Fishing Expeditions

	by RLM

Dinner with Art and Tracy:

	It was an early Friday afternoon, and I had just returned from filling in as a substitute algebra and general science teacher at our local high school.  I still had another week to go before Mr. Markson would be sufficiently recovered from his bout with the flu to resume his teaching duties.  Gordon was still at work and wouldn't be home for another hour.  

	I had the fridge door open pondering what to fix for dinner and wishing that Gordon would come home and suggest that we go out for dinner.  As if in answer to my silent wish, the phone rang.  When I answered it, I heard the familiar voice of Tracy Bronner on the other end. 

	"Hi, Tracy.  What's up?"  I inquired.

	"A few things.  What are your plans for dinner and the evening?"

	"I don't know.  I was just searching the fridge to see what's there that I might fix for our dinner.  Actually, I'm hoping that when I inform Gordon that all we have to eat is beans and cornbread or something like that, he'll take me out to a nice restaurant."

	"That's wonderful!  I don't mean it's wonderful that you're going to have to eat beans and cornbread for dinner... I'm just pleased that you don't yet have any other plans.  Art asked me call to see if you would like to come over to our place for dinner.  He  has some really nice looking steaks that he's going to grill, and I'm fixing baked potatoes, asparagus, and a chef's salad.  I also have a German chocolate cake baking in the oven right now for dessert.  After dinner, we can have some wine.  Sound good?"

	I just laughed.  "It sounds fantastic.  Amazing as it may seem, streaks, baked potatoes, asparagus, salad, chocolate cake and after dinner wine usually beats beans and cornbread to hell and back.  Gordon isn't home yet, but when he weighs the beans and cornbread against the steaks, I'm sure he'll be wild to come over.  Count on us.  Can I bring anything?  What time?"

	"How about 7 PM.  We'll have a cocktail while Art cooks the steaks.  And no, you don't need to bring anything except yourselves."

	"Ok.  We'll be there unless I call you back.  It's possible, but unlikely, that Gordon has something important that he has to do."

	"Sounds good.  Listen, Paula.  I need to alert you about Art's plans.  He's got a two week lease on an apartment at a fishing/hunting lodge in northern Canada.  He's says the fishing and hunting are fantastic, and there's boating and hiking.  The place is sort of a macho resort.  He's going to try to persuade Gordon to take a two week, hunting/fishing vacation with him to Canada next month.  So unless you want to be alone for two weeks, you need to be thinking of a way to put the kibosh to the plan."

	"That actually sounds like a lot of fun for the guys.  How do you feel about it?"

	"Well, I hate be all alone for two weeks with nothing to do but watch TV reruns."

	"How about the four of us going?"

	"I've asked Art that same question.  He hems and haws ... says things about the apartment being crowded... that we don't like fishing and hunting... so on and so forth."

	"Well, I sort of agree with him.  I hate hunting and fishing, and I'm pretty sure you do as well.  Isn't that right?  If so, why would we want to go anyway?"

	"Well, that's right, but it just doesn't seem fair to me."

	"Nor to me.  I'll think about it.  See you tonight, I hope."

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	At 5:40, my husband arrived.  As soon as he entered our home, his first action was to take me in his arms and kiss me tenderly at first, then more deeply, until I wondered if I was going to be laid before we went to dinner at the Bronners.  

	"UUmmmmmm... you always know how to get my attention, Lover," I whispered in my sexy husband's ear as my fingers traced the underside of his semihard cock.  

	"Love getting your attention," he groaned, his cock continuing to harden under the action of my fingers up and down his swelling shaft.  At the same time, his fingers began working under my skirt... up and down the crease of my ass.

	"OOooohh, Baby.  Are you going to fuck me right now?"

	"That action is under serious consideration.  You've got to be the hottest wife on the planet, Paula.  I have to force myself to drive within the speed limit on the way home everyday."

	"Oh fuck!  I love hearing you say things like that... I can't keep from creaming my panties when you do."

	"Are you creaming them right now?"

	"Feel me, Lover.  Feel me!"

	Gordon moved his hand from where it was sensuously stroking my ass, around my hips, and then onto my mound.  I couldn't keep my hips still as his fingers probed into my Y.

	"You hot sexy, Bitch," he whispered into my ear.  "Your panties are already wet.  I mean really wet!  Did some guy fuck you just before I got home?"

	I licked my husband's ear and then pushed the tip of my tongue inside.   "That's for me to know, Honey, and for you to wonder about."

	"Bitch!  Come on.  Let's go to the bedroom.  I'm hard as stone now."

	"Oh shit!  You've gotten me so hot and so worked up I almost forgot.  Art and Tracy Bronner have asked us over to their house for dinner... steaks, baked potatoes, asparagus, salad, German chocolate cake, and wine.  We have to be there by 7 PM."

	"Damn!  That sounds delicious... but so do you... and it's going to be really hard for me eat dinner and carry on a conversation with this hard on.  Want to take of it for me?"

	"No.  No way!  I want that big cock hard and ready when we get home tonight.  I expect to use it... a lot.  Do you want to go to the Bronners?  I think it sounds like a really nice evening."

	"Of course, I want to go.  I'll go change."

	"Don't you dare let me catch you masturbating!"

	"Ok.  I'll lock the bathroom door first."

	"Sexy Bastard!"

	"Hot Slut!"

	We both grinned with pleasure thinking about the wild sex we would have latter tonight.  

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	At 6:15, we were sitting in our den talking about the upcoming evening with the Bronners.  Abruptly, I asked my husband, "What do you think about Tracy?  I mean as a woman."

	I could see my husband hesitate.  With all the experience this stud had with women, he had no trouble instantly recognizing the explosive potential of my question.  "Well," he began slowly.  "she's certainly very attractive, not as much as you, but she turns most male heads."

	"I know.  I've seen her turn yours."  My husband started to protest, but then immediately realized how foolish that was.  So, he just smiled and shrugged.  "How you ever hit on her?  Tried to get her into bed?"

	"A couple of times when I was dancing with her at parties, I've let my hands wander a bit.  She didn't stop me, but she didn't move closer or give me any encouragement either.  So, I backed off.  My impression is that she's the faithful, monogamous wife... very conservative.  How about you?  What do you think about Art?  I mean as a man."

	"Actually, I think Art is the real conservative one.  So much so, that Tracy is afraid to be anything else but conservative for fear of displeasing her husband.  On several occasions, I let Art see more of me than he supposed to see.  When I caught him looking and smiled, he apologized profusely.  On another occasion, I was dancing with my tits mashed against his chest... he backed off.  He's at least as conservative as Tracy, but as I say, I think he's the driving conservative force in that marriage."

	 "Would you like to fuck him if he were willing?" my husband asked.

	Now it was my turn to hesitate.  Then, like my husband, I realized how foolish it would be for me to protest and deny it.  "Of course.  You know I like men, and Art is a very handsome guy.  Now I've been honest... your turn.  Would you like to screw Tracy?"

	"Come on, Paula.  Get you mind out of the gutter.  We need to leave or we're going to be late."  He held the front door open for me as I fumed at his evasiveness.  I was still mad as I climbed into the front seat of our car while Gordon held the door for me.  As I was fastening my seat belt, my husband leaned over, cupped my tits, and whispered in my ear, "I'd fuck Tracy's hot cunt in a heartbeat.  I didn't have any luck with my wife an hour ago.  She left me with a huge hard-on.  Maybe Tracy will be interested in taking care of it."

	My pussy was again dripping as Gordon drove us to the Bronners.

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	As soon as we arrived, I waved at Art and made my way to the kitchen to see if I could help Tracy with the preparations.   "Hi, Tracy.  How can I help?  Make the salad?"

	"I'm already working on that.  The cake should be cooled by now.  Why don't you put the icing on."

	"I'm on it.  Do I need to mix up the frosting?"

	"No.  I took the easy way out and bought a container of German chocolate frosting.  It's sitting on the cabinet beside the cake."

	I cut the cake in half and began spreading the frosting between the layers while Tracy worked on the Caesar salad.  "Where are the men?" she asked.  

	I went into the den and saw them on the patio discussing something as the steaks cooked on the grille.   "They're out on the patio.  It's safe to talk," I giggled.  

	"Have you thought of a diplomatic way to keep our husbands from going off to Canada for two weeks."

	"I've been considering the situation ever since you called this afternoon.  I don't think we should stop them.  Why should we?  They'll have a great time."

	Tracy was shocked.  "Why should we stop them?  How many reasons would you like for me to give you?"

	"As many as you have," I commented as I licked frosting off my fingers.  "MMMmmmm... this cake is going to be luscious.  I love German chocolate cake."

	"Ok.  Here goes.  First, it's expensive.  Second, hunting can be dangerous.  How's that for starters?"

	"Not so good.  It is expensive but not relative to what our incomes are.  Both Art and Gordon make six digit salaries approaching $200,000 a year... in fact, Art may make even more since he's in management while Gordon is the chief technical engineer.  I work part time and so do you.  So cost really isn't an issue, is it?  As to being dangerous, a lot more people are killed on the highways in one year than have been killed in hunting accidents in the last twenty years.  Besides which, both Art and Gordon are very experienced with the use of weapons.  Both of them have served in the armed forces.  Any more reasons?"

	"Absolutely!  Do you think for one minute that this up scale fishing/hunting lodge with the entire place filled with young and financially well fixed males isn't going to attract a lot of women on the prowl?  They're going to be all over our husbands."

	"So?  And your point is?"

	"Well... I mean... Oh come on, Paula.  Do you think Gordon is going to look the other way?  Art might, but I doubt it."

	"Tracy, we're both married to good-looking, attractive, and very masculine men.  That means they're going to look and maybe even sample from time to time, but they love us and even if they do a little sampling, they'll be working overtime to make it up to us when the trip is over.  Trying to keep our men penned up in our homes will make them more likely to sample than giving our guys freedom.  Gordon gives me freedom, and I return the favor.  Any other reasons?"

	"All right, those are all good points, but the real reason is that we're going to be sitting home alone for two weeks with nothing to do but watch TV.  I hate that!"

	"Now there's a great reason!  I feel exactly the same way, but your solution is all wrong.  Let's encourage our men to go and have a great time, and in return, you and I get to go some place where we can have a great time too.  And maybe do some sampling of our own."

	"Oh Gawd!  That's a great idea.  There's no way the men can refuse.  Where shall we go?"

	"Let's have lunch tomorrow and discuss the possibilities.  I suggest we consider Cancun, Bermuda, Jamaica, and Las Vegas for starters."

	"Oh Wow!  Those are all such exotic and erotic places!  I was thinking more along the lines of maybe a shopping trip to Dallas or St. Louis."

	"We can shop at the other places too, Tracy.  Besides, if our guys are going to look and maybe sample... why can't we?  Huh?"

	"I don't think I could do that?"

	"Then don't... but isn't it wonderfully exciting to know that you could if you wanted to?"

	"Oh Gawd!" Tracy said for a second time.  This time, I saw a small shudder of excitement shake her body.

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	When the steaks were on the table, Tracy and I carried the rest of the dinner into the dining room.  When we entered, the men lost interest in whatever they had been discussing and stared at us.  Art's eyes were practically devouring me, and my randy husband couldn't take his eyes off of Tracy's big boobs.

	I wasn't the least bit surprised as both Tracy and I were wearing tight blouses that exposed a lot of our large breasts.  Our long blonde hair cascaded over our shoulders making us look like very sexy sisters.  With a smile that was half teasing and half seductive, I remarked, "Do you guys want to eat this wonderful meal or something else?"

	Art grinned and replied, "Depends.  What else is on the menu?"

	"Not what you're hoping for, Big Guy," Tracy said teasingly.  

	"Story of my life," Art moaned.

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	As were enjoying the cake, Art started his pitch.  "Tracy said she told you about the Canada trip.  Gordon and I discussed it while the steaks were cooking.  It's really a fabulous place if you like fishing and hunting.  There's also hiking, boating, and camping sites available, a great restaurant, shopping areas, and so on.  I've already got the apartment reserved.  Any comments?"

	Before Tracy could object, I said enthusiastically, "I think it's a great idea... a perfect vacation for a couple of macho guys like the two of you."

	"You wouldn't mind?" Gordon asked, not just a little surprised.

	"Why should I mind?  I can't count the number of wonderful things you do for me.  When do you leave?"

