Sensuous Encounters - 1

  by RLM

Author�s Note:  As noted on my web page, many of my stories are
based on actual events that have occurred during the open
marriage my wife and I have enjoyed for many years.  Even those
stories listed under heading, "The Fantasy Series", are crafted
around similar events that we have experienced over the years. 
The vast majority of our erotic, swinging encounters have been
enjoyable.  A much smaller number have been sensational, and a
few have been unpleasant.

  However, to be "enjoyable" is not to be "memorable" in the
sense that all the events, even some of the dialogue, are
indelibly etched in our memories.  To be "memorable", there must
have been something that occurred, either good or bad, that was
so unusual that it became unforgettable.  This is true in all of
life's experiences.  A particular day at work, although
enjoyable, will not be remembered at a later date simply because
it was too much like many other enjoyable days to stand out in
one's memory.

  The following narrative relates the events of two of our
"memorable" swinging encounters.  We still enjoy discussing and
sometimes laughing about these experiences.  At the time, some of
these events were not "funny", but in retrospect with the benefit
of time, they have become so.  I hope the story of these two
encounters and the two that will be described in "Sensuous
Encounters - 2" bring a smile to your face, perhaps even a laugh
or two, as well as excite you.

Sincerely,

RLM

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A.    Alice, Harold, and the Four Dobermans:

  After several years of marriage, sex between Paula and me was
becoming increasingly less frequent.  What was even worse was the
fact that when we did have sex, it was beginning to become
routine.  Excitement and eroticism were decreasing steadily.  In
this respect, we weren't any different than many other couples
who already had or were presently experiencing a similar  decline
in their sexual intensity and pleasure.  The difference came from
the fact that we discussed the problem openly and very candidly.
I still vividly recall some of our discussions that eventually
allowed us to solve the problem.

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  "Do you think I'm less attractive than when we were dating and
on our wedding night, Gordon?" my wife asked

  "Not at all," I truthfully assured my very sexy and beautiful
wife.  "How about me?  Have I gotten a pot belly?  Maybe gained
too much weight in general or something else about my appearance
that is turning you off?"

  "I don't think you've gained a pound since our wedding night. 
How could you?  You watch your diet and weigh every morning.  If
that scale goes up by as much as a pound, you refuse all high
calorie foods until it's back down again.  And we both work out
at the spa three times a week.  No, Honey.  You look great."

  "So do you.  You've got the hottest body of any woman I know...
those 36DD tits on your small frame are awesome... and your ass
and legs are world class.  And nobody... I mean NOBODY...  is as
hot in bed as you are."

  "Then why do I get this feeling that I don't turn you on nearly
as much as I did just a year or so ago?  Sometimes, when I
realize that I'm being a real bitch about some thing, I find
myself wishing you would drag me into the bedroom, rip off my
clothes, and fuck the shit out of me to make me behave."

  "I did that two weeks ago after Al and Susan Martin's party...
Remember?"

  "Oh hell yes I remember!  That was the hottest sex we've had in
a couple of months.  You were just a wild man.  We didn't even
make it all the way home.  Remember how you drove into that park,
and were all over me as soon as you killed the engine."

  "I couldn't help it.  You had me so fucking hot and hard.  I
wanted your tits out... your panties off... and your legs
spread."

  "I figured that out, Darling, when you yanked my dress down and
began sucking my nipples harder than the first time I let you get
my tits out.  I think my nipples got as hard as your cock.  I
kept telling you to take me home first, but it was like talking
to a brick wall.  You paid no attention to anything I was saying.
 When it became obvious that I was going to be screwed right
there in the park, I can't tell you how hot that got me."

  "You got even hotter when I pulled you out of the car and made
you bend over the hood."

  "I know... I know...  You shoved my dress up over my ass and
ripped my panties off... like a wild man... you just tore them to
pieces.   Then you said, 'Spread wide, you hot Bitch!  Arch your
ass!'  Do you know that I came as soon as you made me do that?"

  "No, not at the time, but when I started fucking you, I knew
you were already cumming.  I could feel your cunt pulsing and
contracting around my cock."

  "I was, Darling... I WAS!  And to you remember what else
happened while you were fucking me?"

  "You mean those teenage boys who caught me fucking you and then
jacked off while they watched?"

  "Yessssssssss.... when I saw them doing that, I starting
cumming so hard ... over and over... it was just so intensely
erotic and dirty.   And I'm not the only one who was cumming.  As
I remember, you kept fucking me until you had put two loads into
my cunt.  And everyone of those boys shot off at least once."

  "I think it was at least twice."

  "OOohhhhh god, Gordon.  That was so damn hot!"

  "Do you know why I was so turned on... why I couldn't even wait
to get you into our bedroom before fucking you?"  My wife's face
flushed with the memory.  I was squeezing my cock through my
pants at the same memory... plus the sight of my excited wife who
was now rubbing her hand frantically over her mound.

  "Well, do you?" I demanded as her hand moved more rapidly.

  "I'm not sure... I've always wondered... you've never told me."


  "I don't believe you.  You know, don't you?"   Paula's flush
now changed to beet-red embarrassment.

  "Yes," she said so softly I almost couldn't hear her.  "I was
wearing that very low-cut, short yellow dress... the one that you
said shows most of my legs and half of my tits.  I think that had
you hard before we even got to the party."

  "I was... particularly when you spread your legs getting out of
the car letting several men see your panties.  The yellow dress
certainly is incredibly sexy, but I've seen you wear it several
times, and on none of those occasions did it excite me so much I
couldn't keep from fucking you while you were bent over the hood
of our car with three teenage boys watching.  What else?"

  "Well, you saw me sitting with my legs crossed showing other
men at the party all of my thigh and, when I uncrossed my legs,
my panties too.  I knew I was behaving like a hot whore, but my
pussy was throbbing and I could see that you were hard... really
hard."

  "I was... so hard it hurt, but I still wasn't screwing you in
front of three teenagers."

  "True.  I guess it must be because you know Al asked me to
dance.  You were watching the way he had me pressed hard against
his body.  That probably did it.  I know you get fantastically
hot and hard whenever I flash or when you see me flirting with
another man.  You probably wanted to fuck me right then, but you
had to wait since Al had me in his arms at that moment."

  "You left with him."

  I saw the surprise register on my wife's face.  "You saw that?"

  "Un-huh.  You walked by yourself down the hallway to the back
stairs leading to the basement and to the second floor.  Al
followed a couple of minutes later."

  "Is that why you got so hot to fuck me?"

  "Is that what you really think?"

  Paula hesitated, then shrugged and said, "No.  Not really.  You
followed Al, didn't you?"

  "Of course.  How in hell could I resist?  Joanne Larsen had her
eyes on me when I walked across the room and into the hallway."

  "Did she know where you were going and why?"

  "No, but she knew I had a monster erection... it was rather
obvious.  She couldn't take her eyes off of it."

  "I don't know what to say, Gordon.  I behaved like a slut... I
know that, but after what we did in Dallas in the X-rated theater
and later in the swing club, I didn't think you would mind. 
Besides, I was hot for it... really hot.  Al had been feeling me
up and grinding his cock into my pussy for a half hour on the
dance floor.  Are you furious?"

  "Furious?  Hell no... I'm hard and hot.  Just thinking about
that evening gets me hard.  You know, Darling.  The solution to
our declining excitement with sex is obvious.  I get wildly
excited whenever I see you showing off to other men and even
hotter when I see you flirting with them or doing even more. 
What would you think of making this part of our 'foreplay'... so
to speak?"

  "To be perfectly honest, Honey, I get enormously excited by
doing things like that.  You've seen me in the theater and
afterwards and at that swing club so you know that.  But after
it�s all over, it makes me feel terrible."

  "Why?  You know I'm not angry."

  "That's not it.  It's the fact that I'm the one having all the
sexual pleasures while you have to just wait or sometimes watch.
It would be so much better... so much more fun... if you were
having sex fun as well as me.  Maybe if we played with another
couple it would be just as hot, and I wouldn't feel badly
afterwards.  Or we could have threesomes... either with another
man or with another woman.  Wouldn't you like that, Baby?  Two
hot women all over you?"

  "Let's go to bed.  I'm dying to fuck you... right now!"

  "Me too!  Oh god, Gordon.  This is wild.  I'm already about to
cum.  But before you fuck me, tell me what happened at the party
when you followed Al.  Tell me every thing and get me wild for
your big cock, Lover."

  "I had waited a few minutes before following Al.  When I got to
the second floor landing, the two of you were standing just
inside the doorway of his study.  He was behind you with his arms
about your shoulders cupping both of your tits.  You were moaning
and leaning back against him... pulling his head down so he could
look straight down your cleavage to your nipples."

  'Ohhhhh my god... I had no idea you were watching that."

  "Would you have stopped if you had known?"

  "Noooooo... no way!  I would have cum right then if I had
known.  Go on."

  "Al unhooked the neck strap of your dress.  Once he had it
undone, he just pulled your dress down exposing both of your
tits.  He was cupping them and squeezing the nipples at the same
time.  When he squeezed, you moaned louder."

  "You know how sensitive my nipples are, Darling.  I couldn't
have kept from moaning."

  "Al pushed you back onto the couch and you leaned back
supporting yourself with your arms behind you.  When he bent over
and began sucking your nipples, even as far away as I was, I
could see you pulling your shoulders back and thrusting your tits
into his mouth."

  "What did you do, Darling?  Did you consider walking over and
ordering Al to stop sucking your wife's tits?"

  "You know I didn't.  I was too busy squeezing my cock through
my pants."

  "Through your pants??  Why didn't you take it out, Honey?"

  "I did... but later.  Your moans got louder and louder until I
think you had an orgasm, but I wasn't sure."

  "I was close, Darling, but he stopped before he made me cum. 
He was just too anxious to get me inside his study."

  'Yeah, I know.  I thought he was going to fuck you standing up
right there, but then he pulled away, led you inside, and shut
the door.  I was more than a little disappointed."

  "You must have been.  What happened then?"

  "I went up to the door, pressed my ear against it, and
listened.  I knew you had to be cumming from the way you were
groaning and begging him to suck your clit.  I tried the door and
found that Al hadn't locked it.  I didn't think either of you
would notice if I opened the door enough to see, so I took the
chance."

  "I'm amazed one of us didn't see you standing there watching."

  "You were both too busy fucking... besides, I only had to open
the door a couple of inches.  The couch you were on is off to the
side, and I had a perfect view.  By the time I looked in, Al had
your dress bunched about your waist.  At first, I thought he had
taken off your panties, but I later saw that he had just pulled
them far to the side to expose your cunt.  You were lying back on
the couch holding your pussy open for him as he licked your clit.
 You were gasping and moaning... your hips pumping up and down in
hot fuck motions.  That's when I took out my cock and began to
jack off."

  At this point, my wife jerked her dress up to her waist and
hissed, "Take off my panties and tell me rest!"

