To Build a Fire
by RLM
Reality Check:
Alyson Linhart was still sitting at the breakfast table 30
minutes after her husband Roger had left for work at his office
from which he managed the chain of fast food restaurants they
owned. In a city with a Vo-tech school, a junior college, and a
larger university, all filled with young people, the fast-food
chain had prospered. Although not glamorous or exciting, the
business had produced a substantial income for the young couple.
Rising from the table with her cup of coffee in-hand, she
strolled through their upscale, 3500 square foot home. She still
adored the house with its spacious grounds, beautiful backyard
swimming pool with bathhouse and redwood deck, and gorgeous,
expensive furniture. Walking into the master bedroom, Alyson
laid out the outfit she intended to wear that afternoon when she
and Megan planned to go shopping and have a late lunch at one of
the new cafes in the Magnolia Mall. She had just purchased the
dress and matching heels the previous week, but now looked at
them without interest.
At age 30 and financially secure, Alyson Linhart was
disillusioned and demoralized. Most of all, she was bored.
Everyday, her 32 year old husband did the same thing with their
chain of restaurants. Everyday, she did the same things with her
friends and acquaintances. In the evenings, she or Roger cooked
something to eat or they went out to dinner. Later, they made
like couch potatoes as the watched meaningless and often
ridiculous sitcoms or movies on TV.
In the bedroom, it was even worse. For the first several years
of their marriage, she remembered with a grin how Roger had said
many times that she was an insatiable nympho... which was
fortunate because her stud husband couldn't get enough of her hot
body, her wet mouth, throbbing cunt, and tight asshole. Now... 8
years later, they were having perfunctory sex once or twice a
week. Roger was so much overweight and out of shape, there was
no way he could screw her vigorously for more than five minutes.
For her part, she knew that she was a lousy bed partner and an
unexciting fuck ... just lying there like a dead fish with her
legs open letting her husband use her vagina.
Stripping off her nightgown, Alyson entered her spacious master
bath, which contained a sauna, whirlpool bath, shower, bathroom,
and dressing room. She surveyed her nude reflection in the
full-length mirror and got even more demoralized and disgusted.
"Shit," she said aloud. "It's no wonder Roger has no interest
in fucking me. I look like a sow. Just look at those ugly rolls
of fat around my stomach and all that flab on my ass. What the
hell do I weigh now anyway?"
The Linharts had an expensive scale in their master bath, but
Alyson hated to get on it. Since she had never seen Roger use it
either, she figured that he hated to use it as much as she did.
Gritting her teeth, Alyson mounted the scale. She started
pushing the weights to the right. They passed the 125 mark, her
weight when she and Roger were married, moved to the 140 mark but
still the bar didn't drop. "Oh fuck... this is just awful," she
moaned aloud. The weights reached the 150 mark. The bar stayed
up. She fought the urge to get off the scale. She shoved the
weight to the 155 position. Nothing happened nor did the bar
descend when the weight reached 160. By the time the bar dropped
at 166 lbs, Alyson was crying.
She was still crying 10 minutes later when she stepped out of
her shower. As she dried her large body, she cringed when she
again caught sight of the unsightly rolls of fat the covered her
once sexy body. Putting on a robe to covered her nakedness, she
went back into the kitchen, poured herself another cup of coffee,
this time without cream and sugar. At 11:00 AM, she headed over
to Megan's for their afternoon at the mall.
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The shopping was no different than it ever was. All the
clothes that I liked were too small to fit an overweight sow like
me. At lunch, I ate too much. As I stuffed food into my mouth,
I fully realized that I wasn't eating because I was hungry; I was
eating to fill a void in my life... eating out of self-pity.
When I dropped Megan off at her home, it was only 2:30 PM. I
couldn't bring myself to drive home and spend three hours alone
eating more food because I was so depressed over my life and how
I looked. On impulse, I stopped at a bar, parked, and went in to
have a stiff drink to dull my senses.
At 2:30, the place was nearly empty except for a half-dozen or
so men who were all at the bar drinking and exchanging sports and
sex stories about the hot women they had banged over the weekend.
At first, their conversation stopped when they saw a woman
enter. But when they saw that I was just a fat sow, probably a
drunk, they went back to their stories.
I had been sitting alone at a table sipping my bourbon and
water when I saw one of the men get up and approach me. He was a
big guy, somewhat overweight himself, maybe early 40s, and
obviously some type of day laborer judging from the sweat-stained
T-shirt, old jeans, and work boots he wore. He looked like a
red-necked hick with his bald head and the stubble of beard on
his chin and under his nose.
"Hi. I'm Jack. Can I sit down?"
"Not much of an approach, but what can fat sows expect anyway,"
I thought. I hated being alone and no other man had shown any
interest in me at all, so I heard myself saying, "Sure. Why not.
I'm Alyson."
"What'cha drinking?"
"Bourbon and water."
"Nother bourbon and water over here for Alyson, Max," he called
out to the bartender. "And I'll have another Bud."
After our drinks arrived, Jack said, "We don't get many ladies
in here... particularly married ladies. What brings you here?"
"Just thirsty... are you married?"
"Me? Naw! Used to be, but my old lady got tired of being
married to a hick garbage collector... so she split several years
ago."
"That what you are... a garbage collector?"
"Yeah... they call us 'sanitation engineers'... ain't that a
hoot! You look like you've been crying. What's the matter?
Hubby cheating on you?"
"No. Although if he was, I couldn't blame him as fat as I am."
"You're not that fat, Alyson... and I ought to know... I've
bedded some really fat ones."
"I'm 41 lbs. overweight," my voice cracked, and I almost
started crying again. "And if that's not enough, I'm a dead fish
in bed... too fat and lazy to move my ass."
"You gotta be home soon?"
"No... not until 5 PM. I'm here because I didn't want to sit
home alone for two and a half hours feeling sorry for myself."
Jack stood up and said, "Good. Let's go."
"Go where?"
"To my place. It's not the Hilton, but it's clean. Come on."
"I can't. I've never done that."
"Didn't think you had... not a classy woman like you.
Particularly not with a loser like me. Listen... It's been over
three months since I've been with a woman. What woman would want
to get it on with a garbage collector who has very little money
and even less of a future. I'm a garbage collector... and that's
all I can ever be. I got no other experience ... no education
and my IQ is 95."
"But as much as I want to fuck you ... never had a classy woman
like you... you need this more than I do. Right now, you're so
down on yourself it's just gonna keep gittin worse. And as bad
as it gets fer you, it's gonna be even worse fer your man... it
always works that way. I got no future... but you have a
big-time future. I can't do nothin about being a garbage
collector, but you can easily fix your problems and have a great
life. You just gotta believe you're woman enough to do it. Now
come on. I'm not much to look at, but I'm a really good lover."
Naturally, Jack drove an old pickup truck. There was a hula
girl hanging on a chain from the rear view mirror. But when he
pulled me close, his strong arm hugging my body, and told me how
good I felt, I wouldn't have cared if he had been driving a Model
T.
He kept his eyes on the road and drove carefully, but his arm
hugged me all the way to his apartment. "Oh god, Alyson. You
feel so warm... so feminine. Never had a woman like you in my
arms... never."
I couldn't believe I was going to this man's apartment to cheat
on my husband. I was also having difficulty believing how good
he was making me feel about myself. Before we were halfway to
his place, I felt my pussy getting wet. A few minutes later, I
felt the wetness coating my thighs. I hadn't felt like this in a
long, long time.
Jack's hand slipped down from my shoulder until it was gently
caressing my breast. He may have looked like a rough, red-necked
lout, but his touch was tender and erotic. When his fingers
reached my nipple, they circled it... then carefully tugged on it
as he rolled it between his fingers. I gasped with the erotic
sensations his touch was causing.
"Too much? Did I hurt you?"
"Oh no! More please... more. It's wonderful."
His big hand closed over my breast... squeezing it with just
the right amount of pressure to let me know how much he loved
feeling me ... just the right amount to make tremors surge
through my belly and make my pussy throb ... just the right
amount to make me feel like a woman pleasing a man.
It had been more than a year since I had felt my husband's
penis while he was driving. But there was no way I could resist
feeling Jack's. I moved my hand lightly over his big bulge being
as gentle with him as he was being with me. I was shocked at the
rigidity of his cock! He was hard as steel.
"Oh my god! You're hard... so damn hard ... and it's hot," I
hissed as my hand moved over his organ.
"I told you I've never been with a woman like you. I've been
hard ever since I sat down at your table... but not this hard...
when you let me feel your tit and nipple, I got so hard it hurt."
"Can I take it out?"
"Better not, Honey. I want to get to my place in one piece."
"So you can get a piece of my ass?" I questioned teasingly. I
felt Jack's cock lurch in his jeans when I said that.
"I can't understand why in hell you don't think you're an
erotic, sensuous, desirable woman. Do have any idea how hot it
gets a guy when you say something like that? You're just an
awesome woman."
I snuggled even closer, and Jack was quick to take advantage of
my new position by sliding his hand inside my dress and bra. The
feel of his rough, workman's hand on my bare breast was electric.
He cupped me, twisted my nipple, and then squeezed my large
globe. My pussy and his cock both throbbed in response.
I couldn't resist squeezing his cock. His groan was music to
my ears. I unzipped him and slid my hand inside. His cock
jumped to the touch of my fingers. It pulsed like an enraged
snake when my fingers squeezed and stroked the sensitive head. I
was hefting and cupping his balls when he pulled into his
apartment complex.
All the way to his front door, he was kissing me and running
his hands beneath my dress up to my now soaking wet panties. He
tried to unlock his door, but I was humping against him so hard,
he couldn't get the key into the lock.
"Be still a moment, you delicious woman, so I can get it in."
"I can't wait until you get it in, Jack. Hurry. Oh god...
please hurry. I'm on fire."
When Jack got the door unlocked, he pulled me inside and the
two of us worked frantically to get each other naked. If it had
been a contest, I would have won. Men's clothes are easier to
get off than women's, and besides that, Jack kept getting
distracted every time he got some interesting part of me naked.
When he got my dress open and saw that I was wearing a red teddy,
he just moaned. "Fuck... that's so damn hot and sexy, Alyson.
Slowly, he pulled the teddy down and released my left tit,
sucked it, pinched the nipple, squeezed it. Then he started on
the other one. When he had both of my tits out, he couldn't
resist sucking my nipples until he had them both swollen, erect,
and throbbing. He also had my cunt pulsing and gushing.
His cock was cut, rock hard, about 6 and half inches in length
and thick. Roger's cock was bigger, but I couldn't have cared
less. This cock was driving me wild... this guy was driving me
wild.
"Oh god, Jack. Please. I'm about to cum right now."
The hot, randy stud ignored me. He took his time, working me
higher and higher. Every time he touched a new part of me, he
felt every inch, licked and sucked every inch and then told me
how sexy and hot I was. He obviously didn't care that I was fat.
Jack moved behind me with me kneeling on his bed. His cock was
pressed against my back, throbbing and pulsing. Precum was
running down my back as his cock slid up and down in its own
juices. Reaching over my shoulders, his hands circled both of my
tits... squeezed and cupped them, pressing them together as
fingers pleasured my erect nipples.
Blindly, I groped for his cock, found it, and caressed its
sensitive head bringing excited male groans from Jack's lips.
His cock became impossibly hard ... throbbed... then jerked in my
hand. Frantically, he pulled away before I could make him cum.
He turned me and attacked my tits with his hungry mouth.
When he pulled his mouth off one of my tits, there was a loud
sucking noise before he moved to the other one. His tongue
trapped my hard, throbbing nipple and licked it... up and down
... lashing and sucking. Suddenly, my cunt just erupted in hard
spasms.
"AAAahhhhhhhhhhhh.... I'm cumming, Jack! You're making me
cum," I howled in rapture.
My lover's response was to push me onto my back and thrust his
face against my climaxing cunt. His tongue slashed at my
exploding clitoris bringing garbled screams from my throat. My
belly muscles convulsed in hard knots from the intense pleasure
he was giving me. My sex hole contracted in another surging
orgasm. At the height of my rapture, Jack sucked my clitoris
into his mouth and tortured it with his tongue. I came again.
Finally, I was begging him... pleading with him to stop.
He did stop, but I wasn't permitted to collapse on the bed and
fall asleep. He gently pulled me to my knees and presented his
rigid, throbbing erection an inch in front of my face. I stared,
mesmerized, at the swollen purple head that leaked a steady
stream of fluids. "Suck it, Honey. Suck my cock."
He didn't have to ask me twice. I literally rammed my mouth
down his throbbing shaft until my lips were buried in his pubic
hair. The head was in my throat, but I was too hot... to turned
on to gag. Jack stood rock still in front of me, his teeth bared
with the hot sensations my mouth was creating. I stopping
sucking him for a moment so I could speak.
"You can cum in my mouth is you want to, Darling. I promise to
swallow every drop."
"Oh god... that's so fantastic, but I'd rather cum inside your
cunt. Can I? I have some condoms somewhere if I need to use
them."
"You can cum any where you want, and you won't need a condom.
Just jizz my hot pussy and fill me full Stud."
I went back to sucking him all the way. For variety, I pulled
back and licked and sucked the head while I jacked him off into
my mouth.
"Enough! Enough! No guy can take much of your mouth without
shooting, Alyson. You're just too fucking good. I want to fuck
you now."
Jack made me stretch out on my back. Holding his cock in his
hand, he mounted me. I couldn't suppress a groan when I felt him
probing the head of his cock between my meaty cunt lips. For a
minute or so, he masturbated my clitoris with his cock head. It
was indescribably delicious. Then, the swollen knob pushed at my
elastic cunt mouth. I was about to be fucked by another man for
first time in my eight years of marriage. I couldn't wait for
it.
"Ready for it?" he asked, his cock poised right at my opening.
"YES!" I screamed. "FUCK ME!"
"Tell me what you want."
"I want your cock in my married hot cunt hole, Darling. Give
me your cock!"
He snapped his hips forward sinking his rigid sex spike deep
into the steaming channel of my drenched and eager cunt.
"OOOoohhhhhhhh god!"
"Good? You like it in your pussy, Alyson?"
"It's wonderful!" I screamed as my hips rammed upward against
my lover's cock. I couldn't remain still. It was too
exciting... too intense.
Jack had told me he was a good lover and he proved it. For a
moment, he let his cock throb and soak deep inside my pussy. His
balls were moving slowly right above my asshole.
"Please... please," I begged. "Don't tease me. Fuck me. I
need it... Oh god how I need it!"
Lowering his body onto mine, he began to fuck me. At first, he
used long, slow strokes, sinking deep each time, and then pulling
out, almost all the way, before plunging in again. I heard
myself panting. My body writhed frantically against him as I
pressed my eager cunt up to receive each powerful stroke. He
fucked me like a master cocksman, and my wild howls of delight
paid tribute to his skills.