	Art was even more surprised than Gordon.  "That's great, Paula.  But Tracy isn't as positive about it as you are."

	"Oh you're wrong, Art.  We also discussed it while we worked on dinner in the kitchen."
	
	He immediately looked at his wife for confirmation.  She smiled and nodded.  "Fantastic!  Have we got two great wives or what!"  he exclaimed.  

	"There's just one thing, Guys," I said sweetly.  "Tracy and I want to go somewhere while you're in Canada at the lodge.  Not for two weeks... that's too long, but for about a week.  This way we'll have a nice vacation too and not have to sit home alone for two weeks watching TV.  Are you guys ok with that?"

	I could see the knowing smile on my husband's face as well as the twinkle in his eyes.  "Not much gets past my husband," I thought to myself with pride.  Art, however, seemed bewildered.  

	"Well... I guess that would be ok.  You could look out for each other and be careful.  Sure... why not?  I think it would be all right.   What do you say, Gordon?" 

	"I think the girls will have a wonderful time," my husband responded.

	"Fine," Art announced.  "Where do you plan on going?"

	"We haven't decided yet.  We'll let you know before you leave."

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Vacation Planning:

	The next afternoon, Tracy and I were sitting at our kitchen table working on the sandwiches and salad I had fixed for our lunch.  

	"I've never gone off on a vacation alone without Art before," Tracy was saying, obviously nervous over the thought.  

	"It's time you did, Honey.  Doesn't the thought excite you?"

	"That's what's making me so nervous.  It does excite me, and I don't understand why."

	"It excites me too.  So much so that I'm really looking forward to it.  And you know very well, Tracy Bronner, just why it excites you."

	"No... I don't... I mean...  Oh hell!  Yeah, I know why it excites me."

	"Good for you.  So where should we go?  Cancun is a sexy place.  All those hard-bodied beach guys.  They even have some nude beaches.  The hotels are fabulous and the food is great.   Swimming, sailing, scuba diving if we take a few lessons, sound good?"

	"Would you go to a nude beach, Paula?"

	"Absolutely.  I've never done that before.  I'd love it... and so will you.  Just think how erotic it would be showing it all off to a 22-year old stud."

	"I just don't know, Paula.  If we did that, the men would all want to ... you know."

	"want to fuck us?  Many times and really hard and hot?"

	"Yes."

	"That's a really hot thought isn't it?"  Tracy closed her eyes and moaned softly at the thoughts that were swimming through her head.  

	"We could go to Bermuda.  They have some nice beaches, none nude as far as I know.  Gambling casinos, great restaurants, lots of shopping.  But the men will be mostly older, rich guys.  I vote against Bermuda."

	When Tracy didn't respond, I said, "How about Jamaica?"  They have hotels for couples and singles looking for excitement, nude beaches, and a lot of hard bodied black studs who just love pleasing white married women."

	"Paula!  We couldn't do that!"  Then, after a brief pause... "Could we?"

	"As hot as both of us are right now just thinking about it, how could we not?"

	Tracy moaned softly, obviously envisioning her legs wrapped around the pounding butt of a black stallion.

	"But we wouldn't have to.  It's just available.  We could be content to be excited by the fantasy.  The last place on my list is Vegas.  And you know what they say, 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.'   They have great hotels at low prices because they make most of their money on the gambling.  Fantastic restaurants... more shopping than we could do in a year.  And a lot... I mean a lot... of guys there without their wives and single men hoping to get lucky.  How about Vegas?"

	By this time, Tracy's eyes were closed, and her hips were moving back and forth.  As I watched, her tongue slipped out and begin to continuously lick over her lips.  "Ok.  You're the one who's so nervous.  Either you come up with a different suggestion, or you choose one of those three places.  What's it going to be?"

	I finished my sandwich as I waited for Tracy to reply.  Finally, she whispered, without opening her eyes, "Paula, are we going to be laid on this vacation?"

	"If you dead set against it, you won't be.  If you're at least open to the possibility then.... Maybe... no, make that probably."

	"Oh gawd!" Tracy moaned softly.  "I've never had another man since Art and I were married.   All those cocks fucking us.... Oh gawd!"

	Tracy's hand was now unconsciously pressing against her breasts moving slowly over the nipples.  "Are there a lot of black men in Vegas and other men who would want to have sex with us?" she whispered.  

	"Yeah... a lot!"

	"And in Jamaica, we'd go to nude beaches with men looking at us and all of them and the local black men wanting us?"

	"Absolutely... more than you can imagine."

	"And Cancun?  Latinos, beach boys, black studs, swingers, singles guys all trying to seduce us?  Nude beaches?"

	"Yes to all of those.  It's wildly erotic.  So where do we go?  It's your choice."

	"Oh god... I'm so turned on just thinking about this I can't decide.  Where do you think we should go?"

	"Let's talk about it some more after we look up some information on the internet.  Regardless of what we decide, let's not tell the guys until we take them to their plane to go to Canada.  At that point, it will be too late for them to object.  If Art asks, just tell him we're still discussing it."

	"That's so devious... so exciting... so hot.  I think I need to start taking the pill before we go...  Just in case you understand.  Just as a precaution.  It probably won't be necessary."

	"You're right.  It probably won't be."   I couldn't suppress a giggle.  Neither could Tracy.  
	
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Departure:

	One Thursday evening a week later, Art and Gordon had all their gear packed in our van ready for us to drive them to the airport to catch their plane to O'Hare airport in Chicago.  From there, they would catch their connecting flight to the Canadian resort.  The last 30 miles of the trip would be by bus provided by the resort.

	The night before their departure, both of the men were badgering us to tell them where we would be going on our trip.  "We'll tell you when we drop you off at the airport, not before," Tracy replied with a devilish grin.

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	Art and Tracy pulled into our driveway early the next morning.  I was watching from the head of the stairs as they entered our house.  As we had agreed, Tracy was wearing practically nothing.  The plunging bodice of her dress exposed half of her big tits.  The micro-mini skirt ended just below her ass.  Her legs looked hot in the white stockings she wore above her sexy heels.  As she leaned against the counter, the tiny skirt pulled up enough to expose her thin white panties.  

	Even as experienced as Gordon was, he couldn't take his eyes off Tracy.  From the head of the stairs, I couldn't tell where his eyes were focused, but I was pretty confident that they were switching back and forth from her big tits to the alluring panties.   My husband gave a slight shake of his head, turned to Art with his palms turned up, and said, "Sorry to stare like that, Art.  But your wife looks just incredible!"

	Tracy just beamed with female pleasure as her husband replied, "I don't blame you.  She says it's a going-away present for me to keep my mind on her while we're gone."

	"Well, she has a point there," Gordon nodded as he turned his gaze back to the sensuous woman leaning against our counter.  "I doubt that you'll be forgetting how good she looks while we're in Canada."

	That was my cue to enter.  "Hi, Guys," I called out from the head of the stairs.  "I'm sorry to be late.  Just running behind this morning.  We're got to be on our way before you miss your plane."  I walked rapidly down the stairs still just half dressed.  My arms were inside my blouse, but I hadn't gotten it over my shoulders yet.   I pretended to be struggling to get it closed as I reached the bottom of the stairs. 

	Now it was Art's turn to stare, and stare he did!  The demi-bra I was wearing only covered the bottom portion of my breasts leaving both nipples on display.  To make the scene even more erotic, both of my breasts were bouncing wildly as I hurried down the staircase.  Although my mini-skirt was longer than Tracy's, it exposed my belly down to two inches below my navel, and there was a split over my left thigh.  Above my 4-inch heels, I was bare legged.  I saw Tracy grinning at me as she watched her husband's mouth hanging open.
	
	"Sorry to be late, Guys.  But then it doesn't look like Art is too mad at me."

	Art shook his head just as Gordon had done and said, "God!  I can't decide which one of them looks sexier.  Amazing!"

	"Why thank you, Art.  What a nice thing to say," I whispered as I moved close enough to press my nearly naked breasts against his chest and give him a kiss.  "I hope you guys have fun, but think about us occasionally."

	"Hey!  What do you think you're doing, Paula!" Tracy cried out.  "If you're going to kiss my husband, then I get a turn with yours."  My husband voiced no objections when a nearly naked Tracy plastered her body against his and planted an open-mouthed kiss on his lips.

	I responded by opening my mouth pressing it against Art's lips, kissing him much harder than before.  Almost immediately, his arms encircled my waist and pulled me against his rapidly hardening cock as his tongue explored my mouth.  Tracy told me later that Gordon's cock got hard a stone while she was kissing him and his hands were inside her panties soon thereafter.

	Dragging her lips off my husband's, Tracy moaned softly and said, "Paula, your husband's not gonna be allowed to board the plane.  He's carrying a big, concealed weapon in his pants."

	"MMMMmmmm... so is your husband.  They might be jailed for attempting to board a plane carrying concealed dangerous weapons like that."

	After another 30 seconds, both Tracy and I had male hands inside our panties, tongues inside our mouths, and raging cocks grinding against us.  Tracy groaned: "Art... Art," she gasped.  "Art, Gordon wants me to take care of his concealed weapon so he can board the plane.  Can I fuck him, Art.  Tell me... can I fuck Gordon?"

	All Art could do was groan.  "Ooohhh god... Ooohhh god, so damn hot.  You feel fantastic, Paula."

	"Gordon, I've got the same question.  Art's going crazy.  Can I fuck him and take care of his very, very hard problem?"

	"Hell Yes!  Let's fuck!"  both men yelled, almost in unison.  

	As I pulled back, I gasped, "Oh Shit!  Look at the time!  Look at the time, Tracy.  We haven't got time to take care of their hard problems.  They'll miss their plane and we'll miss our vacation.  Let's go!  We have to go right now!"

	As Tracy and I ran to the van, the men followed mad, disappointed, and both calling us worthless, prick-teaching bitches.  We loved it.

	On the drive to the airport, we made to the two men sit in the back seat so they wouldn't cause us to have a wreck on the freeway.  As we dropped them off at the gate, Gordon said, "Ok.  We're here.  Now tell us where you're going!"

	"Ok.  Listen you two.  Here's the deal.  It's a great deal so don't screw it up and don't even think about turning it down.  Give them the envelopes Tracy."

	Tracy handed each of our husbands an envelope with his name on it.  As she handed them over, she said, "You are not to open your envelops until your plane is in the air.  If you do and we find out about it, there's going to be hell to pay... for example, get ready to sleep on the couch for no less than a month or more... and we mean it!  But, if you both play by the rules we describe in your letters, we'll all have a great vacation and even more fun afterwards.  Now hurry up or you'll miss your plane.  Have fun!  A lot of it!"

	We both waved goodbye as we pulled away from the curb both laughing.  The men stood in front of the gate with puzzled and somewhat worried looks on their faces, Art much more so than Gordon who more accustomed to this type of behavior from his wife.

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Letters from the Wives:
	
	All through the boarding procedure, Art and Gordon continued to look at each other and at the envelopes they held with a mixture of curiosity, sexual excitement, and worry.  "Do you think we should just call this trip off, Gordon?" Art asked as they stood in the line to go through the security checks.

	"No.  No way!  First, we would be missing a great vacation in Canada.  Second, we would mess up the plans our wives have.  And third, I have no interest in sleeping on the couch for the next six weeks or so."

	"Tracy said four weeks."

	"No.  She said four weeks or MORE.  I don't know about your wife, but I can tell you for certain that if I mess up all Paula's plans, I'll be lucky to get back into her bed within six weeks.  But on the other hand, if we play fair and follow their instructions, I think we're going to have a great time... both in Canada and when we get back home."

	"Ok... Ok... You're right, but I can't keep from worrying."

	"About what?"

	"About Tracy.  I'm just afraid that... well... you know."

	"Know what?  That she'll have fun... get fucked?"

	"Yeah."

	"So what?  That's not bad.  That's good.  If she gets laid while we're gone, she's going to be working overtime to make it up to you in the bedroom when we get back.  Believe me, you'll love it.  And besides that, Paula owes you a hot session in her bed just like Tracy owes me one."

	Art nodded, obviously feeling better about the situation.  "He's a smart guy," Gordon thought.  "Someone just needed to explain it to him properly."