  As soon as I had her panties off, she flung her legs wide open
and began furiously finger fucking her squishing pussy, stopping
only to rub her clitoris and her mound just above the throbbing
organ with circular strokes.  "You came... hard.  I had to
squeeze the head of my cock to keep from spewing cum all over the
floor.  You were still gasping from your orgasm when Al pulled
you up and jammed his cock into your mouth.  I guess he was too
big to suck all the way because you wrapped your hand around the
base and jacked him while you sucked the top half of his dick."

  "Did you see how big he is?"

  "Yeah.  But I'm bigger."

  "I know, Darling, but 7.5 thick inches is more than enough to
make any woman cum, Baby."

  "I thought he would cum in your mouth, but he wanted to fuck
you.  I heard him order you to get on your hands and knees and
shove your ass up into fucking position."

  "Did that make you jealous?  angry?  furious?  to watch your
wife do exactly that?"

  "I had to continue squeezing the head of my cock to keep from
shooting off.  Particularly when I saw him shoving his cock into
your cunt.  His body blocked my view some of the time but the
sight of his ass humping back and forth and knowing that each
time it moved forward, his cock was entering your cunt deep and
hard made it almost impossible for me to keep from cumming."

  "Did you leave then?"

  "I couldn't.  Again, I was sure he would shoot inside your
cunt, but he pulled it out and put it against your asshole."

  "Could you see that?"

  "Not very good, but you were grunting and groaning so much I
knew he had to be putting his cock into your ass."

  "He was, Honey... He was... and he really stretched me.  Is
seeing your wife being ass fucked what got you so wild to fuck
me?"

  "All of it did.  Probably the most exciting thing for me was
the very end when Al finally shot off inside your ass.  He pulled
you on top of his body in reverse cowgirl position and really
nailed his prick into your ass.  You had your legs wide open as
you pounded your ass up and down his cock.  The position was
perfect for me to see every thing... his cock stretching your
asshole... your hips slamming up and down.... you cunt opening
and closing as you had a series of orgasms... your big tits
bouncing like crazy as Al ass fucked you."

  "Then, when he shot off, the cum load just spewed out between
his cock and your ass.  It was the hottest, dirtiest thing I had
ever seen.   You know the rest... I dragged your hot ass out to
our car, drove to that park, ripped off your clothes and fucked
the shit out of you while those teenage boys watched."

  "OH God!  I WANT IT!  NOW.  PLEASE!"

  We practically ran to the master bedroom.  Once inside, we were
so wild to get each other's clothes off, I tore two buttons off
Paula's blouse, and she got my pants zipper stuck in the tail of
my shirt.  Unable to free it in our excitement, we both worked
hard to get my pants down over my hips.  Before we had each other
naked, there were clothes strewn all over the floor.

  Picking her up, I tossed my panting wife onto the middle of bed
where she immediately shoved a pillow under ass and lifted both
knees.  I crawled onto the bed and moved my head between her
gaping thighs to the gushing slit of her pussy.

  "UN UN UN UN-HUH UN-HUN!  Oh lick meeeeeeeeee," she squealed,
her hips rising six inches off the bed as her hands locked behind
my head and mashed my lips hard against her eager cunt.

  Paula's clit was already engorged, erect, and completely
exposed.  It was so swollen with her excitement, that there was
no way the hood could cover the throbbing organ.  I ran my tongue
up the length of the pulsing shaft.

  "OOOHHHHHHHHHH .... UUNNGGHHHHHH.... AAAHHH  AAAHHHH AAAHHHH! 
SUCK ME, YOU HOT BASTARD!  MAKE ME CUM!"

  My wife's ass pumped up and down in wild fuck motions as I
circled her near bursting clit with the tip of my tongue,
occasionally flicking it over the sensitive, throbbing head. 
Moving back down the shaft, I allowed my tongue to slide
sensuously around and around the base of the dancing organ. 
Paula's cunt hole began to throb... opening and closing in
rhythmic, steady contractions.  As her vagina opened in one
cycle, I pushed two fingers inside to a spot on the anterior wall
right behind her clitoris... her G-spot.  Rubbing it hard, I let
my tongue attack the exploding clitoris with hard, rapid strokes.
 My wife's entire body shook in hard tremors as wave after wave
of contractions surged through her cunt and moved upward to her
belly, which knotted in hard spasms.  She screamed as the orgasm
engulfed her.

  I moved away from her ultra sensitive pussy and let her enjoy
the aftermath of her hard climax.  When her breathing slowed some
five minutes later, I rose up over my wife and whispered, "I want
to fuck you... hard!"

  She said, "Oh, yes, PLEASE, NOW!!"  She was soon making as much
noise as before, but this time it was all shouted words, one word
each time I pumped into her.

  "Oh ... Yes! ... I ... Want ... It ... FUCK ... ME! ... FUCK
... ME! ... MORE! ... MORE!! ... YESS! ... NOW!! ... COME!!! ...
AAIIIIEEEE!!!"

  I was coming like I hadn't ejaculated for a month, and her
entire body was nothing but a continuous series of spasms.

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  After several more discussions like that, we finally decided to
place an ad in a swingers magazine indicating our interest in
playing with like-minded couples.  We also included a photo of
Paula without showing her face and a similar one of me.  A week
after the ad appeared, we had over a dozen responses from couples
and quite a few from males who wanted to fuck my wife.

  After looking over all the replies, I was particularly
interested in one in which the wife was a ravishing redheaded
vixen.  Her husband was a nice-looking, well-built man, but
nothing like his wife who was pure distilled essence of sensual
sex.

  "How about this couple?  Alice and Harold Bascome?" I suggested
hopefully doing my best to conceal the pure lust in my voice. 
"They're about our age; he runs a very successful business; and
they're only a 60 mile drive from us."

  "Bull Shit!" Paula said with a derisive laugh.  "Age...
business... distance... what crap!  You just can't wait to get
your cock into this redheaded, hot bitch.  Admit it!"

  "You're right.  She does look like pure sex."

  "But I look better... hotter."

  "You do... you really do... but I've fucked you thousands of
times... I haven't fucked Alice... yet."  As soon as the words
were out of my mouth, I thought, "What a colossal blunder!"

  But, amazingly my wife said, "She is a sexy, beautiful woman. 
If you hadn't picked her, I would have been disappointed in you.
Besides, so far, I've had almost all the fun, and you haven't had
any.  You're entitled to have the better of this meeting. 
Anyway, Harold isn't a nerd, as you can see.  Have you noticed
how thick and rigid his cock is in that picture.  I'm sure he'll
be a lot of fun, so let's give them a call and see what
develops."

  "You're sure?  I don't want you angry or jealous."

  "See... that's the way I've been feeling about all this. 
Constantly worried that the man I love will be angry and jealous.
 But you haven't been, and I won't be either... just as long as
I'm the one you really want and that hot redhead is just a
delicious piece of ass.  I'll bet you'd love to fuck us both at
the same time, wouldn't you?"

  "If there's a heaven on earth, that would have to be it!"

   "Well, who knows.  If this first meeting goes well, I'll give
Alice a call and see if she's interested.  You might just come
home from the office one evening to find both of us naked except
for heels and stockings, bent over, and begging for your cock."

  The thought had me so hard, I couldn't speak.

  "Of course, if we ball you, we'll have to return the favor for
Harold later.  Would you be Ok with that?  Getting your own
dinner while Alice and I service Harold's needs all night?"

  "That won't be a problem."

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  After two phone calls to Harold, we agreed that Paula and I
would drive down to their place on Saturday evening and meet in
the lounge of the Hilton Inn at 8 PM.  They had food and live
dancing so we would have a pleasant atmosphere in which to get
acquainted.  If everyone was agreeable, we could get adjoining
rooms or one room with two double beds without out having to
leave the hotel.

  Without telling Paula, I spent a lot of time looking at the hot
photos of Alice while slowly stroking myself without reaching a
climax.  By the time Saturday arrived, I was more than anxious...
not only because Alice was so sensuous and gorgeous, but also
because, for me, it would be my first time with another woman
since Paula and I had been married.

  Even though I did my best to keep from appearing like a
teenager about to have sex for the first time, Paula knew.  Over
the years, I had discovered that it was almost impossible to
conceal anything from my wife, and in the present situation, I
had no chance.

  Emerging from our bedroom around 6:30 PM Saturday evening,
Paula grinned at me.  "You almost panting, Gordon," she said
laughing.  "You're hard, aren't you?"

  "How can I possibly help it with you wearing those skin-tight,
hip-hugger jeans and that skimpy halter that exposes your middle
all the way to your mound, not to mention a lot of your big
tits?"

  "What bull shit!  You're thinking about fucking that redheaded
slut, not about me."

  I couldn't think of a clever response so I just shrugged and
said, "I'm sorry."

  "Don't be.  You're supposed to get hard thinking about fucking
a hot bitch like Alice.  Besides, my pussy is wet thinking about
Harold's thick cock."

  "Really?"

  "Of course.  Women like sex a lot more than men do... you know
that.  We have more orgasms, more pleasure... not to mention the
incredible high that comes from knowing that we have men so
turned on, they're nearly helpless.  You were thinking about
fucking Alice, weren't you?"

  "Yeah.  I've been thinking about it all day."

  "How are you screwing her ... in your thoughts, that is?"

  "Various ways."

  "For example?"

  "Well, in one situation, she's naked except for a black garter
belt, hose, and heels.  I've got her on a black leather couch. 
She's on her back with her knees up and spread.  I'm between her
legs fucking her missionary style.  She grunting every time I
drive all eight inches of cock into her."

  "Honey... that hot bitch is going to do more than just grunt
when you fuck that thick, 8-inch prick into her.  She's gonna
howl and beg.  It's a good bet that she's never had a cock as big
and as hard as yours and certainly not from a man as skilled in
bed as you are.  Come on.  Let's go.  Her panties are probably
already so wet that she's embarrassing herself."

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  Since Alice and Harold didn't have to drive very far, they were
waiting for us at the table they had reserved.  We saw each other
as soon as Paula and I entered.  Smiles crossed all four faces as
everyone was pleased with what the saw.  Sometimes the photos
that are sent when placing or answering ads do not match the
person sending them.  This was not the case here.  Harold and
Alice looked exactly like their photos, and judging from the
Harold's reaction, he was more than just a little pleased with
Paula.  Alice smiled, but I couldn't really tell if she was
pleased or not.  It more like the smile you might see when
greeting acquaintances from work.

  Harold was wearing a blue shirt with matching tight jeans.  I
noticed that my wife's eyes quickly fell to his crotch.  From her
grin, I knew she was pleased with the bulge Harold was sporting.
If he wasn't already hard before we arrived, he had certainly
become rigid when he saw what my wife was wearing.