Jack supported his weight on his arms and watched my tits
jiggling as I squirmed on his cock. My legs rose of their own
accord and wrapped around his hips. The position tilted my cunt
upward into perfect position. Immediately, I felt his cock slug
deeper into my cunt.
"I love the look of hot passion on your face when I fuck you,
Honey. Your mouth is open ... love that... and watching your
tongue slide over your top lip is out of this world. Can you
hear the sucking slurping noise your cunt is making every time I
fuck into you?"
"Ooohhh god yes... I'm so full of juice... you have me so damn
hot."
"You want my load now?"
"Oh fuck YES! Let me have it, Jack. Cum in my married cunt
hole. Make me cum!"
He started ramming me like a wild stallion. I locked my ankles
around his back and held on for dear life as I took his fierce
fucking. He was pistoning in and out of me with hard, powerful,
rapid strokes, each delivered with masculine authority into my
helpless, throbbing pussy.
Within moments, we were grunting and gurgling together as Jack
emptied his balls into the hot mouth of my quivering cunt, and my
vagina clamped down on his ejaculating cock in the throes of an
intense orgasm.
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We lay side-by-side on the bed for 15 minutes... hardly
moving... just trying to catch our breath. Finally, I pushed
myself up on my elbow, grinned at my hot stud and told him
truthfully, "That was the most wonderful sex I've had in the last
two or three years. I can't believe that you were that good with
a fat sow like me."
That comment brought Jack to life. He raised his body over me
and said softly but with unmistakable male authority, "I don't
ever want to hear you say anything like that ever again. You're
overweight... yes... but a fat sow you are NOT! You said you
were 40 pounds overweight. That can be lost in four months. If
you lose the weight, you'll be so damn gorgeous, you'll make men
cum in their pants, but you will not be better in bed than you
are now... because that's simply not possible. You are a hot,
incredibly delicious woman and an unbelievably good fuck.
Understand!"
When I nodded, he ordered, "Say it! Tell me what you
understand."
"I'm a delicious fuck... a hot piece of ass. A sensuous,
exotic woman."
"You are, and that might have been the best sex you've had in
two or three years, but it was the best I've ever had in my
entire life. Unfortunately, I know that this is a one-time thing
for us, but I want you to know that I'll remember this afternoon
to the day I die."
He kissed me softly and we lay together holding each other for
awhile before I asked, "Will you tell your friends at the bar
that you fucked me?"
"No. This is my private memory to cherish for a lifetime. I
wouldn't share it with anyone besides you for any price."
After a bit, I reluctantly said, "You have to drive me back to
my car. I only have about an hour left to get home. We should
leave."
"I know," he said, the sadness in voice was obvious. He pulled
on his T-shirt, then stopped, and asked, "Do you think you could
spare another 15 or 20 minutes so I can fuck you one more time?"
I felt my cunt throb. He wanted me again! There was no way I
could possibly say �no� no matter how late it made me getting
home. "Oh yes. Fuck me again, Darling. How do you want me?
You can have me anyway you want."
"When I masturbate, I often fantasize that I have a beautiful
women here and I'm fucking her on the couch over there with her
legs high in the air and me pounding her hard. Could we do it
like that or are you too sore?"
I was off the bed in a flash. I practically ran to the couch,
got on my back, and pulled my legs high in the air. I spread
wide open so he could see my cunt and ass holes. "Fuck any hole
you like, Darling. Hurry. I feel like I already about to cum."
Jack mounted me supporting his weight with his hands on the
arms of the couch while I held my legs back with my hands beneath
my knees. Unlike the first fuck, this one was hard and fast.
His prick surged in and out of my dilated and pulsing cunt like
the piston on a race car.
"Oohhh god damn... I�m cummingg... aaaahhhhh... you're
fucking meeee.... oh oh oh oh oh oh!"
He held my ass and powered his raging sex spike deep into my
convulsing channel. My clitoris was throbbing like crazy as it
danced in and out of its protective sheathe. I came again before
Jack told me wanted to try one more position before he filled me
with his second load.
"Anything, Darling. How do you want me?"
"Move over to the center of the couch, Honey. Move your ass to
the edge of the couch, raise your legs straight up in the air.
That way I can put both feet on the floor for leverage and really
fuck you hard. If it's too hard, tell me. Don't let me hurt
you."
"Darling... it doesn't hurt a woman to be fucked by a loving
consummate stud like you." I was licking my lips in wild
anticipation as I took the position with my legs high and wide,
pointed straight at the ceiling. My lover stood directly in
front of my waiting cunt, leaned over as I put his hard shaft
into my cunt. We both screamed as it rammed deep into my hot
pussy. It only took us a minute or so to reach a mind-blowing
orgasm. Jack load filled me as I screeched like a mare being
bred by a raging stallion.
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Recovery:
When Roger arrived home from work that evening, he found Alyson
dressed in a pair of jeans that were several sizes too small for
her body, which wasn't surprising since it had been two years
since she had been able to wear them. She also had on a sweater
that was equally too small.
"What's going on, Honey. Why are you wearing those clothes.
You look ridiculous."
"Of course I look ridiculous, Honey. I look ridiculous because
I'm 41 lbs. overweight. I put these on so we both would see just
how ridiculous I look. I'm so sorry, Darling. I don't see how
you can even get an erection looking at me, much less fuck me and
have an orgasm. And I know I've been a lousy fuck... lying there
like a dead fish because I'm too fat and tired to fuck a man
properly. But that's going to change! I promise. Now sit down,
I want to talk."
"Really? he questioned, obviously puzzled. "What makes you so
certain?"
"I just know we can do it. I know I can change," I said. Of
course, I had no intention of telling him how I knew it ... that
I had been a hot whore in bed with a man I had just met.
Roger was too stunned to speak, so he sat down on the couch
beside me. "You're just as much overweight as I am, Darling.
You're only 32, but you huff and puff like an old man when you're
screwing me. If we keep this up, in a few years, I'll be so fat
you won't want to even look at me, and you'll have a heart
attack. I know most of this is my fault. I've cooked the wrong
food; I've let myself go and become a dull, lifeless screw and an
unexciting woman for you. That has gotten you so demoralized
that you've given up too. I want our exciting, wild life back.
Starting today, we're going on a diet. I've enrolled us both in
a daily, evening exercise program that involves aerobics, weight
lifting, stretching exercises, the whole nine yards, and we're
going every evening... no excuses!"
Roger nodded, but he was obviously skeptical. And he had good
reason to be. I had said a thousand times that I was going to
lose weight and never had.
"I promise, Darling. We're both going to get our health and
our bodies back in shape. We're also going to get our sex life
back in better shape than it's ever been. I'm going to be the
hottest fuck you've ever had and you're going to be the sexiest
stud any woman has ever had between her legs."
My husband might not have believed me at the moment, but my
words got him hard. That night he gave me a very good, hot
fucking... not as good as Jack and not nearly as good as he had
six years ago, but it was a great start. I had two orgasms,
neither faked, and he poured a huge load into my excited pussy...
my third cum load of the day. Of course, my darling husband
didn't know that.
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After that night, I purchased several recipe books for dieters.
The one I used the most was the weight watchers collection of
tasty, but low calorie, dishes. I started packing lunches for
Roger so he wouldn't go out and eat calorie-laden fast food.
Dinner was on the table promptly at 6 PM and it was tasty but low
calorie.
The next day, I asked Roger for permission to cancel all the
premium TV cable services, retaining only the basic package.
After reluctantly agreeing, he asked, "What are we going to do in
the evening for entertainment. Going out every night will get to
be a drag after a very short time."
My answer was to lie down on our couch, lift my ass and pull my
skirt up to my waist, and then spread my legs. "I intend to keep
you very well entertained with this, Darling." I pulled my
panties aside and arched my naked pussy toward him.
"I don't know. We can't fuck all the time. You'll kill me."
"We don't have to fuck to have sexy fun, Lover. For example,
don't you think it will be fun to watch your dirty wife finger
fucking herself and masturbating?"
I could actually see Roger's cock becoming erect inside his
pants. It didn't surprise me because he had begged me repeatedly
to let him watch me masturbate. I had always put him off one
way or another with the result that he had never seen me
pleasuring my hot pussy and making it cum. The thought of
getting to do so put instant starch into his dick.
"And that's not the only way we can hot, sexy fun, Baby.
Wouldn't you just love to hear about the guys I fucked before I
met you... what they did... how often they did it?"
My husband got harder. "And if I run out of things to tell
you, well... you know women talk just like men do. I know all
the dirty little secrets of all of our female friends. Don't you
think it would be fun to hear how Marsha Balanger is fucking her
high school lawn boy this summer?"
Roger's cock was now hard as stone.
"And how about role play... wouldn't it be fun to take turns
being sex slaves?"
That was as far as I got. My randy husband ripped off his
pants, jerked his shorts down, and threw himself between my wide
open thighs. My raging tiger nailed his 7 and a half inches into
my cunt on the first stroke. It hurt a little, but it thrilled
me. There was no way I was going to tell my stud to go easy with
me at first... I wanted him hard... I wanted him wild to bang
me... and I wanted his cock in me. And I got it ... oh shit...
did he ever give it to me. It was the hardest, most intense
screwing he had given me in a year. My darling husband was 45
minutes late getting to his office.
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That night after dinner, we went to our first exercise/aerobics
class. Although our trainers started us slowly on easy
exercises, we were both panting after 30 minutes.
Carson was the head trainer, a job for which he was very well
qualified. With a degree in physical education and therapy from
the state university, he was 28 years old, in excellent physical
condition, and great knowledge about how to get other people into
similar condition. Seeing us panting, he smiled and said, "Don't
worry you two... that's normal. I want you both to rest for 15
minutes before you start the next set of aerobics and weight
exercises."
That procedure, exercise - rest, was repeated four times that
first evening. Both of us were having trouble moving after that.
Carson approached and said, "You're both doing incredibly well
for your first time. We're done with the aerobics and weight
work for tonight. Time for the stretching exercises. Marvin
will work with you, Roger, and I'll show Alyson the stretching
routines."
A short time later, I was lying on my back on a mat with Carson
at my feet. He picked up one of my feet and lifted my leg up to
a 30 degree angle and held it there. I could see his eyes
looking at my crotch. Even though my leotard covered my pussy, I
knew my position made it erotic. "I want you to repeat this lift
ten times with each leg, Alyson, then, rest. I'll come back to
show you the next set."
As heavy as my thighs were, the exercises that looked so simple
became painful before the 10 reps were done. Carson allowed me
five minutes for rest and showed me the second set. Again, he
picked up my leg and this time moved it as close to vertical as
my joints would permit. "This is harder, Alyson, so we'll start
with five reps for each leg. Be sure to hold your leg up when
you get it as high as you can. Then, you can rest again."
Once more, I was panting with the exertion by the time I
finished. Carson saw this and allowed me a little more time to
rest. "Last set," he announced. This time, he lifted both of my
legs as close to vertical as I could manage. Once he had them
up, he moved them apart as far as his arms allowed. Standing
over me as he was, we both realized that he was now staring at my
leotard-covered pussy while I was in one of the classic female
fucking positions. I had to give the guy credit. Somehow, he
kept from getting hard... probably because I was so fat that I
didn't turn him on enough, in spite of the erotic position he had
me in.
"Five reps for this, Alyson. Lift - open - close - drop your
legs to the mat... over and over... five times."
This time he stayed while I did the stretching exercise.
Presumably he stayed to make certain that I was doing the
exercise correctly, but I knew he was watching intently each time
I opened my legs with them up in the air. I even kept them open
longer than necessary. By the time I finished, I thought he had
a partial erection. I loved it!... Just loved it!"
That's it for the stretching, Alyson. Time for a relaxing
massage so your muscles don't cramp up before our session
tomorrow evening, and then a relaxing dip in the pool with Gloria
leading you and Roger in some water aerobics."
The fact that Carson had Roger in a different room than me did
not escape my notice. Carson had me lie on my stomach on the
massage table while he worked oil into my shoulders and arms,
massaging each with firm strokes of his hands. Then he moved
downward to my thighs and repeated the massage, again working the
muscles with his talented hands. It felt marvelous!
After ten minutes, he was done with my backside. I was
disappointed at first, but then he said, "One side done. Turn
over, Alyson." My disappointment vanished instantly at the same
time as my pussy contracted in anticipation.
Again, Carson worked the oil into my shoulders, biceps, and
triceps. He massaged my pecs being very careful not to touch my
breasts. I wouldn't have said a word if he had. When he had my
top done, he moved downward and worked the front and back of my
thighs and calves. Finally, he worked the inside and outside of
both legs. I had to spread my legs a little when he was doing my
inner thighs. Again, he got a partial erection that fitted
perfectly with the slow pulsing of my pussy beneath my leotard.
We finished the session with refreshing water aerobics. After
a quick shower, we were on our way home. Although we were both
tired, we were also excited with the thought that in just a few
short months, our bodies would undergo major changes.
"How was your massage?" I asked.
"Relaxing... very enjoyable. First one I've ever had," Roger
replied. "How about you?"
"I loved it... particularly when Carson opened my legs a little
so he could massage the muscles on my inner thighs."
"Fuck! Did he touch you? Did he try anything?"
"No, Darling. Not a thing, but the thought that he might have
has my pussy wet. Tonight, I need for you to massage all the
parts that Carson missed."
My husband shook his head. "I'm so tired I not sure I can."
"You just lie on your back, Darling, and you sex slave wife
will do all the work."
An hour later, after sucking my husband's cock until he was
hard as iron, I was riding him... bouncing wildly on his
throbbing shaft. He might have been tired, but he did a
masterful job of getting his horny wife off twice. At first, he
had warned me that he was probably too tired to be able to reach
an orgasm. That proved to be an urban legend when his swollen,
throbbing shaft contracted in repeated hard spasms, each one
delivering a huge gush of potent sperm and semen into my waiting
cunt.
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At the end of the second month, Roger had lost 19 pounds and I
had lost 17. Just as importantly, we felt much, much better. I
could see my breasts firming up and Roger's abdomen becoming flat
and hard. He was working on the weights like a man possessed.
His increased strength was obvious from the increased size of his
biceps, triceps, pecs, and leg muscles. He told me his drives on
the golf course were going 20 to 30 yards further than they had
before. From my point of view, I could see the improvement most
in the vigor with which he fucked me. His cock was again
powering into my cunt with masculine authority... his hips were
driving my ass deep into the mattress, and we were both exploding
with more force when we came.
By the end of the fourth month, my weight was down to 132 as I
had lost 34 pounds. Roger's initial weight of 230 had dropped to
189 with his 41 pound weight loss. We were doing harder, more
vigorous exercises and stretching routines. I was almost to the
point where I could spread my legs into a 180 degree angle... not
quite but close. Roger's body more and more looked powerful and
hard with rippling, bulging muscles. It even seemed to me like
his cock was a half inch longer and thicker. He was taking me
like a consummate, demanding stud stallion. I just creamed when
he picked me up abruptly and took me to bed to use my hot body.
