pick-up spot for horny men and women
looking to get laid. So, you can expect men to hit on you, and
you need to be aware of the house rules at Jack's."
"What are they?"
"Two rules... First, No means No. Any guy who doesn't honor
that rule is very quickly escorted outside by two very large
bouncers."
"And the second rule?"
"Women aren't allowed to fix or replace their clothing. If you
let a guy open two buttons of your blouse on the dance floor, the
two buttons stay open as long as you're inside Jack's. If you
rebutton them, the bouncers will tell you to either leave or open
them again. If you allow your panties to be removed... they stay
off. Does that idea excite you, Susan, or would you rather go to
a different place?"
"Oh god, I want you to take me Jack's. Let's forget dinner and
go right now."
"I'm hungry," I protested.
"You can eat my pussy later, Darling. Come on. Don't be a
stick-in-the-mud. Take your hot date to Jack's."
As usual, the decor at Jack's Place was sensuous velvet and
red. We hadn't been at our table more than five minutes before
two men, one right after the other, came over and asked Susan if
she would like to dance. I smiled encouragement, but she turned
them both down. Obeying the first rule, they both thanked her
and said if she changed her mind, just send a signal of some
kind.
"Signal? What signal?" she asked.
"Any kind. Wink at them or smile warmly. Or better let, flash
your panties at them. Any of those and others will do," I
replied.
After our drinks arrived, I took Susan out on the dance floor
and dirty danced with her. By the time she second song ended, I
was grinding my hard cock against her as my hands cupped her ass
and kept her mound pressed firmly against my shaft. When the
third song started, she was panting, her breasts heaving with
excitement.
"I want to kiss your nipples, Susan. Right here on the dance
floor. Can I?"
"You know you can, Lover. You can kiss and play with my tits
any time you like."
Stepping back a little, I pulled the bodice of Susan's dress
open and lifted her tits free. Several men were watching and
getting an eyeful of her big jugs. They moved closer when I
began kissing and tugging on her nipples. Halfway through the
song, I had my face buried between her tits as she held me
tightly against her boobs.
When the song ended, I moved away so that my body no longer
concealed her tits. Instinctively, she started to replace her
tits inside her dress until I pulled her hands away. "You're
forgetting Rule #2, Susan," I reminded her with a grin.
"You sexy Bastard. That's why you got my tits out."
"So? You know you love it. Now come on. Let's go to the bar
and get something to drink."
"The bar? Oh god! And I can't cover my tits, can I?"
"Not unless you want to leave. Do you?"
She closed her eyes as her tongue licked her top lip. Finally,
she hissed, "No... I don't want to leave. Take me to bar area,
you sexy stud."
Once we were at the bar, men crowded around to get a good look
at Susan's big tits. The bartender even told her she had the
hottest rack he had seen in the place in weeks. "Lift your arms,
Honey. Pull your shoulders back and really show them off," he
ordered.
I could feel Susan's body shivering as she lifted her arms and
thrust her tits forward. Her face reflected not only sexual
excitement but also intense female pride and satisfaction. As
the group of men pushing forward trying to get a look at "hottest
rack in weeks" grew in size, so did Susan's feminine ego.
The guy to her left cupped one of her large mounds. When she
didn't object, he covered her nipple with his mouth and sucked
it. Another man reached around her body from behind and hefted
her other naked tit. With his fingers pulling and twisting her
hard nipples, Susan had no chance to suppress her hot moan of
pleasure.
At this point, a young guy in his early twenties slipped his
hand beneath her dress and moved it up to mid-thigh. He paused
giving her a chance to object. Susan was beyond objections at
this point. Her eyes were closed, her shoulders back, and she
was gasping with each new sensation that rippled through her
body. The only responses she gave when tshe felt the hand on her
bare thigh was to open her eyes, stare at the young man, and then
move her feet further apart. He wasted no time in moving his
hand up to her wet panties and onto her ass.
"Boost her up onto the bar," a sexy redhead who was watching
the action suggested. The wisdom of her suggestion was obvious.
The two guys working on Susan's tits each took one leg and
together they got her up over the bar. Just before her ass
dropped to the bar's surface, the young guy who had his hands up
Susan's dress hiked it up around her hips. Once they had her
seated on the bar, the two men returned to her tits and the third
guy began rubbing her cunt through her white panties.
Susan's ass was now humping steadily creating a steady drumbeat
of panty-covered ass flesh on wood. I leaned over and kissed
her.
"Ohh god, Harold," she moaned. "I'm so hot. My pussy feels
like it's on fire, and my nipples are so swollen and hard they
hurt."
"You can stop it by just saying you don't want to go any
further. Just tell them to stop, and the management of Jack's
will see that they do. If you don't, you're going to be fucked."
"Can I do it? Do you mind? If you let me, I promise I'll be
the hottest slut you've ever had in bed when you get me home and
for the rest of the weekend. Please?"
"MMMmmm... no way I'm passing that up, Susan."
"Stay with me... watch me and see that I don't get hurt."
"Don't worry. Just enjoy it."
"OOoohhhhh god... he's finger fucking meeeeee," she hissed in
my ear.
Moving back, I looked between Susan's legs and saw that the guy
now had her panties pulled aside so that her shaved cunt was
fully exposed.
"Get the hot slut's panties off," the redhead yelled.
"Yeah, take off her fucking panties," a male voice from the
crowd echoed. The young guy who had been finger fucking her
quickly stripped off Susan's panties. She opened her legs to put
her gaping, wet slit on display.
Male hands pushed her shoulders onto the bar's surface, the
redhead and another man pulled her legs apart, and the young stud
mashed his face against her cunt and began giving her head.
Susan shrieked with the intense pleasure. He kept his tongue
working and in just a couple of minutes, her ass was hammering
against the bar. She squeezed her tits convulsively, thrust her
legs even further apart, and erupted in an intense orgasm.
Juices spurted all over the guy's face.
Even before Susan's orgasm had ebbed somewhat, a guy mounted
the bar and jammed his bare cock against her face. Turning her
head to the side, she wrapped her hand around the big shaft, ran
her tongue up the entire length and over the throbbing head
bringing hot groans from the guy. The redhead yelled, "Suck him,
Bitch. Take that big cock in your mouth and suck him!" She
followed instructions perfectly.
Susan had about half of the cock in her mouth when she grunted
from the force of a second cock being rammed into her cunt. From
behind, I could see that she was so wet and open that the guy had
no problems burying his entire length in her cunt. Both cocks
began to fuck her, fore and aft, as the redhead screamed and
Susan grunted.
When the cum load was being shot into Susan's mouth, the
redhead's yells suddenly turned to grunts. Turning, I saw that
two men had her bent over. One was holding her head down while
the second guy slammed his cock in and out of her cunt. She was
struggling, but not too much. In less than a minute, her
struggles stopped, and her ass began thrusting back against her
fucker even harder than he was ramming her.
I watched the redhead being screwed for several minutes before
turning back to Susan. She was no longer on the bar. "Where did
they take her?" I asked the bartender.
"Back room. Down that hallway to your right. All the way the
end. There's be a line. You'll have to wait your turn."
There was a line of about 7 men waiting their turn at the hot
blonde. When I slipped into the room, I saw that Susan was now
riding a big cock reverse cowgirl. Every time her hips rose, at
least seven inches of thick, wet cock slipped out of her clasping
vagina. She would rotate her ass, squeezing the cock head with
her pussy, and then slam her pussy back down the shaft until only
the guys balls were visible.