  Alice was wearing a much more conservative outfit than the one
she had on in the photos Harold had sent, but even so, she looked
attractive and sexy.  Her skirt was fashionably short and her
blouse exposed a generous portion of her large breasts without
being too blatant.  All things considered, her attire was far
more conservative than the abbreviated halter and hip-hugging
jeans my wife was wearing.

  After the introductions, we ordered drinks and a plate of
assorted snacks along with bowls of peanuts and popcorn.  The
first 15 minutes or so of such meetings are usually rather
strained as no one really knows exactly how to proceed.  Our
meeting with Alice and Harold was no exception.  Harold continued
to stare at my wife's tits but said very little.  Finally, I
decided things would go more smoothly if we split up for awhile.

  "Alice, would you like to dance?" I asked primarily as a way to
allow each couple some semi-privacy.

  "I'm not much of a dancer, Gordon," Alice replied with a smile.

  "Well, I'm not either as Paula will confirm.  But I think I can
avoid stepping all over your feet.  Want to give it a try?"

  "I'd rather not, if you don't mind."

  "No, not at all," I said.  What else could I say.  The best
laid plans of mice and men oft go astray, as the saying goes.  I
was still trying to come up with an alternate plan when Harold
took the ball and ran with it.

  "How about you, Paula.  Would you like to dance?"

  "Oh yes.  I love dancing, but don't expect an expert."

  "That's not going to be a problem," Harold replied.  "We'll
just concentrate on some slow, sensuous dancing."

  He held out his hand, which my wife accepted, and together,
they moved out onto the somewhat crowded dance floor.   For a
couple of minutes, they danced in the conventional manner, but it
didn't take Harold long to pull my wife's body close to his own.
At the start of the second number, my wife's arms were around
Harold's neck while his hands were on Paula's back and the top of
her buttocks.  The front of their bodies were mashed together so
closely my wife's 36DD cannons were poking holes in Harold's
chest, and I had little doubt that his cock was doing a similar
number on Paula's mound.  I turned my full attention to Alice.

  "I hope you don't mind not dancing," she said.  "I really don't
care much for it."

  "I don't mind at all, Alice.  Just looking at you is a
pleasure.  You look incredibly beautiful in that dress."  She
smiled and turned her chair to face me.  In the process, her legs
opened exposing a generous expanse of bare thigh above her
stockings.  I also had a much better view of her big tits.

  "That's a very nice thing to say.  Thank you.  I feel over
dressed though.  I should have worn something like your wife is
wearing.  I asked Harold what kind of get together this was going
to be so I would know what to wear.  I just told me to wear this
outfit."

  I was still trying to digest the significance of her remark
when Alice added, "In any case, I was really glad to learn that
we were meeting one of his business associates and his wife
tonight.  I needed the break."

  "Break?  What do you mean by that?" I asked somewhat puzzled. 
I became more confused than ever when I saw Alice blushing.

  "I shouldn't have said that.  I just came out without
thinking."

  I chuckled.  "I do that a lot too.  Everyone does.  But now
you've got me curious.  What did you mean by saying you needed a
break?"

  "Well... Harold's is a contractor.  He has projects going all
over the state.  To keep tabs on every thing, he's on the road
two weeks out of every four.  During the two weeks he's home, he
keeps me really busy... as a man, I'm sure you know what I mean.
So, having this evening out gives me a break.  I really shouldn't
have said that... it just popped out."

  "He keeps you ... busy...  that much when he's home?"

  Alice blushed again when she said, "Every night ... sometimes
twice.  And he comes home for lunch... at least, he calls it
'lunch'."

  "The way you look, I'm not surprised, Alice.  You're an
extremely beautiful and desirable woman.  Besides, Harold has
been away for two weeks.  That's a long time for a man... as a
woman, I'm sure you know what I mean," I said with a smile at
having reversed the line she had just used on me.

  Now her blush was combined with a soft laugh, which I regarded
as a very good sign.  "I know what you mean... oh how I know! 
But, Harold hasn't been pining away in his hotel room alone when
he's on the road.  There no way that man could ever stand two
weeks of abstinence.  He's probably got women in everyone of the
cities where he has construction projects in progress."

  "Women always think something like that, but it's not true,
Alice.  In the first place, it's too much strain and trouble.  In
the second place, it's not that simple to seduce women."

  "I'm sure that's true for most men, but not Harold.  He's got
the magic touch with women.  I know.  After all, he had no
problems seducing me."

  "Ok.  You know him much better than I do.  Does the thought
that he's with other women bother you?"

  "No.  Not at all.  He's a man, and it's just sex."

  "How about yourself when Harold's out of town?"

  "I'm great.  I get two weeks of rest from being... from
being... eh... busy all the time."

  "Really?  As gorgeous as you are, I would have assumed that a
steady stream of men would be hitting on you when Harold's out of
town."

  "They used to do that.  Phone calls at all hours...
propositions every time I went out for an evening.  Some guys
would even show up at my door wanting to 'help me out' as they
put it.  But I've taken care of that problem now.  It doesn't
happen any longer."

  Lowering my voice to whisper, I replied, "I don't see how you
could possibly take care of that problem as sensuous and
beautiful as you are.  You're going to drive men wild... you're
driving me wild right now."

  "Well, thank you, but you would be a lot less wild for me if
Roman, Thor, Largo, and Devil were with me right now.  When I'm
at home, they're always around.  If I go out for a walk in the
evening, they come with me."

  "Roman, Thor, Largo, and Devil?  You have four men keeping you
company all the time when Harold's not home?  I thought you
wanted some rest from being so busy?"

  Now Alice burst into laughter so hard that a few tears rolled
down her cheek.  When she finally got herself under control, she
said, "I'm sorry.  That just struck me as one of the funniest
things I've heard in some time.  Roman, Thor, Largo, and Devil
aren't four guys... they're four large Dobermans... all trained
to attack on command... my command."

  I was too stunned to speak.  When I finally recovered, I asked,
"How did you happen to get them?  What about when Harold's home
and he's faced with four dobermans?"

  "I got them after one guy came over and wouldn't leave.  He
just kept patting his crotch and telling me how he had exactly
what I needed.  The next time he knocked on my door, he was
greeted by four dobermans, each with teeth bared.  He spread the
word and that was the last time he or any other man bothered me.
 When Harold's home, my four pets stay in the heated kennel we
have in the back yard."

  I lapsed into silence with the image of four snarling Doberman
pinchers filling my mind.  Those images were still swirling in my
head when I heard Alice speaking.

  "Let's talk about some thing else.  You certainly aren't
interested in my dogs.  Tell me about your business dealing with
my husband."

  "Harold told you that we're doing business together?"

  "Sort of.  He said you're trying to persuade him to purchase
some of his construction materials from your firm or something
like that.  He said that he hadn't agreed to terms yet and that
was the reason for the meeting tonight."

  It was obvious that Harold had not told his wife anything about
the real purpose of our meeting.  Aloud, I said, "That's all he
told you about our get together tonight?"

  "Well, not quite."

  "What else?"

  "He said you would be bringing your wife and that he wanted me
come so she would be more comfortable.  I agreed, but I didn't
really didn't think that was the whole story."

  "What did you think, if you don't mind my asking?"

  "Not at all.  I thought it was pretty obvious that Harold
thought you were hoping that your wife could persuade him to
close the deal with your firm, and my presence would sort of
facilitate things.  Judging from the way the two of them were
dancing together, it looks like I was right."

  I sat back in my chair and took a long swallow of my bourbon
and water.  Finally, I shrugged and asked, "Would you like to
order something to eat?  They'll serve dinner here if ask for
it."

  "No, I think not.  I think I'll head home.  It's been very nice
meeting you and Paula.  And I hope my frank discussion hasn't
shocked you too much.  Harold keeps telling me to be less blunt,
but I never can seem to do it."

  "Aren't you going to wait for Harold and Paula to finish
dancing?"

  "Finish?  They finished dancing a half hour ago.  Didn't you
notice?"

  "No, as a matter of fact I didn't," I said as I scanned the
dance floor without spying Harold and my wife.  "Where did they
go?  Aren't you going to wait until Harold returns?"

  "Like I told you before, he's got the magic touch with women. 
I assume Harold reserved a room here at the Hilton.  They're
probably there.  And I would imagine that Paula has managed to
persuade Harold to sign the contracts with your firm.  And as for
waiting for my husband to return, I doubt that he'll be back for
at least another two hours."

  "In a hotel room?  Here?  At the Hilton?  For another two
hours?" I said realizing that I sounded like a moron.

  Alice shook her head and then began to laugh softly as she
walked away toward the lounge's exit.   A minute later, I was
alone at the table.  That was the good news.  The bad  news was
the fact that the image of four snarling dobermans had been
replaced with images of Harold fucking my wife.

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

  When Harold pulled my body against his and pressed my breasts
into his chest at the start of the second song, I thought, "Wow.
This guy doesn't waste much time on the preliminaries."   I
became even more convinced of that when I felt his very hard cock
grinding into my mound."

  "Love the feel of your big tits against me," he whispered.

  "Mmmmmmmm," was all I could manage to say.  I felt his hands
moving lower on my buttocks... then lower still until he was
cupping my ass cheeks in his hands and pressing my mound even
harder against his cock, which now felt like an iron-bar inside
his pants.

  "Do you like the feel of my hard cock against your pussy,
Paula?" he again whispered in my ear.  Once more, all I could do
was moan softly.

  "I'll take that as a 'Yes'.  Do you like it when I lift your
buttocks... like this... and move your pussy up and down my
cock?"

  "Aaahhhh."

  "And when I slide my fingers up and down the crack of your
ass... like this?"

  "Ooohhh."  As Harold's fingers continued to move over my body,
I glanced over to see if Gordon was watching us.  When I saw that
his full attention was on Alice, I had mixed emotions.  I was
relieved that he wasn't watching me acting like a slut in public,
but, on the other hand, I was disappointed that he was more
interested in Alice than in me.

  "You have incredible tits... big.... firm.... I want to see
them."

  "I know... most men do."

  "There's a difference... they want to see them... I'm going to
see them... Now."  His fingers moved up to my halter and opened
one of the two buttons holding it together.  Once the restraint
of the button was removed, my halter gaped open.  Harold's hand
opened it even more, and just like that, he had my tits out, my
nipples exposed.  "Your nipples are hard.  I knew they would be.
Do you like it when I squeeze them?"

  "Oh... Oh... Oh."  I was totally unable to restrain the soft
moans of pleasure his fingers were producing on my ass and my
tits and that his cock was producing as it pressed  against my
pussy.  He danced us over into an alcove on the edge of the dance
floor where he opened the second and last button on my halter. 
With no restraints left, it opened completely leaving my tits
totally  exposed.

  "Do you like having your tits naked like this in public,
Paula?"  he asked as his lips crushed against mine.  Our tongues
met while his fingers played over my ass and tits, and his cock
thrust hard into my crotch.

  "Uunnngghhh..."

  Harold moved his lips off mine a fraction and repeated his
question.  "Do you like me taking your tits out like this,
Paula?"