For my part, when I looked in the mirror, I saw a sensuous,
sexy, desirable woman. My breasts... no my tits... my sexy
tits... no longer sagged, but stood proud at 36D. My ass was
full, but it was tight. Roger never stopped moaning and gasping
when I worked on his embedded cock with my newly invigorated
vaginal muscles, which I had been exercising both in bed and out.
One morning, I decided it was time to reveal my new hot cunt
fully. I spent an hour carefully shaving it completely.
Afterwards, I oiled it and ended up masturbating furiously with
my fingers until I exploded in a hard, squirting climax. I
couldn't wait to see Roger's reaction when he went down me.
There was also a significant change in Carson when he watched
my stretching routines and later, when he gave me my massage. He
could no longer keep from getting an erection. We were halfway
into the fifth month. I was on the massage table with Carson
working on my shoulders and arms while I was on my back. With my
36D tits thrusting upward, hard and firm, and half exposed by the
fact that I had pulled my leotard down a little before mounting
the table, Carson was having a difficult time. His erection was
obvious.
"That looks painful," I said with a soft smile.
"I'm sorry. I just can't help it. Would you like for me to
get Gloria to finish your massage?"
"Why? I'm not gay. I like a man's hands on me."
"I like having them on you."
"My shoulders seem to really turn you on."
"Why do you say that?" he asked, puzzled by my comment.
"Well, you spend all the time with your hands on my shoulders
and arms... nothing else. Judging from that huge bulge in your
shorts, you must get off on shoulders and arms," I teased,
seductively, I hoped.
"I could be fired, you know."
"Not unless you go around bragging about your conquest. The
door's locked and I'm not saying a word. Do you intend to brag
to all your buddies?"
That was all the encouragement Carson needed. His hands pulled
the top of my leotard down baring both of my breasts. For the
first time, my tits were completely and thoroughly massaged by
Carson's soft hands, by his even softer lips and tongue, and
finally, as he straddled my body, by his very hard cock. He took
pains to massage the inside of both tits by pressing them against
his cock as he moved it back and forth in sensuous massage
motions. He was hard as stone... maybe 7 and half or eight
inches of man meat.
I moaned with loss when he moved back to the foot of the
massage table. My moans increased when I felt him unsnap the
crotch of my leotard and push it up to my hips. At first, I had
worn panties underneath, but I had stopped that practice a month
before. If Carson ever unsnapped my leotard, I wanted nothing
but my wet pussy underneath. It was his turn to groan when he
saw my naked, wet cunt waiting for him.
"I think this needs a very thorough massage with something
soft, like a tongue."
"Mmmmm... that sounds very nice, but I don't think the massage
will be deep enough to get to every thing that needs to be
massaged, Carson."
"Then, after I do the outside with my tongue, I'll have to
switch to a deeper probe."
I started to say something, but then Carson's tongue spread my
pussy open and sank into my slit. Once in, he slid it up and
down my sex trench, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. My
hips rose off the table as my cunt throbbed around his probing
tongue. I had to bite my knuckle to keep from screaming, which
would have let everyone in the place know what Carson was doing
to me. I kept myself under control until his tongue reached my
throbbing clitoris. That caused my legs to fly apart as my clit
and cunt hole exploded in a series of hard contractions. My sex
juices spurted all over Carson's face, but he didn't slow down.
Stroke after stroke lashed my convulsing clit... more juice
poured from my spastically contracting vagina.
"Oh god... stop... stop. I can't take any more. I need a
deeper probe... please," I moaned desperately.
Carson stood up between my gaping thighs, pulled my ass to the
edge of the table and gave me the probe I needed. He gave it to
me hard... deep... ramming my ass back down onto the table as his
full length plowed into my hot hole. He massaged me thoroughly.
Back and forth... working on every throbbing inch of my cunt. My
hands were balled into fists as they clutched the sheet. I felt
my lips pull back as my mouth stretched wide open. He rammed me
again... hard... then harder ... forcing my tongue out into the
air where it curled, the tip sliding across my upper lip.
His hands moved under my thrusting ass and his fingers massaged
my ass hole while his cock was thudding into the bottom of my
cunt on every thrust. I came. Hard. He felt the intense
contractions of my cunt around his shaft and that was all he
could take.
"I'm going to cum, Alyson. Can't hold back any longer... too
fucking hot," he gasped.
"Wait... wait... cum in my mouth so my husband won't know you
fucked me."
He nodded, pulled out, and I scrambled to get off the table and
onto my knees. After the marvelous fucking Carson had just given
me, I didn't want him to shoot his load all over the floor. He
deserved a woman to take his load. Kneeling in front of him, I
could see his grimace as he struggled to prevent ejaculation
until I was in position. Quickly, I opened my mouth wide,
extended my tongue and waited for his huge load. Ten seconds
later, two huge gushes of semen blasted into my mouth. The next
spurt hit my nose and ran down my cheek. Two more splattered
over my chin, and the final two cum jets hit my neck and tits.
The hot stud had pumped a monster load into my belly and all over
my face, neck, and tits.
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Halfway through the sixth month, I was at my target weight of
125 lbs, and Roger had also reached his at 175. I had lost 41
pounds of fat, and my husband had shed over 50. He was one
hard-bodied stud. He had not just lost weight, he had replaced
body fat with rippling hard muscle. Just looking at his body
when he had his shirt or pants off made my cunt wet. At my
request, he had thrown away all his boxer shorts and replaced
them with hot bikini briefs that had to struggle to contain his
cock. When he got hard, the briefs had no chance as the swollen,
purple head and two inches of hard meat would stick out the top
of his briefs. That, combined with his powerful body, would make
any woman cream her panties and spread her legs if he told her
to. I was no exception.
My husband was even more turned on by my new hot body, firm
tits, shaved cunt, tight ass, tight cunt, and powerful vaginal
muscles. All I had to do to end up on my back with his cock
fucking me was just take out one of my 36D tits, or show him some
thigh or pussy. Although we had reached our goal, neither of us
had any interest in restoring the premium TV channels. We were
too busy teasing each other and fucking.
After our first sex session, Carson fucked me three more times,
but after that we decided to stop. He didn't want to get fired,
and, although he was a good fuck, he really wasn't in my
husband's league. Of course, I didn't tell him that. I just
agreed it was too risky for us to continue having sex. Even
though my husband was a better lover, I was delighted that Carson
had wanted me so much that he had risked his job in order to fuck
me. That did wonders for my female ego.
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A New Lifestyle:
There was absolutely no comparison between the things Roger and
I now enjoyed and our activities prior to what we now both
referred to as "our transformation". Before that, I read,
shopped, did some volunteer work, visited with my female friends,
watched TV, and slept. Three or four times a month, Roger would
put his cock into my pussy and cum. About half the time, I would
also cum. The other half of the time, I faked my orgasms. Now,
there was never a boring moment.
For example, two weeks ago, I called Roger around 3 PM. He
answered his cell phone on the first ring. "Hello, Linhart
Restaurants. Mr. Linhart speaking. How might I help you?"
"I spent some our hard earned money without permission this
afternoon, Honey."
"Did I give you permission to do that?"
"No. I just spent it anyway... without permission. I'm
sorry."
"How did you waste our money, Alyson?"
"I went to an adult video shop and bought some things,
Darling."
"Interesting. What did you buy?"
"A belt, a particular kind of belt. It's called a fuck belt."
"Sounds incredibly erotic, but tell me, what's a fuck belt?"
"It's sort of like a chastity belt... in fact, if you want to
protect my virtue, Darling, you can use it that way. Anyway,
there's a belt that goes around my waist. Then there's a second
strap that goes between my thighs with a lock in front. The
strap between my thighs holds every thing in place."
"What things?"
"Why the vibrating dildo that goes into my pussy, Honey, and
the butt plug that you push into my ass. The belt strap holds
them in place deep inside me. If you make me wear it, I'lI have
to spend the day with my ass being stretched and my pussy being
vibrated. The manager guaranteed me that I would lose track of
the number times the fuck belt makes me cum during the day."
"Oh fuck! Are you wearing it now?"
"Umm-huh ... and the manager was right... I can't stop
cumming... aaaahhh.... god... almost there, Baby... almost
there."
"Was it expensive?"
"It's really nicely made, Honey. The list price was $125 with
vibe and plug included, but I got it for just the $8 sales tax."
"That's quite a sale!"
"Oh, it wasn't on sale, but the manager of the store offered to
sell it to me for the sales tax alone if I would allow him to
show me how it works, how to put it on, and how to properly
insert the dildo and plug."
"I don't believe you. You're making this up."
"No I'm not! You'll see it on me when you come home, Darling."
"Damn! I'm hard... I mean really hard! Did the manager try
anything with you? Did he try to fuck you?"
"Of course not, Darling. In fact, he was very helpful. He
took a long time showing me how to put the belt on properly and
insert the plug and dildo so that the belt would hold them in
place perfectly. When I didn't understand, he showed me every
thing again."
"When he was convinced I knew how to do the insertions
properly, he helped me put on the fuck belt. He even locked me
in it. Of course, he gave me one of the keys."
"One of the keys?"
"Yes, Darling. Just one. He kept the extra one... just in
case I lose mine and have to call him for help."
Roger groaned and I said, "I'll be waiting for you, Honey.
Don't be late. This thing is really driving me crazy for your
cock."
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The erotic teasing and games weren't all one-sided. My hot,
randy Stud kept me on edge wondering what was going to happen
next. One morning he called me and said I would be receiving a
package by special delivery. I was to put on the clothes that
were in the box and nothing else.
I said, "Sounds hot and erotic."
"Oh it is. Don't cook dinner. We're having a late dinner out.
A limo will pick you around 7 PM. The driver has already been
paid in full with tip. He has full directions. Just get in and
relax. Remember, wear only what's in the box and follow the
instructions."
My husband hung up leaving me incredibly curious and very
excited.
When the box arrived that afternoon, it was much bigger than I
expected. When I opened it, I understood why. There were three
different outfits, each wrapped in a separate clear bag. The
three bags were numbered 1, 2, and 3. The letter in the box was
a set of instructions from my sexy husband.
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Alyson, I have a very erotic evening planned for us tonight.
Be dressed in outfit Number 1 when the limo arrives. Do not go
out to meet him. When the doorbell rings, tell him to come in
and be sitting so that he see all of your legs, half of your
tits, and a good portion of the black thong. After you get into
the limo, follow the remaining instructions. I can't wait to
hear what happened. Love, Roger.
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The only clothes in bag Number 1 were a white dress that came
only to mid-thigh and exposed half of my tits, a pair of white
and black 4-inch heels, and a black thong. After bathing and
fixing my makeup that evening, I put the dress on, pulled the
thong up my thighs and stepped into the heels. I felt almost
naked... and I felt hot and ready, which I was certain was
exactly what my husband had in mind.
Promptly at 7 PM the doorbell rang. Following the instructions
contained in the letter enclosed with the clothes, I yelled out,
"Come on in. The door's unlocked."
The door opened and a uniformed limo driver entered. I had
expected an older guy. Instead, my driver looked to be all of 19
or 20 years old. His eyes almost bugged out of his head when he
saw me sitting on the couch with one foot up on the arm, my short
dress all the way up to my hips so that my thong was exposed. I
could see his eyes darting back and forth between my exposed
cleavage, my openly displayed thighs, and the enticing black
strip of cloth guarding my cunt.
"Are you my driver?"
"Yes... eh... yes Mam. I'm George."
"Do you have a driver's license, George?"
"Yes Mam."
"Good... and don't call me 'Mam'. My name's Alyson. I hope
you know where we're going, George, because I don't."
"I do, Alyson. I have detailed directions as to where to take
you. I'm to wait for you to... eh... get done... eh ... I mean
finish ... and then bring you home."
"Let's go. The guy I'm meeting doesn't like to be kept
waiting."
George held the door open for me as I climbed into the back
seat of the limo. When George was seated behind the wheel, I saw
him adjusting his mirror so that he could see me clearly. I
followed the next instruction by leaning back and hoisting my
left foot up onto seat. The position spread me wide open giving
George an unobstructed view of my thong-covered cunt.
"How far is it, George?"
"It's about a half hour drive, Alyson, so make yourself
comfortable."
"I will, George. I will."
Roger's list of instructions told me to take off the white
dress and put on the second outfit from the box. "I have to
change clothes, George. I didn't know where we were going, and
there's no way in hell I could wear in public what the guy
tonight wants to wear."
As soon as I pulled the top of my dress down to expose all of
my tits and hard nipples, the car severed slightly. "Haven't you
ever seen a woman's tits before, George? Be careful."
The only thing I left on was the black thong. After repacking
the white dress and the black and white heels, I leaned back in
the seat, lifted one leg after the other and pulled the dark,
fishnet hose up to the tops of my thighs. Strapping the pink and
black garter belt about my waist, I hooked the hose to the
garters and then removed the matching pink and black, push-up
demi bra from the bag. There were two small panels that could
have covered my tits, but Roger's directions said to have the bra
below my tits completely exposing them. The only function the
bra served was to push them up and out. Finally, I slipped my
feet into the black platform heels.
I glanced at the front seat and saw George's eyes were
switching back and forth from the road to me. Time to give him a
show as my sexy husband had directed. Sitting back down on the
seat, I steepled my right knee and spread wide open totally
exposing my black thong. With the bra pulled below my tits,
George was getting a great view.
There was nothing to do now but wait. I watched George leering
at me in his rear view mirror. I could feel... almost smell, the
teenager's lust and desire. There was no doubt that his cock was
rigid and throbbing. I spread even wider and pretended to adjust
my bra, but what I was actually doing was hefting and cupping my
tits for George's benefit.
It wasn't long before I could see his arm moving steadily as he
stared at my body. "You're jacking off aren't you, George?"
He blushed deep red in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I've just
never seen a real woman as beautiful as you."
"Real woman?"
"Yeah... a real woman instead of the girls I date from high
school."
Now it was my turn to be turned on by this young man. "Don't
stop, George. Just be careful. Would you like for me to spread
wider ... maybe move my hips to the edge of the seat?"
"Oh yes, please," he moaned.
I scooted to the edge of the seat and put one heel up above the
right-hand window and the other heel above the left-hand window.
"You like seeing me wide open like this, George?"
"Oh fuck.. oh fuck... oohhh fuckkk!" he groaned as his arm
moved faster and faster.
"If you save it for our return trip, I'll show you a lot more,
George. I can't right now because the guy I'm doing tonight
wants me dressed like this when we arrive."
"I don't think I can hold it," he moaned.
"A man can always hold it if the reward is great enough, Honey.
Just think about algebra ... something other than my tits and
hot cunt."
The poor guy groaned even louder when I mentioned my 'hot
cunt'.
"Are you a ... you know... a professional?"
"You're asking me if I'm a whore?"
"Are you?"