As soon as the guy Susan was riding shot off, two other men
pulled Susan off his still throbbing, wet dick and put her on her
back. They pulled her legs apart to allow a third man to thrust
his hips into her sex saddle and nail his dick into her stretched
pussy.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH... Yessss... Fuck me, Baby. FUCK ME HARD!"
she hissed as her hips thrust upward to take his cock.
Susan stayed on her back for the next half hour while three men
mounted her in quick succession... each one fucking her so hard
her tits were bouncing wildly as her ass repeatedly thrust upward
to take their cocks. After the third man had cum, and a fourth
was moving between her thighs, she gasped, "Doggy... do me doggy,
Honey. I love getting it that way."
The guy was pleased to accommodate her. He even helped her off
the table kissing her in the process. The kiss was short,
however, as both of them wanted to fuck. Susan bent at the waist
and lay across the table with her ass arched. Holding her hips,
they both groaned as his cock entered her cunt. Once he was in
her, his hips went into overdrive. Susan howled every time the
guy's cock pounded against her cervix.
I wasn't surprised when the guy didn't last very long. He was
screwing Susan so hard and so fast, and she had him so hot, it
was impossible for him to last more than a few minutes before
shooting in his load. He was so fast that Susan had not managed
to climax with him, but since another guy mounted her the instant
the other man pulled his dick out, she had no problems getting
off twice before that man ejaculated.
It took about an hour and a half for her to drain all the men
in line. More guys tried to join, but I had told the manager
that I wanted the line closed as it was her first gang bang, and
I didn't want her hurt. One of the bouncers was posted at the
end of the hallway, and there was no further problem.
When the last guy had shot his load, I helped Susan to her feet
and then pulled her white dress over her head. Of course, her
panties were long gone, but I had managed to find her heels.
When we were in the car on the way home, she took off her dress
and snuggled close to me totally naked. "How do you feel about
fucking a slutty whore," she whispered in my ear.
"Feel my cock."
"Oohhhhh god! It feels like a steel bar. Hurry, Harold. I
want this!"
During the drive, Susan sucked my cock like a starving woman.
Her fingers were frantically rubbing her clit as she sucked.
Looking up from my lap, she gasped for breath and said, "None of
those guys fucked my ass. I'm still an ass virgin."
"That's because you've always refused to let me fix that
problem, Susan," I replied with a smile.
"Fix it tonight. Please. I don't think a hot slut should be
an ass virgin, Darling."
"Well, it's going to be a tight, tough job, but I guess someone
has to do it."
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I woke up Friday morning around 8:30 AM with Grant between my
legs pounding his hard, eight inches of meat in and out of my
cunt.
"Good morning, sleepy head."
"MMmmmm... ooohhh god," I moaned as my legs rose and locked
around his driving buttocks.
Grant's big cock was hammering my ass deep into the mattress on
every stroke, and on every stroke, it was scraping over my G-spot
putting huge pressure on my pulsing clit.
"Unngghh... harder, Lover... oohhhh fuck me harder, Baby. I'm
about to cum... ram it innnnnnnnn!"
Grant's hot masculine grunts filled the room as he held my ass
and power fucked me into a screaming orgasm. "OOOohhhh I�m
cummingg... You're making me cum, you hot Stud. Ram
meeeeeeeeeee!"
"Ready for your first cum load of the day, Mandy?"
"oohhh... shit yessss.... shoot it.... fill meeeee...
aaaahhhh... cumming again... CUM IN MEEEEEEEEE, GRANT... SHOOT IT
IN!" I screamed at the same moment as his load gushed into the
bottom of my hole in one thick stream after another.
Later, we showered together. I soaped his hard body and washed
him paying particular attention to his soft penis, which was hard
before I finished. Then it was his turn. He washed me paying as
much attention to my tits, ass, and pussy as I had paid to his
cock. When he finished, he had me leaning against the wall of
the shower humping my ass against his probing hand.
"Don't stop... Please... I'm about to cum... Please, Grant.
Finish me, you hot Bastard!"
"Later, Mandy. I want you on edge... about to cum... all day
long. I'm going to get dressed. Don't forget to take a couple
of enemas to clean your bowels and then squirt in some KY jelly.
You'll be needing the lubrication today."
"If you're going to leave me hanging on edge like this, I may
not let you near my ass or my pussy for the rest of the day. You
sure you want to leave me like this?"
For an answer, Grant bent me over at the waist and growled,
"Grab your ankles and don't let go, you hot slut. Big dick's
going in!"
Bent almost double, I thrust my ass toward him. He entered me
with one hard thrust that buried his entire length inside my
cunt. A moment later, I was squealing with pleasure as his thick
cock fucked my throbbing pussy. I exploded in an intense orgasm
in about a minute.
During breakfast, I asked, "When do we meet this important
client, Honey?"
"His name's Brad Saxton. There's a business meeting this
afternoon in Conference Room 8A here at the hotel. Unless
something goes very wrong, he'll be signing a multi-year contract
with us to supply all of the electronic and computer equipment
for his branch offices as well as for his central headquarters
here in New York. It's something between a $10 to $15 million
deal. After that, we'll be going to dinner and then out to a
private club that caters to the very rich. Saxton's a charter
member."
"Sounds very important. Can I help in any way, or do you want
me to just wait in the hotel room, go shopping, or what?"
"Hell yes, you can help. I want you at the business meeting,
at dinner, and then at the club later in the evening. Saxton's
huge sexual appetite is not a very well kept secret. He loves
beautiful mature women... particularly beautiful, mature, married
women."
"MMmmmm.. rich, powerful, sensuous, virile, and with a huge
male libido. What does he look like?"
"He's in his mid-forties. Dark complexion. Women usually
think his animal magnetism is irresistible."
"So should I spend the night with him, tease him, be a total
slut, or what?"
"I'll leave that up to you. You don't have to do anything that
makes you uncomfortable or that you really don't want to do. The
current deal doesn't depend on what you do or don't do. Future
business with Saxton might, but not the current deal. Ok?"
"Yeah. Tell me, what's this private club like?"
"It's essentially a sex club. Saxton may hit on you... he may
ask if you would like to have sex with several men... essentially
a gang bang. Or we may just have an erotic evening watching
others getting it on. That's about all I can tell you. Would
you rather not go?"
"You want to know if I want to go to a sex club with my hot
lover and a rich, virile, handsome, stud? Well, I'll endure it
for the good of the company, Grant, but you owe me... big time."
"Ok. That's fair enough. What do you want?"
"A lot of access to your big hard cock after we return home
without my husband finding out that you're fucking me."
Grant's big grin covered his face. "I'll do my very best to
provide that, Mandy."
The business meeting convened promptly at 3:00 PM. I took a
seat on a large, plush brown couch along the wall of the
conference room while the two men sat at the end of the table so
they could easily examine papers the other one had. Before
Saxton even took his seat, he was checking out my legs. Since my
short, black dress exposed my legs to mid-thigh he was enjoying
the view. As he watched, I crossed my legs causing the dress to
slide even higher on my thighs and giving him an even more erotic
view.
The business meeting started out being just as boring as I had
thought it might be. The two men had already agreed on the terms
of the contract, but neither one could resist some last minute
efforts to skew the terms of the contract slightly more in their
favor.