  "Ooohhhh yesssssss," I heard myself hissing with hot pleasure.
"But please... don't do it to me here.... please."

  "Don't do what to you here?" he said into my open mouth.

  "Don't fuck me here.  Take me outside or to your car....
please."

  "What if I decide to fuck you right here?"

  "Ooohhhh god!"

  "What will you do if I decide to fuck you right here?"  His
hand cupped my tits and squeezed them like ripe melons... again
and again.

  "AAaahhh... I'll spread my legs for you.  Are you going to fuck
me here?"

  For an answer, Harold moved us off the dance floor to the side
entrance without ever taking his hands off my tits and ass.  When
we were outside, he again pressed his open mouth against mine. 
His tongue thrust far inside my mouth as we kissed... then it
retreated and mine followed until I was deep inside his mouth. 
When he broke the kiss, he led me by my ass down one of rows of
rooms until we reached 142.  Using his key card, he opened the
door and pulled me inside.

  "Take off my pants," he ordered.

  My hands were shaking with excitement as I opened his belt and
jerked both his pants and bikini briefs down around his ankles. 
His cock surged upward.  Even though I had seen it in the photo
he had sent, I was still shocked by its size.  He was about the
same size as Gordon, and his shaft was standing straight up... a
rigid, sex spike that caused my pussy to gush so much I could
feel my wetness running down my inner thighs.

  Kneeling in front of him, I hefted his balls.  When I heard him
groan with pleasure, my cunt began to throb.  Running my hand up
the long sex spear, I thrilled when I heard his groans turning to
hot, masculine grunts.  His grunts got even louder when I
squeezed the shaft and began slowly jacking him off.  Every time
my hand moved up over the head it throbbed.  Precum ran from the
tip.  Finally, he could take no more.

  "SUCK IT!"   He didn't need to tell me.  There was no way I was
not going to suck his gorgeous cock.

  As soon as I pushed the huge, throbbing shaft into my mouth, my
clitoris contracted in my first climax.  When I felt Harold's
cock swelling and jerking inside my mouth as I moved my lips up
and down the raging male organ, I knew I wanted him to cum in my
mouth.  I sucked harder... deeper.... my cheeks hollowing every
time I pulled my mouth off his cock.

  "Oh yes... like that.  Suck me, you hot delicious Slut!"

  I felt just as slutty as his words suggested as I rammed my
mouth all the way down his shaft forcing the head into my throat
as my lips kissed his pubic hair.  I wondered if Alice as giving
my husband head... was it as good as I was giving Harold?  Was he
going to shoot in the Bitch's mouth hole like Harold was going to
shoot into mine?  I sucked him even harder... faster.

  Abruptly, Harold grabbed my head and forced his cock down my
throat... growling and ordering me suck harder.  As he fucked my
mouth, I wrapped my hand around the base of the shaft so that
when he pulled back, my hand would be stroking his cock...
exciting it... urging it to cum in the hot female mouth that
sucked him like a sex slave.

  I heard Harold roar like rutting bull as his cock exploded his
load into my mouth.  The first jet was so large, it almost filled
my mouth completely.  I swallowed... once... then twice before
the second jet shot out of his cock once more filling my mouth. 
I swallowed again and again... as fast as I could, but the load
poured out so rapidly there was no way I could keep some of it
from spewing out the corners of my mouth and running down my
chin.  Finally, the jets became smaller and the contractions of
his cock slowed.  When his balls were empty, I licked up and down
his shaft, cleaning it like a good suck slut.

  I expected Harold to collapse onto the bed after his huge
orgasm, but his cock didn't even get completely soft.  Pulling me
to my feet, he knelt in front of me and jerked my jeans and
panties down in one motion... much like I had done to his pants
and briefs.  When he had me naked from the waist down, he stood
up behind me and squeezed both of my tits hard at the same time
as his cock pressed into my ass crack.  I could hear myself
moaning and begging him to do it to me.

  The sexy stud didn't make me wait.  In a flash, he had me on
the bed, one leg spread wide and flat on the bed, the other one
up on his shoulder, as he thrust his head between my gaping
thighs and captured my gushing cunt with his mouth.  I screamed
as another orgasm surged through my body causing my juices to
spurt and drench his face.

  His tongue lashed up and down my slit ... then up to my clit,
which he sucked into his mouth and licked rapidly.  My asshole
contracted... opened and closed... with the intensity of the
sensations his tongue was causing.  I heard myself screaming that
I was cumming again.

  "Please... please... I can't take any more of this... I need
your cock inside me.  Fuck me, you hot Bastard.  Get on me... 
Get in me.   Fuck me... FUCK ME!  NOW!  HURRY!" I screamed with
uncontrollable lust.

  "Whatever you say, Paula.  Your wish is my command, Beautiful,"
he whispered.  Standing up at the edge of the bed, he held me
wide open, aligned his big cock with my pulsing hole, and rammed
himselt deep inside me.

  "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH .... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK.... YOU'RE FUCKING
MEEEEEEE... OOOHHHH GOD... HARDER.... PLEASE... GIVE IT TO ME
HARD... FAST.  I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!"

  When I howled at him to fuck me deeper... to really ram it all
the way into me, he shoved my legs high over my head and nailed
his thick sex spike deep into my throbbing vagina.  I grunted
when  it thudded into the bottom of my hole.  He rammed it to me
again the same way.  This time I felt my womb being pushed back
so more cock could enter.  His balls slapped against my upturned
ass.  I wondered if my husband could hear me howling as I was
screaming... really screaming... for him to give it to me harder.

  "I want you on top," Harold grunted as his cock pistoned in and
out of my pussy.

  "Aaahhhh... yess.... roll me over, Baby."  Holding me steady,
he turned over pulled me on top.  As soon as I settled down, he
grasped my hips firmly and began slugging his cock into me...
hard and deep... until I felt him shooting in his load.  My mouth
flew open and I wailed loudly, my pussy contracting hard around
his spurting cock.

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

  I checked my watch for the tenth time as I nursed my drink at
the bar.  The hands told me it was 10:30 PM, about 15 minutes
later than when I had last checked.  Sally, a blonde waitress,
sat down beside me.

  "Still waiting for her, huh?"  When I nodded, she asked, "How
long has it been?"

  "About two hours," I replied sipping my drink and occasionally
watching the basketball game on the TV over the bar area.

  "Two hours!  Wow!"

  "Why do you say that?"

  "I saw her when she left."

  "And?" I asked, still puzzled.

  "And, he had her tits out playing with them.  Most of the guys
I date can't last two hours."

  "I don't know... I'm not sure... not sure about what they're
doing, Sally."

  "I saw them, Honey.  He had both of her big tits out right
there on the dance floor.  He took out the side door that way,
and they're been gone for two hours.  Do want me to draw you a
picture.  He's fucking her, Honey.  That's for certain."

  I shrugged and said simply, "I suppose."

  She moved closer and pressed her breast against my shoulder. 
"I get off work in 10 minutes, Gordon.  Interested?  It would be
a lot more fun than sitting here at the bar waiting for that guy
to finish screwing your wife."

  "I'm sure that's right, but I want to be here when she returns.
 Maybe another time."

  "Ok.  But if you change your mind, I'll be around for another
15 minutes or so."

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

  "Oh my god!  You're getting hard again," I said as my hand
stroked up and down Harold's cock.  "I don't believe it.  You've
already shot off four times.  Don't your balls ever run dry,
Lover?"

  "Not when I've got a luscious woman like you naked, in bed, and
stroking my dick."

  "Are you planning on fucking me again?" My hand was caressing
the sensitive head of his cock making it jerk in hard spasms when
I asked the question.

  "Of course.  I haven't sampled your hot ass yet."

  "MMMmmmmmmm," I sighed softly.  "If you're going to do me
again, we better start.  It's getting late.  We've been gone for
over two hours already."

  Harold rolled off the bed and pulled me to my feet.  "Bend over
and hold onto the top of the bureau, Paula."  When I was in
position, I felt Harold's hard cock rubbing over my ass.  "Put
your left leg up on the top of the bureau, Honey."

  The position spread me wide open allowing Harold easy access to
both my cunt and ass holes.  He was sliding the head of his cock
back and forth between my clitoris, cunt, and ass hole getting me
wet and ready.

  "Ooohhhhh... that feels so good... do it to me now, Harold. 
Put it in me!"

  I felt his cock press against my asshole... stretching me...
wider... wider.  I tried to relax.  He pushed harder.  Suddenly,
my sphincter gave way and opened to his cock.  The big head
followed by four inches of cock sank into my ass.

  "UUNNGGHHHHHHHHH.... SHIT... YOU'RE HUGE... AAAAHHHHHHH."

  He ignored me, of course.  I felt the big shaft pulling back...
his hands grasped my hips and he hit into me again.  More than
half of his cock disappeared inside my ass.

  "AAAAHHHHH... UNGGH... UNGHH... UNGGHH... OOOHHH OOHHHH."  My
hand flew to my cunt and clitoris.  By the fourth or fifth
thrust, Harold had his cock buried inside my ass and had begun
fucking me with hard, deep strokes.  I frigged my clit
frantically."

  A few minutes later, I moaned, "I'm cumming, Harold... oohhhhh
god... I'M CUMMING!  FUCK MY ASS, BABY.  HARD!"

  I was still throbbing in a hard climax when Harold bent his
knees and wrapped his arms about my legs just behind my knees.  I
shrieked with surprise and pleasure when he doubled me up and
lifted me with his cock still buried deep inside my ass.  As he
carried me toward the bed, I was repeatedly raised and lowered on
his cock.  Instead of driving his cock in and out of my ass, he
was standing still and just ramming my ass up and down his rigid
shaft.  The position was so hot and erotic, I began to cum again.

  "Hot Bitch!  I'm gonna put you on top of me on the bed...
doubled up.  Then, I'm gonna give you an ass fucking like nothing
you've ever had before," Harold grunted as he moved toward the
bed.

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

  "I'm about to leave, Gordon.  Sure you don't want to spend some
time with me in the back seat of your car, Honey?"

  "I would, but I'm sure my wife will be back soon."

  "I doubt it.  I know Harold and your wife looks hot.  It's
11:10 right now.  I doubt she'll be back much before midnight."

  "Three and a half hours?" I said incredulously.

  "At least that.  The bar doesn't close until 1:00 AM.  It could
be even longer."

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

  "UN-HUH!  UN-HUH! UN-HUH! UN-HUH! UN-HUH!"

  "Take it, you hot slut!  UH!  UH!  UH!  UH!"

  "OOOHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS... hammer my ass, Stud!  Fuck that
cock into meeeeeeeeeeee!  UN-HUH!  UN-HUH! UN-HUH! UN-HUH!
UN-HUH!"

  "Like this?  UUNNGGHHH!   Or like this?  UUNNGGGHHH!"