"I'm a very, very expensive call girl, George."
"Can I ask how expensive?"
"$1,000 for the two hours you'll be waiting for me... or less."
"Why less?"
"Some guys cum fast and can't get it up again, Honey. But you
can count on waiting the full two hours with this hot stud. He's
fucked me before and there's no way in hell he's not going to
giving it to me for the full two hours."
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George stopped the limo in front of the Hilton bungalows.
"Check the outside for me, George. Make sure the coast is clear
and then knock on the door. When the guy opens it, I'll run in
before I get arrested for indecent exposure." A moment later,
Roger opened the door, smiled at me, and I ran inside.
Once I was safely inside, Roger slammed the door shut behind
me, pulled me into his arms, kissed me hard, and whispered, "I
hope your worth the $1,000 I'm paying you, Slut"
"I am, Honey. I am. But before I show you just how good I am,
we need to take care of the financial arrangements."
"Of course." As Roger picked up his pants to get his wallet,
he asked, "Did you fuck George on the way over here?"
"He couldn't afford me, Honey. He's only 19. I did spread
wide open for him and let him stare at me while he jacked off
though."
"That was considerate of you. How big a load did he shoot?"
"He didn't cum."
"He didn't cum??? How the hell did he keep from shooting off
with you posing for him?"
"I promised him that I would do a lot more than just pose for
him on the way back if he held his load. He's got a lot of
control for such a young man."
"What are you going to do for him on the way back?"
"I'll at least strip naked for him and let him see my cunt
while he jacks off. Any more than that will be up to you to
decide before I leave, Darling. Now, where's my money, Honey?"
My husband walked to the bed and dropped, one after the other,
ten one-hundred dollar bills into the middle of the bed. I made
them disappear, and then said, "I'm yours for two hours, Honey."
"Are you wet, Baby?"
"I'm soaked, you hot Bastard... I've been in heat all day
since getting your call. If you don't do something soon, I'm
gonna call George in here."
"Let's see how hot and wet you are." My husband jerked my left
leg high in the air leaving me to balance on one leg and with my
hand on the arm of the couch. He pulled me close and pressed his
sex spike into my cunt. It entered me easily. His hips thrust
forward, powering six inches of cock into my cunt.
"UUUINNNGGGHHHH... yeah... fuck it, Stud... Fuck it!" I
screamed.
"George will hear you."
"I know. He's at the door or window listening."
"He's probably watching as well as listening," my husband said
between his grunts caused by my pussy throbbing wildly about his
embedded prick.
"How?" I hissed as I felt the intensely erotic pleasure of a
hot male animal fucking me.
"I ... UGH! ... left the ... UGH! UGH! ... the curtain...
aahhhh UGH! UGH! ... open a... UGH! UGH! ... a little... aahhh
shit... your cunt is tight and hot ... a little so he could...
UGH! UGH! watch me fucking you! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!
UGH!"
Some time later, after my husband had made me cum six times, he
was hammering my cunt in doggy position getting ready to shoot in
his second load. His powerful hips slammed into me causing me to
grunt like a sow. The iron-hard rod pounded against my womb
sending shivers of female delight all over my body.
"Cum in me, Stud. Cum with me. I'm gonna explode again on
that huge prick of yours," I husked in hot heat.
Roger pounded me so hard I couldn't keep my hips up for him...
he just drove them down into the couch. Once there, I couldn't
escape and got an incredibly hard fuck before I felt his cock
expanding and throbbing deep inside my cunt. The load roared
into me at the same time as my pussy squirted and my clit danced
wildly in its climax.
As we approached the two-hour mark, I moaned in Roger's ear.
"This was wonderful, Darling. I've been in heat all day and
tonight you made me cum 11 times. Do you want to cum again. I
usually don't let my johns go over the time limit but for a stud
like you, I'll make an exception."
"Hot cunted whore," he hissed in my ear.
"Oh yess... I am. Fuck me, Lover. Make me cum again."
"Get on top of me, Slut. Fuck yourself on my big cock, Baby.
Get us both off."
It only took me a few minutes to squeeze another cum load out
of my husband's now totally exhausted cock. When he was emptying
his balls into me for the fourth time that night, I had my 12th
climax.
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My husband was still lying naked on the bed when I was once
again dressed in my hot fuck-me outfit, my tits completely
exposed as before. "Well, Lover, I hope you got your money's
worth. Call me again... any time, Stud. Now, I gotta go. My
randy limo driver is waiting with his balls about to explode."
"What are you going to do with him?" Roger asked.
"Let him jack off while he checks out my naked, and now very
well-fucked cunt."
"Anything else?"
"That's up to you, Darling. Am I going to do more with him?"
"Do you want to fuck him?"
"I've never had a 19 year old guy since I was in high school,
Honey."
"Really? How many did you have in high school?"
"I'll tell you the next time you've got me naked in our bed.
Now I really do need to go. George is going crazy waiting for
me. He's been watching you screw me for two hours and listening
to me screaming while you did it. He's got to have a terrible
case of blue balls by this time. I'll see you back at the house
later?"
"Of course. No way I'm going to miss sleeping with you."
I smiled and opened the door. I was halfway out when my
husband said, "Honey..."
"Yes?" I asked looking back.
"Fuck him... take your time. I'll wait up for you."
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I checked to see if anyone was in the parking lot. When I saw
no one, I hurried to the limo, my naked tits bouncing as I ran, a
fact that was not lost on the wildly excited teenager. When I
got into the back of the limo, I saw George staring at me, his
face flushed with lust.
"Did you shoot off, George?" I asked. If he said "no", I
intended to believe him whether it was true or not.
"No... Oh god... I wanted to! I listened and the curtain was
open a little. Sometimes I could see that guy fucking you. He
really gave it to you. I never seen anybody fuck that hard and
that long."
"Is your cock hard right now, George?" I asked knowing full
well that he had to be so hard, he was in pain.
His response was a groan followed by, "It's hurts. It really
hurts. I've never been this hard for so long... can I jack off
now? You said you'd show me more."
"You can already see all of my tits, Honey. Let me take off my
thong so you can see my cunt. If you turn on the overhead light,
you can see all of me a lot better, George." He had the lights
on before I got the thong off my heels. I spread wide open on
the back seat, making certain to sit so he could see my shaved
pussy.
"Can you see it, Honey? Does my naked cunt turn you on?"
"Ooohhhhh god... can I get in the back with you so I can see it
up close while I jack off?"
"Of course... come on, George. Get in the back seat with me."
He was in the back with me in a flash. Kneeling on the
floorboard, he got his head between my open thighs and stared at
my pussy from a foot away as his hand began stroking his rigid
cock.
"Are you sure you want to jack off, Honey?"
"Please, I can't wait any longer. Let me do it and cum...
please."
"I just wondered if you wouldn't have more fun fucking me than
jacking off. I'm really a hot fuck. You'll love the way my cunt
feels around that big hard cock of yours." I turned over, got on
my hands and knees, and thrust my ass toward him. Slowly, I
moved my knees further apart. His eyes couldn't have been more
than a few inches away from my pussy.
I looked back at George as he knelt behind me, uncertain as to
what to do. "You shouldn't keep a woman waiting like this,
Honey. Fuck Me!"
George had had all of my teasing he could tolerate. His hips
rammed forward driving his iron-hard cock deep into my cunt pit.
His cum-filled balls banged hard against my clit at the same time
as his cock battered against my womb. The hot pleasure of my
wet, contracting cunt around his prick forced repeated loud
grunts of masculine satisfaction that filled the car. As he
machine-gunned his cock in and out of me, fucking me like an
enraged stallion, my higher-pitched, female cries mixed with his
deep growls. The limo was bouncing on its springs so much that
anyone watching had to know that some woman was getting her ass
fucked off by a hot, excited male.
George's first load exploded... literally exploded... deep
inside my cunt, filling me full. He didn't even slow down his
thrusts nor did his cock soften as he continued to fuck me. His
load was running down my thighs when I noticed the curtains of
Roger's bungalow were parted. My husband was watching a teenaged
stud fucking his wife! With the overhead lights on, I knew Roger
was having no difficulty seeing what was happening.
"Fuck me harder," I moaned. "I'm about to cum, Honey. Bang it
into meeeeeee!"
He hammered me so hard my head was bouncing off the cushion of
the back seat. When my pussy began to contract in hard spasms,
it drove George to even greater heights.
"Turn over, Alyson. Get on your back so I can ram you harder!"
It wasn't a request. I had no doubt that if I didn't flip over
onto my back, this male animal would put me on my back in no
uncertain terms. As soon as George pulled his raging rod out of
me, I turned onto my back and threw my legs wide apart making my
wet, throbbing hole a perfect target for his sex gun.
Some men have a problem getting into a woman... they miss the
opening... their cock isn't hard enough to penetrate... whatever.
Not George... his cock hit my cunt hole dead center, and the
hard, iron spike speared me deep on the first thrust.
"AAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh... god... you're so damn hard! You feel
like a steel rod inside me, George. Jezzz... what a cock! What
a Stud! FUCK ME, HONEY. MAKE ME CUM!"
His teenage ego swelled as he pounded himself into me with
hard, determined thrusts. I came. He knew it and grinned. He
fucked me harder... I came again... and then again. Finally, he
had reached his limit. His cock lurched inside me... his
buttocks contracted hard, and huge gushes of cum rocketed into my
vagina.
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Three Months Later:
My husband's birthday was on Saturday. Naturally, I wanted to
do something very special for him... something that he would
remember when we were old and gray. I knew just the thing. I
was surprised how quickly I came up with the idea. All I really
had to do was put myself in my husband's place and imagine what I
would really, really like to have for my birthday. I knew
instantly what he would have said.
As it turned out, it was much easier to conceive the plan than
it was to execute it. The problem was that I needed help from
several other people, and all that had to be arranged. I did the
easier stuff first.
Everyone in the city knows that the hottest, most erotic night
spot is "The Basement". The name comes from the fact that the
decor makes the place resemble a Basement. Some sections look a
little trashy and the lighting in some parts of the club is very
low and subdued to provide privacy and a sense of intimacy.
"The Basement" features live music, good, fast food for those
who want it, a dance floor, pool tables, a game room, female
strippers and lap dancers, and an erotic ambiance well-suited as
a prelude to hot sex later in the evening. Among the men, it was
common knowledge that "The Basement" was the place to go if you
were looking to hook up with a woman and score. For their part,
the women all knew that "The Basement" was the place to rev up
your husband's or boyfriend's sex motor or get laid when hubby
was out of town for a couple of days.
Although in the evenings, "The Basement" was usually packed, in
the afternoon, business was much slower. I had no problem
getting in to see Ryne Kizer, the manager of the place. He
listened patiently to what I had planned for my husband's
birthday. When I had finished, I waited anxiously to find out if
he would agree or say "no". I was both surprised and delighted
with his answer.
"Holy shit! I wish my wife would come up with birthday
presents like that. Your husband is one lucky dude. Tell me
exactly how you want to do this, and I'll set every thing up.
I'll call you a couple of days in advance to go over things so
that nothing will go wrong."
"That's wonderful! Thank you. I really appreciate this. Will
there be extra charges?"
"No extra charges, Alyson. It's my pleasure to help. Of
course, an appropriate ... eh... shall we say ... an appropriate
gratuity would be appreciated."
"I'm sure we can find something appropriate," I whispered.
Ryne looked over my body and nodded. Then he asked, "Tell me,
what about the other part. You already have that set up?"
"Not yet, but I will."
"Ok. I hope so. Obviously, I can't help you with that part."
"I don't think it will be a problem. And now that we seem to
have taken care of all the details, doesn't this couch fold out
into a bed?"
"It does."
"Shall we?"
We did ... three times.
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Lunch at the "Tea Garden" was expensive, but it was also
excellent. Megan had naturally been delighted to accept my
invitation since I told her it was my treat. I had spent the
entire lunch explaining to Megan my plan for a fantastic birthday
present to Roger. We were enjoying a low-cal dessert when she
said, "Alyson, if your husband doesn't like that birthday
present, you need to bury him, because he's dead."
"Thanks. I can hardly wait to see his face. Every time I ask
him what he wants for his birthday, he says the same damn thing,
"Nothing. I have every thing I want, and besides, birthdays are
no big deal any longer." Well... I don't think he's gonna say
that this time."
"Have you already talked to Kizer?"
"Yes, four days ago. He's setting every thing up there."
"How about the other problem? I don't see how you're going to
solve that."
"That's what this lunch is all about. The tab for the lunch,
the wine, the bar bill, the dessert, and the tip will be well
over $100. I consider it an investment in my husband's birthday
present."
"You're kidding me?"
When I didn't respond, Megan said, "You're not? You're really
serious?"
"Serious enough to provide the best, most enjoyable luncheon in
the city."
"That's fucking wild!" she hissed in a low voice.
"And wild fucking."
We both laughed.
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When we awoke Saturday morning, my horny husband naturally had
plans to fuck me with his morning hard-on.
"Sorry, Babe. No pussy for you this morning."
"Oh come on... you don't really want to waste this, do you?"
he asked pointing to his very hard erection. "Besides, it's my
birthday."
"I know. That's why you're not getting into me this morning.
I have a wonderful birthday planned for you and you need to be
hot, randy, and primed."
"Shit. Well, I guess I'll just have to jack off in the
shower."
I turned dead serious. "If you even look like you're going to
jack that big cock and cum on the floor, it'll be a month before
you feel the inside of my pussy again. Please, I'm serious.
Don't spoil all my plans."
My husband pulled me close and kissed me tenderly. "I was just
kidding, Darling. No way I'm gonna shoot on the floor when I've
got a woman like you for a wife. Besides, you must really have a
gala celebration planned."
I spent the morning and afternoon making certain every thing
was ready. I even called the Marriott Inn a third time to check
on our reservations, and a slightly annoyed clerk assured me
again that it was all arranged and ready for our arrival.
At 6:00 PM, I handed my husband a box. "Here's your first
present. It's sort of like the one you gave me before the limo
and that young randy teenage driver picked me up three months
ago. Follow the instructions in the box."
At 6:30, Roger emerged from the bedroom wearing the outfit I
had bought for him. He was actually blushing! "You expect me to
wear this?" he asked, obviously not just a little upset.
"Of course. Why not? You like for me to dress hot. Don't you
think women appreciate the same thing?"
The tight T-shirt fit my husband's upper body like a second
skin. The bulge of every one of his very prominent and powerful
muscles was on display. Every time he moved, his muscles could
be seen rippling beneath the shirt. The sleeves were very short
to display his hard biceps and triceps.
His jeans were a brand that was traditionally tight, and I had
deliberately bought a pair that was a full size too small. I
then had the waist adjusted just enough so that they fit. The
legs of the jeans hugged his thighs and calves outlining every
muscles and every movement. Most importantly, my husband's cock
was perfectly and completely outlined by the tight material.