After 30 minutes or so, it became painfully obvious that both
men knew that the other would not budge, but they continued to
negotiate, more to save face than in any real hope of changing
the terms of the agreement.
Finally, I decided I needed to do something to break the
stalemate. It was really rather simple. All I had to do was
move my ass closer to the edge of the couch so that my dress
moved higher on my thighs. In the process of readjusting my
position, I pulled the bodice of the dress wider to expose a
substantial amount of cleavage. Waiting a few minutes, I looked
up at Saxton and ran my tongue over my lips and smiled. Very
quickly, he lost interest in further contract discussions.
"Grant, I'm perfectly satisfied with the contracts as they
stand." He pulled the thick document in front of him and affixed
his signature to a half dozen pages. "Why don't you take one
final look at every thing while I spend some time with your very
attractive Executive Assistant."
"Good idea, Brad. If you don't mind, I'm going to read every
thing one more time. I'm sure Mandy can keep you entertained
while I give the documents one final reading."
"I don't mind at all. Take your time. Read every thing
carefully, Grant." He got up and moved over to the couch with
me. The man was every bit as handsome and as sexually attractive
as Grant had suggested. He just seemed to exude sexual
pheromones that excited women. At least, he had my vagina
seeping and my clitoris erect.
"You are an exceptionally beautiful woman, Mandy," he said as
he sat close to me staring unabashed at my cleavage and thighs.
May I ask the size of your beautiful breasts?"
"38D," I replied looking directly into his eyes.
"Such huge, to-die-for-breasts on such a small woman is very
unusual. I'm sure you are aware that your breasts and those
gorgeous legs have had me erect for the last hour."
"I'm married, you know," I said as I again licked my lips.
"I see your rings. That's another reason why you have me so
excited. There's nothing more erotic than making love to another
man's wife."
"Do you intend to make love to me?"
"Oh yes. I promise that it will be as enjoyable for you as it
will be for me. A woman as beautiful and as exotic as you can't
be surprised that I intend to make love to her."
"The only thing that surprises me, Mr. Saxton, is that you want
to make love to me. I assumed it would be much erotic and
exciting for both of us if you fucked me."
Saxton laughed. "Touch�. You make an excellent point."
"Well, if you intend to make love to me or fuck me or both, I
think I should find out what's going to sinking into me tonight
and tomorrow." I moved closer and reached for Saxton's crotch.
We both moaned when my hand closed about his substantial
erection.
"Oh god. You are hard! Really hard! And big! I want to see
it. Now!" Quickly, I unzipped his pants, pulled them open, and
extracted his big, hard dick. It stood straight up... rigid...
throbbing. I judged it to be about the same size as Harold's so
it was a little smaller than Grant's, which was something I had
no intention of telling him.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped. "That's a gorgeous cock!"
I jacked him a little causing him to moan and arch his butt off
the couch. "Mr. Welding, why didn't you tell me that Mr. Saxton
has such a big, gorgeous, thick cock?" Saxton beamed with male
pride and pleasure.
"I didn't know, Mandy. How could I? Very few men have organs
that size."
"Well, he does! Can I suck it, Mr. Saxton? Please. Just a
little."
"Only if you let me remove your dress and take out your big
tits so I can enjoy the view while you suck me."
"OH YES!" I squealed. "Take off my dress and get my tits out,
Mr. Saxton. Please. tHurry."
"You can call me Brad, Mandy," he said as he unzipped my dress
and pulled it from my body. He didn't bother to unhook my bra,
but just pulled it below my tits letting them surge out into the
open. His hands and lips immediately captured both of my
jiggling globes.
"Thank you, Brad, but it really turns me on to be fucked by
such a powerful, rich man. I get much hotter thinking that it's
Mr. Saxton fucking me." The man's cock jerked like crazy in my
hand when I said that to him.
"Do you like my big tits, Mr. Saxton?"
"Oh hell yes! You're nipples are so fucking hard!"
"That's because you're sucking them so good, Mr. Saxton. Look
how he sucks my tits, Mr. Welding.... AAAaahhhhhh... that makes
my pussy throb when you suck me like that." I could see that
Grant had pushed the contracts aside and from the motion of his
arm, he was obviously jacking off under the table as he watched
the erotic tableau.
Saxton suddenly released my tits and said, "Suck me now,
Mandy."
I knew he expected me to lean over his legs and take his cock
in my mouth the way almost every woman in the world sucks cock.
I wanted to suck him in a way he had never experienced. Standing
up in front of him, I bent over at the waist so that my naked
tits were dangling just a few inches above his thighs in easy
reach of his hands. Seeing the way I intended to suck him,
Saxton began to groan even before my lips touched his organ.
"OOohhh god... shit. My god, Grant. Does she suck you like
this? Fucking unbelievable!"
Lowering my head, I sucked in the first four inches of cock.
Saxton groaned and rammed his hips upward. I let two more inches
of meat slip into my throat. At this point, my nipples were
pressed against his thigh. When I began moving my head in fuck
motions, my nipples scraped his thigh and then moved away...
again and again.
Finally, I took all seven inches of dick so that my lips were
now locked around the base of his cock. He held my head in place
and mouth fucked me like a wild man. I kept my mouth wide open
and let him fuck me. Soon, saliva coated his shaft, his balls,
and his thighs.
"God, Mandy. You're the best cocksucker I've ever been with
and I've had $3,000-a- night call girls who aren't close to as
good as you. But this first time, I want to fuck you." He
pulled my head off his cock that now glistened with my saliva.
It was jerking wildly in the air.
"All right, Mr. Saxton. I understand that you want to check
out my cunt. But I hope you'll let me suck you all the way
sometime tonight or tomorrow."
"You can count on it, Mandy." Getting me on the couch, he
pushed me onto my back. Thinking he was going to mount me, I
raised my legs into female fucking position and pulled my knees
back against my tits making a perfect target of my cunt hole.
But Saxton surprised me. Instead of mounting me, he reached
beneath my ass and pulled off my panties and then pressed his
face against my quivering cunt.
"OOHHHHH GOD YES! SUCK MEEEEEEEEE! UN-HUH! ! UN-HUH! !
UN-HUH! ! UN-HUH! !... AAHHH GOD... AAHHHH GOD... ON MY CLIT...
OH MY GOD. LOOK HOW MR. SAXTON'S SUCKING ME, GRANT. HE'S GONNA
MAKE ME CUM!"
The man gave great head. He knew exactly how much pressure to
put on a woman's clit... where to stroke it... how to finger my
pussy so that he continuously pressed and rubbed my G-spot. When
the spastic contractions began rippling through my vagina and
clitoris, he knew when to suck my clitoris into his mouth and
just how hard to suck it.
I literally exploded on his tongue!! My juices spurted out in
hard spastic contractions that drenched his face and the couch.
I began to scream so loud, Saxton had to cover my mouth with his
hand.
He got me off three times before he finally removed his mouth
from my still erupting vagina. Lying back on the couch, he
ordered me to ride him reverse cowgirl so Grant could see his
cock slugging in and out of my hole. He held my ass over his
shaft while I adjusted the head at my opening and slotted him
into my vagina. His hips snapped upward burying six inches of
cock into my cunt. I groaned with hot female pleasure as he
stretched me open. The second thrust sent all seven inches into
me.