	An hour later, as the plane leveled off on its journey to Chicago, Gordon and Art opened their envelopes.  Both letters were similar.  Gordon couldn't keep from smiling as he read his:

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Dearest Gordon,
	
	First, both Tracy and I want you and Art to have a wonderful time in Canada.  Fish, hunt, go hiking, boating, eat in the best restaurants, and in the evening, we hope you both find some attractive women to enjoy.  Just be discreet and careful as I'm sure you will be.  We expect a full report after our vacations are over.  We know you and Art will want one from us, and we expect the same.

	Second, Tracy and I are going to spend a week in Las Vegas.  We considered Jamaica, but that's a little on the dangerous side for two unescorted women.  So we've opted for Vegas.  The Bellagio is a little on the expensive side, so we've made reservations for Caesar's Palace... one room, two double beds with mirrors in the ceiling over each bed... (giggle.. giggle).

	Third,  we expect to enjoy the spa, swimming, shopping, body massages (not from women), wonderful cuisine in great restaurants, night clubbing, and I'm pretty certain a lot of sex but we will be discreet and careful, we promise.  

	Fourth, we both have our cell phones as you do, and we will call you at least once a day or you can call us.  But we've decided on the following rule.  You can call Tracy anytime you like to get an update on what we're doing... we promise to tell you the truth...but you can't call me.  The same rule applies to Art... he can call me but not Tracy.  And we'll abide by the same rule... when I call, it will be to Art and if Tracy calls, you will get the call.  And no one can switch phones... only Art and I talk... only you and Tracy talk.  We think this will lead to a much more honest, open, and frank exchange and a lot more fun for all of us.

	Fifth, we both apologize for our outrageous behavior before we took you to the airport.  We wanted to get both of you in the proper mood for our vacations.  I think we succeeded.  But we're not prick teasers!  When we all return, unless you guys decide otherwise, Art will be spending an entire night in my bed with his cock buried in my pussy, and you will be enjoying Tracy's at the same time in her bed.  We promise.  

	Sixth, just so the two of you don't forget how much Tracy and I love you guys, we're enclosing a pic of each of us.  This is what will be waiting for you when you return.

	Finally, Enjoy your Canadian fishing/hunting trip.  We intend to enjoy Vegas.  When you read this letter, we will be on our way to Vegas.  It's a six hour drive, so we'll arrive in Vegas about seven hours before you two get to the Lodge in Canada.  By the time you two check into your rooms, I'm pretty certain that Tracy and I will both have been fucked at least once.  So you're already behind.  You'll both need to work hard to catch up.

	Love, kisses and hot pussy from your loving wife.... Paula.

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	Gordon's cock was hard as stone by the time he finished reading.  Looking over at Art, he could see the large bulge in his pants as well.  

	"Man, do we have two hot wives or what?"  he whispered to Art.   All Art could do was grunt as his full attention was on the two erotic photos that the women had placed in his envelope.  They were duplicates of the ones in Gordon's letter.  Each photo showed one of the women in a blatant, obscene sexual pose that left nothing to the imagination.

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On the Road:

	As soon as we dropped the men off at the airport, we headed back to our house where we put the van in our garage and switched to our one-year old Avalon, which we had packed the day before without telling our husbands.  The Avalon was much more comfortable and economical as well as faster than the van.  We were on I-40 headed toward Vegas with virtually no delay.

	"What do you think our husbands will say when they read those letters we wrote?" Tracy asked, the worry obvious in the tone of her voice.

	"Would you quit worrying.  I can tell you exactly what happened with they read those letters.  First, both of them got hard as steel before they finished reading.  Second, my husband grinned knowingly... your husband got worried and nervous thinking about you having sex with other men.  Third, they both looked at the photos we enclosed, got even harder, and your husband stopped worrying about you and started thinking about fucking me after the vacations.  Finally, when they calmed down, they started discussing our challenge that they better work hard if they want to have as much or more sex than we're going to have.  Your husband doesn't believe you'll do it.  Mine knows I would, but probably believes you'll talk me out of it.  By the time they get to the Lodge, they'll be their usual arrogant, confident selves."

	Tracy laughed as she said, "I hope you're right.  I'm going to assume you are."

	"Good.  Because I am."

	We drove for a couple of hours before we needed to make a pit stop for the ladies room, gas, and some lunch.  We still had a four-hour drive ahead of us and needed to stretch our legs and have a little food.  The truck stop had a nice restaurant, clean rest rooms and also provided a full service station, if desired.

	As soon as we entered the restaurant, one after the other, every man in the place turned to stare at the two hot foxes who had just entered with half their tits and long expanses of their legs on display.  "Everyone is looking at us," Tracy whispered.

	"Don't let it bother you.  Men always look, especially at good looking women."

	"It doesn't bother me... it's making me hot!"

	I flashed Tracy a smile.  "Good.  It's turning me on too."

	A waitress took our orders, and with nothing else to do while we waited, we naturally checked out all the men in the place in much the same way as they had checked us out.  

	Suddenly Tracy leaned over, tapped me on the arm, and when I turned toward her, she nodded at the far end of the counter.  "Look at the two young guys at the end of the counter," she whispered urgently.  

	When I did as she suggested, I saw two very nice-looking young men who appeared to be about 20 or 21.  They had a sign propped up between their seats which read "Vegas or Bust:  Spring Break Vacation Trip:  Will buy all the gas for a ride."   It was obvious that they were college students who wanted to spend their spring break in Vegas but had no car and not enough money for plane fare.

	"Paula, what do you think?"  Tracy asked.  I could already hear the excitement in her voice.  "They're college students.  I think we would be safe with them.  Shall we?"

	"Why don't we talk to them first and then decide."

	"Ok.  How do we get them over here?"

	"Are you kidding me, Tracy.  I think that's going to take about 2 seconds of effort."  I slid out of the booth not worrying that my mini-skirt slid high on my thigh, a fact noticed by several of the men whose eyes hadn't left us since we had entered.  I approached the two young men and said, "Hi.  My friend and I noticed your sign.  Are you college students looking for a ride to Vegas?"

	The two guys looked me over and then checked out Tracy.  Their mouths opened but no sound emerged.  I think they pinched themselves to be certain that they hadn't suddenly died and gone to heaven or hell.  Finally, one of them stammered, "Yeah... yes... I mean yes, we're students and we've been trying to hitch a ride to Vegas since 4 AM this morning.  This is as far as we've managed to get.  Very discouraging."

	"Got some identification?"

	"Sure thing!"  Both men produced driver's licenses and student ID cards for a well known university in west Texas.  

	"Would you like to join us and discuss things?"

	Every man within earshot of the conversation considered the two students to be the luckiest men on the planet on this particular day.  The two students didn't look as if they would have objected to that analysis.  "Come on.  Bring your sandwiches.  We'll eat in our booth."

	I led the way to the booth and took a seat on the side opposite from Tracy so that one of the men had to sit beside me and the other beside Tracy.  I could see them trying to decide which of us they wanted to sit beside.  As their eyes darted back and forth between Tracy's boobs and mine, I won.  But when they checked out our exposed legs, Tracy had the edge since her skirt was much shorter than mine.  Finally, they both decided it was a toss up and sat down.  

	 "Ok Guys.  I guess we ought to introduce ourselves.  I'm Paula; this is Tracy.  And you are?"

	The guy beside me said, "I'm Jim, and this is my roommate Marty.  We're engineering majors.  Are you going to Vegas?"

	"We are.  So you're offering to buy the gas in return for a ride, right?"

	"Absolutely!  Are you offering us a ride?"

	I looked at Tracy and she nodded a definite "yes".  "I guess we are.  Deal?"

	We paid our lunch bills and the two black men followed us to our car.  Tracy leaned over and whispered.  "They're checking out our asses, Paula."

	"Of course they are.  Black men almost always get hardest over a woman's ass.  They're wondering if they're going to get more than just a lift to Vegas.  Interested?  We need to be together on this since we're in the same car."

	"I'm more than just interested.  I've been turned on ever since rubbing my tits all over your husband this morning and feeling his fingers inside my panties.  Now I'm hot as fire."

	"Ok.  I'll drive first, then it's your turn."

	Ten minutes later, I was driving with Jim beside me.  Tracy and Marty were in the back seat.  We hadn't been on the road more than five minutes before Jim asked, "I see both of you are wearing wedding rings.  Where are your husbands anyway?"

	I quickly explained how they were in Canada on a fishing/hunting trip while we were going to Vegas for a vacation.  "Well, I gotta tell you, Paula, we're really happy about this arrangement you have with your husbands!"  I felt my pussy throb, and I was pretty sure Tracy's was doing that and more.  

	"I really like they way you two dress.  How come your skirt is longer than Tracy's?" Jim inquired.

	"I guess she's more daring than I am."

	"Yeah... she can't even keep her panties covered when she sits down its so short."

	"How do you know?" 

	"Cause I'm looking over the back seat and they're almost totally exposed.  Of course, if she didn't have her legs spread, it might be different."

	As soon as Jim said that, I heard Tracy's moan.  "Oooohhhhhhhhh... yesss... like that, Marty.  Rub up and down... MMMmmmmmmmmmm...."

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	It had started as soon as Marty moved beside me in the back seat.  Paula was just backing the car out of the parking lot when Mary whispered in my ear, "You've got me so damn hard I can't believe it, Tracy.  Your legs are fantastic and the sight of those tight white panties is just driving me wild."

	I had started to tell him to back off a little, but before I could speak, his lips closed over mine shutting off any protest I was about to make.  I had only let three men, plus Gordon that morning, kiss me since my marriage to Art, but now I was not only kissing another man, I was letting him play with my legs as he did so.  

	I felt the car accelerating down the freeway at the same time as Marty's tongue entered my mouth.  I couldn't stop myself from sucking on it.  A moment later, I felt male fingers between my thighs.  Almost automatically, my legs parted as I spread wider.  As Marty's fingers moved over my panty-covered pussy, I saw Jim had turned around in the front seat.  His eyes stared directly between my open legs.  I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting upward on the seat as Marty's fingers began to massage my vagina through my panties. 

	Marty kept up his finger action between my thighs, slowly stroking up and down the length of my now wet, throbbing slit.  Every time he reached the top, his fingers pressed against and worked up and down the shaft of my very erect and excited clitoris.  I began to moan knowing that everyone in the car would know that Marty was going to fuck me.  My hips rose several inches off the seat when Marty's fingers slipped beneath my panties.

	At that moment, we heard Jim's voice in the front seat.  "Paula, slow down.  I'm going to get in the back seat.  We'll both do Tracy and then she can drive and we'll take care of you.
I felt Paula slowing the car and a moment later, Jim was in the back seat with us.  

	Marty never took his lips off mine or his fingers out of my throbbing cunt the entire time Jim was getting into the back seat with us.  The two men pushed me onto my back with my legs gaping open... one up in the back window, the other lolling far to the left.  I felt Jim lifting my left leg and draping it over the back of the front seat.  

	Marty mounted me.  His mouth found mine again, his tongue sinking all the way in while Jim bared my tits and sucked my left nipple into his mouth.  The intense sexual stimulations were driving me wild.  I moaned when Jim pulled his mouth off my breast.  Opening my eyes, I saw him reaching over the front seat and opening Paula's blouse.  His hands moved, and judging from Paula's moans, he had pulled her bra down and bared her breasts.

	I wanted to beg Jim to come back and suck on my tits again, but Marty's tongue pushed deep inside my mouth, shutting off my voice.  It didn't matter though, because Jim quickly turned his attention back to me and once again, my nipple was inside a male mouth being sucked hard.  

	Marty's thick, long cock was pressing hard against my excited, silk-covered pussy as Jim's hand moved beneath my ass and inside my panties.  An instant later, I felt his fingers moving over my ass and into my rear passage.  I grunted loudly as they penetrated me.

	Marty lifted his body and the two men stripped off my bra baring both of my big tits.  Immediately, both nipples were captured by two male mouths.  Within a minute, I was running my fingers through the hair of both black studs as they sucked my nipples, and Marty rubbed his big cock against my wet pussy.

	Again Marty lifted up to give Jim room to slip his hand under the waistband of my panties.  I moved my legs together to allow him to remove them.  Quickly, he pulled the panties over my hips until they were bunched about my thighs.  His fingers moved over my bare labia and then dipped into the wet cleft where they began to rub my throbbing clitoris.  He had me cumming within a minute.