From twenty feet away, you could tell exactly where his prick
started and where it ended. The prominent ridge behind the head
was molded perfectly by the jeans. And this was the effect when
he was soft. When my husband's big cock got hard in those jeans,
every woman who saw him was going to get hot and wet.
"But my cock might just as well be naked," he protested.
"That's the idea, Darling. Every woman is going to want you.
The wives are going to be wishing their husbands were out of
town... the single women are going to be figuring out ways to
seduce you into their bed tonight. You look great! And very,
very fuckable."
My husband blushed again. Men just aren't used to being sex
objects. I wasn't worried. I knew he was going to love it as
soon as he got over his embarrassment... just like a woman
wearing a dress that shows off practically every thing.
"Ok... Ok. Now that's you've explained it so clearly, I guess
it might be fun. Where are we going? What's the plan?"
"I'm not telling you. Just remember that I've planned this
entire evening for the love of my life. I want you to enjoy
every single second. Don't worry about me. This is your day and
my present to you. Understand?"
"Ok. If you say so, that's what I'll do... enjoy every thing
to the fullest. What's first on the agenda?"
"First, is this glass of water and this little blue pill,
Darling."
"What is it?"
"Guess," I said with a mischievous grin.
"Viagra?"
"You win the prize, Darling. Now take it. Believe me, you'll
thank me later."
"Ok," he said with more than a twinkle in his eye. He
swallowed the 100 mg magic pill and asked, "What's my prize?"
"More than you can imagine, Darling. But the first part of the
prize is another little blue pill every three hours for the rest
of the evening."
"You're kidding?"
"Hardly. Let's go."
"Where?"
"First to Logan's Sports Bar for a light dinner and to give me
chance to show off my stud boy to the other women there. After
dinner, we have reservations at "The Basement"." I was thrilled
when I saw my husband's cock getting partially hard when I
mentioned "The Basement".
"MMmmmmm... I love that!"
"What?"
"Seeing you getting hard."
"How did you know?"
"In those jeans, Baby, every woman's gonna know."
When I told him that, his cock lurched and got even harder.
"Oh fuck! This is going to be a wild, wonderful night," I
thought to myself as I led my husband and his hard-on out to our
car.
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Dinner at Logan's turned much better than I had hoped. When we
entered, every woman waiting for a table with her husband or her
date along with all the single women... maybe 10 in all...
couldn't take their eyes off my husband's hot body. It was hot
watching them trying to take it all in... his hairy chest, his
muscular arms and shoulders, his powerful legs, and, of course,
his perfectly outlined thick cock.
The waitress led us to our reserved table, she kept turning
back... presumably to see if we were still following her... but
in reality to look at my stud's big dick again. Not only did the
waitress steal glances at Roger's equipment, every woman we
passed had her eyes glued to his bulge. By the time we sat down,
I was wet with pleasure, and my husband had a raging hard-on.
Leaning over, he whispered, "Did you see all those women
checking me out, Alyson? That was an amazingly hot feeling.
I've never had that experience before."
"Now are you beginning to understand why women love to wear
hot, revealing clothes?" I laughed.
Half way through dinner, I noticed a blonde at the next table
boldly staring right at Roger's bulge that now extended 7 and a
half inches down his thigh. He kept trying to adjust himself to
get comfortable but in his tight jeans, the only way he was going
to get comfortable was to take it out. "Don't look now, you sexy
Stud, but the blonde across the aisle wants your cock in her
cunt. She can't take her eyes off of it."
"She's with someone... probably her husband," Roger whispered
back.
"Right now, she doesn't give a damn who she's with... she just
wants your cock in her pussy."
When we were leaving, the hot blonde was still staring. She
got up and walked beside us on the way to the door. When we got
to the bar area, she turned abruptly to get to the bar and bumped
into Roger. A bunch of bull shit apologies followed. I moved
away to give my stud some freedom to work the bitch.
Once we back in the car I couldn't wait to ask what was said.
"Not much," my husband responded with a grin. "She doesn't care
at all for the real me. She just wants my body."
We both laughed at that line all the way to "The Basement".
As usual, the place was packed, but we had reservations that
Ryne had arranged for us days earlier. Not only did we get
seated immediately, but we got exactly the location Ryne had
recommended. It was dimly lit but with a clear view of the
stage. Perfect.
Most of the women were wearing next to nothing. As a result,
every one of them was getting hit on constantly. Roger ignored
them, but they didn't ignore him... not with his cock tenting his
pants the way it was.
After being seated and placing our drink orders, Roger and I
danced several times. The feel of his rigidly erect cock against
my belly had me dripping after the first song was over.
"I'm so damn hard from feeling your body against me, I can't
believe it."
"You think you have problems, Honey? My sex juices are seeping
down my thighs. I can even smell my aroma. Can you?"
"Oh hell yes... you smell delicious. Let's go out to the
parking lot so I can fuck you."
"Not yet, Honey. Trust me. It will be worth it."
The strippers came on at 9:30 PM, and the place got pretty
rowdy with the men yelling "Take it off... Take it off" and the
women often joining and urging the women to take every thing off.
At 10 PM, I turned to Roger, "Honey, I have to go to the ladies
room and pay the bill for all the special reservations and
drinks. You don't pay for anything tonight. It's your birthday.
I'll be back as soon as possible." I kissed my husband
passionately and hurried toward the back of the club.
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"Well fuck!" I thought. "This is a fine mess. It's my
birthday and my wife won't let me fuck her for some reason and if
that's not bad enough, I'm now sitting here alone looking
ridiculous."
I was beginning to feel sorry for myself when I noticed a
drop-dead gorgeous blonde sitting at the table across from us.
She was sitting with her dress almost up to the top of her
thighs. I was stunned when I saw she also was sitting with one
of her tits completely out of dress. My cock lurched to an
instant throbbing erection.
At that moment, the blonde turned toward me, saw me staring at
her exposed body, got up and walked over to my table. She
smiled broadly, and said, "Hi Roger. Put your tongue back in
your mouth. Don't you recognize me? Maybe if I put my tit back
in my dress you'll recognize me." I was disappointed when her
gorgeous mound disappeared inside her dress.
Suddenly the light came on in my sex addled brain. "Megan?
Megan Zegal? Of course I recognize you. It's just that the
light's dim and ... well..."
"And you haven't ever seen me wearing so little and showing so
much... does that about sum it up, Honey?"
I couldn't take my eyes off Megan's flimsy dress that hugged
every curve. There couldn't possibly be a bra under that
dress... which seemed impossible considering the size of her huge
tits. She was barelegged and I saw no trace of a panty outline.
At most, she was wearing a thong underneath.
"Well go ahead and ask me, Roger. I can see you're dying to
know."
I'm always amazed at how easily women can read men's thoughts.
"Ok. Are you wearing anything under that dress?"
"No... just me, Honey... just my big 38DD tits, naked ass and
naked pussy."
My cock was getting hard again... really hard. Megan looked at
my crotch. "You don't look like you've got anything on under
those jeans either... nothing except that luscious looking, big,
hard cock. Am I right?"
"Yeah... Alyson wouldn't let me wear anything ... said it was
hotter this way."
"It is, Honey. It is. Don't you think I look hotter being
naked under this dress than if I were wearing a slip, bra, and
full panties?"
When I nodded my agreement, she asked, "Aren't you going to ask
a girl to join to you?"
"I'd love to, but I'm with Alyson."
"You seem to be alone to me, Baby."
"Well, Alyson said she be back in awhile. Where's Wayne?"
"My husband is out of town for five days for five days playing
in a golf tournament. So I'm free and available... do you like
available women, Roger?"
I had no idea what to say. This was my wife's best friend. I
had played golf several times with Wayne and we had gone to many
parties together. Megan spoke again. "If I take out both of my
tits, will you invite me sit down?" Her hands moved to her
bodice, pulled it aside, and both huge 38DD, firm, beautiful,
sexy tits were sticking out straight at me.
"Come on, Honey. Move over for a lonely girl. You're wife's
deserted you; my husband is at a golf tournament playing with
balls and holes, and I'm alone."
I moved over and Megan immediately took the seat my wife had
formerly occupied. I had no idea what to do if she returned.
These thoughts left me when I felt Megan's hand on my bulge
stroking and squeezing it. "Damn, Roger. You've got a great
cock... thick... long ... but not so big it hurts a woman.
Mmmmmmm... love the way you feel, Honey. Now my husband isn't
the only one who has balls to play with. But he's still playing
with a hole.... I need a hot guy to play with my hole...
interested?"
"My god, Megan. Alyson could come back at any time. Aren't
you going to put your tits back inside your dress?"
"Forget Alyson. She's going to be awhile. Your cock says you
like my tits. And all the other men staring at me seem to like
it better when I have them out. I think I'll just leave them out
for awhile. MMmmm... how big is your cock, Roger?"
"Not quite eight inches."
"Oh yess... come on, Honey. Spread your legs and let me sit
between them and lean back against you so I can feel this big
thing pressing against me."
I was nervous but I remembered Alyson admonishing me to relax
and really enjoy myself. I decided to take her advice. I was
certain that the viagra she had given me had a lot to do with my
decision. I moved my legs apart and Megan leaned back against
me, her dress now sliding all the way up to her hips. At least,
she had covered one breast... but in a way, it was much hotter to
see her sitting there with one tit exposed rather than both.
The MC was announcing the next stripper, but I was so
mesmerized by the feel of Megan's body, her naked tit, and the
way she was grinding her back against my erection, that I heard
none of what he was saying. Suddenly, she pulled my face to hers
and kissed me... her tongue sliding into my mouth ... fucking
me... then retreating to allow me to fuck her mouth with my
tongue. Her hips were grinding and rotating against me.
The room was suddenly filled with yells and whistles from the
men around the stage. I looked at the stage and saw the reason
why. A hot looking brunette wearing nothing but a black bra,
black garter belt with a matching skimpy thong, thigh high black
hose, and heels was leaning against the counter on the stage.
Slowly, she began to move about the stage and runway grinding her
hips to the sensuous beat of the music as her big tits bounced.
When she got near the edge of the stage, the men there screamed
"Show us your hot ass, Babe. Let's see the hot ass!"
Megan unzipped my jeans and extracted my throbbing eight
inches. She caressed the head gently, running her fingers around
the ridge and then up and down my length. I couldn't keep my
hips still. When I turned to look at her, she whispered, "Watch
Alyson, Honey. Watch your luscious hot wife stripping for all
those men. How are you liking your birthday so far? It's only
going to get better. If you want to cum, tell me and I'll put
your cock in my mouth so you won't shoot all over the place."
My eyes flashed back to the stage. Alyson was bent over with
her back to the men, thrusting her ass at them. The black thong
was sunk so deeply into her ass crack, it was almost invisible.
She hunched back and forth, obviously simulating the motions her
hips would be making if she were being fucked. The men screamed
continuously.
"SPREAD IT WIDE OPEN, BABE!" some guy screamed. The call was
taken up by one of the women. "You heard the man, Bitch. Sit
down and spread so the guys can see if you're worth fucking."
My wife pulled a bar stool over near the edge of the stage, sat
down, and opened her legs wide with her feet on the rungs of the
stool. The entire plane of her cunt was concealed only by the
narrow black strip of her thong. Her ass pumped up and down in
hot fuck motions as she called back to the woman, "Am I worth
fucking, Honey. You think your boyfriend wants to fuck me
tonight instead of you? Why don't we ask him." She looked at
the guy whose arm was around the woman. "How about it, Honey?
Want to sink your cock in me tonight... in this hot cunt?" My
wife pulled her thong aside to show him her naked pussy.
I turned to Megan who was jacking my cock harder. "I'm gonna
cum, Megan. Suck me... please."
"Love to, Honey... LOVE TO!" Her mouth closed over my cock,
her lips slid down its length until she had seven inches in her
mouth and throat. Then, she fucked my cock with her mouth.
I heard the men screaming, "TITS OUT, BABY... TAKE THOSE BIG
TITS OUT!" When I was able to drag my attention away from
Megan's hot mouth, I saw Alyson was lowering her bra and dropping
it to the floor, baring both of her tits in front a couple of
hundred horny men, all of whom wanted to fuck her.
"ASS.. ASS...ASS!" they screamed. My wife turned, bent over
and pulled her thong down her thighs and tossed it into the crowd
of men who went wild at the sight of her naked cunt and ass. She
moved up and down the runway stopping every couple of steps to
hunch her cunt and ass right in the faces of the men.
At the end of her circuit, she moved back to the counter and
put one heel up on its surface. The position spread her cunt
wide open. She fucked an imaginary lover as the men watched.
"Oh god, Megan. Can't hold it."
"Don't hold it, Honey. Pump me full... pump the load in
Megan's belly, Honey... uummmm... ugh ugh...aaahhhhhhhhhhh...
mmmmmmmmmmm!"
Gush after gush poured into the blonde's mouth and fired down
her throat. She swallowed every drop as she played with my
balls... I was certain she was having more fun playing with her
balls than her husband was having playing with his on the golf
course.
When my throbbing cock was shooting blanks, Megan continued to
suck me. Amazingly, I didn't lose my erection. The viagra kept
me hard and within a couple of minutes watching my wife humping
her cunt right in front of the crowd, my rod was raging hard
again.
"Time for a lap dance, Baby," Megan announced. I'm going to
start with my back to you so I can watch your hot wife." She
adjusted her cunt so that my cock was centered right at her
opening... then she lowered her hips onto my lap as I slowly slid
into her depths. She squeezed me with her cunt muscles. I
couldn't suppress my groan of pleasure.
"You like that, don't you, Honey. That's good, because I'm
going to suck ten loads out of your balls tonight."
On stage, I saw that my wife had slipped a red garter up one
thigh and was now doing floor work right at the edge of the stage
and up and down the runway. Lying on her back with her legs wide
open, her knees steepled, she was rubbing her clit furiously a
foot or two in front of the men fighting to get closer. When she
was about to cum, she would roll away and move several more feet
down the runway to the next group... whom she teased with fuck
motions and hot sex talk as they begged her to get down on the
floor and do it for them. Finally, she lowered herself right in
front of them, spread wide again, and repeated her hot
performance.
Megan was ramming her cunt up and down my cock now. Several
men and three couples were watching her lap dancing on my raging
cock. One man asked, "Is she tight, Man?" Another man gasped,
"Just look at the size of those tits!" Finally, one of the
women, who had her hand beneath her dress rubbing her pussy,
asked me, "Is she your wife?"
"No. The brunette stripping up on the stage is my wife. This
is her best friend who's giving me a birthday present." None of
the men believed me. I heard calls of "Bull Shit" and "Only in
your dreams Buddy... only in your dreams!" But the woman pulled
her dress up right in front of us and rubbed herself furiously
while saying... "It's the truth... oh fuck... that's so damn
hot." Women can almost always discern the truth.
Megan leaned closer and hissed, "Now I've got to cum, Baby.