Grant's arm moved faster and faster as he watched Saxton fuck
me. I knew he was close. "Ooohhhh Mr. Saxton's fucking me,
Grant... UNNGGHHH... big cock .... ahhhhh... look at his huge
cock fucking me, Grant... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'M
CUMMING!!!" So was Grant. I couldn't see him ejaculate under
the table, but I was certain that his load must have been huge.
"Turn around, Mandy. Face me and fuck your hot cunt on my cock
while I suck your big tits." Saxton captured both tits in his
hands as soon as I had rotated on his cock. His lips sucked my
nipple so hard, it sent shivers of pain through my tit but at the
same time, shivers of hot pleasure through my cunt. He rammed
his entire length into me, and again I urged Grant to watch
Saxton fucking me.
I was still throbbing in my climax when Saxton grunted, "I need
to cum, Mandy."
"Oh yes. Shoot it in me, Mr. Saxton. You don't need any
protection. Just pump me full of your hot load. CUM INSIDE MY
CUNT, PLEASE!"
"I want to be on you missionary, Mandy. I can ram you much
harder in that position. Get on your back and raise your legs.
Spread wide open."
Scrambling onto my back, I hiked one leg up onto the back of
the couch and splayed the other one far to my left off the couch.
My cunt hole gaped wide open... a perfect cock target. Saxton
mounted me. He lifted my leg off the top of the couch and put it
on his shoulder. Then, moving deep into my sex saddle, he
aligned his thick plunger with the wide open hole between my
thighs and slammed his entire length inside me on the first
thrust. After he had his cock fully seated inside my cunt, he
fucked me like a wild stallion hammering one hard stroke after
another against my cervix. I was cumming for the second time
when he ejaculated a series of thick streams of semen inside my
convulsing pussy.
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At dinner that evening, I wore a very attractive red evening
gown. It was long enough to almost completely cover my legs, but
there was a side slit that exposed my leg to mid-thigh when it
opened. In addition, the bodice exposed a generous, but
tasteful, amount of cleavage. Both Grant and I thought it was
exactly right... conservative enough to be tasteful, but still
exposing enough to hold Saxton's interest. I was also carrying a
small bag that contained the much more erotic outfit that I was
going to wear to the private club
When I came out of the bathroom wearing the gown, Grant
actually licked his lips. "I want you to know, Mandy, that I
would much prefer to stay here in our hotel room and spend the
night in bed with you than go to dinner and to the club with you
and Saxton."
"Thank you, Grant. That's a very nice thing to say. But...
business is business, as you guys always say."
"Sometimes I wonder why men make such stupid remarks. If
fucking a beautiful, sensuous woman doesn't come before business,
we need to see a psychiatrist."
Dinner was excellent. The best part from my point of view was
that Saxton never took his eyes off of me the entire evening.
When Grant excused himself to go to the men's room, Saxton leaned
over and whispered, "Your gown is gorgeous as are you, Mandy.
But I can't wait to get you out of it and fuck you again. Did
Grant tell you that the club we're going to after dinner is a
private club of which I'm a charter member?"
"He did. He said it was essentially a sex club."
"That's correct, but nothing will happen if you object. Are
you comfortable with that?"
"Of course. I would want to go even if that weren't true."
"Really? Even if every man at the club was going to fuck you
whether you wanted them or not?"
"It doesn't hurt a woman to be fucked, Mr. Saxton," I whispered
and then bit his earlobe.
It was almost 10 PM when we arrived at the long, gated driveway
that led to Marcel's. It was manned by two men. As soon as
Saxton lowered the window and they saw who it was, the large iron
gates swung noiselessly open, and the limo started up the
half-mile long drive to the sex club. There was valet parking
service, of course. When we entered with Saxton on my right and
Grant on my left, I carried my small bag.
"Let's go to the main lounge first," Saxton suggested.
As soon as we were in the main lounge, I saw that I had made a
very good decision to bring a different outfit for the club.
Every woman I saw was exotically dressed. I looked totally out
of place in my elegant, long, red evening gown.
"Mr. Saxton, where's the ladies room? I would like to change
clothes into something more appropriate, if you don't mind."
It didn't take me more than a minute to take off my gown, bra,
panties, and three-inch heels. It took even less time to put on
my white halter top, the abbreviated white, wrap-around skirt,
and my four-inch platform heels. The top and skirt covered
almost nothing, and I was naked underneath.
When Saxton and Grant saw me, they both got hard. From the way
my big tits were bouncing, it was obvious that I was not wearing
a bra. Saxton said as much. "Obviously, Mandy, you're not
wearing a bra. How about panties?"
` "Why don't you check and find out, if you're interested, Mr.
Saxton. After all, it's a sex club and looking around the room,
it seems to me that all the other women are being checked out."
To encourage him, I sat down on the back of a love seat and
hiked my foot up onto the arm. The material of my skirt fell
away exposing both of my legs completely. Only the front panel
of my skirt dangling between my spread legs still covered my
pussy, forcing the men to guess whether there were panties
underneath or not.
"What do you say, Grant?" Saxton asked. "Shall we
investigate?"
"Absolutely!" my boss replied. "Shall we split up the work?
I'll make sure there's no bra under that top, and you check for
panties."
"I would say that spirit of cooperation bodes well for our
future business together, Grant," Saxton replied with a laugh.
"Let's see if Mandy has a bra concealed under that tiny top."
Grant moved closer and whispered low enough that no one else
could hear. "Are you sure you're all right with this, Mandy? If
not, I'll tell Saxton that you prefer that the three of us head
back to the hotel for an erotic night together."
"And miss what might be my one and only chance to visit a sex
club. No way! Check out my tits, Lover."
All Grant had to do was push the flimsy white material covering
my tits to one side and both of my large globes came tumbling
out.
"My God! What a rack!" a man standing nearby shouted out.
"Good grief. Those are huge, gorgeous tits! Brad, where in hell
did you find this delicious woman?"
My self-confidence and female ego soared to the stratosphere
when I heard that comment!
"This is Mandy... Mrs. Mandy Ballanger. She's Grant Welding's
Executive Assistant. Grant and I just concluded a multi-million
dollar deal this afternoon, and Mandy is helping us celebrate.
Mandy, Grant, meet my good friend and business partner, Mr. Ralph
Parker."
Grant shook Ralph's hand, but Parker had eyes only for me.
After checking out both of my tits... one after the other... his
gaze fell to the panel dangling between my thighs. "What's under
that panel?" he asked to no one in particular.
"That's what Brad was about to investigate, Ralph," Grant
explained. I just finished checking for the presence of a bra.
Brad's job is find out if Mandy's wearing panties."
"Shit! In that flimsy outfit, you know she's gotta be wearing
panties or at least a thong," Parker suggested.
By this time several men had gathered around. One of them
said, "Seems to me that a betting pool is in order. Shall we
make the choices (A) Panties, (B) Thong, and (C) Naked Cunt?
We'll get the steward to take the bets and then pay off the
winners with a credit line in proportion to the amount bet and
the amount of money in the pool. Agreed?"
The announcement of the betting pool attracted over half the
people in the room. The word was passed that I was Grant's
Executive Assistant and the men began to make their bets. It
seemed that Choice (B), a thong, was the favorite. Grant, of
course, was barred from the betting as he had "inside
information" or, as they put it, "Insider Trading" was illegal.
That brought gales of laughter from the men.