	"OOoohhhhhhhhhhhh  .... AAAAHHHHHHHHH..... I'm cumminggg.... OOOohhhh Gawd!  Paula... they're making me cummmmmmmmm!!"

	I was helpless when Jim pulled my panties over my high heels and off.  After that, both men scrambled around removing their pants and shorts.  I was so hot, all I could do was moan and hunch my hips in a lewd invitation for them to fuck me with those huge black shafts.  Both of the men were substantially larger than my husband... maybe 8 to 9 inches of thick, black meat.  

	I felt the head of Marty's cock as it pressed against my wet pussy lips. I was thankful that I had gotten on the pill a week earlier because I knew that these two studs were going to fill me with hot cum.  Marty moved deep into my sex saddle as Jim held my legs back and spread for his friend.  He aligned his hard cock and pushed.  It stretched me open and sank in a couple of inches.  Spontaneously, I wrapped my legs around Marty's waist when he pushed the rest of his cock deep inside my cunt and his pubic bone hammered against my stiff clitoris.  Repeated moans of female pleasure filled the car as Paula watched in her rear view mirror, her fingers working frantically over her own throbbing clitoris.  

	Suddenly, I felt Marty stiffen.  His cock throbbed and jerked inside my pussy as he prepared to cum.  Short strokes slammed into me as he grunted the way a male always grunts when he's about to ejaculate into a waiting cunt.  The fact that the man screwing me wasn't my husband made it even more exciting.  Marty screamed as his cock went into a hard spasm shooting his sperm deep inside my cunt.  I exploded into my third orgasm at the same time his load was pumping into me.  

	Without any hesitation, Jim pulled Marty off my heaving body and climbed between my wide open legs.  I felt his hand slip beneath my ass to lift my cunt into the optimum position for penetration...  He leaned close and whispered, "Ready, Tracy?"

	"OOOohhhhhhhhhh Gawd, YES!"  I screamed.  "FUCK ME!  OH SHIT!  FUCK IT INTO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

	Immediately, Jim's wet cock sank all the way inside my seeping cunt on the first stroke.  The thrill of having a second hard, black cock from a different man had me on the edge as soon as the big shaft bottomed out inside my hot hole.  Jim hammered into me no more than three times before another powerful orgasm surged through my pussy.  I squealed and bucked like a mare being broken... broken in this case by a randy, young, black stud with his cock buried up my married vagina.  

	"You like having my big, black dick up your hot married pussy, Tracy.  You like me throbbing inside you... stretching you... grinding against your hard clit... making you cum?  I going to put another load into you.  I hope you and Paula are on the pill... if not, we're going to breed both of you, Honey."

	Hearing Jim speaking to me this way drove me right over the edge. I came harder than I ever had before in my life.  He had to hold me down on the back seat as he stroked his cock in and out of my squishing, contracting pussy.  

	"Here it comes, you hot Bitch,"  Jim grunted.  I came even harder.  I was his white, married bitch about to take his load up my cunt.  His buttocks contracted under my hands.  Gush after gush of semen fired deep inside my throbbing pussy.  

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	Tracy's cunt was still throbbing in the aftermath of her fifth orgasm, as I pulled the car over to the shoulder of the freeway.  Stuffing my tits back inside my blouse, I screamed, "Get your slutty ass up here and drive, Tracy Bronner.  I need to be fucked.  I'm on fire.  Hurry... Damn you!"

	Marty and Jim were laughing as they helped Tracy slip her panties back up her hips and pull her tiny skirt on over them.  Her cunt was so awash with semen, that her panties had no chance to contain the huge loads inside her.  As Jim helped her back into her top, Marty got his night shirt out of his bag and spread it out on the front seat so the seepage from Tracy's flooded vagina wouldn't soil the driver's seat.  

	Finally, Tracy got out of the back door and slid behind the wheel of the Avalon.  Before the car had completely pulled back onto the freeway, I was now the woman spread out on the back seat moaning under the hands and mouths of the two young, black studs.

	Marty moved up close to my mouth and waved his 8-inch newly hardened shaft an inch from my lips.  "Come on, Paula," he teased.  "Open your mouth, Girl.  Take my cock in your hands... stroke it... kiss the head, Honey... then put it in your mouth and suck it, Baby.  Suck my big, black prick, Honey," he demanded.  I couldn't do it fast enough.  As soon as the thick organ stretched my lips wide and entered, my body trembled in my first orgasm.

	Marty's hands moved behind my head as he forced the big domed head into my mouth and began stroking it in and out... literally fucking my mouth.  After several strokes, the big head was pushing against the back of my mouth...against the opening to my throat.  I pushed back against him frantically... desperately trying to force that monster down my throat.

	Within minutes, I heard Marty shout, "Paula, get ready for me to cum! I don't want you to loose a drop. Swallow it all! Here it comes!" His hands gripped the back of my head as he drove his entire length down my throat.  He pumped me.  My hips hammered up and down, my vagina a throbbing, wet swamp of female need and desire.  I came a second time when the big load spewed out and shot directly into my stomach.  

	"Come on, Marty.  Move your black ass away and give me some room to fuck this hot cunt," Jim ordered.  As soon as Marty moved, I had one of my heels up in the back window and the other draped over the back of the front seat.  In this position, my cunt was a wide open target for Jim's huge, 9-inch, black cock. 
	
	He pushed my legs even further apart and climbed into my sex saddle.  I was so hot for cock, I knew that I would cum as soon as that monster prick stretched my pussy open and entered.  He guided the head of the throbbing tool to my wet cunt and whacked it against my clit.  Involuntarily, my body surged upward, bowing, thrusting my cunt against his sex club as wave after wave of ecstasy surged through me.  I was still throbbing in my orgasm when Jim buried half of his oversized cock into my cunt.  I came again even before my previous orgasm had ended.  This time my shrieks filled the car.

	"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE.... AAAIIIIEEEEEEEE.... OOOOHHHHH SHITTT....FUCK IT ... FUCK IT.... FUCK IT... HARD... FUCK MY HOT CUNT... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

	Jim gave me what I was begging for.  He shoved his cock in and out of my contracting hole.  He was a full inch longer than Gordon, even though my husband had a big, 8-inch cock.  His rod was stretching me in places where Gordon couldn't.  My legs wrapped around his black ass and pulled him even deeper into my convulsing cunt. He fucked me like a wild stallion.  All I could do was moan and shriek and cum.

	My body trembled violently as I had still another orgasm on the deep, hard strokes he pounded into my hole.  I could feel my toes curling back in hot passion when Jim began shooting his cream into my cunt where it belonged.  Again and again, he ejaculated inside me... pumping me... filling my hot hole.  I came again.

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	We were still two hours from Vegas, when we had to make another pit stop to relieve ourselves.  Jim and Marty filled the gas tank again and added a quart of oil while Tracy and I emptied our bladders and washed our pussies.  No matter how hard we tried, however, we both had so much cum inside our vaginas that semen was still seeping out when we returned to the car. 

	It was my turn to drive again.  Once more the two men had Tracy in the back seat.  She was moaning five minutes after we pulled out of the service station.  I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could watch.  She was mounted on Jim, his cock socked firmly inside her cunt as she rammed her ass up and down the hard male spike.  

	When her now familiar grunts announced her first orgasm, Marty took the opportunity to thrust his cock into her open mouth in the middle of one of her screams.  The two men double fucked the moaning blonde for next thirty minutes.  Tracy seemed to be cumming repeatedly until Marty said, "I can't hold it any longer, Jim.  Can you shoot in her now.  Give her a double cum bath...fore and aft?"

	"Sure thing.  Hang on just a moment while I pump her cunt to get ready."  

	It was incredibly dirty and erotic watching Jim screwing the thrashing blond to get into sync with his buddy for there planned double creaming of Tracy's holes.  After a minute of thrusting in and out of her convulsing pussy, Jim announced, "OK, Marty.  I'm ready to blow.  You ready?"

	"Yeah.  I've been struggling to hold off.  On three, Ok.  We fill her full.  Paula, count it off for us."

	I felt my own pussy throb at the monstrously obscene thought that I was going provide the countdown for these two hot studs to double cum in Tracy's cunt and mouth holes.  

	"ONE!  READY!"  I screamed loudly.

	Tracy was moaning and howling in orgasm.  

	"TWO! AIM!"

	Now Tracy shouted, "OOOHHHHH YESSSSS.... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!"

	"THREE!  FIRE!!!"

	Both loads fired point blank into her mouth and pussy at the same moment.  Tracy moaned in helplessly in the throes of another climax.

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	An hour from Vegas, Tracy was again behind the wheel.  She continuously urged the two black studs on.  "Come on, you black studs.  Fuck that hot Bitch.  Plow those married holes.  Give it to her!"

	Marty was now between my thighs fucking my cunt while Jim was feeding his cock into my mouth.  Again and again, the pricks entered and exited my hot holes.  The people in the passing cars could see my legs up in the air, jerking back and forth, as the men fucked me.  

	Every time the Avalon was passing a semi, Tracy would slow the car until we stayed along side of the truck for several minutes to allow the drivers to see me being screwed in my cunt and mouth.  I couldn't have cared less.  These two young studs were making me cum over and over and over.  At one point, Tracy lowered the back windows so the truckers could hear me screaming as one orgasm after another exploded in my clit and cunt.  

	Before we reached the outskirts of Vegas, I had had a half dozen or more major orgasms.  At that point, Tracy announced, "We're about to reach Vegas, Guys.  If you want to shoot more cum into the hot slut, do it now.  You've only got maybe five more minutes and you have to stop fucking her."

	That was more than enough.  The two studs began ramming me harder... deeper... intent on pumping even more semen into my already saturated holes.  By the time they had both emptied their balls inside me, I was just an exhausted, babbling, moaning piece of fuck meat for their black cocks.  

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	Somehow, we all managed to get dressed without having the police stop and arrest us.  We drove Marty and Jim to the Golden Nugget where they had rooms reserved and dropped them off.  They invited us to call if we wanted more.

	Five minutes later, the valets were unloading our car at Caesar's as we stood at the front desk checking in.  The two bellhops stood behind us with grins on their faces.  

	Tracy leaned closer and whispered, "Those two bellhops have grins all over their faces.  Why?"

	"They know that we have freshly fucked pussies and they're hoping to get lucky once they take us to our rooms."

	"How can they know?"

	"They can smell our cunts, Honey."

	Tracy blushed all the way to her toenails.

	Ten minutes later we were in our gorgeous room in Caesar's Palace.  Our bags had been carefully placed on the bag holders on the side of the room.  The clothes that we had brought in on hangars were nearly hung inside the closets. The complementary bar had been unlocked and the thermostat adjusted to our directions.  

	Tracy was on bed closest to the large bathroom while I was in the middle of the one closest to the window.  Our tops lay on the floor; our skirts were bunched around our waists.  Our panties were lying on the bed beside our thrashing bodies.  

	The bellhops had left our heels on and both pair were pointed straight at the ceiling jerking back and forth as the cocks thudded into our cunts.  Hands slipped beneath my ass pulling it higher.  Tracy's ass had already been pulled higher.  Our knees were pressed backwards until they almost touched our heaving breasts.  After shooting loads in our cunts, the bellhops switched beds.  Neither of us even bothered to lower our legs. 

	Our heated moans and grunts mixed together into a gabbled cacophony of female howls and wails of delight.  The bellhops couldn't stay too long as the bell captain expected them back after a suitable time sufficient to pleasure the new female guests of the hotel.  Thirty minutes later, Tracy and I were alone in our room, our chests heaving in the aftermath of our most recent orgasms as thick loads of semen flowed from our thoroughly stretched vaginas. 

	Later, as we relaxed in the whirlpool bath in our room, Tracy shook her head in disbelief.  "I don't believe what we did today.  How many times have we been screwed.  Do you know, Paula?"

	"Not sure.  Let's count.  Jim and Marty did you and then they both did me.  We stopped to go to the ladies room, and when we were back on the road again, they both screwed you a second time.  We switched drivers, and I got it again from both of them.  Is that right?"

	"Yeah.  I think so," Tracy nodded.  So that was four times for each of us.  And then the two bellhops did both of us.   So six times so far from 4 different men?"

	"I think that's right."

	Tracy was obviously concerned.  "We just can't tell our husbands that.  At least not yet."