  "OOOUUU... OOOOOUUUUUU... Never... ever... NEVER EVER BEEN
FUCKED LIKE THIS... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... CUMMING... CUMMING!"

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

  It was slightly after midnight when I saw Paula coming into the
lounge through the side entrance.  She was wearing a big smile
and looked radiant.  Except for her mussed up hair, every thing
looked normal.  I was surprised, to say the least.

  "Hi, Big Guy," she said with a grin.  "Been waiting long?  I
thought you'd still be balling Alice, and I'd have to wait."

  "You look fantastic, Paula.  Except for your hair ebeing mussed
up a little, you look the same as when we arrived.  Did Harold
fuck you?" I asked in a whisper.

  "Of course he fucked me.  He's been screwing me for over three
hours... with a little rest in between of course."

  "How many times?"

  "Five times for him.  I have no idea how many times for me...
15.... 20... 25... who knows?  How about you?"

  I smiled ruefully.  "I'll tell you all about it on the drive
home.  You ready to go?"

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

  Thirty minutes later we were halfway home and I had related all
the events of the evening to Paula.  I had expected a lot of
sympathy.  Instead, my wife was lying against the door for
support as she laughed hysterically.  Occasionally, she would get
herself under control and stop laughing for a few minutes, but
then she would burst into loud shrieks of laughter again.

  "I don't think it's funny!" I shouted.  But the truth was that
it was ridiculously funny.

  "Poor Baby.  Are your balls blue?  Do they hurt?"  More gales
of laughter followed.

  I was struggling to keep from joining my wife in laughter.  I
gave up completely when she said, "You know, you wouldn't have a
bad case of blue balls if you had been a real man instead of a
wimp.  You should have just kicked the shit out of Roman, Thor,
Largo, and Devil and then mounted their bitch."

  We both laughed continuously the rest of the drive home.

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

Epilog:

  Two months later, during dinner on a Thursday night, Paula
said, "Harold called today.  He's on a tour of his construction
projects and will be in town tomorrow."

  "And?"

  "And, he wants to see me.  I'm pretty sure he wants to see a
lot of me."

  "And?"

  "And, I told him you were not a happy camper over the events of
our first meeting."

  "And what did he say to that?"

  "He apologized.  He told me that when he saw the photo of me we
had sent in with our ad, he was so turned on he was desperate. 
He didn't think Alice would go for it, so he didn't tell her."

  "Ok.  It's water under the bridge.  No problem."

  "So?"

  "So what?"

  "So what do you want me to tell Harold when he calls back
tomorrow?"

  "Invite him over for a threesome.  If he's not up for that, you
decide.  But if you spend Friday evening with Harold, you're my
sex slave for the next week."

  Paula left the house around 8 PM Friday night.  She crawled
into bed with me around 2 AM, Saturday morning.  The following
week was fantastic fun for me.

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

B.  A Worried Husband:

Earl and Joyce:

  When Paula and I first started swinging, we placed and answered
ads.  That was the way we met Alice and Harold Bascome.  However,
once we had developed a circle of intimate friends, we mostly met
new couples by recommendations from the friends we already had. 
It was such a recommendation that led us to give Earl and Joyce
Bregman a phone call.  At first, I spoke with Earl and then with
Joyce.  After that initial contact, Joyce called while I was at
work and spoke with Paula.  She got Earl on the phone, and he
spent 15 minutes talking with my wife.

  Naturally, we exchanged photos sending both conventional and
more revealing pics as that is the standard practice among the
swinging set.  We sent one photo of me nude (the same one we sent
to Alice and Harold) and one of me doing Paula.  We also sent two
of Paula.  One showed her in a low-cut white dress on our patio.
It was sexy, but not erotic.  In the second one, Paula was
wearing panties and bra, but the bra was pulled down below her
tits and she was holding her panties to one side so that her
pussy was on display.

  A couple of days after we had send our four photos, we received
similar ones from Earl and Joyce.  Earl was nude in both of his
pics.  In the first one, Joyce was licking his cock; in the
second one, he was fucking her missionary style.  After staring
at the two photos for awhile, Paula licked her lips.  Her only
comment was, "Yum-Yum!"

  "Yum-Yum?  That's all you have to say?

  "Ok.  That's a sexy-looking stud.  I'm gonna love riding that
big sex spike of his... Is that better, Darling?"

  There were also two pics of Joyce.  In the first one, she was
wearing a red dress with spaghetti straps.  The deep V-neckline
showed off her big tits very nicely.  On the back of the pic, she
had written, "They're 38DD."  I believed it.  In the second
photo, Joyce was seated, naked, with one knee raised, her legs
wide open, and her fingers spreading the lips of her pussy.  It
left nothing to the imagination.  I got hard just staring at it.
When I looked over at my wife, she was grinning.

  "Well?  What do you think?" she asked.

  All I said was, "YUM YUM!"

  "I thought you'd like her.  Tell me, when you spoke with her on
the phone, did you think to ask Joyce if she has any dogs...
particularly Dobermans?"

  I opened my mouth to reply, but no sound came out as I couldn't
think of a clever response.  Paula started laughing again as she
always did any time she thought about Alice and her Dobermans.

  We set up our first meeting on a Saturday.  The plan was for
Paula and I to drive the 75 miles to their city, arriving around
6 PM.  We would switch to their car, and drive to a restaurant
and club they like about 30 miles further.  Later, we would
return to their house for "fun and games", as they put it.

  For the five days before Saturday, I kept wondering what was
going to go wrong this time.  One thing was certain, Joyce knew
the score because I had spoken at length with her over the phone.
 Nevertheless, I was still worried that some thing would go
wrong.

  During the 90 minute drive to the Bergman's place, I asked
Paula how she thought the evening would go.  "Stop worrying,
Honey.  Joyce doesn't have any Dobermans."  My wife started
laughing again.

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

A Drive to the Club:

  I was still worried when we arrived, but when Joyce came out of
her bedroom wearing the same hot, red dress she was wearing in
her photos and smiled at me, my worries were immediately replaced
with visions of getting her big tits out of that dress.

  My wife looked equally stunning and sexy in her very short,
white dress that exposed a lot of her big tits.  When we had
first come into the house, Earl was devouring her with his eyes.
So much so, that I was wondering if he planned to fuck her before
we even left the house.  However, when Joyce entered and I began
leering at her equally sexy body, I noticed that Earl seemed to
be paying more attention to me than to Paula.  I was puzzled but
finally decided that he must get off seeing other men admiring
his wife.

  After the introductions, we all got into Earl's Buick and
headed out for the club.  I got into the back seat expecting
Paula to join me, but Joyce beat her to the seat.  My wife
grinned and slid into the passenger seat beside Earl.  Before
Earl had driven a mile, Joyce moved over, turned her body to face
mine, and pressed one of her large tits into my shoulder.

  "MMMmmm," she cooed in my ear.  "You're even sexier than your
photo.  I love the way you look."  She nipped my ear lobe with
her teeth to emphasize her comment.  A moment later, I felt her
hand exploring the crotch of my pants.  "Your cock looked really
long and thick in the photo.  How big does it get?"

  "About eight inches," I replied.  I felt her body shudder when
I said it.

  "Ooohhhh god.  I've never had one that big.  Is it really that
big?"

  "It is, but with you, it will be even bigger."

  "Oh jezz... UUmmmmmm... what a nice thing to say.  Can I feel
it?"

  "Of course... it will fuck you, but it won't bite."

  Joyce's hands captured my bulge... hefted it and then stroked
it.  Using both hands, she stretched my pants around my now very
hard cock so that she could estimate its length and girth.  "Gawd
damn!  You are huge.  Just feeling this thing has my pussy
dripping."  Joyce cooed as she snuggled even closer against me
and continued stroking my cock... almost jacking me off through
my pants.

  "Now is it my turn to ask some questions?" I said, licking her
earlobe as I whispered my question.

  "OOOohhhh... that feels so erotic.  Go ahead... ask me," she
sighed, her hips squirming on the seat

  "You wrote on the back of your photo that your breasts are
38DD.  Are they really that big?"

  "Yesss," she hissed.  "but with you, they'll get even bigger,
especially when you suck my nipples and make them hard."

  "What if I suck them right now?"

  "Oh god, yes, Honey.  Suck them... suck my nipples.  Make them
hard.  MMmmmmmmm."

  Joyce leaned forward to allow me to pull the dress straps off
her shoulders.  Once I had them off, the only resistance to my
pulling the dress down below her big tits was provided by the
sheer size of her tits.

  "You have to-die-for tits," I whispered in her ear as I hefted
first one large globe and then the other.  She sighed with
pleasure.

  After exploring every inch of the tits, I lowered my head,
extended my tongue, and went to work on her nipples.  They
hardened immediately.

  "OOOOHHHHHHHHH!  MORE!  MORE!"

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

  As soon as we were a couple of miles from the house, Earl
adjusted his rear view mirror not so he could see the traffic
better, but so he could watch what Gordon and his wife were doing
in the back seat.

  "You really get turned on watching your wife, don't you?" I
questioned while allowing my fingers to trail sensuously over
Earl's now very prominent bulge.

  "It's not that," he replied in a voice low enough that neither
Joyce or Gordon could hear him.

  "What then?" I asked not believing him for a moment.

  "We've had sex with other people at several parties, but this
is the first time we've been with another couple.  I'm worried
about Joyce's reaction.  I'm afraid she might freak out."

  "Relax, Honey.  The only way your wife is going to 'freak out',
as you say, is if she freaks out over the number of times Gordon
makes her cum."

  "How do you know that?"

  "Easy.  I'm a woman.  Your wife is a woman.  Women can always
tell when another woman is hot and ready.  And right now, Honey,
Joyce is more than just ready... she's wild to be laid."

  I could see that Earl's eyes were locked on his wife's image in
the mirror.  Suddenly, the car swerved, and Earl almost missed a
curve in the road putting the car into a ditch.

  "Watch the road, Earl! And fix your rear view mirror so you can
see the traffic.  I'll watch your wife and Gordon for you.  We
want to end up in bed tonight, not in a hospital or worse."

  Reluctantly, he adjusted his mirror as I had instructed. 
Leaning closer, he whispered, "Tell me what's happening."

  "Your wife just asked my husband if his cock was as big as it
looked in his photo.  He told her yes and she's busy right now
checking it out."

  "How?  What's she doing?  Has she got his cock out?"

  "No, but she's got both hands wrapped around it.  ....  And she
likes what she's feeling."

  We drove in silence for several miles before Earl said, "Take
my cock out, Paula."

  "No way, Lover!  Not while you're driving.  Later."

  We drove another couple of miles before I saw my randy husband
pulling Joyce's dress down.  Her tits were really big... even
bigger than mine, but not as firm.  "He has your wife's tits out
now, Honey," I said softly to Earl and immediately felt his cock
lurch and throb beneath my fingers.  A moment later, I thought I
heard him moan.