Just before one of the last men placed his bet on Choice (A),
Panties, his wife stopped him. "Just a moment, Glenn. That's
the wrong choice. Look at the size of the boobs on that hot
bitch. And take a look at her legs. They're bare. And check
out the come-fuck-me heels she's wearing. Those are five-inch
heels! Finally, just look at how flimsy that white thing she's
wearing is. That sexy slut's cunt is naked under that white
drape. Pick Choice (C), Glenn." Naturally, he followed his
wife's advice.
"All bets down?" Saxton asked. When the Steward nodded, he
moved up and peeked under the white panel shielding my crotch.
With a big grin, he flipped back the panel and announced, "CHOICE
C IS THE WINNER! IT'S A NAKED CUNT!"
Once my tits were out and my naked cunt exposed, I lost both
the top and bottom of my outfit within the next 10 minutes. That
didn't surprise me. The shock was that it was the women who
stripped me. I first lost my top when two women hefted both of
my tits, pinched, and tugged at my nipples until I was squirming
and writhing on the love seat. When they left, they took my top
with them.
Now topless, three different women came over and started on my
skirt. One of them pushed my legs apart and held them open while
another rubbed my clit and the third finger fucked me. When I
began moaning and humping against the hands working on my cunt,
the first woman knew there was no need to hold my legs open. I
was spreading them as wide as possible of my own accord. So, she
unbuttoned the waistband of my skirt and pulled it off of my body
just before the other two women brought me to an orgasm.
The men now took over. Saxton told me spread wide and pull my
pussy open so that the men could decide if they wished to fuck
me. A few months previously, that comment would have enraged me.
Now, it made my vagina throb and my clit surge to full erection.
When I took the position Saxton had ordered, I heard several men
comment that I looked like I would be a delicious fuck. My body
shuddered when I heard them discussing whether or not they would
fuck me. Even as I listened, I knew that I was secretly hoping
that they would all fuck me.
I heard Grant asking Saxton if he was going to fuck me. "No.
Not here. We'll have all night to screw your gorgeous Executive
Assistant back at the hotel. I thought I would allow some of my
friends to enjoy her. When I spoke with her earlier, she seemed
very cool with that idea."
Eventually, over a dozen men, as well as some of the women,
decided they would enjoy fucking me. I soon found myself bent
over a guy I had never seen before sucking his rock-hard dick.
With my ass up in the air, it wasn't more than a couple of
minutes before I felt a hard cock stretching my pussy open and
sinking inside me. The guy I was sucking had good staying power
and before I could get him off in my mouth, two men had fucked
me.
Before I could get off my knees, another man nailed his cock
into my stretched and open cunt. At almost the same time, a
brunette slid her head between my thighs and licked my clitoris
while the man fucked me. It was a first for me, and it was so
hot I was shocked at how fast the two of them got me off. The
man fucked me hard and deep right through my orgasm while the
woman sucked my clit beautifully, lashing it with her tongue and
making it throb in hard, spastic contractions. I came again.
Before the stud screwing me shot his load, I came for a third
time.
It was fortunate that Grant had warned me to clean my ass and
lubricate it well that morning because the next man kept me in
dogy position, but fucked my ass instead of my cunt. At first it
hurt, but he went very slowly until his entire length was in me.
Then, he just kept it buried while he rubbed my clitoris and
pinched my nipples. Within five minutes, I was begging him to
start fucking me.
He started slowly... pulling almost all the way out before
slowly pushing back inside me. Again and again, until I began to
beg him to fuck me harder... faster. After that, he fucked me
like a runaway machine ... hammering stroke after stroke into my
ass as his balls slapped against my clit on every thrust. I came
for the second time shortly before he unloaded.
Once I been ass fucked, it seemed to start a trend. As soon as
the first man had pulled his cock out of my ass, another man
mounted me. He shoved my head down onto the couch and boosted my
hips higher to move my asshole into fucking position. With my
colon now lubricated with the KY jelly I had used that morning
plus the big cum load of the previous man, the cock sank into my
rectum easily.
After a couple of thrusts, I felt his balls slapping my cunt
every time he drove his shaft deep into my ass. When I began
thrusting back against him each time his cock rammed into me, he
grunted with male satisfaction. With my fingers working on my
engorged and throbbing clit, I came instantly from the dual
stimulation. The hard contractions of my ass triggered his
orgasm, and for the second time in less than 15 minutes, my ass
received a big injection of semen.
Unlike my cunt, which is very elastic and closes substantially
after being used by a big cock, my asshole stays wide open for a
long time after it's been fucked. As soon as the second cock was
withdrawn, one of the women let all the men in the main lounge
know that my asshole was gaped wide open and ready for more cock.
As soon as the word spread, my ass was used again and again.
Fortunately, I found it hot and erotic and was having at least
one orgasm every time a man ass fucked me. By the time three
more cocks had emptied their loads, thick streams of semen were
running from my gaping hole each time a cock was withdrawn.
I finally got off my hands and knees when some guy pulled me
onto his body and told me to ride his cock. He was big, and he
was hard... really hard. As soon as I had straddled him, he
thrust upward into my sex saddle driving his full length into my
cum-filled and widely stretched cunt. I felt the previous man's
cum load seeping out my ass as the man beneath me fucked me hard
and fast. He was ramming me even harder when I felt a woman's
body against mine and her tongue licking my ass, cleaning me in
the process... another first for me. I came instantly in hard,
spastic contractions. The hard throbbing of vagina around the
man's cock made shoot into me as I was cumming.
At that point, I lost track of the number of men who fucked me
and the number I sucked off. When Saxton and Grant decided it
was time to head back to the Hilton, they found me in one of the
side rooms on a couch with a man mounted on me in missionary
position. He had my knees back against my tits giving it to me
hard and fast. It was the first time that night that I had
gotten it while in the classic female fucking position.
"I'm close to cumming in her," the guy said when Saxton said we
needed to leave. "Can you wait long enough for me to shoot my
load up her cunt?"
"Sure. Take your time, David. Fuck her good, Make sure she
cums before you shoot off."
David followed directions perfectly. He worked his cock over
my G-spot and clitoris until I was groaning in hot pleasure.
When he felt my vagina throbbing around his cock, he pounded my
ass deep into the couch and shot jet after jet of sperm-filled
semen deep inside my pussy.
When David finished screwing me, I gathered up my clothes, and
Saxton, Grant, and I took the limo back to the Hilton. As soon
as we were inside our hotel room, Saxton had me on the bed
fucking me hard. I wrapped my legs around him and rammed my ass
upward to meet every thrust of his cock. After he had shot off,
I held him against my body until his cock began to soften inside
my pussy.
As soon as Saxton rolled from between my thighs, Grant took his
place and drove his iron-hard, huge dick into me. God... his
cock felt so good inside me, big and hard and pumping me so
beautifully. Grant was easily the hottest fuck of the weekend.
He held me tightly against his body as he powered his sex gun
into my welcoming vagina. I began to cum, and as I did, I
whispered, "You're the best... the very best... fuck me, Darling.
You're making me cum so hard."
By the time Grant had emptied his balls inside my now drenched
pussy, Saxton was hard again. This time, he got me on my knees
with my head on the bed. Mounting my hips, he pressed his cock
against my anus. I groaned as I felt it sliding into me so
smoothly and so deeply. I started to rub my clit as he ass
fucked me, but his fingers were there first. The intense
sensations of his fingers on my clit, his big cock pumping my
ass, and his balls slapping against my pussy made me cum twice
before I felt his dick throbbing inside my ass.