Sooo hot, Baby. Fuck me harder, Roger. Screw my pussy Lover!"
"Do it! DO IT!" I groaned as I felt her hole contracting again
and again in hard spasms about my throbbing cock. Then she
howled as her vagina exploded. Every man within 10 yards knew
Megan was cumming. On stage, Alyson was screaming as loudly as
Megan. Both women were cumming at the same time. The men were
awe struck as they watched my wife's cunt expand and contract as
her juices gushed out and ran down her ass crack.
When her orgasm ebbed, Megan turned around to face me in the
traditional lap dance posture. The big difference, of course,
was that I had eight inches of cock up her wet cunt. I sucked
big tits, biting the nipples hard enough to make her groan. She
ground her clit hard against me and in less than a minutes was
wailing in her second orgasm.
Some of the men were now sitting on the floor so they could see
my cock pumping in and out of Megan's throbbing cunt. Again and
again, she rammed herself down on my shaft.
"Oh Baby... gonna pump another load into you," I warned. I'm
not wearing a condom. Are you safe?"
"Who cares!" she screamed. "Fuck my cunt full of hot cum,
Stud. Breed me!" One the men watching who was jacking off came
when he heard her say that.
On stage, Alyson was now making the rounds of the stage and
runway again. This time assuming the doggy position in front of
the men with her ass right in their faces. As her hips pumped in
fuck motions, she reached back between her thighs and spread her
cunt and ass open. The men were looking straight into her hot,
wet fuck holes. As they watched, she rubbed her clit sensuously
bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm.
When my wife was about to cum, she moved very close to three
couples who had been watching. Rubbing her clitoris hard and
fast, her vagina began to pulse. One of the women watching
gasped, "Oh god... she's about to cum... look at her pussy.
She's cumming... right now... She's cumming, Honey! ... Look at
her hole opening and closing. Get lower and you can see her
clitoris throbbing and dancing."
When I heard the woman announced my wife's climax, my second
load emptied with force into Megan's cunt. Like Alyson, Megan
frigged her clit hard and fast when she felt me ejaculating. I
was still throbbing when her vagina clamped down hard on my
prick. I took over rubbing her clit as she moaned in rapture.
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Thirty minutes later, my wife rejoined us. When she got to the
table, Megan and I were pleasuring each other with our fingers
and hands. She had changed into a hot, skin-thigt black sheathe.
It was so short, it failed to cover her panties unless she stood
up straight.
"Have you been fucking my husband, you hot Bitch," my wife
hissed.
"Mmmmm.... I think so. At least someone put three big loads of
cum into me while you were dancing and stripping."
"Sounds like you've pretty well drained his balls."
"I did my best."
"Come on you two. Our reservations are waiting for us at the
Marriott."
I was shocked. The three of us were going to the Marriott for
more sex?" My wife saw my hesitation and concern.
"Don't worry, Stud. You'll be more than up to it. It'll take
us 30 minutes to get there. Plenty of time for this to work."
She handed me another little blue pill with a glass of water.
"Take it, Darling." I didn't argue.
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When we reached our car, the women began arguing over who had
to drive and who got to ride in the back seat with me. I just
got into the back seat and waited with a big grin on my face for
them to decide the issue. It was the first time I had ever had
two gorgeous women arguing over who got to have sex with me in
the back seat of the car. "This is one hell of a birthday, " I
thought to myself.
When my wife got into the back seat with me, I said, "I guess
you won the debate?"
"We compromised, Darling. I get you for the first half of the
drive; then, we switch and Megan gets you for the second half."
When Megan started the engine, Alyson said, "We need to hurry!
I've only got 15 minutes or so, and I'm on fire. I need cock...
big hard cock up my cunt, Honey!"
My wife got naked, which wasn't hard since she was naked under
her dress. She just pulled down the zipper and pulled the dress
over her heels. Kneeling on the seat with her sexy ass arched
and pointed right me, she hissed, "Hurry, Roger. Get on me...
get in me! Fuck me hard! I can't wait any longer."
"Who got you so damn hot, Alyson?"
"All those men along the runway when I was stripping. It was
all I could do not to invite several of them onto the stage to
fuck me. Now shut up, Darling, and screw your hot wife.
Please!"
It took me about a minute to get out of my tight jeans,
T-shirt, and shoes. Alyson's ass never stopped humping in doggy
fuck motions, and she never stopped begging me to hurry. After
getting my clothes off, I moved behind my kneeling wife and ran
my fingers up the length of her soaked sex trench. She howled
and her vagina contracted in a hard spasm.
"Forget the damn foreplay, Roger. I'm on fire. Stick that big
cock into me! FUCK ME!"
Holding her hips steady to get my spear aligned, I drove four
inches into her cunt on the first thrust and all eight inches on
the second. The entire length of her sex channel went into hard,
spastic contractions. My wife screeched, "AAAeeeaaahhh...
cumming! I'm fucking cumming.... ahhhh ahhhh aahhhhh. Harder,
you Bastard... fuck me harder... faster."
I had never seen my wife so hot she came the instant I
penetrated her. And she really didn't cum this time either...
she exploded. I began thrusting... her wails increased.
Reaching around her hips, I squeezed and rubbed her throbbing
clitoris.
"GGGHHHAAAAA! AH FUCK! AH FUCK! AH FUCK! AAAAHHHHHHHH!"
I screwed my wife steadily... hard and fast. No sooner had one
orgasm ebbed than her cunt would throb as her clit erupted in
another hard climax. She was still begging me to make her cum
again, when Megan drove the car into deserted parking lot of a
furniture store.
"My turn, Bitch. Get your hot ass up here and drive."
"Ooohh god... please... please, Megan. Let me cum one more
time... I'm sooo close... please"
"All right... one more time... no more. Go on, Roger, fuck the
hot slut... make her cum."
I pulled my moaning wife onto her side with me behind her and
drove my cock back into her gushing pussy. The new position
added extra excitement, and she began wailing every time my cock
pounded against her cervix. Then she began to scream for me to
fuck her... to make her cum.
"Would you hold it down, you raving cunt, before the police
arrest us," Megan said, but in a teasing voice. "She's almost
there, Roger. Squeeze the slut's clit and ram her hard. That'll
finish her."
It did. Alyson's pussy pulsed in hard contractions as another
orgasm raced though her. Megan let her enjoy the cock slowly
pumping her pussy for a minute, and then said, "Ok... that's it
for your turn, you wild Slut. Get your pretty ass up here and
drive. I suggest you put your dress back on so the other drivers
don't have wrecks trying to see more of your sexy tits." At the
same time she was advising my wife to put her dress on, she was
stripping hers off.
I pulled my cock out of my wife's still-throbbing pussy and
watched as she quickly pulled the dress over her head. As she
was getting into the driver's seat, Megan stretched our on the
back seat with her legs lifted, knees bent. When she saw my
iron-hard erection, she whispered, "You didn't cum in her did
you?"
I shook my head, and she grinned and hissed into my ear, "Thank
you... love that. Now fuck me with it, Honey. Fuck me good and
then cum in me. When we get to the hotel, I want to be walking
through the lobby with your huge load running down my thighs."
Lowering my hips into her wide open sex saddle, I drilled it
deep into the hot blonde's waiting cunt. "OOOWWWWW... Big... so
damn BIG! Give it to me," she gasped, her hips surging upward
against me.
Alyson pulled out onto the street as I began to fuck her
friend. Megan's heels jerked wildly back and forth, high in the
air.
"You dirty Bitch," my wife yelled. "You tell me to put on my
dress so my tits can't be seen and you're back there with your
legs sticking up in the air, jerking back and forth, so that
everyone knows you're getting fucked."
"Ugh ugh ugh... aaahhh.... shut up, Alyson... aaaahhh...
fuckkk... your husband has got an incredible cock! UUnnnggh...
shut up and drive, Bitch! UUMMMMMM... its my turn to enjoy this
pussy pleaser."
Like my wife, Megan began to cum. Hard. Her vagina gushed her
sex juices as her legs wrapped around my waist in a death grip.
She squeezed me with her thighs and pulled my hips deep into her
saddle to get all eight inches into her hungry cunt on every
stroke.
OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH... fuck meeeeeeeeeeee.... I'm cumming,
Honey... Pump me, Baby... Cock my hot cunt... uuunnghhh...
uunnghh... yes... yess... like that, Baby... oohhh yesss... fuck
Wayne's private cunt, Lover."
"I'm about to cum," I whispered. "Do you want it like this?"
"NO! Doggy, Baby. Turn me over and ram it in. It goes so
damn deep when I'm in doggy position... and I want your big load
soaking my womb when you shoot it into me."
I withdrew, and Megan flipped over. Immediately, she hoisted
her ass high for me. Her cunt was a gaping wet hole that I
filled on the first thrust. The hot blonde wailed and moaned...
I grunted and growled. We both groaned loudly when my load blew
into the depths of her cunt.
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All the bellhops, clerks, and even the manager came over to
look at the well-built man who was bringing two gorgeous, hot
chicks into the hotel. It was the general consensus that both
women were expensive call girls. The only point of disagreement
among the hotel employees was whether they charged $1,000 a
night, or $2,000 or even more. The men's full attention were
locked on the four big, thrusting tits, the two sexy asses, and
the four to-die-for legs on the two women. The female employees
all noticed the streams of cum sliding down the blonde whore's
legs.
That night was one I will never forget. I sucked and fucked
Alyson and Megan until daybreak. In between my fucking and
sucking them, they sucked and fucked me. Twice during the
evening, I took another one of the blue pills and that took care
of any erection problems. Exhaustion, however, was another
matter. When the sun peeked over the horizon, I was finished....
kaput.... wiped out... zonked... nearly dead. I might still
have had a viagra-induced erection, but I was too tired to use
it.
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Another Birthday Present:
Our sex life had undergone a complete transformation from that
of a year ago. Roger was now fucking me 10 to 12 times a week,
and I was having three or four intense orgasms every time he took
me. We had met a lot of other singles and couples and now
enjoyed sex with several of them whom we really liked. Megan
remained Roger's favorite extramarital sex toy, and after Megan
and I had given her husband Wayne a birthday present similar to
the one we have given Roger, Wayne had become one of my
favorites. The four of us had fun together about once a month.
I loved surprising my sexy husband with new and erotic things.
He did the same for me, but since he had to work 40 to 45 hours a
week, he had less time to prepare new activities. Nevertheless,
he did a great job.
Knowing that he occasionally really excited me with an erotic
surprise, such as the teenage limo driver, I was on pins and
needles wondering what he was going to do for my birthday this
coming Friday night. He hadn't said a single word. For that
matter, he acted as if he had completely forgotten my birthday
was Friday. But considering the incredible surprise Megan and I
had provided him on his birthday, I felt he was planning
something.
Thursday arrived with still no indication that Roger even
remembered that tomorrow was my 31st birthday. We had hot sex
that night after we went out to "The Basement", and I played the
role of a sleazy whore who picked him up at the bar. I dressed
the part, and five men had offered me between $300 to $500 for a
fuck before Roger showed up and took possession of my pussy
leaving all the other men disappointed. But even as he was
pounding my ass deep into the mattress, he said nothing about
anything being planned for Friday.
I got my first clue Friday morning. Before he left for work,
Roger said, "We're going out to the Dunes for dinner. Don't cook
dinner, Honey. I'll see you around 6 PM. Our reservations are
for 7 PM."
To be truthful, I was very disappointed. The Dunes is a 5-star
restaurant, but I was hoping my husband had something more
exciting, more erotic planned. There was, however, no way in
hell I was going to let him know that. I really wanted a hot,
intense fucking tonight, and that wasn't going to happen if I
hurt my husband's feelings.
That night I wore my black sheathe, black thigh-high stockings,
and my platform 4-inch stiletto heels. I looked hot, and was
sure my husband would think so too. Dinner was wonderful, but
not once did my husband explore under my dress to discover that I
had not worn any panties, not even a thong. When dinner was
over, he drove straight home without so much as saying "Happy
Birthday, Darling." As much as I tried to remain upbeat, I was
becoming demoralized and disappointed.
When we entered our home, and I walked into our den determined
to say something to my husband, I was shocked... no, not
shocked... I was stunned. All the usual furniture in our den had
been moved aside or taken into other rooms in the house. In
their place, a queen-sized bed was now in the center of the room.
There were pillows, a mattress protector, and a sheet, but no
bed covers of any kind. There were some comfortable chairs in
the room, but that was all.
"What is this?" I gasped. "Why do we have a bed in our den?"
"Have you forgotten, Darling? It's your birthday today, and I
remember vividly the wonderful present you arranged for me on my
birthday. I hope you enjoy the present I've planned for you as
much as I enjoyed mine."
"But, how did ..."
"SSsshh. Be quite, Darling. Don't talk. Just feel and
experience. Now, take off your dress and hose. Leave your heels
on."
"What about my panties?"
"You're not wearing any."
I gasped again. "How did you know?" I asked in a whisper.
"By the way you were squirming in the restaurant. You were
hot, wet... you kept opening your legs trying to entice my hand
beneath your skirt."
My cunt throbbed hard. "Oohh... Darling, you're getting me
hot."
"SSshhh... take off your dress and stockings."
It only took me a few second to unzip the dress and pull it
down over my hips. I stepped out of it and stood almost naked.
"Get on the bed on your back, Alyson."
When I was in position, Roger said, "Lift up on your elbows,
Honey." When I did so, he fitted a black, leather hood over my
head, It left my mouth and nose uncovered but completely covered
my eyes blocking my vision. He pulled the strap tight, ran it
through the small buckle at the side, and then snapped a small
lock closed. There was no way I was going to get the hood off
until Roger took it off.
"Lie down, Alyson and lift your hips." A moment later, I felt
my ass resting on a contoured cushion that elevated my hips. I
didn't have to ask why. I was now quivering with excitement
waiting for my husband to mount me.
"Honey, you may be tied later, but I'm going to leave your arms
and legs free for now. You are not ... repeat... NOT... to get
off the bed unless told to do so. Understand?"
"Oh yes... I promise. Hurry, Darling. I'm so hot. Get on me,
Honey."
"Sssshhhh... no more talking. Your birthday present will begin
shortly, but you'll have to be patient. No talking... no getting
off the bed... Happy Birthday, Darling."
I felt my husband's weight leaving the bed... then some
creaking as he walked across the carpeted floor. Then, I thought
I heard the front door opening... closing. Then, nothing. I
lay on the bed feeling my pussy slowly throbbing in anticipation.
It was hard to keep track of time when you're blindfolded,
naked, and nothing is happening. I don't know how long I laid
there.
Finally, I felt my husband climbing onto the bed with me. His
hands moved over my legs... then higher... up my thighs, stopping
just short of my cunt even though I spread wide in invitation.
He bypassed my sex and moved up my belly to my tits, which were
heaving with excitement. His fingers squeezed my hard nipples...
pulled ... twisted them until I was groaning with need. His
hands cupped both tits ... hefting and squeezing them... a tongue
lashed across my nipples as my globes were squeezed.