  "Gordon's sucking her nipples now, Earl.  She's loving it.  No
sign of freaking out at all if you don't count the fact that I
think your wife is about to cum."  This time, I did hear Earl
moan.

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

The Club:

  The club Earl and Joyce had selected had a spacious dance floor
with a high-fidelity sound system, subdued lighting, superb
ambiance, and good food.  "This is really a nice place," I
commented.  "Absolutely worth the extra drive."

  "We were hoping you would like it," Joyce said with a smile as
she scooted her chair close to mine.  Not to be outdone by the
sexy brunette, my wife did the same.  When the waitress came to
take our orders, Paula was pressed against Earl and Joyce against
me.  The feeling of her large breast against my shoulder was
erotic and cock hardening.  The fact that my wife also had her
tit mashed against Earl was not lost on me.  I wondered if his
cock was as hard as mine was.

  As luck would have it, our waitress was a young, sexy blonde.
Her name tag said "Louise".  As she took our orders, I noticed
that her eyes were taking in every nuance of the erotic tableau
taking place at our table.  At first, I'm sure she thought Earl
and I were with a couple of high-priced call girls, but then I
saw her staring at the wedding rings on the fingers of both
women.  The puzzled expression on her face was obvious.  I could
almost read her mind... Since the possibility that we were all
newlyweds was remote, why were we all so hot for each other? 
Then, almost like a light bulb turning on, she smiled as she
figured out what was going on.  When she looked at me, I winked.
She blushed, but recovered and winked back.

  The food was delicious, and all the way through the meal, the
women sat close.  Since they had to turn their bodies toward the
table to eat, their tits were no longer pressing into our
shoulders, but beneath the table, Joyce's thigh moved sensuously
back and forth over mine.  It was more than enough to keep me
hard.  I was sure Paula was doing the same thing to Earl.

  When no one was watching, I removed my pen from my jacket
pocket and wrote a short message on the paper coaster beneath my
drink.  Pushing it toward Joyce, she read the message:  "Take off
your panties... right here... right now."

  As soon as she read the message, her face flushed almost to the
point that it was color coordinated with her red dress.  She
stopped eating and laid her fork down on her plate.  With her
thigh pressed against mine, I could feel her trembling.

  Slowly, she pressed her hands down on her chair and lifted her
ass off the seat enough to permit her to pull her dress up to her
hips.  Earl was busy working on his filet mignon and noticed
nothing, but women are far, far more sensitive to subtle cues. 
When Paula heard the "clink" of Joyce's fork being laid on her
plate, I saw her eyes lift and focus on Joyce.

  With one quick, smooth motion, Joyce ever so slightly lifted
her ass off the seat a second time and pulled her panties down to
her knees.  Earl continue to eat without the slightest break. 
Paula, on the other hand, knew exactly what was happening.  Her
eyes fell on the coaster and the message written on it.  She
smiled at me and sensuously licked her lips.

  With her panties now around her knees, Joyce picked up her fork
and resumed eating.  I leaned over and whispered, "Take them all
the way off... now."

  I felt Joyce's body squirming as she moved her legs back and
forth gradually working her panties down to her ankles.  The
motion of her body finally caught Earl's attention, and he looked
at his wife curiously, clearly not realizing what was happening.
He continued to watch, puzzled, as I felt Joyce's legs lift.  A
moment later, she stepped out of her panties.  She looked over at
me and nodded to confirm that her panties were off and lying on
the floor beneath our table.

  When we had finished eating, Earl asked my wife if she would
like to dance.  She grinned, saying, "I thought you'd never ask,
Honey."

  As they walked toward the dance floor, I took the opportunity
to retrieve Joyce's panties.  After inhaling the musky aroma of
Joyce's cunt, I put the flimsy garment in my inner coat pocket.

  A few minutes later, Louise brought our after-dinner drinks to
the table.  Joyce was having a very difficult time sitting still
with my hand working between her wide-open thighs.  Louise
watched her squirming helplessly and winked at me.  As she placed
my brandy in front of me, she pressed a note into my hand.

  When she moved away, Joyce leaned over and gasped, "Please,
Gordon.  You're about to make me cum right here.  Let's head
home.  I can't remember ever being this hot."

  "Did it turn you on to take off your panties in a public
restaurant and sit there with your legs wide open?"

  As soon as I asked the question, I felt her clitoris contract
in a hard spasm under my fingers.  Her hard, erect clit throbbed
agin and again... pulsing and dancing.  Joyce's thighs slammed
together trapping my hand against her exploding cunt.  Her head
tilted back; her eyes clenched shut as her mouth opened to allow
her tongue to flick repeatedly over her top lip.  Somehow, she
managed to keep from crying out in her climax.  I saw Louise
watching from the side of the room... her hand pressed against
her pussy and moving in slow circles.

  With Earl and my wife dancing and Joyce in the throes of her
first orgasm of the evening, I took the opportunity to open and
read Louise's note:

  "Watching you make her take off her panties and keep her legs
open while you masturbate her is the hottest thing I've ever
seen.  I'm about to cum.  Call me and do me like you're doing
her... Louise... 389-4152"

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

  As soon as I moved into Earl's arms, I felt his throbbing,
iron-hard erection jamming into my mound.

  "Oh Baby.  You are HARD!  I mean like iron."

  "How could I not be... you've been rubbing and stroking my cock
all through dinner.  I had to ask you dance... just a little
more, and you were going to make me cum in my pants."

  "Ooohhh... I wish you hadn't stopped me.  That would have been
wild."

  "Wouldn't you rather have my load in your pussy rather inside
my pants?"

  "Sure... but both places would be even better."

  "True, but that's easier said than done."

  That seemed like a weird thing to say, but before I could ask
him about it, Earl changed the subject.  "Did you see my wife
squirming around at the table?"

  "It would have been hard not to see it.  She had been doing it
for awhile before you noticed."

  "Why?"

  "It's hard for a woman not to squirm around when she's taking
off her panties and doesn't want anyone to know she's doing it."

  "Taking off her panties?!  Here?!  Right here in the
restaurant?!"

  "Yes... yes... and yes."

  "That's why she was squirming around so much?"

  "That and the fact that my husband was finger fucking her once
she had taken off her panties."

  "How do you know that?"

  "Women know these things, Honey.  Women always know when
another woman is getting it and about to cum."

  "Maybe... but I'm not so sure."

  "Ok.  Can you see them at the table?"

  "Yeah.  But I can't tell if Joyce has her panties off or not. 
The table's in the way."

  "I'm going to drop an earring onto the floor.  You will be a
gentleman and retrieve it for me.  When your head is close to the
floor looking for it, look beneath the table.  Got it?"

  Earl nodded, and I removed an earring.  "Ok.  I'm going to drop
it.  Get it for me, Darling."

  Earl stayed close to the floor far longer than was necessary. 
He just couldn't stop staring under the table.  Finally, I pulled
on his shirt to let him know it was time to get up.  When he did,
his pants were tented, and I knew he was about to cum."

  "You were right.  Her panties are off and he's got his hand on
her cunt finger fucking her... right here in the restaurant.  I
can't believe it.  Why would my wife do something so hot and
dirty as that?"

  "Because Darling, your wife is with a hot stud who told her to
take off her panties... then he told her keep her legs open...
and later tonight, he's going to tell her to suck his cock and
then fuck herself on it.  Exactly what you plan to have me doing.
 Your right on the brink, Baby.  Want me to make you shoot?  One
or two strokes will do the job, I think."

  "I don't want to cum in my pants," Earl wailed.  "Let's head
back to the house."

  "I think that's a great idea, Earl!"

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

An Evening at the Bergman's

  Once more, Joyce and I were in the back seat of Earl's Buick as
Earl drove home with Paula sitting close to his side.  The orgasm
Joyce had had at the club had just whetted her appetite.  Her
panties were still in my jacket pocket, and I had gotten her tits
out before Earl had cleared the club's parking lot.  She was now
lying across my lap with her arms about my neck and her tongue
deep inside my mouth.
  "Oh fuck!  Your cock feels huge, Honey.  You've been playing
with my pussy for the last hour... it's my turn."

  I pulled my pants zipper down and whispered, "Take it out...
hurry!"

  She didn't hesitate a second.  Her hand moved inside my pants
and over my rigid, pulsing cock.  She squeezed the shaft and felt
my rod jerk hard in her hand.  "Oh my god... it feels like a
huge, writhing snake... ooohhhhhh, Honey... you weren't kidding.
You're got a fabulous fuck stick."

  Her hand pushed inside the waistband of my briefs and wrapped
around my shaft.  I got even harder, if that was possible.  I
could feel the precum seeping from the tip as I throbbed again
and again in her hand.  She squeezed the head with two fingers
and her thumb.  My cock surged and my hips lifted off the seat
began thrusting against her hand.  Joyce moaned, "Oh god... I
want this."

  We weren't even out of the city, but Joyce couldn't wait. 
After unhitching my belt, she got on the floorboard and pulled my
pants down my legs.  I was so hard that my briefs weren't
sufficient to contain my erection, which protruded more than two
inches above the waistband.  She squeezed me causing my hips to
rise six inches off the seat... then she ripped my briefs down my
legs.  Eight inches of throbbing man meat surged upward.

  "OH MY GOD!" she gasped.  Joyce thrust her body between my
legs, her hand cupping my balls and her mouth capturing my
swollen cock.

  My hips thrust upward instinctively as her mouth descended
causing five inches of cock to fill Joyce's mouth hole.  She
didn't even flinch.  Her mouth pulled back four inches and then
rammed downward again... this time taking in six inches of cock,
one inch entering her throat.  She grunted and moaned but
continued to suck in more and more of my cock.

  "MMMmmm... OOMMPPPFFF... AAAaaahhhh... OOMMPPFFF!"

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

  Earl's was driving with one hand with his other hand between my
thighs, rubbing sensuously over my panty-covered cunt.  After
listening and watching my husband pleasure Earl's wife for almost
two hours, my pussy was a swamp.

  "Your panties are soaked, Paula."

  "OOOOooohhhh yessss.... go underneath my panties, Earl.  Feel
my cunt... get into me," I moaned.  My head was now below the top
of the seat, and my legs were wide open.  Earl slipped inside my
panties and into my sex trench.  My moans mixed with Joyce's
coming from the back seat when his fingers began sliding up and
down my slit and around the opening to my vagina.  My ass was now
at the edge of the seat elevated almost a foot into the air.  I
humped frantically against the fingers that now pumped in and out
of my cunt.

  "Oohhhh yessss... fuck me, Earl.  Make me cum!" I begged.  He
rammed his fingers in to the hilt while his thumb worked my
clitoris.

  "I'M CUMMING!" I screeched as my ass arched high in the air and
hung there throbbing around Earl's plunging fingers.  He
continued to slowly pump in and out of my vagina until my
contractions ebbed.  His fingers slid out when my ass fell back
onto the seat.