We rested for maybe 30 minutes before Grant put some more KY
jelly in my ass and a squirt or two in my pussy. They didn't
have to tell me what was coming next.
Both men laid on the bed, side-by-side, while I sucked their
cocks until both were rigid and standing nearly straight up.
"Ass sit my cock, Mandy," Saxton ordered.
I straddled his hips in reverse cowgirl position and lowered my
ass over his rod. He directed it against my opening. When he
had it seated, I just dropped my hips and his entire length sank
into my ass. Having already been ass fucked six or seven times
at the club, there was no pain... just the hot pleasure of
feeling my ass so beautifully filled by a big cock.
Saxton pulled me back against his chest as Grant lifted my legs
to expose my cunt hole. Moving between my raised legs, he
pressed his huge cock head into my vagina. With the added KY
jelly, it entered me easily.
"OOOhhhhhh god... It's fantastic!" I howled as Grant sank his
shaft deeper and deeper into my cunt while Saxton pumped my ass
with steady strokes. With the two huge cocks both fully inside
me, the feeling being stuffed totally full of cock had me
shuddering in ecstasy. Each cock thrusting inside one of my
holes sent wave after wave of hot pleasure surging through my
body.
Gradually the two men picked up the pace. Each fucked me hard,
with firm deep strokes. I began to cum. My vagina and clitoris
just erupted and began to contract in hard spasms... again and
again. Each time a cock pumped in and out of one of my holes,
the contractions got harder and more frequent. Finally, I
couldn't stop moaning. I was just a piece of female fuck meat
with cocks shooting into me again and again.
Before morning I had been double fucked twice more. The last
time, they gave it to me in doggy position with me riding
Saxton's cock and Grant mounted behind me using my ass. The
pleasure was so intense that I felt like a bitch for refusing to
let Harold and some other man double fuck me.
I never knew when Saxton left the next morning. When I finally
awoke, it was past noon. I would have slept even longer but it's
very hard for a woman to sleep when her boss is fucking her with
an eight-inch, thick, iron-hard cock.
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"My god, Harold. Do you have any idea how hot it gets me to
wear something this revealing out in public?"
"It should. You look terrific! Totally cock hardening."
"MMMmmmm... do I make your cock hard?"
"Feel it, Susan."
"Oh fuck! You aren't kidding. That thing feels like a iron
bar. I love it when you fuck me with your big iron-hard cock,
Lover. So what do you have planned for me tonight? Another gang
bang?"
"Something different... not a gang bang, but I'm pretty sure
you're going to be fucked."
"Oh god. My pussy is so wet, I can't believe it. I never got
hot and wet like this before you started fucking me all the
time."
"I like hot, wet women like you, Susan. You ready?"
"Not until you tell me where you're taking me."
"I want it to be a surprise."
"It'll be a surprise when you tell me now."
"All right. We're going to an amateur strip contest for women
over 30. There's a $1,000 first prize."
"I'm not certain that watching a bunch of women stripping is
that much of a turn on for me, Harold. For you... sure, but I
prefer men."
"Oh... I guess I left out an important detail. You're one of
the women entered in the contest. You'll be stripping down to
just your heels and as I said, I'm virtually certain that before
the evening is over, you'll be fucked. Ready now?"
"Oh god, yes! I feel like I'm about to cum."
It was a short drive to the strip club, but even so, I was
having a difficult time keeping my eyes on the road. Susan's
ultra short skirt was so far up her thighs that if she moved at
all, I could see her naked cunt since she wore no panties. If
that wasn't enough, she also was braless and the top of the dress
exposed the entire inner slopes of her tits almost to her
nipples. A single careless movement pulled it aside and a nipple
popped out. Naturally, she was so excited that being careful not
to show any tit or pussy was the last thing on her mind.
We entered the club via the back entrance that was reserved for
the contestants. Mark Fredrick met us at the door. "Glad you
could make it, Harold. And this gorgeous beauty must be Susan.
Hi, Susan. I'm Mark. Welcome to the "Bare Truth". I gotta tell
you, the house is packed tonight... standing room only. This is
easily our most popular event, the 30 and Over Amateur Strip
Contest."
"How many women are entered?" I asked.
"You're the last to arrive. There are 12 in all. Has Harold
explained the rules to you, Susan?"
"Not really."
"No problem. They're simple. Each woman dances to three
songs. You can take off as much or as little as you like during
the three songs, but I have to tell you that if you want to win,
you'd better be naked except for the heels at the end of the
third song. The hotter you dance, the more applause you'll get
at the end, and the amount of audience applause decides the
winner and the runner-up for the $1,000 and $500 prizes. The men
can't touch you on stage, but other than that, you can do
whatever you like during your performance. Ok? Every thing
clear?"
"Yeah. But, I'm very nervous. I've never done this before."
"I know. That's the idea. Amateurs only. You've got an edge
because you're married. About half of the women are married, the
other half are divorced. The married ones have an edge because
men love to fantasize about fucking other men's wives. Well,
good luck. You were late so we drew lots for your dance
position. You go on tenth. Harold, Susan can stay backstage,
but you and the other boyfriends and husbands have to go out
front. There's a special section reserved for all of you."
The section reserved the husbands and boyfriends of the
competitors was close to the stage, but not adjacent to it.
Those seats were reserved for paying customers and big tippers.
The first dancer was a sexy-looking brunette, married, and a lot
more nervous than Susan. Nevertheless, she gave a hot
performance stripping all the way to her heels. Toward the end
of the final song, she was grinding her pussy right at edge of
the stage. The audience, including me, hooted and yelled every
time she spread her legs to show her cunt. As she left the
stage, she got a rousing round of applause.
The guy sitting beside me never took his eyes off of her the
entire time she was on stage. By the middle of the second song,
he had his hand in his pants jacking off. When the woman pulled
off her panties and showed the men her naked pussy, his hand
really started moving.
Leaning closer to him, I whispered, "Your wife?"
"Yeah. This dance is my birthday present. It's been a huge
fantasy of mine forever. That sound crazy to you?"
"Hell no. It sounds hot and sensuous. You're a lucky man.
She's a beautiful woman... nice tits and a hot pussy. I would
love to fuck her, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Not at all. I'm so fucking hard watching her show them off, I
can't believe it. I'm about to cum in my pants."
After nine women had stripped and danced, only the first woman
and one other were serious competition for Susan... at least in
my evaluation. As soon as Susan walked out onto the stage
swinging her hips causing her huge tits to bounce, the entire
audience started whistling and urging her to take out her tits.
Susan approached the pole in the center of the stage and ran
both hands up and down its length as if she were jacking off a
huge cock. The audience applauded. She licked the smooth metal,
and the men began screaming. As soon as the first song began,
Susan began humping against the pole. Men were yelling for her
to "fuck that huge cock, Baby".
Susan's ass continued to gyrate erotically as she pulled her
top open releasing both of her huge tits. When the men saw that
her tits were already naked and noticed her hard, brown nipples,
applause filled the room. From all sides of the room, men were
screaming, "How big are your tits, Honey?"
Halfway through the first song, Susan was leaning forward at
the edge of the stage cupping her tits and pulling on her nipples
just a few feet from the panting men. Moving up and down the
runway, she dangled her tits right in front of their faces.
Although they weren't supposed to touch the dancers, what man
could resist two huge tits a few inches from his face. Before
she retreated to the pole, a half dozen mouths had sucked her
nipples.