	I had to laugh.  "Yeah.  I agree.  That's a bit too much to lay on the poor guys the first day." 

	"And the day's not over yet," Tracy grinned.

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The Lodge

	The schedule called for Art and Gordon to arrive at the Lodge around 6 PM, and, for once, all the flights were on time and the van from the airport to the Lodge was waiting for them upon their arrival.  As a result, they were unpacking their bags in their luxury apartment at 6:15 PM.

	After looking over the apartment, I commented, "This place is fantastic, Art.  And this apartment is probably close in elegance to the hotel rooms our wives have in Vegas.  Thank you for inviting me.  I'm really looking forward to the next couple of weeks."

	"I'm just glad you could make it."  After a thoughtful pause, Art continued.  "Gordon, do you think our wives will be Ok in Vegas?"

	"Absolutely!  They'll be fine.  Don't worry about them.  Paula's not going to let them take any crazy chances.  Vegas is very safe, particularly along the strip and in the major hotels.  Now, if they had said they were going to Jamaica alone, I would be worried... really worried!"

	There was another pause and then, "What about what the girls said in their letters?  I mean about them having a lot of sex... and having already been fucked by the time we check into the Lodge.  Do you think that's true... that they really mean that stuff?"

	Gordon gave Art's question some thought before saying, "They'll be there a week or more.  I would be surprised if they come home without being laid at least once or twice.  After all, that would be quite a blow to their female egos.  But, don't worry about it.  I can tell you that sex in your bedroom will be ten times hotter if they get laid in Vegas than it will be otherwise."

	"Yeah... yeah... I can see that.  What about the other... the part about getting fucked by the time we've checked in at the Lodge?"

	"Naw!  That's fairy tale stuff.  Just think about it.  They have a six-hour, long, difficult drive to Vegas.  Then they have to stand in line to check in.  After that, they've got to unpack and get something to eat.  That would leave them no more than two or three hours to find a couple of interested men, seduce them, and get them back to their hotel room, and be fucked before we arrived here at 6 PM.  Our wives are hot... but I don't think they can manage that."

	"Yeah.  You're right.  No possible way in hell.  Don't know why I was concerned.  Sorry."

	"No need to apologize.  Tracy and Paula are going to be just fine.  Now I've got a question for you."

	"What?"

	"In their letters, our wives promised to make up for their prick teasing behavior this morning by spending the night with us... you with Paula; me with Tracy.  Are you Ok with that?  I won't kid you.  I would love to spend the night with Tracy, but not if you object."

	"We've been friends a long time, Gordon.  And I won't kid you either.  Every time I see Paula, I get a hard-on.  I've spent more hours than I can tell you fantasizing about fucking your wife.  I am absolutely all right with the plan.  In fact, I hope we do it more than just once."

	"That's great.  Now, let's head out for the restaurant and then the club.  See if there are any horny, attractive women here."

	"I'm right behind you, Kemo Sabe."

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	The club at the Lodge was as elegant as the rooms.  There was a large, well stocked bar, live music, and a large dance floor with subdued lighting.  I made a quick scan of the room and saw that a few of the tables were occupied by couples, which wasn't surprising.  What did surprise me was low number of men present.  More tables were occupied by women than by men.

	Art was equally surprised.  "I'm amazed," he said.  "I thought there might be a few women here, but I never imagined there would be this many."

	"Let's talk to the bartender," I said walking in that direction.

	The middle-aged bartender came over immediately.  "What can I get for you, Sir?"

	"I'll have a bourbon, a little water, on the rocks.  My friend will like a single-malt scotch on the rocks."

	"Coming right up, Sir.  Anything else?"

	"Some information."

	"I'll do my best.  What is it?"

	"This is our first night at the Lodge.  We both expected a lot of men to be here in the club, but few women.  It seems to be the other way around.  Is this normal?  If so, why?"

	"Short version or long version?"

	"Let's start with the short version."

	"The men who come here with their wives aren't really interested in their wives.  They see them all the time.  They all book overnight, or even two and three day, fishing and hunting trips to the north.  If you like poker, there are games every night that last until the wee hours or sometimes until morning.  Night fishing trips are also popular with a lot of the men.  The bottom line is that the wives are left with nothing to do.  So they come here to drink... and maybe, they'll get lucky, if you know what I mean."

	"It's crystal clear.  Are any of the women hookers ... just  here to make some money?"

	"There used to some, but the competition from the bored wives who don't charge was too much for the hookers.  We don't get many any longer.  So you don't need to worry about that."

	Ed set our drinks in front of us, and I signed the bar tab.  I also laid a $20 U.S. bill on the counter.  Thanks for the explanation."

	"You're very welcome," Ed said as he did a magic trick making the $20 disappear before my eyes.  "Let me know if I can be of further service, Sir."

	"Thanks.  By the way, my name is Gordon.  This is Art.  We'll be here two weeks.  So we can forget the 'Sir'."

	"Thanks, Gordon.  I appreciate that."

	For the next fifteen minutes, we scoped out the room.  There must have been 20 women sitting around drinking, some alone, some in pairs.  I felt Art urgently pulling on my arm.  "What?" I asked.

	"Look over there!  That's what!" he whispered excitedly.

	As soon as I looked in the direction he indicated, I saw why Art was so excited.  There were two blonde foxes sitting alone at the table... both about our age.  One was wearing a pink top that exposed a lot of her breasts.  The other one wore a more modest blue shirt, but she had the top three buttons open so that almost as much of her large chest was on display as for her friend.  Both wore short, black skirts and heels.  

	There were only two drinks on the their table so their husbands weren't around, and judging from the way they were dressed, it seemed likely that they were bored and on the prowl.
I picked my bourbon and water, turned to Art, and said, "Shall we see if the ladies would like some company?"

	"Yeah, but I've been watching them.  They have already turned down invitations from several men.  They may be more interested in each other than in men, if you catch my drift."

	"Nothing ventured... nothing gained.  Come on."

	As we approached the women, they were both checking us out.  Arriving beside their table, I said simply, "Good evening, Ladies.  I'm Gordon, Gordon Baxter.  This is Art Bronner.  We're both engineers who have just arrived for a two week vacation.  We're alone as the two of you seem to be.  Would you care to join us?"

	The blonde in the blue shirt asked, "You're both wearing rings.  Where are you wives?"

	"They're both in Vegas right now.  We made a deal.  We get two weeks of hunting and fishing here... they get a vacation in Las Vegas.  They probably got to their hotel about 6 hours ago.  I see that each of you are wearing a ring.  Are your husbands with you?"

	"They're here at the lodge, but we rarely see them.  Right now our two macho outdoorsmen are off on a two-day hunting expedition to the north.  I wonder what our husbands would have said if we had suggested that Helen and I go to Vegas while they're here?"

	Now the other blonde in the brief top chimed in:  "I can damn well tell you what they would have said... No Way, Jose! or words to that effect."  She turned to me, cocked her head regarding me in a new light.  "So you're Ok with your wives alone in Vegas?"

	"Absolutely!"

	"You're just like most men... egotistical... don't think your wives would even look at another man except the two of you," she said with a slight sneer.

	I smiled softly and replied, "I can prove that you're wrong."

	"How?"

	I explained about the letters our wives gave us to open when our plane was in the air.  "Here's the letter my wife wrote me.  Would you like to read it and then tell me what you think?"

	The pink-topped blonde read Paula's letter.  Halfway through, she had her hand pressed against her breasts.  When she finished, she said, "Wow! Fantastic!  You gotta read this, Janet!"  She handed Mrs. Blue Shirt blonde Paula's letter.  She had exactly the same reaction.

	"Art got essentially the identical letter from his wife Tracy."

	"And you're Ok with this?"

	"Why not?  We're doing our best to entice you lovely ladies into our bed this evening... why shouldn't our wives enjoy the same freedom.  And you see what she says will happen when we're together again.  What man in his right mind wouldn't love that?"

	Both women were now looking at us in an entirely different light.  "I owe both of you an apology," Mrs. Pink Top said.  "Your guys really are what I call 'macho' men... men who are sure enough of their masculinity that they don't need to keep their wives on a leash.  I'm Helen, Helen Womack.  This is Janet Morrison."  She turned to Janet and asked, "What do you think?"

	Janet smiled seductively.  "I think we're going to be very busy tonight."  She looked us both over and asked, "So who goes with whom?"

	"Well, we could flip a coin.  That seems ridiculous.  Or we men could just decide.  That seems unfair.  Our it could be ladies choice, but then our fragile male egos might be damaged, and that would be really bad.  Why choose at all.  We've got the entire night.  And didn't you say something about a two-day trip.  We might have tomorrow night as well."

	Janet licked her lips.  "I'm liking these guys more and more with every passing minute.  What do you think, Helen?"

	"I think we're going to be laid tonight.  You guys think you can handle both of us?"

	Now it was Art's turn to speak.  "No.  No way, but it's going to be wonderful to try."

	"Oh yes!  Every time you two open your mouths, I get hotter.  Your room or ours?"

	"Ours... just in case your husbands come back unexpectedly.  Shall we dance?"  I held out my hand to Janet as Art did the same with Helen.

	As Janet moved into my arms, she pressed her large breasts into my chest.  

	"Mmmmmm.... that feels marvelous.  I love the way your body moves against mine," I whispered in her ear.  

	"You're something else.  You could take me to your room and just fuck me, but instead you want to dance first.  Do you have any idea how much that excites a woman?"

	"Yes, I do.  It excites me too."

	Janet pressed herself even closer as we moved over the dance floor.  I can tell it excites you.  How big is it?"

	"Big enough, but size isn't nearly as important as 'hard'.  And right now, it's very, very hard."

	I felt her body tremble in my arms.  "Oohhh yes!" she moaned softly.  "How did you know that?"

	"Women tell me."  Janet sighed in my arms as my hands moved onto her delectable ass and pulled her mound tightly against my rigid erection.

	As the music continued, her hips began to undulate, grinding harder against me.  "Mmmmm...," I whispered in her ear.  "I think you're trying to make me cum in my pants."

	Her tongue slipped into my ear as she whispered back, "You guessed.  Am I going to succeed?"

	"If you keep pushing your pussy against me... yes, and neither of us wants that.  I want my cum in your hot cunt and so do you."

	"OH yes!  That's exactly where I want it.  Take me somewhere and let's put it there!"

	I dropped some bills on the table to pay the tab, and we looked around for Art and Helen.  "I think our friends couldn't wait."

	"Neither can I.  Let's go!" Janet urged, pulling at my arm to lead me in the direction of the elevators.

	As soon as the elevator doors closed behind us, I pulled her against me again, this time covering her luscious, open mouth with mine.  Her lips were so soft, warm, yielding that I heard myself moan into her mouth.  When she heard my moan, her hips began to thrust wildly against me.  We were still locked in a passionate embrace when the elevator doors opened.  

	Reluctantly, we broke our kiss and moved into the hallway, which was deserted.  Once outside, I again took Janet in my arms.  She stared into my eyes and whispered, "I've never made a man moan like that when I've kissed him.  God... that turned me on!"

	"Then let's do it again!"  She melted against me as my lips covered her liquid mouth.  I was about to slide my tongue inside, but hers entered first.  It circled my tongue and then moved out to lick over the surface of my lips.  Our lips crushed together harder as my tongue now forced hers to retreat and then caressed her smoldering lips.  We both moaned at the intensity of the kiss.

	"Now you're about to make me cum," she whispered.

	"I know, but that's Ok.  You're going to cum more times than you can count tonight," I said softly as my hands moved beneath her short skirt and from there in between her thighs.  She moved her feet apart to give me access to her pussy.  My fingers moved to her panties and felt her heat and wetness.  I could feel the pulsations of her pussy and clit.

	Janet began to gasp, low moans coming faster and faster as my fingers moved up and down the wet trench of her sex.  At that moment, a door opened further down the hallway.

	"Someone just came out of one of the rooms," I warned her.  

	"I don't care.  I don't care!  Please, don't stop.  Make me cum.  I want him to see you making me cum.  Do it to meeeee!" she wailed, her hips thrusting against my fingers.  

	I moved my fingers up to her pulsing, erect clitoris and stroked it firmly.  Even with her panties in the way, I could feel it throbbing spastically under my stroking fingers.  The man moved past us.  When he reached the elevator, he pushed the button and turned to watch us.