"Oh god... please... fuck me now, Darling."
"Ssshhhh!"
The hands started back down my belly and legs.. retracing his
path on the way up. This time, his hands pressed under my knees
letting me know he wanted them raised. I pulled my knees back
until they were almost touching my tits making my cunt an
inviting target for his cock.
Finally, Roger mounted me. His hips moved into my sex
saddle... his cock pressing against my opening... slowly
stretching my lips apart and slipping into my wet folds. Roger
moved his rod up and down the entire length of my sex trench
caressing my clit with his cock head bringing cries of pleasure
from me.
I couldn't keep my hips still... it was too hot. Wild shivers
of pleasure were shooting through my pussy up into my belly...
knotting the muscles there into hard bands. I heard myself
begging my hot stud husband to stick his cock into me. The
wonderful bastard ignored me until his cock head raking back and
forth over my throbbing clitoris caused an orgasm to rip through
my cunt.
Right in the middle of my climax, the big rod slammed balls
deep into my vagina. It thudded with masculine authority against
my cervix driving my ass down...down into the cushion beneath my
hips. Roger kept his cock mashed hard against my womb as I
throbbed around his hard shaft. Finally, he began to fuck me
with determined, steady, hard strokes. I screamed and came
again.
Gradually, he picked up the tempo... fucking me faster and
faster until we were both grunting as our bodies charged toward
climax. I began to scream for him to fuck me harder... faster...
as my orgasm was about to explode, my husband shoved a finger
deep inside my ass as his cock expanded, throbbed, and then began
to unload his cum into my climaxing cunt. I joined him when I
felt the hard contraction of his cock that sent the first huge
gush of sperm and semen into my convulsing sex hole.
He collapsed on top of me as we both gasped for breath. We
stayed pressed together for several minutes. Just before he got
off my body, he kissed me. I kissed back even though his
moustache tickled my lip.
Moustache? Roger had never had a moustache. "Who are you?" I
screamed. You're not my husband.
"SSsssshhh!"
Without a word, my unknown fucker snapped handcuffs on one of
my wrists, which he attached to the rings at the top of the bed
that someone had placed there. Obviously, I wasn't going to be
allowed to get off the bed. "Who are you?" I repeated. The
only answer I got was the sound of the front door opening and
closing.
Again, I was alone, but this time instead of my pussy slowing
throbbing in anticipation, it was pulsing hard in response to the
three intense orgasms the unknown man had given me. "I guess you
could say he raped me," I thought, "but he really rang my bell...
three times in fact." I smiled.
I heard the door opening again. No one spoke but soon someone
was climbing onto the bed with me. Again, I felt male hands
exploring my body. This time my pussy wasn't by passed. When
his fingers reached my cunt, he separated my lips, pulled the
hood of my clit back to expose the erect, excited sensitive
organ.
My hips rammed upward when I felt two fingers slowly jacking
off my clit as if it were a man's cock. "OOHHHH Fucking Shit!
GAWD! UUNNNGGGHH!" I howled as the slow, intense caress
continued. Soon, his fingers were replaced with a tongue, and my
vagina exploded in another hard, throbbing orgasm. Juices ran
from my cunt down my ass crack.
I was still in the throes of my climax when he mounted me. A
moment later, I felt his cock racing up the length of my
cum-filled vagina. Obviously, whoever was fucking me this time
loved sloppy seconds. My hips rammed upward to meet every one of
his thrusts. The hard fucking continued for some time before he
grunted hard and emptied his balls into me. Again, I was kissed
and then my other wrist was handcuffed to the opposite bed post.
I could feel the two big loads oozing out of my cunt.
After my second fucker left, I was left alone for not more than
a minute before another body was on the bed with me. Once more,
I was licked and sucked, this time as fingers explored my
asshole. The new cock was thick... really thick. I loved the
way it felt when it spread my cunt open and sank into me. The
man fucked me hard and fast. As hot as I was, I loved it. I
came twice before he fired his load into me.
I had expected him to leave, but apparently, he wasn't finished
fucking me. "Are you going to fuck me again?" No answer.
"Are you?" still no answer. "Do you want me to clean up?
You'll be getting sloppy fourths or fifths." I had lost count.
No answer.
Suddenly, my legs were lifted up and pushed back behind my
head. I felt his cock, now slick with our combined juices,
pressing against my asshole. "Please... go slow... don't...
UUNNGGHHHHH... AAHHHHHH!" He was in me... in my ass... fucking
me... hard... his thumb worked my engorged, throbbing clit as he
fucked me.
His thick cock was stretching me... really reaming me out. It
hurt at first, but my husband had been screwing my ass regularly,
and I quickly accommodated myself to his girth. After that, with
his thumb on my clit, his big cock pumping in and out my asshole,
I only lasted a couple of minutes before my juices erupted out of
my cunt. That ejaculation would have excited an eunuch. The man
fucking me was no eunuch though. He roared like a lion, rammed
his cock into the hilt, and filled my bowels with another cum
load.
Over the next half hour or hour... it was hard to tell time...
eight more men visited our den. Each fucked me at least once.
Once my ass had been opened up, all the men enjoyed both holes...
some cumming in my cunt... some inside my ass. I had intense
orgasms with every one of my mystery fuckers. Just before the
eighth man left, he turned me over and put me on my hands and
knees with my ass high in the air.
When my next mystery visitor came in, the sight of my ass high
in the air made up his mind for him which of my holes he was
going to fuck. He spent some time licking my ass and my pussy.
I begged him to put it in, but he kept licking me until my entire
body was quivering.
Knowing that I needed to cum, he got beneath me and pulled my
cunt down onto his mouth. His lips sucked in my dancing clitoris
while his tongue pleasured it. I came in just a few seconds of
this treatment. My juices gushed out, drenching his face, which
didn't seem to bother him.
Once more, he mounted me, but this time he rammed his raging
erection deep inside my dilated asshole. Although his cock was
really huge, he sank into me without pain. I felt like I had a
baseball bat up my ass. The stud fucked me like a mare being
bred until his load pumped into me in a series of hard spasms of
his cock. When he was almost done, he withdrew and pumped the
last of his load all over my ass.
The guy got off the bed, but I never heard him leave. I did
hear two new men whispering to each other as they both got onto
the bed. I realized that I was going to double fucked... I was
shaking with anticipation, lust, and a little fear. One man slid
beneath my body and pulled my hips downward. I felt his cock
head searching for my cunt hole, so I reached back, grasped his
rod, and stuck him into my pussy. Once inside, I let my lips
drop, and he began fucking me with driving hard strokes. It was
five, maybe ten minutes, of hard fucking before I came again.
As soon as the other man saw my ass hole contracting in my
orgasm, he mounted my hips and pushed his organ deep inside my
ass. The two men began screwing me in tandem... one in... the
other out... in and out... in and out... two loaded sex guns
pumping me... my pussy throbbed with the intensity of the fuck.
The didn't shoot together. The guy in my cunt was closer since
he had been fucking me longer. His load fired in first and a few
minutes later, I got the other man's cum up my ass.
I was now losing track of the men fucking me. I think I must
have passed out from all the orgasms I had had. When one of men
bent me almost double with my cunt sticking straight up and then
pressed a big vibrator against my clitoris, I came wide awake,
screaming as the intense contractions of my cunt were too much...
I begged him to stop... he never said a word... just held that
big vibrator on my clit as I erupted in a series of orgasms that
didn't stop until I lost control of my bladder and peed all over
the vibrator, the man, and the bed sheets.
The vibrator was yanked off my exploding clitoris and a big
cock was rammed up my cunt. I was shaking so hard that I
couldn't tell if I was cumming again or not... I do know that I
was gasping and moaning continuously as he plowed my wet,
throbbing furrow. The man decided not to cum inside my cunt.
When he was right on the edge, he pulled out, lifted my head and
pushed his throbbing organ deep inside my mouth. He only last a
few seconds before filling my mouth with his load. I swallowed
most of it, but it was too much. Some ran out and formed long
cum ropes from my chin.
After that, the door opened and closed three more times. I was
again double fucked... this time in missionary position with my
legs up in the air, the guy underneath in my ass, the guy on top
in my pussy. The last man used both my pussy and my ass before
withdrawing and jacking off all over my body and face.
I realized a bit later that I was alone. Panting in
exhaustion. The only sound in the room was my breathing. Then I
felt a warm cloth washing me. The blindfold was removed and
when my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw my husband bent over
me, kissing my tired body. "Happy Birthday, Honey."
He picked me up in his strong arms, and carried me to our
whirlpool bath. For 30 minutes, he washed and cleaned me. When
he finished, he again picked me up, put me on his lap while he
sat on the commode. My body was slowly massaged and covered with
a soothing lotion. Finally, he carried me to bed, crawled in
beside me, covered us both with a sheet, drew me into his arms,
and we slept.
In the morning, I literally attacked my husband. The entire
time I was fucking him, I kept whispering in his ear what a
marvelous birthday present he had given me. But as he slowly
made love to me, I realized that he had saved the very, very best
for the last.
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A Favor Returned:
A month later, after Roger had left for work, I took stock of
the past year. When the year began, I was 41 pounds overweight,
flabby, demoralized, and miserable. My husband had nearly 60
pounds of extra weight on his body. He was both demoralized and
angry. We were having sex no more than once, or at most, twice a
week, and I was faking my orgasms over half the time. We had few
real friends, and all we did was work, eat, and watch TV.
Basically, we were both pathetic.
One year later, every thing was different. I now weighed in at
a sexy 124, and the exercises, stretching exercises, and aerobics
had firmed my 36D breasts so much that my husband and some other
men called them my "twin cannons". All the ugly rolls of fat
were gone, and I had great stamina to do all the things I really
liked... such as fucking for hours on end.
Roger was now a svelte 174 with rippling, powerful muscles all
over his body. He had strength, stamina, and power. When he
walked into a public place, he turned women's heads, and I knew
got many of their pussies wet. We had developed numerous new
interests and friends and no longer watched much TV.
Instead of once a week, 5 minute sexual encounters, Roger was
fucking me everyday, and sometimes two or three times a day.
Once a week had turned into a dozen times a week and faking
orgasms was a thing of the past. My randy husband was now a hot
lover who drove a woman's ass deep into the mattress when he
fucked her. It didn't matter what woman was receiving his cock,
he always got her off several times. I usually came four times
when he fucked me.
We had many new friends, and we were intimate with several of
them. Ever since I had given him every man's fantasy of having
two women at the same time for his birthday present, he had been
screwing Megan once a week or so. When Wayne's birthday had
arrived a month later, Megan and I had given him the same present
we had given Roger. The only switch was she did the stripping at
"The Basement" while I did the lap dance for Wayne. Afterward,
we had the same suite at the Marriott but this time it was
Wayne's cock fucking us instead of Roger's. After that, Wayne
was a frequent visitor to my pussy... usually once a week. Once
a month or so, the four of us would get together and party.
I had set out a year previously to light a fire under our
marriage, and I concluded that I had succeeded beyond my wildest
dreams. We now enjoyed an erotic, sensuous, fulfilling, and
wonderful marriage. And all of it had come about because of the
sympathetic and considerate way a garbage collector named Jack
had treated me a year ago when I was in desperate need of help.
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The six men sat at the large round table in Sam's Watering
Hole. It was just after 3:00 PM and they were the bar's only
customers at the moment. Ray McNab, the Sanitation Director for
the City, was holding forth, and since he was the boss of the
other five men at the table, everyone listened attentively.
"It's fucking clear... no doubt about it. The Bears shouldn't
have punted with only 3 minutes left in the game. The should
have gone for it on fourth down. And to think how much they pay
the schmucks who make decisions like that makes me want to puke."
Ron Dycus, the Assistant Director of Operations for the
sanitation department, felt like he had enough stature to offer a
counter opinion. "Well come on, Ray, cut the coaches a little
slack. It was fourth and 8 yards to go on their own 30 yard
line. The defense had been pretty good all day. They had all
three time outs left. It wasn't that terrible a decision."
Ray brooked no argument. "Like hell it wasn't! They weren't
playing the Hoboken Alley Cats, you know. The Patriots have won
it all several times recently. No way they give them the fucking
ball!"
Sidney Gammel, everyone called him Sid, had no idea which of
the two directors was correct, but he felt that he should say
something. "Maybe they should of compromised... you know... line
up to punt and then fake it. Wadda you think, Waylon?"
Waylon Gohn opened his mouth to speak... not certain of what he
was going to say once his mouth was open. Fortunately, Waylon's
problem was solved by McNab who announced the solution. "Fake
punt? Fake punt?? Where did that shit come from? Punter who
can't pass stands 15 yards behind the line of scrimmage... now
it's fourth and 23 rather than fourth and 8... he gets the snap
and now what?? Pass? Can he even throw the ball 23 yards?
Dumb... Just totally dumb."
Sid was sorry he had said anything. After all the years he had
put in collecting garbage for the city, you'd think he'd learned
enough to keep his mouth shut. He shook his head and told
himself to listen, drink his liquor, and keep quiet.
"How about you, Cecil?" Ron asked. You think the Bears should
have gone for it or punted?"
Cecil Hoberg wasn't born yesterday. "I agree with Ray," he
said with total confidence.
"Bull shit," Ron said. "You would have said you agree with Ray
if he had suggested that the Bears substitute the cheerleaders to
run the play. Your turn, Jack. You hardly ever speak. Come on.
What's your view?"
Jack Merrin downed the rest of his scotch on the rocks, and
said, "I don't talk cause I don't know much. I collect garbage
... I know how to do that. If I knew how win NFL football games,
I'd be a coach instead of collecting garbage at the stadium. I
don't mean to put you off, Ron, but the truth is that I just
fuckin don't know."
At that moment, the argument among the workers and directors of
the city's sanitation department was interrupted by a sexy female
voice.
"Well, I'll tell you some things you do know, Jack Merrin. You
fucking well know how to seduce a woman out of her panties... get
her so hot she starts cheating on her husband. You damn well
know how to nearly fuck her ass off. And you sure as hell know
how to dump her once you've gotten tired of her pussy. You're a
fucking master pro at those things, aren't you Jack, you rotten
son-of-a-bitch!" The woman had started her tirade at a normal
volume. When she finished, she was screaming at Jack.
Everyone of the six men stared at the gorgeous female who was
screaming and cursing Jack. McNab thought she was nothing less
than a hot wet dream of a woman. Her tight black micro
mini-skirt just barely covered her sexy ass. She wore no
stockings, but her tanned legs had no need of stockings. They
were cock-hardening gorgeous. Her sweater zipped in front, but
the zipper stopped completely at the bottom of her big tits
leaving almost half of them exposed. Dycus estimated her boobs
to be at least 36D or maybe even 36DD. Her beautiful, sensuous
face was framed by her long, black hair. She was easily the
sexiest, hottest looking woman any of the men at the table had
seen this close in years. And she was apparently furious at Jack
Merrin because he wasn't fucking her enough!