Once beside the pole again, Susan hiked her short skirt up to
her hips. Simultaneously, a half dozen men screamed, "Oh Shit!
Look at that!! No panties. Her cunt's naked!"
Indeed it was. Susan spread her feet and humped her ass in
fuck motions. The first song was still in progress and the men
were already getting to see her hot cunt. The other women had
not exposed their pussies until the third song.
Susan now moved back to the pole. The screams of the men grew
much louder when she thrust the pole between her big tits and
moved them up and down as if a monster phallus was tit fucking
her. Holding her skirt around her hips, she next rammed her
naked cunt against the pole and let it slide up and down her cunt
slit. When she began hard coital thrusts against the pole,
pandemonium exploded. Men all around the stage chanted "FUCK IT!
FUCK IT! FUCK IT!" over and over.
When the second song started, Susan moved away from the pole,
unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was totally
naked save for her five-inch CFM platform heels. As she moved
back and forth across the stage, her fingers spread her pussy
lips and continuously stroked her erect clit.
Men were stomping their feet against the floor when she again
moved right to the edge of the stage. Turning, she bent over
slightly so the men could see her sexy ass. The chants from the
audience abruptly switched to "ASS... ASS.... ASS... SHOW US THE
ASS!"
Responding to their demands, Susan reached back and spread her
ass cheeks open exposing her oiled and obviously lubricated
asshole. The men closest to her started yelling, "She's got it
lubed and ready... SHE'S GOT IT LUBED!"
If the place seemed loud before, it got even louder when Susan
moved right to the edge of the stage, turned, bent over at the
waist, and pulled her buttocks open to expose both her cunt and
ass holes just a few inches from the men who were now leaning
forward.
Susan gave each group of men 10 seconds or so to stare at her
cunt and ass holes before moving along the edge of the stage to
the next group. She even used her sphincter and vaginal muscles
to cause her holes to open and close. When she reached the last
two groups of men, she first bent over as she had done for the
other men, and then laid down on the stage on her side with her
ass pushed right in their faces.
By the time the second song had ended, two dozen fingers had
felt her ass and cunt... a few had even slipped inside. For her
finale, Susan reclined on the floor of the stage with her legs
spread wide open. Separating her pussy lips with her fingers,
she hunched her cunt upward while moaning, "Ah god... fuck me....
harder... ram your cock up my hot cunt hole, Baby... UGH! UGH!
UGH!" Each grunt was accompanied by a hard, upward thrust of her
cunt. The men in the audience were now not only screaming and
yelling, many of them were squeezing their hard erections. I
even saw a few men take out their cocks and begin jacking off.
With half of the third song remaining, she again made a trip up
the front edge of the stage. This time, her hips were on the
stage floor with her legs wide open and her two fingers fucking
in and out of her cunt as she humped her ass in fuck motions
causing her big tits to bounce wildly. As she fucked herself,
she continued to moan things like, "Ohh yeah!... Oh Yeah, Stud!
Fuck my married cunt harder, Honey! ... Oohhhhh god.... you're
gonna make me cum!"
When the final song was reaching its climax, Susan spread wide
open in the middle of the stage and brought herself to a
shuddering, hard orgasm. Just as the final bars played, her
juices spewed out of her throbbing cunt high in the air. No one
on the planet had any doubts that the big-titted, hot woman had
just had an intense orgasm.
The result of the competition was a foregone conclusion. I
even felt a little sorry for the women who had to follow Susan's
performance. All of them were anticlimactic. I wondered how
many men had shot off watching Susan. I was virtually certain
that the number was in the dozens. The two finalists were the
first dancer and Susan. After several rounds of elimination, the
two of them stood side-by-side at the pole, both naked, as the
men voted with their applause for the first-place winner, which
of course was Susan.
After the two women exited the stage, the professional
strippers came on and started performing. They were all hot and
sexy, but I didn't think any of them, even the younger women,
were a match for the sheer beauty and incredible eroticism that
Susan had displayed.
Over an hour passed, but Susan still had not returned.
Wondering what the hell was going on, I motioned for the cocktail
waitress. She hurried over to take my drink order. After giving
it to her, I said, "It's been over an hour since my wife
finished dancing. Do you know where she is?"
The cocktail waitress grinned. "Now where to you think she is
after putting on a hot, slutty performance like she did?"
"I thought she was getting dressed and picking up her prize
money."
"She's picking up here prize money, but I doubt that she's
getting dressed."
"Why not? It's been over an hour."
"Because she's being fucked, Honey. Guys don't usually want
women dressed when they're fucking them."
"How do you know that? I asked. I sort of doubt that Susan
would fuck some guy she's never met before when she knows I'm
waiting for her."
"Honey, like most husbands, you're really naive when it comes
to judging your wife. Your wife's pussy was on fire when she
left that stage. Believe me, she would have spread her legs for
any man with a hard cock. Mark Fredrick and his two assistant
managers took her to Mark's private office as soon as she left
the stage after winning the contest. She was naked, hot, wet,
and ready. I doubt that they even bothered to ask her if she
wanted to fuck. They just put their cocks in her.
I pretended to be distressed and angry, but I knew very well
that after putting on the performance she had, Mark was certainly
going to fuck her. I didn't tell the waitress that, however.
All I said was, "My god.. I can't believe it."
"Now don't get mad, Honey. Your wife was incredibly hot
already. There was no possible way she could resist three or
four naked guys with hard cocks shoved against her and all their
hands rubbing her big tits and clit. My guess is that she had a
cock up her hot cunt two minutes after she left the stage, or
maybe even sooner."
"But she's been gone for over an hour."
"There's three or four of them. They're all going to fuck your
wife, and if I know those guys, they all go for seconds and maybe
thirds. Figure it out, Honey. Do the math. If each guy bangs
your wife for 10 minutes before shooting in a load, it will take
40 minutes for each of them to fuck her. They'll all last longer
the second time... so figure another 60 minutes for the second
round. One or two will probably screw her a third time.... so
it'll be a couple of hours or more before she comes back. How
about a drink on the house?"
The cocktail waitress turned out to be a mathematical genius.
It was two hours and 10 minutes before Susan returned to my
table. She was again dressed in the outfit she had worn at the
start of her performance. Her hair and make up were a total
mess. She smelled like sex, cum, and sweat.
"I'm sorry, Harold. I couldn't get away. They fucked me...
they all fucked me. Four of them. Mark, his two assistant
managers, and Larry, a black bartender. Are you furious? I was
just so hot, I couldn't resist. They did add an extra $500, so
the prize was $1,500."
"I'm not mad. I'm just hot and horny. And you're probably
exhausted. Not exactly what I was hoping for," I grinned.
"It's not? You don't like hot, freshly fucked women. Do
sloppy seconds bother you?"
"Seconds??"
"Oh, I see what you mean. I'm really sorry, Darling. Let's go
home. I really want you. Those guys were hot, but none of them
can match you in bed. Please. I'll bathe, douche, and put on
new make up. Please."
"No way, Susan. I've never had sloppy tenths before. I can't
wait. Besides, I can do a better job cleaning you than any
bath."
"Oh god! You hot Stud! Let's go! Hurry! Please, hurry!! I
can't wait!!"
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Revelations:
Mandy got home around 7 PM, Sunday evening, as planned. We
didn't bother with dinner. By 11 PM, I had fucked her five times
and she had cum at least two dozen times. Neither of us made the
slightest effort to conceal our love making from Maria or Carl.