	I rubbed Janet's clitoris harder... faster.  "He's at the elevator... watching us."

	Her body shuddered as she flung head back, eyes closed, mouth open in a deep moan.  Janet's cunt and clit convulsed under my fingers in her first orgasm of the evening.

	The elevator doors opened.  The man held them open and said, "Damn!  She's hot.  Is she your wife?  Are you going to fuck her?"

	I started to answer, but Janet's hand pressed against my lips to shut off my reply.  Turning in my arms to face the man with my hand still pressed against her panty-covered pussy, she said in a voice filled with female passion, "No... I'm not his wife.  And he is going to fuck me... all night long, I hope."

	When the elevator doors closed behind the man, she turned back to face me.  "Please, take me to your room now.  I've got to have your cock in me."

	When I was just about to insert my swipe key into the lock, we both heard Helen moaning inside our room.

	"AAAAHHHHh..... ooohhh ... ooohhhh... OOOHHHH... Uunngghh... yes.. yes.. like that, Art... give it to me... fuck me, Stud.  Hard.  Make me cum again with that big, hard cock, Baby!"

	"Looks like they beat us to the room.  Want to go to yours or shall we join them?"

	"I want to see her being fucked, Gordon.  Do you mind?  As you've probably guessed from the way I just came right in front of that guy, I'm an exhibitionist."

	"I love it, Janet.  Let's enter quietly and watch Art fucking Helen.  Then, I'm going to fuck you right in front of them."  I felt her body quivering as I said it.

	I opened the door quietly, and we slipped into the hallway leading to the bedroom.  As I expected, they had left the lights on.  Art had the luscious blonde on her knees with her head on the bed, her ass arched high.  She was reaching back and holding her ass cheeks wide open as Art drove his cock in and out of her pulsing vagina.  Helen was grunting like a hot whore every time the big shaft slugged into her.

	"UGH!!  UGH!!  UGH!!  AAHHHH.... FUCK IT!  FUCK IT!  FUCK ME HARD, STUD! OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH... UUNNGGGHHHHHHHH!" she wailed.  

	Even as far away as we were, we could hear the loud squishing of Art's piston as it sank in and out of the woman's dripping pussy.  

	Janet pulled me into the bedroom and onto the other bed.  When Helen saw us watching Art fucking her, she began to moan even louder.  "Ooohhhh Janet... he's fucking meeeeeeee.... He’s making me cummmmmmm!!"  The hot blonde howled as her orgasm surged through her throbbing cunt.

	When Art felt her cunt contracting in another orgasm, he pulled out and turned the moaning blonde onto her back.  Shoving her legs wide, he rammed his rigid cock back into her cunt.  Another shriek erupted from Helen's mouth as she came again.

	A moment after Helen had told us that she was cumming, Janet yelled, "Shoot the load into her, Art.  Cum in her.  Fill the hot Slut!"  

	"Ah FUCK!  I'M CUMMING IN HER CUNT!"  Art responded as we watched his buttocks clenching... contracting... shooting thick streams of sperm up Helen's waiting hole. 

	Janet's body was now writhing on the bed.  From the other bed, I heard Helen's voice, "Come on, Gordon.  Strip the slut.  Get her naked so we can see everything she has."

	Not only did Janet not raise any objections, she popped off several buttons trying to get her shirt off as I worked to unzip her skirt.  As soon as I had the zipper down, she arched her ass high off the bed to let me pull it off her legs.  "Spread your legs wide open, Janet.  Show Art and Helen how wet your panties are."

	Janet spread wide as I told the other couple how I had fingered her to an orgasm in the hallway while a stranger watched.  As I related the story, Janet began to thrust her cunt up and down in wild fuck motions.  "Oh god... get me naked Gordon.  I'm on fire!"

	While I unhooked her bra, Helen moved to our bed and stripped off Janet's panties leaving her only her heels.  "Come on, Janet," Helen ordered.  "Spread your legs.  Open your hot cunt so Art and Gordon can see it.  DO IT!"  When Janet opened her thighs wide, Helen moved onto the bed with us and spread her even wider.  "Open your cunt for Art and Gordon, Janet," she whispered.  She did as she was told, and Art knelt beside the bed stroking his cock as he looked into Janet's hot hole. 

	By this time, I had removed my clothes.  I pushed Art out of the way and moved between the hot blonde's thighs.  As soon as my tongue swiped up the length of her bubbling slit, her ass rose a foot off the bed and her juices gushed out.  The intense orgasm made her entire body quiver.

	It was an amazing climax considering that I hadn't not yet touched her pulsing clitoris.  When I did, she shrieked loud enough to be heard in the hallway.  Clamping my lips around her dancing organ, I softly ran the tip of my tongue over its tip.  She convulsed again.

	For ten minutes, I continued to pleasure her.  Every time I pushed my tongue deep inside her vagina, it would throb and contract bringing grunts of pleasure from Janet.  Whenever I wanted her to climax, all I had to do was rapidly lick up and down the shaft of her engorged clitoris, and she would wail and throb as her cunt and assholes opened and closed in orgasm.  After ten minutes, she was squealing and screeching uncontrollably.

	I felt Helen's hand on my shoulder.  "Stop, Gordon.  Let her rest for a moment.  She can't take any more."  I nodded and pulled my face off Janet's contracting, throbbing pussy.  Helen leaned closer and whispered, "I've just got to have it like you just gave it to her... please... please," she pleaded.  

	Pulling her ear against my lips, I whispered back, "You're going to get it... just like that... and I may not stop after ten minutes."  I felt Helen's body shuddering against me.

	"Janet, it's your turn.  Suck me... suck my cock, Honey."

	"You heard the man, Janet.  Get your hot mouth over his cock and suck it."  

	Janet pushed herself up and looked at my 8-inches of iron-hard meat standing straight up.  "Oh my god!  What a cock!"  She ran her tongue up the shaft, and it was my turn to groan and throb helplessly as she took me into her mouth.  After five minutes, I stopped her as I wanted to cum inside her hot cunt.

	I was about to put Janet on her back when Helen said, "Fuck her so we can see your cock going in and out of her.  Please.  At least at first.  Then you can put her on her back and really pound her."

	I nodded and pulled the moaning Janet on top of me in reverse cowgirl position.  When I moved her thighs outside of mine, her gaping, wet cunt was fully exposed.  "Lift your ass, Janet.  I'm going to fuck you."  Her ass arched upward immediately.

	Smiling at Helen, I said, "Put my cock in her cunt, Helen.  Stick it in for me."  My request sent tremors up and down both her body and Janet's.  "Lift higher, Janet.  Helen's going to put my cock up your hot married cunt."  

	"Oh god YES!" she screamed.  "Put him in me, Helen.  Stick that monster cock in meeeeeeeeeeeee!"

	I had to concentrate to keep from cumming when Helen wrapped her hand around my shaft, jacked it several times, licked the head,  and then slid her mouth down the shaft to get me wet.  When she had it slickened and ready, she spread Janet's lips open with her fingers and fitted the helmet into her opening.  Janet moaned when she felt her cunt being stretched open and the thick shaft sinking into her depths.  A moment later, she was screeching as my cock relentlessly fucked in and out of her erupting cunt.  

	I held out until Janet had cum three or four times, but then had to give up.  "I can't hold it any longer, Honey.  I've got to cum."

	"Don't hold it you hot Stud.  Cream my cunt, Baby.  Shoot it in.  Give it to me!"

	"Get on your back so I can really pound you."

	"Oh YES!" she yelled as she lifted her pussy off my cock and rolled onto her back, lifting and spreading her legs in one motion.  I moved between her thighs and thrust my hips deep into her sex saddle forcing her even wider.  Her cunt gaped open...a wet, throbbing, hot hole.  My cock hit her dead center on the first thrust and 8-inches of engorged man meat filled her cunt.  

	"AAHHHHHHHhhh... What a cock... You lied to me, you hot Bastard!"

	With difficulty I held back.  "How did I lie?"

	"I asked you if it was big and you said, 'Hard' is more important than 'Big'."

	"It is!"

	"I know, but when you said that, I assumed you were average.  My god... your rod is just fucking huge!  Fuck me with it!" Janet screamed.

	Leaning close, I whispered, "I want to really ram you, Honey.  Hard.  But, you've got me so hard and so hot, I'm afraid I'll hurt you.  If it hurts... dig your fingernails into my shoulder and I'll ease up."

	"SHUT UP!  QUIT TALKING AND FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MEEEEEEEE!!"

	Shoving my hands beneath her ass to hold her cunt in position, I slammed the entire length of my iron-hard prick in and out of the moaning woman's wide open vagina.  She honked and howled every time it hammered into the bottom of her throbbing hole, but I never felt her fingernails digging into my shoulder.  What I did feel was her vagina contracting and pulsing around my cock over and over as I fucked her.  When I began to empty my load into her, she screamed and informed Helen, Art, and probably half the people on the floor that I was cumming in her.

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	After an hour rest, Art and I got Helen and Janet side by side on the same bed and fucked them in every position we could conceive, Art screwing Janet while I pleasured Helen's cunt.  The women came repeatedly, moaning and howling.  Finally, neither of us could hold out any longer.  We timed our ejaculations so that both women got filled at the same time.

	We invited them to spend the night, which they eagerly accepted.  Just before we collapsed in exhaustion, the women insisted on sucking us off.  

	"You two studs fucked us side-by-side earlier, now it's our turn to suck your loads out with the two of you side-by-side."  

	Who were we to object to such a reasonable demand.  For nearly a half hour, they worked on our cocks.  Every time we were about to cum, the women would back off and wait before working us up once again right to the edge.  Finally, we were demanding that they let us cum.  "You guys get to cum when we decide you get to cum... so shut up and keep pumping those big rods in and out of our mouths!" Janet ordered.

	After another 10 minutes of deep throating action by the two hot women, we were begging them to let us cum.  

	"I think they're ready," Helen said, laughing.  "Ok guys.  You're going to shoot your loads all over our faces at the same time."

	A couple of minutes later, Art and I blew huge loads into  Helen and Janet's mouths and over their faces as they knelt in front of us, mouths opened wide, tongues out.

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	That night Janet slept with me while Helen snuggled up against Art.  Just before we fell asleep, Janet kissed me tenderly. 
"That was the most fabulous sex I've ever had, Gordon.  I loved it!"

	"Me too.  As I think you could tell."

	"I could, and it was marvelous.  I'm glad your wife is in Vegas, but I think she's crazy to be fucking other men when she could have you."

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Phone Calls:

	The following morning, I woke up with Janet slowly and sensuously sliding her mouth up and down my cock.  "Good morning, sleepy head.  I just couldn't resist your huge morning hard-on."

	Her mouth descended on my throbbing rod again.  Beside me, I heard Helen groaning.  Turning my head, saw her mounted on Art slowly pumping her ass up and down his rigid shaft.

	Reaching down, I pulled Janet off my cock.  "Spoil sport," she pouted with a devilish grin.  "Just because I sucked your cock a little, that doesn't mean I'm going to let you stick that big thing in my little pussy."

	"Then, I'll have to rape you."

	"Ohhh no... please don't rape me.  I'll spread for you.  Really I will."  She pulled her legs up in the air and pressed her knees against her big tits.  

	I kissed her as my fingers moved sensuously up and down her wet sex slit.  "Please... fuck me now.  I want it slow, deep, and hard this morning.  Later you can give it to me any way you want."

	That's the way she got it, and after breakfast, I gave it to her again the way I wanted it.  

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	The girls wanted to do some shopping in the afternoon, so Art and I went off an a half day fishing trip after promising to be back in time for dinner.  When we picked them up at their room around 7:30 PM, they were both ravishingly beautiful.  

	I started toward Janet as Art moved toward Helen.  The girls stopped us and said, "We're switching tonight... Later, we can switch again."

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	At 9:30 PM, while the girls were in the ladies room in the club, I placed a call to Tracy's cell phone number.  After three rings, I got a recorded message that that number is not currently available, which meant she had her cell phone turned off.

	I tried again around 11 PM with the same result. 

	After a hot fucking session with Janet and Helen that evening, the women had to go back to their rooms as their husbands would be back in the morning and they needed to be there, not in our beds.  