Surprised at first, Jack was now smiling. The other five men
were too stunned to speak... their mouths hung open in shock.
Aren't you even going to invite me to sit down, Jack. You
really are a bastard!"
"Please, Alyson. I'm sorry. Pull up a chair, and I'll
introduce you to..."
"Can that shit, Jack," Alyson yelled as she pulled up a chair
and sat down with her legs wide open. "I don't give a damn who
these guys are. All I want to know is why you haven't called me
in the last week... why you haven't responded to any of the two
dozen cell phone messages I've left you. You damn well knew my
husband was out of town over the weekend and that I was waiting
for you hoping you'd spend the night with me. Did you show up?
Hell no! Did you call to explain why you weren't going to come
over and fuck me? Hell NO! I want an explanation... and I want
it now! You're fucking some slut aren't you!"
McNab realized his mouth was hanging open and abruptly shut it.
He struggled to come to grips with the fact that Jack Merrin was
fucking this gorgeous married woman regularly and was apparently
screwing numerous other women as well. "Eh... Alyson.. I
think.."
"I'm not speaking to you! Who cares what you think! I want to
Jack to explain to me why he's no longer interested in my hot
body. You guys like to give opinions... so give me one. Don't
you think this body is hot?"
Alyson unzipped her blouse enough to expose more of her tits
and then pulled her short skirt up almost to her waist revealing
her panties. "Well, would any of you guys turn this down?" Five
male heads shook from side to side rapidly. "Maybe my ass isn't
hot enough for Jack. Is that it, Jack. You don't like my ass?"
Alyson turned, pulled the skirt up to her waist, and thrust her
ass toward the men. Only the very narrow strip of her thong
between her cheeks covered anything. "Would any of you turn down
this ass?" Again no one spoke. The fact was that all of them
were in shock, and all five had hard erections. 'How about my
tits? Aren't my tits good enough for you, Jack?" Alyson
unzipped her blouse and pulled down her bra. Her rock hard, firm
tits thrust forward like twin cannons. Males groans rose around
the table.
Alyson's voice softened. "Please, Jack. Tell me what I did
wrong. You haven't fucked me for a week. I'm going crazy. Did
I make you mad someway? Wasn't I good enough in bed?" Please
tell me. I can fix it... just give me a chance... please. I
know I wasn't able to deep throat your big cock... it's just so
damn big. But I can learn."
Gammel and Hoberg were clutching their cocks. Gohn was
stroking his. McNab and Dycus were both iron hard, but as
directors, they were too embarrassed to openly jerk off in front
of their employees.
"You didn't do anything wrong, Alyson. I've had the flu this
last week, and I felt like shit. I didn't even want to answer
the phone. I'm feeling much better now, and I had intended to
call you later this afternoon before your husband comes home from
work. That's the truth," Jack concluded solemnly. He was
surprised that he was able to keep from laughing.
"Oh god! I'm so glad! I'm mean... well, I don't mean that I'm
glad that you had the flu, but I'm just so happy that it's
temporary... that you're not mad at me and that you're not going
to dump me." Alyson knelt in front of Jack and slowly ran her
hands over his crotch. "Ooohhhh I think he still likes me....
mmmmmmm... my husband won't be home for another two hours, Honey.
Interested?"
"Of course I'm interested. I'll follow you in my truck."
McNab finally found his voice. "Are you saying that you're
fucking Jack regularly, Alyson?"
In a rank ordering of stupid questions, McNab's had to be a
strong competitor for the number one position. Alyson smiled
sweetly at McNab and replied, "Why no, Honey. Whatever gave you
the idea that I'm fucking Jack? Women don't fuck men like Jack.
Jack fucks women... lots of women. Whenever he wants them. I
was afraid he didn't want me any longer. Come on, Darling. I
can't wait to get your big cock into my pussy."
The two of them walked out of the bar, with their arms about
each other. The five men sat in stunned silence at the table for
over five minutes. At the end of that time, all five still had
stiff hard-ons. Finally, McNab summed up the situation.
"Gentlemen, I think we have seriously underestimated Mr. Jack
Merrin." There was no argument on that point.
If there had been any doubts, they were laid to rest when Cecil
blurted. "Oh shit. Take a look out there beside Jack's truck.
The hot bitch is kneeling in front of Jack sucking him off!"
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We weren't in Jack's apartment for more than a couple of
minutes before he had me naked. I stripped his clothes off just
as fast. Even though he had just emptied a huge load of cum into
my mouth and belly in the parking lot, he was iron hard again and
wild to get into me.
He sat down on the couch, and I straddled his thighs. Reaching
between our bodies, he held his cock still so I could get it into
my cunt. His cock was so incredibly hard, there was no problem.
I just worked my pussy over the big throbbing head until it found
my opening. That was all the help Jack needed. Holding my hips
he pushed it in... deep... making it thud hard against my womb.
I hooted in female pleasure... then I screamed as he began slowly
fucking me. He only had to keep this up for a few minutes, and I
was racing toward my first climax.
"OOhhhh I'm almost there, Lover. Bang me hard, Stud... bang me
... make me cum."
His hips surged upward as his hands rammed my cunt down on his
sex spike. It bottomed out and I gurgled and moaned as I came,
my cunt and clit throbbing and spurting.
"Mmmmm... I love the way your cunt throbs when you cum, Alyson.
Your the absolute best I've ever had, ever will have, or have
ever heard of. You're now drop dead gorgeous. You got everyone
at the bar so hot they almost came in their pants, and all of
them have jacked off thinking about you by this time. I told you
a year ago that you're a hot, incredibly delicious woman and an
unbelievably good fuck. You still are, and now, you're also
impossibly beautiful."
I began to thrust my pussy up and down his big cock faster.
"Oh... you're one fantastic lover, Honey. MMMmmmmm... I can feel
something throbbing inside my pussy, Jack. I think it's about to
shoot me." A minute later, I took several shots point blank...
each one hitting the cunt's eye dead center.
I wanted Jack to keep fucking me so I could cum again, but I
knew I would be getting his cock a lot more, so I knew I could
wait. Women do have some will power... not much, but some.
"How long do we have before I have to get you home?" Jack
asked.
"As long as we want, Honey. Roger knows I'm here. He knows we
both owe you big time. We swing, sometimes party separately.
Most of the time, my husband is my lover. He either makes love
to me or fucks me 10 to 12 times a week now... and he is one
masterful stud."
"That's wonderful. I'm really happy for both of you, Alyson.
Please thank Roger for me for letting me enjoy you one more time.
Every time I've jerked off during the last year, it's been to
memories of the night I had with you. Now, I have two nights to
think about when I masturbate."
I grinned, got on my back and spread my legs wide open. The
position fully opened up my cunt gash for Jack to see. His cock
got hard almost immediately. Pulling my pussy open for him, I
said with the best seductive voice I could muster, "Are you sure
you only want to fuck this hot cunt tonight? Am I going to have
to put on another screaming scene like I did in the bar every
time I want you between my thighs?"
It was too much for Jack to comprehend when he was looking at
my gaping cum-filled pussy. All he wanted was to bury himself
into me. I arched my hips and hissed, "Come on, Lover. Fuck me
and make me cum." I screamed in ecstasy when he nailed his rod
into me.
Jack drove himself into me like a will bull. My hips dancing
and gyrated beneath my randy stud. I was already on edge before
he entered me... with his big cock slugging in and out of my
cunt, I came within minutes. My contracting vagina brought
groans of intense masculine pleasure from Jack. He fucked me
harder... faster... until he exploded his load deep inside my
cunt. I came again when he filled me.
For the next hour, we fucked each other continuously.
Sometimes, he had me mounted on his rod in reverse cowgirl
position... his hands reaching around my hips to caress and
stroke my engorged, sensitive clitoris. Every time he did this,
I wailed that it was too sensitive... too intense, and I would
beg him to stop. Fortunately, I was being fucked by a
knowledgeable stud who knew better than to give a womn what she's
asking for. He continued to stroke my clit with his fingers
while his magnificent cock stroked my cunt. I began to cum
almost continuously... of course, always crying out that I
couldn't take any more.
At one point, he spun me around on his cock until I was facing
him. Now my clit was shielded from his fingers, but my tits were
immediately attacked by his sucking lips and mouth. Once more, I
wailed as my pussy throbbed in another orgasm. This time, Jack
pumped his third load into me.
While we rested, Jack asked, "What did you mean by your
question did I only want to fuck you tonight?"
"Just what it sounds like, Darling. I thought you'd like to
have me on a regular basis. I love the way you make me cum."
"You know that I would. But your husband is not going to like
that."
"For once, you're wrong, Jack. He occasionally enjoys himself
with my best female friend, and her husband fucks me a couple of
times a month. We don't see a lot of other people, but we do
enjoy sex with others. I like two men at the same time. Jack
loves to have me and another woman. Once a month or so, he fucks
me and his secretary, Susan, in the same bed all night. And
about that often, Roger and another man do me. Would you like to
have a threesome with Roger and I?"
"That sounds like a fantastic wet dream to me. You know how
much better you're making my life? It was nothing before I met
you. It's been better for the last year, and now if I get to see
you once a month or so, I can't begin to tell you how much I
would love that."
"Great. You can call me during the day if you like and
occasionally we'll fuck. I'll call you when I'm hot for your
cock or when Roger and I want to set up a threesome. Just one
condition. Roger and I are lovers everyday. I'm with him most
of the time. We limit our playing with our friends to a few
times a month. Will you be Ok with that?"
"Will I be Ok? I thought that a year ago was the only time I'd
ever see you. Then, came tonight, and I'm in paradise. Once a
month would be wonderful. But I have one condition too."
"What?" I asked curiously.
"You have to promise me that if it ever gets burdensome or not
fun for you and Roger any longer, you'll tell me and we'll stop.
No hard feelings. I promise."
"Ok. Deal. Now, I've sucked you off and you've fucked my
mouth. You've already done my hot pussy several times, but my
ass hasn't been fucked yet. I want your cock up my ass, Lover,
and I want your next load there."
We courted like high school kids for the next half hour. Jack
kissed every part of me and I returned the favor. He finally
went down on my cum-filled pussy and brought me to an intense
orgasm. I was still throbbing when he whispered, "Ass fucking
time, Honey."
"Cunt fuck me first, Lover.... really hard... when I'm cumming,
pull out and put it in my ass and fill me full of your hot load."
Jack got me up on all fours, pushed my head down on the bed,
and entered my cunt. I was so wet and stretched he sank all the
way into me easily. For ten minutes, he slow fucked me...
skewering his rod in and out of me. Occasionally, he would pull
it out and tell me how hot I looked with my cunt stretched into a
big fuck hole. On these occasions, he always spanked my ass with
his cock and then used it as a probe to caress my clitoris. When
he fucked it back into my pussy, the fucking picked up speed. I
was getting close.
"I'm about to cum, Honey. Fast fuck me... hard... when I cum,
start ass fucking me."
A moment later, my vagina and clit were contracting in hard
spasms as my orgasm pulsed through my cunt. He continued to fuck
me long enough to allow me to enjoy my climax, then he pulled
out, rose over me, and drove his sex spike into my ass.
"UUNNGGHHHHHHHHH.... OOOHHH FUCKKKK... THAT'S SO HOT. Ass
fuck into me, Lover. Give it to me hard.... Use me... shoot off
in meeeeeeeeee!"
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming in you, Alyson... aaahhh... uggghhh...
big load... oohhhh yess... I'm shooting it innnnnnnnnnnn... take
it... aaaahhhh.."
I came again when Jack's big load was running down my cunt and
forming a long cum rope attached to my clit.
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Epilog:
The next night Roger and I went to bed at 8 PM so we would have
plenty of time for intense erotic sex. I told him every single
hot detail about my meeting with Jack and his friends at the bar
and then related in detail the way Jack had spent three hours
fucking me. Finally, I told him that Jack had gratefully
accepted our invitation to join us for fun and games about once a
month.
"Do you think it will bother him to be in bed with another man
even though you're going to be the center of our attention?"
"Aaahhhh... oohhh... that's soooo damn good. Nobody can fuck
you, Honey... Pump me a little faster, Honey."
"Not until you answer the question, Slut."
"Nooo...uuummmm... it won't bother him. He'll love it... just
like you do. AAAAHHH... yeees.. you know what I like, you sexy
stud. I'm about to cum."
"Cum you hot Bitch!"
"OOOHhhhhhhhh... cumming!!"
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Two days later our phone rang at two in the afternoon. I knew
it would be Jack, and it was. But I did not anticipate want he
told me.
"Alyson, I had to call to tell you something wild."
"What?"
"Ray McNab called me into his office this morning. I thought
he was going to fire me. Instead, he apologized for
underestimating my abilities for years. I told him not to worry
about it, as he pretty much had my abilities pegged. You know
what he said to that?"
"What?"
"Bull Shit... he said 'Bull Shit'. Just like that. Then he
added that I was the most modest, self effacing guy he had ever
met. I almost remember his exact words: "You have a way with
people that is the best I've ever seen. You make people feel
good when they're around you. And your persuasive powers are
awesome. Anyone who can get that gorgeous fox Alyson out of her
panties, get her to cheat on her husband, and then go into a hot
rage when you're not fucking her enough has got to be Don Juan
and Casanova combined."
"He's right, you know," I said.
"No. He just doesn't know all the facts. But here's the best
part. He reminded me that Marvin Hasselmire had resigned as
Assistant Director of Public Relations and Personnel at the
sanitation department two weeks ago. McNab said he had been
trying to decide who to put in Hasselmire's position. When he
saw how smoothly I had seduced you, and how smoothly I calmed you
down when you were screaming at me, he said, "I knew I had found
the right man. If you can get into that hot woman's pants, you
won't have any problems handling dissatisfied sanitation
customers."
"That's FANTASTIC! Congratulations, Jack. Tell me about the
position."
"Well, I won't be picking up garbage any longer. I'll be
working in a nice office, wearing nice suits, meeting and talking
to people which I love to do. My salary will more than triple,
and I now have a future. When McNab retires in about five years,
I could advance to the Director's position. Or I might get an
offer from another city before then, but I although I couldn't
take such an offer, it would be nice to get it."
"Why couldn't you take it?"
"Because, if I did, I would miss my once or twice a month
meetings with the hottest, sexiest woman on the planet. There's
not a job in the world at any salary that could get me to do
that."
"You know, you haven't fucked me in four days, you rotten
Bastard! Would you like to have dinner with Roger and I tonight
at our place and then spend the night in our bed and in me?"
"Do bears live in the forest?"
"See you at 8 PM, Lover. I'll leave it up to you and Roger to
work out who gets which one of my hot holes first."
"Hot Bitch!"
"Bastard!"
"I can't wait."
"Neither can I."
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