We were so loud, I knew that they were probably both masturbating
listening to us fuck.
By that time, we were both starved, so we took a break and
cooked up some bacon, eggs, and pancakes. We were both giggling
as we fixed the food.
"How was the New York meeting," I asked.
"Interesting since it was my first business trip, but a little
boring. I attended the meetings with Grant, but I really wasn't
that much help to him. He pretty much handled every thing
himself. What did you do this weekend?"
"Just what I said. Worked on Thursday and Friday. Played golf
and watched TV on Saturday, and masturbated thinking about
screwing you today."
"Hot stud!" Mandy hissed at me. I fucked her bent over the
kitchen table after we had eaten. Neither of us worried a bit
about the kids catching us. It was fantastic! Exactly what I
had dreamed about for years.
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On Monday, Grant and I took off work at 1 PM and had a great
lunch at the country club. We ate in silence throughout the meal
as neither of us wanted to break the erotic atmosphere of the
meal with conversation. After eating, we were both enjoying a
glass of 20-year old brandy when Grant finally spoke.
"Harold, how many times did you fuck Mandy last night?"
"Would you believe seven?"
"Yeah. I would because I banged Susan eight times!"
"Four months ago, what was your fucking frequency with Susan?"
"Once a week... maybe. And you and Mandy?"
"Same. Once a week. Twice if I got lucky. But what about the
eroticism? How hot was Susan last night?"
"Hot's not the word for it. She was on fire... just pure hot,
distilled sex. She wanted to be fucked in every position we
could think of, and she never stopped urging me to give it to her
harder... deeper. She wanted me to go down on her after I had
just shot in a load. How about Mandy? Was she hot too?"
"Like a hot whore. She did all those things. She also wanted
anal sex, and after I had ass fucked her, she went down on me
immediately. It was just unbelievable!"
"You know, Harold, I had begged and pleaded... complained and
bitched... screamed and yelled for years about making our sex
life more erotic, but my wife refused every thing. Once a week
sex was fine with her and with no frills. And from what you told
me about Mandy, things were the same at your house. I just have
to ask you, Harold. How in hell did you ever manage to think of
this plan?"
"That's what you pay me the big bucks for, Grant."
"Yeah! Right! And the moon is made of green cheese. Come on,
Man. We're co-conspirators. Tell me how you came up with this
plan."
"Ok. I knew that our basic problem was that women are not
turned on by anything their husbands say or do. After all, we're
their husbands. We're supposed to be supportive and helpful.
We're supposed to say nice things about the way our wives look.
And since we can't get sex from any other woman unless we want
to risk divorce, we're forced to hit on our wives. In other
words, nothing we do provides the ego boost, the excitement, the
sexual thrill of attracting a man that a woman needs. Just like
we need to succeed in the competitive activities of the male
world, they need to succeed in the competitive activities of the
female world."
"Ok. I follow your logic. So?"
"So... For women to succeed in the competitive activities of
the female world, they need real, concrete evidence that they're
attractive and highly desirable to powerful, handsome, virile
men. If they see such a man is attracted to them. then they'll
ratchet up the sexual intensity to make themselves even more
desirable... to make the man a slave to their big tits, sensuous
ass, and hot pussy."
"In Mandy's case, as the CEO of a large, profitable company,
you're obviously a very powerful man. You're also handsome and
extremely virile. As an added bonus, you've got the kind of
incredibly large, thick cock that women fantasize about.
Finally, I knew you would love to fuck my wife... any man would.
She's gorgeous and those big tits on that small body are hard to
resist."
"Consequently, when Mandy told me she wanted to get a full-time
job, the plan was just obvious. I knew if she were in close
contact with you eight hours every working day, it wouldn't be
very long before she realized that you wanted to fuck her. That
would be the concrete evidence that she was a real force among
her female competitors, particularly considering how beautiful
your wife is. At that point, I was nearly certain that she would
start dressing hot and turning up the sexual heat. You would
quickly take advantage of her excitement and start fucking her
regularly. And that's exactly what happened... as planned."
"Let me finish it for you, Harold."
I smiled and replied, "Be my guest, Grant."
"When I began fucking her, you knew Mandy would feel guilty
about doing all those hot, sensuous things with me that she had
denied you. You figured that it wouldn't be long before Mandy
started working overtime to make it up to you by being the
sensuous hotwife you had always wanted her to be... right?"
"Exactly! And the really great part of the plan was that your
sex life with your wife was as bad as mine. So while you were
busy turning my wife on and fucking her sexy ass off, I could
provide the same service for you with Susan. I'm also a powerful
vice-president of a large company, handsome, virile, and have a
cock almost as big as yours. When I asked her out to lunch the
first time, you would have loved seeing how flustered and excited
she was all afternoon."
"How long did it take you to get into her panties, if you don't
mind my asking?"
"Not at all. After all, as you said, we're co-conspirators.
With you giving me ample opportunities to take Susan out in the
evening by making up all those fictitious poker games and dinners
with prospective clients, she was dressing hot and provocatively
after three weeks. On our eighth date, I was kissing her and
fondling her big tits. On Monday of the fourth week, I called
you and told you not to come home before 5:00 PM. Remember?"
"Oh hell yes, I remember. I was hard all afternoon."
"That was the first time I got into Susan. I fucked her four
times that afternoon and made her cum four more times on my
tongue."
"And you know that within a couple of days after you first
fucked her, she started doing all the hot things with me that she
had been refusing to do for years. It was just unbelievable!"
"It was so simple. I'm surprised we didn't think of it sooner.
When did you first screw Mandy?"
"It was exactly one week after you first fucked my wife.
Monday of her fifth week at work. I screwed her four times in my
office that afternoon." Grant spent the next 30 minutes telling
me all the hot details of that afternoon.
"I remember that day. That evening we went out with Mandy
wearing an incredibly hot outfit. She even took off her panties
and masturbated right in front of me and a truck driver. Can you
believe that?! At that point, I knew the plan was going to work
big time."
"It certainly did! Now, the next question is 'Shall we tell
them?" If not, how do we proceed?"
"No. We don't tell them. We continue exactly as we did this
past week. You fuck my wife's ass off at work. I visit Susan
during the day and screw her constantly. At night, they feel
guilty and seduce us into fucking their hot pussies as much as
possible. Just be certain to follow my advice and take your
daily dosage of viagra otherwise there's no way we can keep up
with those two hot sluts."
"Eventually... I would guess within a month... Susan and Mandy
will get together and figure out that they're each screwing the
other's husband. At that point, they'll find a way to suggest
threesomes and foursomes, and we'll all have an incredible open
marriage with unlimited exotic fun for all. And they'll never
know that we planned the whole thing. All we have to do is be
cool and continue as if we're weak men who have been unable to
resist the hot attraction of another sultry beautiful woman.
It's perfect!"
"Harold, I gotta tell you, you're a fucking genius!"
"Well thank you, Grant. Judging from the way my wife's tits
are heaving with excitement when she goes to work in the morning,
I gotta tell you that you're a genius fucking."
When we finally managed to stop laughing, Grant said, "Well, I
suppose it's time to head home for another evening of non-stop,
exotic, hot sex with our slutty wives."
"Yeah. You know, they may eventually fuck us both to death."
"True...true. The epitaph on our tombstones will read, "They
died in the saddle, but not with their boots on."
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