  Reaching over, I felt Earl's cock.  It was iron-hard as I
expected it to be after finger fucking me to such an intense
climax.

  "Listen to them grunting in the back seat," he whispered. 
"God.  What are they doing?"

  After glancing into the back seat, I gave Earl's his report. 
"Your wife's sucking Gordon's cock.  From watching, I'd say she's
sucking all eight inches into her throat and my husband's about
to shoot off in her mouth."

  A moment later, we heard the loud, masculine grunts of a man
about to pump cum into a hot woman.  "Oh god!  He's about to cum
in her now, isn't he?"  Earl moaned.  "Jezzz... it's going to be
a huge load... listen to the way my wife is gulping and howling."

  Beneath my stroking fingers, Earl's cock had gone completely
flaccid!  I was surprised... no, actually shocked.  I had
expected him to get so hot listening to his wife sucking Gordon's
cock that he would cum in his pants.  Instead, he had lost his
erection completely even though I was stroking him and had my
naked tits pressed into his shoulder.

  From the back seat, we heard, "I can't wait any longer, Honey.
Please!  Stick your cock into my cunt... PLEASE!"

  "Mount me, you hot Slut.  Get on me and fuck yourself on my big
cock, Joyce."

  Again, Earl whispered to me.  "I'm not sure my wife can take a
cock as big as his.  He's going to tear her pussy apart."

  "A woman's pussy stretches, Earl.  Don't worry.  Your wife's
gonna take every inch and love it.  Just listen."

  "OOOHHHHHHHHHHH  FUCKKKKKK!  IT'S GOING INNNNNNNNNN.....
UUNNGHGHHH... BIG HUGE COCK!  AAAHHHHHH.... GIVE IT TO ME! 
HARD!"

  "Damn!  Your cunt is really tight!  Amazing!  Feels fantastic!
Pump your ass, Joyce."

  "Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!  I'm cumming!    I'm fucking cumming on
your big cock... pump it to meeeeeeeeeee!"

  "OH HELL YES!  Take it!  UUGGHH!  UUGGHH!  UUGGHH!"

  The musky aroma of sex filled the car as Joyce wailed in an
intense climax.  Gordon was holding her hips and slamming his
cock in and out of her with hard, determined strokes... each one
driving all eight inches of prick into the woman's exploding
pussy.  Just watching that huge shaft sinking in and out of
Joyce's hole had my pussy gushing again.  Earl, however, was now
not only flaccid, his cock seemed to have shrunk.

  He seemed to shrink even more when he heard his wife gasping,
"Ooooohhhhhh... you're cumming in me... I can feel your big cock
throbbing and shooting.... aaaahhhh... fuck!  Pump me full, Stud!
 Give it to me!"

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

  Before we reached The Bergman's home, Joyce had had several
orgasms, and I had cum twice, once when she was riding my cock
and a second time when she was sucking me.  When we were entering
their driveway, I had Joyce spread out on the back seat, one leg
on the floorboard, the second one up in the back window, eating
her juicy pussy.  Her vagina was already beginning to pulse as
her clitoris expanded and contracted with increasing frequency as
her orgasm approached.

  "Ok.  We're home.  Get dressed.  Everybody out," Earl
announced.

  "Oh god... not yet!  Don't stop, Honey.  I'm about to cum,"
Joyce wailed.

  Leaning closer, I said, "I want to do you in a bed.  I'm make
you cum even harder once I get you in the bedroom.  Come on. 
Forget the clothes."  Joyce giggled and a moment later, the two
of us were running into the house naked except for Joyce's heels.


  As we raced for one of the bedrooms, Earl was yelling at us.
"For god's sake, Joyce.  What if the neighbors saw you running
around naked like that?"

  "Forget them, Earl.  Let's find another bedroom so you can get
me naked," Paula suggested.

  Once inside the master bedroom, I pushed Joyce onto the bed
where she instantly spread her legs and raised her knees. 
"Finish me, Honey.  Please.  I'm on fire!"

  I didn't make her wait.  She squeezed her big tits as I worked
my tongue up and down her pulsing sex trench.  Every time I
pushed into her vagina, she moaned and bucked.  When I finally
moved up to her swollen and throbbing clit, her hips went into a
frenzy of motion... thrusting high in the air and humping wildly.

  "UUNNGGGHHH.... cumming... I'M FUCKING CUMMINIG!  AAAEEEEIII!"

  Suddenly her juices spurted and drenched my face, but I didn't
let up on her convulsing clitoris.  Spasm after spasm ripped
through her cunt.  Both her vagina and ass opened and closed
repeatedly as each hard contraction erupted deep inside her
pussy.

  She was still throbbing when I pulled away.  "Get your legs up
in the air, Joyce.  I'm going to fuck you."

  Her legs literally flew up.  She grabbed herself behind her
knees and pulled them all the way back until they mashed against
her tits.  Lowering myself over her body, she spread wider to let
my chest press against her tits.  A moment later her mouth opened
wide as mine covered hers.  As we kissed, her pussy moved
sensuously over my swollen cock.

  "Put my cock inside your cunt, Joyce," I whispered in her ear.
She moaned rapturously as her hand closed around my shaft.  I was
so hard and full, her hand wasn't able to completely circle my
cock.  She pressed the head against her opening and hunched
upward.  Her cunt captured the head easily, and I sank my full
length into her depths.  We both groaned with the delicious
sensation.

  I fucked her slowly at first... pulling 7 of my 8 inches out
and then steadily pushing back into her until the head pressed
against her womb.  Once buried in her, I rotated my hips and
ground myself against her sensitive clit bringing added bursts of
pleasurable grunts from the impaled woman.

  As our excitement rose higher and higher and our moans became
more and more desperate, I fucked her faster.  Her heels were now
pointed straight at the ceiling where they jerked back and forth
each time the thick shaft plunged into her throbbing hole.

  Abruptly, I pulled out and moved my tongue back to her engorged
clitoris.  Her moans instantly changed to wails of ecstasy.  Her
clit contracted in a series of hard spasms.  Again her juices
spurted.  Joyce's hissed with intense female pleasure as the
orgasm engulfed her.

  When she was at the acme of her spasms, I mounted her again and
rammed my cock deep inside her erupting vagina.  Her eyes flew
open... her mouth stretched wide with the intensity of the
sensations flooding through her body.

  "I'm going to cum in you again, Joyce.  Are you ready?"

  "Shoot it in.  I'm still cumming... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
she wailed.

  After I had emptied myself into the hot cauldron of her cunt,
she wrapped her legs around my hips and hugged me tightly against
her body.  Our organs throbbed together in the aftermath of our
mutual orgasms.

  "Where in hell did you ever learn to fuck a woman like that?"
she gasped as her legs gripped even more tightly.

  "Paula taught me."

  "WOW!  I've never... ever... been fucked like that."

  "Are you too tired to go again?"

  "You're joking?"

  "No.  Not at all.  I was just hoping that you weren't too worn
out.  I understand if you need to stop."  My hips once more began
to grind against her mound.

  "Oh fuck... I don't believe this.  You're getting hard again?!
You're going to fuck me again... OH MY GAWD!"


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

  Earl followed me into the guest bedroom while looking over his
shoulder at the open doorway to the master bedroom.  I quickly
undid his belt and pulled his shorts and pants to this ankles. 
He kicked off his shoes, raised his feet, one after the other,
and I tossed his pants and shorts to the side.

  "Sit on the bed, Stud and take off your shirt."  I got rid of
his socks while he was pulling off his shirt.  "MMMMmmmm... nice
cock, Honey.  Nice and hard.  Very suckable." I knelt in front of
him and slowly slid his cock into my mouth.

  Earl moaned and fell back onto the bed.  I followed with my
mouth never leaving his prick.  As I sucked him, I used one hand
to cup his balls and the other to jack off the shaft.

  "Ooohhh... suck me, Paula.  Suck me!"

  He had a nice 7-inch dick, which I promptly pushed all the way
into my throat and began deep throating him.  Earl's hips bucked
upward fucking my mouth.  It didn't take long before I felt his
rod beginning to throb and jerk.  Another minute or so and he
would empty his load into my belly.  But I wanted his cum inside
my pussy.

  Backing off, I stood right in front of him and jerked my dress
down to my waist baring both of my 36DD tits.  They weren't as
big as his wife's, but they were big enough to make his cock jerk
with lust.  Pushing the flimsy dress to the floor, I stepped out
of it.  Now naked except for my panties and heels, I took a seat
the desk beside the bed, and said, "Want me to take off my
panties and show you my cunt, Honey?"

  For an answer, he squeezed his cock.  I could see it throb when
I pulled off the panties, leaned back supporting myself with one
hand on the desk, and spread my legs wide open.  "Like my cunt,
Lover?  I want you to fuck it.  Fuck it hard!"

  I got on the bed beside him, gave his rigid organ another quick
suck, and then rolled onto my back with my legs up and back. 
"Stick that gorgeous dick in me, Stud.  Fuck me good."

  Earl rolled over on top of me and moved his hips into my sex
saddle.  I spread wider to give him room and at the same time,
arched my hips to make my pussy a perfect target.  Earl snapped
his hips forward with masculine authority!  His cock powered into
me like a pounding piston.

  "UUNNGGHH!  Fuck meeeeeeeee.... you Hhot, big-cocked bastard! 
OOooohhh gawd!  That feels fantastic!" I howled.  I howled even
louder when Earl pulled back and hammered his iron-hard cock back
into my waiting cunt.  It surged all the way to the bottom of my
throbbing hole where it thudded into my womb.  I hissed with
female pleasure.

  Then, from the master bedroom, we heard, "Shoot it in.  I'm
still cumming... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

  Earl stopped in mid-stroke bringing a moan of loss from my
lips.  "Don't stop... please.  Fuck me.  DON'T STOP!"  I could
feel his cock softening inside my vagina.

  He pushed his cock back to the bottom of my pussy and pumped my
pussy two more times before we heard Joyce gasping, ""Where in
hell did you ever learn to fuck a woman like that?" Earl's
stopped his fuck motions again... this time his prick went from
being a steel-hard fuck shaft to a flexible, semi-hard rod.

  "Forget them, Lover.  Fuck my hot cunt, Baby," I pleaded.

  Earl nodded but before he could drive his cock back into my
depths, he heard his wife's voice again.  "Oh fuck... I don't
believe this.  You're getting hard again?!  You're going to fuck
me again... OH MY GAWD!"

  Earl's penis went completely soft and a moment later it slipped
out of my still throbbing pussy.  "He's killing her.  She can't
stand being screwed that much... that hard.  I need to go help
her," he groaned.

  "What's the matter with you?  You wife is loving it!  So was I
until you stopped pumping my cunt with your beautiful cock. 
Don't worry about Joyce, Honey.  She's fine.  Fuck me.  Please!"