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	At 10 AM the following morning, Art went downstairs to book another fishing trip that evening.  While he was gone, I tried Tracy's number again.  This time she answered.

	"Good morning, Tracy.  Are both of you all right?"

	"Oh yeah.  We're fine, Gordon.  How about the two of you?"

	"We got here without incident, and we're fine.  We've been on one fishing trip and Art is downstairs making arrangements for another one this afternoon and evening."

	There was a short silence, after which I said, "I called you twice last night, but you had your phone turned off.  Does that mean what I think it means?"

	"Yeah... it does... I don't know what else to say."

	"You don't have to say anything.  It's a vacation.  I want you and Paula to have a great time.  However, I do have to ask one thing.  I promised Art that I would ask you.  I wouldn't do it, but he absolutely insisted."

	"Go ahead.  I understand."

	"He wants to know if you and Paula really meant what you said about us needing to catch up because you would have already ... already... "

	"been fucked," Tracy continued for me.

	"Thanks.  Yeah.  Art made me promise to ask you."

	"Yes, we meant it."

	"That's what I told him, but he wanted me to ask."

	"Aren't you going to ask if we actually did it?"

	"No.  He didn't make me promise to ask that, and I'm not going to ask.  I do need to tell you that Art is very worried."

	"Tell him not to worry.  I'm fine."

	"He's not worried about your health.  He's worried to death that he's going to lose you to some other big cocked stud who rings your bell much better than he can."

	"I don't see why he's so worried.  We've discussed being less conservative sexually many times, and he's been the one suggesting it.  He's wanted to have sex with Paula for a long time."

	"Suggesting it... thinking about it... fantasizing about it is one thing, Tracy.  Thinking that your wife may actually be doing it is very different.  And knowing that she's doing it is much, much different.  Basically, his problem is that he feels left out.  When you're back together, I think you'll need to work hard to build his male ego back up to where it needs to be.

	"Oh god.  I was afraid he would react like that.  Tell him there's no chance that I'm going to run off with another man."

	"I already have... several times.  I'm going to tell him that 
he should call Paula so he can get an account of what's going on.  He won't feel so left out that way."

	"Ok.  I hope that helps.  He really needs to come to grips with this because I can tell you that I just love this."

	"I'll do my best to help.  I think he'll be Ok after a few more days and few more pussies.  By the way, where's Paula?"

	There was a protracted pause.  "She's here, but you're not permitted to talk to her."

	"I know, but I can talk to you.  What's happening?  Why the long pause?"

	"She's being fucked right now.  I'm watching her get it."

	"That sounds really erotic.  Wish I were there watching with you.  Why aren't you in bed getting it too?"

	"They finished doing me 30 minutes ago.  I'm exhausted.  Now, Paula is getting it... really getting it!"

	"They?"

	"Yes... they... as in more than one."

	"Two?"

	"No, three guys.  College students.  They spent the night with us.  That's why I had my cell turned off."

	"How is Paula getting it?  Details please."

	"She's mounted on Ron's cock riding him.  He's sucking your wife's tits while he's giving it to her.  Sam is mounted behind her.  He's fucking your wife's ass.  Carl is pumping his cock in and out of her mouth."

	"God!  Now that has me hard... I mean really hard."

	"I wish I were there.  I'd love to take care of that problem for you.  When we get home, I intend to do that a lot with you.  Do you want to have sex with me?"

	"Mmmmmm...now that sounds wonderful!  I need you here right now!  Are the college guys going to spend another night with the two of you?"

	"No.  They're leaving today."

	"So what do the two of you have planned for today?"

	"I don't know, but I'm sure we'll find something fun to do."  I heard Tracy giggle.  "Just a second, Gordon.  Carl is coming over."

	There was a mumbled exchange that I couldn't catch.  Then, apparently, Carl must have moved closer because I could now hear a few scattered words:  "Come ???, Tracy.  ??? hard ?? ????.  I ?????? hot pussy."

	"I'll be there in a moment.  I'm talking on the phone now."  

	Carl's voice rose in volume and I heard, "Damn, Tracy.  Bend over.  I can't wait!"

	I heard some shuffling noises... a few unintelligible words from Carl... then a couple of male grunts.  All this was followed by, "AAAHHHHH.... MMMmmmmmmm," from Tracy.

	"He's in your cunt now, isn't he?" I asked softly so Carl couldn't hear.

	"Yeah...OOoohhh... yeah... deep."

	"Are you bent over the table or counter?"

	"NNoooo... aaaahhhhhhhh... he's big!"

	"I heard him tell you to bend over."

	"I am... I'm holding my ankles... head is way down... Unngghhhh.. uunngghhh... Ohhhh gawd, Gordon.  He's fucking me so damn hard."

	"Gonna cum?"

	"Almost there now...aahhhhh.."

	"This is exactly what Art is so worried about."

	"Just sex... it's just a big cock... not gonna run away with him... aaahhhhhhhhhhh.... but I am gonna cum!"

	I listened for another five minutes until Carl roared that he was shooting his load into Tracy's hot married cunt, as he put it.  Before he had pumped it into her, she had cum twice.  After Carl had unloaded, Tracy said, "I'm exhausted.  Got to go lie down.  Talk to you later, Honey.  Are you going to tell my husband you listened to me being fucked?"

	"Do you want me to?"

	"Oh yes.  Tell him all the hot details."

	"I will.  Bye.  Have fun." 

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Solo Flights:

	After the college guys had left slightly after noon, Tracy and I were relaxing in the whirlpool bath.  I couldn't help noticing how sexy she looked naked with her big boobs floating on the surface of the water.

	"Was that Gordon on the phone when the guys were here earlier?" I asked.

	"Yeah."

	"What did he have to say?"

	"He wanted to know if we were Ok and to let us know that they were fine.  They've been fishing twice already.  Have something else planned for today."

	"Did he want to know if we're having sex with any men?"

	"He didn't have to ask.  He knows that we're doing it.  He did convey a question from Art."

	"What?"

	"My husband wanted him to ask me if we really meant what we said in our letters about already having had sex before they arrived at the Lodge."

	"What did you tell him?"

	"I told him that we meant it."

	"He didn't ask if we had actually done it?"

	"No.  The main thing he told me was that Art was worrying himself sick.  He's really in bad shape."

	"Why?"

	"According to Gordon, he's terrified that I'll find a guy who fucks me a lot better than he does and I'll leave him for this other guy.  He told that the real problem is that Art feels left out of what I'm doing.  He said that I'm going to have work hard when we get back building up Art's male ego."

	"I can tell you that he's absolutely right there.  You'll need to give Art the hottest sex he's ever had."

	"I intend to.  As much for me as for him.  I just love this.  I can't believe I waited so long to do it.  By the way, Gordon's going to tell Art to call you to get more details so he won't feel so left out."

	"Well, Gordon knows what he's doing.  I'll give Art a full report when he calls.  Does Gordon know we've been getting laid a lot or is he just guessing?"

	"He knows."

	"How?"

	"He asked what you were doing, and you told me to tell him the truth... and the truth was that three college guys were fucking you at the time he asked."

	"Mmmmm..... I'll bet that made him hot."

	"It did!  He said he wished I were there so he could fuck me."

	"And what did you say to that?"

	"I told him I couldn't wait to get his cock inside my pussy."

	"Slut!"

	"Yeah... I know, and I never realized just how much fun that can be."

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	Later that afternoon, after a long and delicious lunch followed by several glasses of wine, Tracy and I decided to try our luck in the casino.   When we walked through the casino, I lost count of the number of men who forgot what they were doing and turned to check us out.

	I expected no less.  My light summer dress was held up by only two, tiny spaghetti straps.  The V-neck plunged down below my tits so that not only were the top halves exposed, but the entire inner portions of both of my breasts as well.  The hemline of the dress was only a couple of inches below my ass.  With the "fuck-me" sandals I was wearing, I knew I looked hot.

	Tracy's outfit was just as skimpy and as erotic as mine.  Her black top was open all the way to her navel exposing well over half of her big tits.  Only her protruding nipples kept the material over her breasts.  One simple flick of a hand would expose either breast.  Her white skirt ended a couple of inches below the crease of her ass.  Every time she turned or moved quickly, the dress would rise enough to give anyone watching an excellent view of her sexy butt.  If she bent over, somebody would surely have raped her on the spot.

	Although most of the men in the casino looked, when either of us stared in their direction, they would quickly look away.  Guys that do that are more like young boys than men.  There were, however, a couple of well-dressed men who looked to be mid-thirties who didn't look away.  When I stared at them, they smiled warmly and continue to scan every inch of our bodies.  
	
	Since neither of us knew anything about gambling, we stayed away from the blackjack, craps, and poker tables.  Tracy suggested we play the slots, but that seemed too mechanical... too devoid of contact with other people.  When I pointed that out, it didn't take long to convince her to try our luck at the roulette wheel.  

	Gordon had told me that the house has about a 4% edge at roulette so I knew if we continued to play, we were almost certain lose.  Since it was already close to 5 PM, I suggested that we play for an hour and then quit unless we lost our limit before that time.

	With our strategy in place, we took a seat at one of the tables and each of us bought $200 in chips.  The dealer gave me the red chips and Tracy a couple of stacks of green ones.  The different colors were used so the dealer and the players would know which bet belonged to which player.

	We had only been playing for about 10 minutes when the two well-dressed men who had been thoroughly checking us out, sat down at the same table and began to play.  The one beside me turned and said, "I hope you're not offended by my staring at you.  No possible way I could help it.  You and your friend are easily the most attractive women in the casino... no more than that... you're the most attractive women I've seen here for the last month or two.  I'm Ralph Mendosa and my friend who is talking to your friend is Karl Carbone.  Can I know your names, beautiful ladies?"

	Talk about smooth... the guy was more than smooth... he was polished ivory.  He was also devilishly handsome.  So was Karl, but in a more rugged, masculine way.  It was obvious that he had Tracy very, very interested.  "I'm Paula Baxter.  My sexy friend across the table is Tracy, Tracy Bronner."

	"We're delighted to meet the two of you."  After a moment of silence, Ralph added, "People come and go very rapidly in Vegas.  So may I be frank and open?"

	"Please do.  We'll only be here for the rest of the week.  Perhaps a little longer."

	"I notice that both of you are married.  Are you waiting on your husbands?  If so, we should perhaps move on so as not to cause either of you any embarrassment."

	"Our husband's aren't in Vegas.  They're both at an upscale fishing/hunting lodge in Canada for another 10 days.  We made a deal.  They get a vacation in Canada; Tracy and I get a vacation in Vegas."

	At this point, smiles covered both Ralph's and Karl's faces. "Now that information is far, far better than I had hoped for.  We were hoping that the two of you would be free for the evening.  Karl and I live in Vegas.  We're joint owners of one of the hottest clubs in Vegas.  Most tourists never get to see it.  Would you and Tracy join us for dinner tonight... I know the best 5-star restaurant in Vegas... then drinks and dancing... finally, you can be our guests at our club, which I think you will enjoy."

	I looked across the table at Tracy, who nodded more eagerly than she should have.  "Well, obviously, Karl has Tracy very interested and so am I.  What time?"

	"Give me your room number.  We'll pick you up at 8 PM."

	"How should we dress?  Is this too much?  We can tone it down."  

	"What you're wearing is incredible.  I can hardly take my eyes off either of you.  But wear whatever you like.  We'll be wearing slacks and open collar dress shirts."

	The entire time we had been chatting, both us had continued to place bets on each spin of the wheel, but neither of us had paid any attention to whether we were winning or losing.  Who cared about a few dollars when we had two handsome, virile-looking men hitting on us.  We continued that way for another 20 minutes.

	"Are you or Karl married," I asked.  "We don't want to break up a marriage."

	"I'm single.  Karl is divorced and single."

	"So do the two of you pick up married women like this every day?"

	"When they look like you and Tracy, we always try."

	"And how often do you usually succeed?"

	"Not nearly as much as we would like.  That's the penalty for being male.  Women hold all the power.  I would estimate that we might get a date about a third of the time."

	"That's very high... really.  Considering that most of the time the women's husbands will be around.  But I'm not at all surprised.  You and Karl are very sexy, confident men."

	"Do you like sexy, confident men?  Does Tracy?"

	"Yes... we both do.  Most women do."

	"Good.  And thank you for the nice complement.  Women rarely do that."