  It was useless.  Earl was already scrambling off the bed and
heading toward the master bedroom leaving me lying on the bed
with my legs still up in the air, my knees pressed against my
tits, and my pussy throbbing.  I briefly thought about finishing
myself with my fingers, but that seemed just too ridiculous to
consider.  I got off the bed and went to see what was about to
happen in the master bedroom.

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

  Joyce was riding my cock like she was mounted on a wild
stallion.  Her long, black hair was flying, her big tits were
bouncing high, and my thick shaft was making erotic squishing
noises as Joyce repeatedly drove all eight inches into her
convulsing pussy on each trip of her ass up and down my cock. 
She was moaning continuously.

  "Oh! Oh! Oh! so fucking good!  UUuummmmm... Un-huh... un-huh...
oh pump me, Honey.  Pump me good."

  "Are you all right, Joyce!!" Earl yelled from the doorway. "Are
you in pain?  Is he hurting you?"

  Joyce's hips stopped moving just at the moment when my cock had
thudded into the bottom of her pussy.  Snapping her head in
Earl's direction with her eyes blazing, she screamed, "What the
hell's the matter with you?  Of course I'm all right.  Why are
you here?  Go back to Paula."

  Unfortunately, Earl didn't have enough sense to retreat. 
Instead he plowed on.  "But you were screaming and yelling?  I
thought you were in pain... being hurt."

  "I'm not in pain, you idiot!  I'm being fucked... hard... by a
fantastic cock and I'm about to cum.  Now get out of here.  Go
make Paula cum."  I began fucking Joyce again.

  "But..."

  "GET OUT OF HERE!!!"

  Earl now beat a hasty retreat as his wife beat her cunt up and
down on my stone-hard shaft.

  "Ooohhh give it to me, you hot stud.  I'm gonna cum again."

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

  When Earl came back into the guest bedroom, he looked dazed. 
His cock was now totally flaccid and hanging limply between his
thighs.  "I thought she was being hurt," he moaned.

  "I told you that she was having a great time.  Now come over
here and let me get that sexy cock of yours back into working
order.  My pussy is a swamp.  I need you to finish me... more
than once."

  Earl got onto the bed on his back.  Kneeling over him, I put
his limp organ back into my mouth and began sucking him hard
while letting my lips slide up and down the full length of his
prick.  After several minutes, I had managed to take his mind off
the sharp rebuke he had received from Joyce, and his cock was
beginning to show some sign of life.

  After five more minutes of sucking, cupping his balls, and
sliding my finger in and out of his ass, I had him almost hard
enough to fuck me.

  Pulling off his rod, I whispered, "Want to fuck Gordon's wife,
Honey.  Want to stick your cock in his wife's cunt and fuck her
like a hot slut... make her scream ... and pump her pussy full of
your big cum load?"  His cock lurched in my hand at my words, and
I devoured it again.

  In the master bedroom, Joyce screamed like a banshee: 
"AAAEEEIIIII.... GGGHHAAAA... OH GOD... GO EASY, HONEY...
OOOOHHHH SHIT YOU'RE STRETCHING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... UUUGGHHHHH!!

  Fifteen minutes of work was instantly shot to hell as Earl
almost immediately lost his erection.  "I know he's hurting her
now.  She's not having orgasms... she's in pain."

  "Relax, Honey.  She's not being hurt... she's being ass fucked.
 Gordon's knows exactly how to do it so a woman loves it.  Just
listen for a moment and you'll see."

  Earl pulled away from me and once more ran to the master
bedroom.  As he entered, I heard him screaming, "You're hurting
her, Gordon.  STOP!"  I didn't have to listen to Joyce's reply. 
I knew what was coming.

  "SHUT UP, EARL.  GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!  Unless you'd like
to stay and watch Gordon ass fuck me and make me cum."

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

  When Earl came back into the guest bedroom, he found me fully
dressed and retouching my makeup at the dresser.  He just stared
at me quietly.  There wasn't much else he could do as his cock
was as limp as fully cooked spaghetti.  "Come on.  Let's see what
we can find in the kitchen.  Got any beer?"

  Earl followed me like a puppy dog into the kitchen where I
found beer, crackers, cheese, and some French onion dip.  After
spreading out the food, I smiled and said, "Have a seat, Earl. 
Have a beer and relax."  I was already fixing myself some cheese
and crackers and sipping a Bud when he sat down.

  Earl poked at his food and drank some beer without speaking for
10 minutes or so.  The sound of squeaking bed springs, female
cries, and masculine grunts continued unabated.

  "They should be finishing soon, don't you think?"

  "No.  No chance of that," I replied as I fixed some more
crackers and cheese.

  Fifteen minutes later, Earl asked if I would like for him to
get me off with his tongue.  "I don't think so.  You'd just get
me right on the verge of cumming... Joyce would start screaming
in another orgasm, and you'd run away again leaving me high and
dry."

  "I'm sorry."

  "Yes.  You are."

  We had been in the kitchen for an hour when Earl got to his
feet and said, "They must be done by now.  They been screwing for
almost two hours.  I'm going to go check."

  "Sit down, Earl.  Unless you want to be sleeping on the couch
for the next month or so."

  I was amazed when he enough to sense to sit back down.  But his
good sense only lasted 10 minutes.  "I'm going to check.  They
have to be done."  This time, he didn't wait for a reply as he
hurried down the hallway to the master bedroom.

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

  Joyce and I had wrestled playfully on the bed for awhile until
I finally tried to mount her.  "I didn't say you could fuck me
again, you insatiable stud," she said giggling and rolling away
from me to the other side of the bed.

  "I didn't get off the last time I screwed you.  I'm still hard
and need to cum.  Come over here and take care of your lover."

  "No.  You'll get the idea that I'm easy... just a hot piece of
ass that you can fuck anytime you need to cum."

  I laughed at her wit and responded, "We've already established
that your one hot piece of ass, Honey.  Now come over here."

  "No."

  I scrambled after her and she ran around the bed.  I followed
with Joyce giggling continuously.  She crawled back over the bed
to the opposite side to elude me, and we played sex tag for
several minutes.  Of course, she didn't want to win the game so
after several minutes, she allowed me catch her.

  "Unhand me, you monster.  Don't you dare put that big cock in
my pussy... I'll cry rape!"

  I picked her easily as she squirmed in my grasp making certain
that she rubbed her big tits over my chest and her wet, open
pussy against my cock as she was "fighting to get away".  I
carried the delighted female over to the couch and deposited her
on her back.

  "Oh please, Sir... don't."

  "Don't what?"

  "Don't stop... what the hell else do you think I meant?" she
hissed hotly.  "Fuck me.  Pump me full of cum.  I've never had a
man cum in me six times in one evening."

  "Then we're about to set a record."  Shoving her legs apart, I
held her right leg high in the air.  Joyce arched her hips for
me, and I nailed six inches into her cum-filled cunt.  The second
stroke buried all eight inches.  I began to grunt, and she
started moaning.

  I fucked her steadily with forceful strokes for several minutes
until I could feel her vagina beginning to throb.

  "Oh screw me, you dirty bastard.  I'm going to cum when you
do."

  Just as I could feel the sperm and semen rising from my balls,
we heard Earl's voice once more.  "Are you guys about done?  It's
probably time to call it an evening."

  "Gawd Damn you Earl!  You miserable, insecure, little shit! 
Can't you see Gordon's fucking me?  And we're both about to cum.
Sit down and watch how a real stud fucks me.  Or you can stand
there and jack off."

  Turning back to me, Joyce growled, "Fuck me hard, Gordon.  Fuck
the shit out of me!  Shoot my married cunt full of hot cum, baby.
 GIVE IT TO ME!"

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

  On the drive home later that night, Paula was quiet for the
first 20 miles or so.  Finally, she turned toward me.  "I need to
apologize to you, Darling."

  "Why?  I was about to apologize to you."

  "Because of the way I have been laughing and making fun of your
predicament with Alice and her Dobermans.  You had to sit there
in the bar alone all evening while I was having a great time in
bed with Harold.  Tonight, I had to do the same thing while you
balled Joyce.  It was awful."

  "I know it was, and I'm really sorry.  I should have realized
and cut the evening short."

  "No.  That's not true.  You had no way of knowing that Earl had
never made it with me."

  When we were about 15 miles from home, Paula scooted up close
to me and pressed her breast against my shoulder.  Nipping my ear
lobe with her teeth, she whispered, "I know you're too drained
and exhausted to get it up again and fuck me, but I would really
appreciate it if you would get me off with your hot tongue a
couple of times so I can get to sleep.  Would you mind?"

  "I have a counter proposal."

  "Yes?" my wife asked nervously.

  "You strip naked except for your heels and lie down on the
seat.  Put one foot up on the dashboard and the other on over the
seat, and I'll finger fuck you to as many orgasms as you can have
until we get home.  After we get home, I'll lead you to our
bedroom with my fingers in your cunt, spread you out on the bed
and make you cum again on my tongue.  Then, I'll fuck you until
you ask me to stop."

  "Oh god!  Can you really do that?"

  "Of course, but I warn you, I won't stop... at least not until
I've cum in your deliciously hot pussy."

  Things happened exactly as I described.  When I finally
ejaculated in my wife's cunt after fucking her to several
orgasms, we both fell into an exhausted sleep with my shaft still
encased snuggly inside her very satisfied pussy.

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

Epilog:

  Joyce called me several times after that first meeting asking
me to meet her somewhere.  I politely declined each time, and
each time, I later told Paula about Joyce's invitations.

  "Why don't you go ahead and meet her.  Didn't you think she was
a good fuck?"

  "Yes, but you're better, and I don't want to start meeting
other women without you."

  "Why not?  I met with Harold a couple of times after that first
evening with Alice and her Dobermans."

  "Yes, and you had to be my sex slave for a week afterwards as
your penalty."

  "Penalty?  You really think being your sex slave for a week was
a penalty?  Honey, that was more fun than being with Harold... by
a long ways."

  About two months later, while we were having dinner, Paula
said, "Earl called me today."

  "Really?"  I was shocked.  "What did he say?"

  "First, he apologized for his behavior when we met them.  He
told me that they been with two other couples since then, and
he's gotten over his nervousness and insecurity.  He asked me to
give him a second chance to prove he can please me in bed."

  "And?"

  "And you've been a real prince about refusing to meet Joyce,
and I think Earl must have developed a lot more confidence to get
up the nerve to call me.  I'm pretty sure he won't have any
trouble getting me off several times if we meet them again, and
you can enjoy his hot wife.  Let's invite them over here this
time."

  A week later, the Bergmans came over.  We had a drink and were
ready to leave for dinner and dancing at Richard's Club, but Earl
had other ideas.

  "You and Joyce have another drink while Paula and I have a
quickie.  I want her to know that tonight's going to be very
different than last time.  I also want her cunt full of my load
while we're at Richards."

  I called Richard's and moved our reservations up a half hour. 
We were still 10 minutes late.

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