	"When you and Karl are successful in getting a date for dinner with two married women, how successful are you later in the evening?"

	"Mmmmm... you're very frank and candid, Paula.  Most women are much more guarded."

	"Like you said, 'People come and go very rapidly in Vegas', so we need to frank and open.  So, do I get an answer?"

	"Almost always," Ralph responded softly, never taking his eyes off mine when he said it.  I felt my vagina throb as wetness coated my thighs.

	When we rose to leave after a little more than hour at the table, both men stared at the piles of chips in front of us.  "My god! How much did you two start with?" Karl asked in amazement.

	"$200 each.  It looks like we've been very lucky.  Frankly, I haven’t been paying any attention to the game.  Neither has Tracy."

	While Karl counted up our chips, Ralph leaned close and whispered, "You two are incredible.  You've gotten me so excited that I'm going to embarrass myself walking out of here."

	"That's another big advantage women have."

	"What's that?" Ralph asked not quite understanding.

	"Men can't conceal their excitement when they get hard.  Women, on the other hand, can be very wet, but men can't tell it."

	"And are you wet right now?"

	"My skirt is short enough.  You shouldn't have any problem finding out."

	As his fingers moved between my open thighs and traced up and down the length of my wet slit, Ralph whispered again, "I'm going to fuck you tonight."

	"I know."

	When Tracy and I left the casino, we had dates for dinner, dancing, and more, winnings of over $500 each, and very wet pussies.

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Ralph, Karl, and the Club:

	Karl knocked on the women's hotel room door promptly at 8 PM.  When it opened, the men saw that both Tracy and Paula had changed outfits.  Paula's was even hotter than the one she had worn in the casino.  Tracy's wore a white dress the left half of her breasts uncovered, but the hem came almost to her knees.  Both women looked ravishingly beautiful.  

	"Both of you look fantastic!" Ralph said.  

	"Thank you," both Paula and Tracy said in unison... bringing a chuckle from all present.

	"I just have to ask.  I can't resist," Karl remarked.  "Do either of you have anything on under those dresses?"

	"I'm wearing a pair of white bikini panties, Karl," Tracy replied.

	"No bra?  No bra holding up those big tits?"

	"They stand up without a bra, Honey.  They do bounce a lot when I don't wear a bra though.  Do you want me to put one on?"

	"Hell no!  You think I'm the village idiot?"  

	It was Ralph's turn to ask.  "How about you Paula?  Anything under that tiny black dress?"

	"Just me, Darling.  Just me."

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	Dinner was every bit as good as Ralph had promised.  Every man present stared at Tracy and Paula burning with envy over Karl and Ralph's luck in having two married foxes like them for dates.

	After dinner, the men escorted the women to a popular night club that featured live music and dancing.  So as not to play favorites, Ralph and Karl took turns dancing with first Paula and then Tracy.  

	After a half hour and several drinks, what little inhibitions the women had had were rapidly vanishing.  Ralph had Tracy out on the dance floor, but they were doing little dancing.  Mainly they just swayed to the music while male hands explored the lush contours of Tracy's ass.  "Mmmmmmmmmm... feel me, Honey.  Pull me against that big cock of yours," the panting wife moaned in Ralph's ear.

	Using both hands on her ass, he pressed her mound against his rigid 7-inch male shaft.  Tracy's hips undulated as she ground her throbbing clitoris against him.  "Ooohhh... that just feels huge!"

	"What would your husband say if he saw you humping against my cock, Baby?"  Ralph teased the overheated wife.

	"Don't know.  Four days ago, I'd never had another man since we were married.  Art might have a heart attack... or he might get hard and jack off.  Let's not worry about him."

	"Sounds like a good plan to me," Ralph whispered in her ear.  "Do you want to take out your tits or do you want me to do it for you?  Your choice, Honey, but your big tits are coming out right now."

	"Oh gawd!  Right here on the dance floor.  "Mmmmmmmm.... you take them out, Lover."

	Ralph didn't need to be asked twice.  With one smooth motion, he pulled Tracy's dress below her tits and discovered that she had been telling the truth when she had told them she wasn't wearing a bra.  They danced two more songs with her tits out before Ralph took her back to the table, her tits bouncing all the way.

	While Tracy was sitting at their table with her tits exposed having another drink, Karl had Paula out on the dance floor.  Like Tracy, Paula's mound was being pressed hard against Karl's erection.  Both of them were working to move the big shaft up and down Paula's sex trench.  

	"We can do this better, Honey, if you put your hands under my dress," Paula moaned in his ear.  An instant later, she felt Karl's hands on her naked ass.

	"Oh Fuck!  You weren't kidding, Baby.  You are naked under that dress.  God! Your cunt and thighs are soaked.  It feels like a swamp between your thighs."

	"It is, Honey.  It is.  I'm about to cum!"

	"I want those tits out like Tracy's.  Take them out."

	"Don't you want to take them, Karl?"

	"My hands are busy under your dress, Paula.  Take them out... Now!"

	Paula pulled the dress down her arms lowering the top in the process.  Her big 38DD mounds surged out into the open, both nipples hard and erect.  Like Tracy, Karl made the moaning wife keep her tits exposed as they danced.  The men all looked at her with hot lust; some of the women looked her with envy, others with disgust, and some with as much lust as the men.

	Just before the song ended, Paula moaned, "ooohhhhh... I'm cumming, Karl.  Hold me... ooohh good...sooo good... aaahhhhhhh... ooohh fuck...can you feel my cunt throbbing, Honey?"

	When Karl and Ralph took the women to their car for the trip to their club, four big tits bounced all the way across the parking lot.

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	All the way to the club, Karl and Ralph played with the Paula and Tracy's big, naked tits.  When they pinched and pulled on their nipples, the women groaned and occasionally gasped in a hot mixture of pleasure and pain.

	Finally, they couldn't keep their hips still on the seats.  Again and again, the asses of the two wives arched high off the seat, rotating... thrusting... humping, as they moaned.  Karl and Ralph eventually moved their exploring hands off their big tits to their wet cunts.

	When male fingers penetrated their vaginas, Paula and Tracy moaned and then wailed as they each came hard.  The finger fucking continued until their hips were again thrusting with hot passion and need.  At that moment, they arrived at the Karl and Ralph's club.  The women groaned as the men removed their fingers from their pulsing vaginas and led them into the dark interior of the after hours club.  Above the door the women saw the red neon sign, "The Dark Stallion".

	Naturally, there was no cover charge nor bar tab for their group since Karl and Ralph owned the club.  A scantily clad waitress with both of her large tits exposed took their drink orders.  

	Although dimly lit, there was sufficient illumination to see what was happening.  On stage, a dancer was gyrating wildly to the music, thrusting her hips at the men lining the runway, her tits bouncing as she humped her ass and naked cunt just a few feet from the customers.  Looking around the club, Paula and Tracy saw that while most of the customers were men, there were still quite a few couples.  In every case, the women's bodies were at least partially exposed.

	"This is a wild place," Paula whispered to Ralph.  "I love it!"

	"I thought you might.  Look, neither of you has to do anything you don't want to do ... anything you don't feel comfortable doing, don't.  But if you want to do something, go for it.  Everyone who comes here does."

	Leaning over, Tracy tugged on Paula's arm.  "Look over there in those booths along the side of club."

	Everyone looked at the booths and saw women, all partially or completely nude, gyrating in the laps of men.  "They're giving the men lap dances.  Those girls are the waitresses who also do lap dances for a fee," Karl explained.

	"Are the girls being fucked?"  Tracy asked.

	"Usually not.  Most of the time, the girl just grinds her pussy against the man's cock until he shoots off.  But if she wants to fuck him, she just closes the curtain to the booth.  See those booths with the curtain closed?  A girl is probably being fucked in those booths right now."

	Both of the wives were so turned on, they couldn't keep from pressing their thighs together.  "Who does the dancing?" Paula asked.  "Do you hire professional dancers or are the dancers also the waitresses?"

	"Neither," Ralph responded.  "All the dancers are amateurs.  They're the female customers who either decide it would be hot to dance or decide to do it for their boyfriends or husbands who want to see them stripping up on the stage.  We don't pay them.  If any of the men tip them for a good show, they can keep the money, of course."

	"You mean that woman who was just dancing naked except for her high heels was one of the customers here?" Paula asked.

	"Yeah," Karl answered.

	Paula scanned the entire club without seeing the woman.  "I don't see her anywhere.  She must have run away from embarrassment after dancing like that."

	"No way!  She was hot as fire after she finished.  She's in one of those booths that have the curtain closed."

	"God, that's so hot," Tracy groaned.  "Her boyfriend or husband couldn't even wait to get her home."

	"No.  It's not her husband fucking her.  He's still sitting over there at their table."  Karl pointed to the man.  "See him stroking his cock.  He's thinking about his wife being fucked right now.  Keep you eye on the booths.  You'll see her when she comes out."

	Both wives felt their vaginas gushing as their clits throbbed.  Finally Paula couldn't stand it any longer.  "Oh Fuck, Ralph.  You guys have gotten us so hot, we can't stand it.  Take us somewhere and fuck us."

	The men laughed.  "It doesn't work that way, Honey.  It's not quite 12 PM now.  We have to see to the closing of the club at 1 AM.  After that, we'll head back to your hotel and spend the night with you."

	"We'll both go crazy before then," Tracy moaned.

	"Well, there's a lot of hot things you can do to take the edge off until we get you back to the hotel."

	"What?" Tracy asked.

	Paula answered her question for her.  "Ralph means we can strip on the stage for the men and then take a guy to one of the booths.  Or we could do lap dances for the next hour.  Right?"

	"That's the idea," Ralph nodded.

	"But we're with the two of you.  Won't that make you both furious?"

	"Not at all.  It will just make you hotter when we get you back to the hotel.  We'll get most of the benefit.  Paula, do you begin to see why Karl and I always get into a woman if she accepts a date with us?"

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	After Karl and Ralph excused themselves to take care of some club business, it didn't take 5 minutes before a well-dressed man, about 35 or so, came over to the table.  He checked out the two women and made his choice, Tracy.  

	He extended his arm and said, "Shall we go over to one of the booths and get better acquainted, Honey.  I'm Mark.  And you are?"

	"Tracy.  Hi, Mark.  But I'm not a lap dancer.  I've never done that before."

	"Tracy, all women are lap dancers.  It's in your genes.  And I see you're married.  Married women without their husbands make the best lap dancers."

	"How do you know my husband isn't here?"

	"Because, I know both Karl and Ralph very well, and you're not married to them.  So...  shall we?"  Again, Mark extended his arm.  This time Tracy took it and let him lead her over to one of the booths.

	As Paula watched, she saw Mark slide into the booth first followed by Tracy.  At first, she sat beside him, but then she saw Mark shake his head and pull Art's wife onto his lap.  She made no protest, which didn't surprise Paula at all.  Tracy had to be as hot as she was by this time.  

	When Mark first got the panting wife onto his lap, she was sitting sideways.  He shook his head and whispered something in Tracy's ear.  Immediately, she pulled her white dress high on her hips and straddled Mark's legs putting herself in perfect lap dancing position.  Paula nodded.  Apparently, Mark had been correct that all women, especially married ones, are natural born lap dancers.

	Paula's hand moved almost automatically between her thighs to her throbbing pussy when she saw Mark lowering Tracy's dress to expose both of her breasts.  Art's wife leaned over him dangling her big tits in front of his face as her hips began to grind up and down the length of Mark's erection.  

	It was obvious to Paula that the half-drunk, wildly excited Tracy was losing all control.  Her ass slammed up and down on Mark with total abandon.  Her large breasts bounced with each up/down motion of her ass on his throbbing organ.  

	Unable to take any more teasing, Mark said something to Tracy.  Paula saw her nod.  A moment later, Tracy lifted her hips high and held herself there as Mark extracted his large, rigid prick that looked to Paula to be over 7 inches.  Moving back, Tracy sat on his legs while she rolled a condom over the pulsing shaft.  
Paula's fingers were working feverishly on her clitoris as she watched Art's wife lift her hips and move her pussy directly over Mark's waiting cock.  On the next downward journey of her ass, the sheathed prick slid smoothly and easily into Tracy's gushing vagina.  

	Paula came at the same moment as Mark's cock disappeared up Tracy's cunt.  Paula's pussy was contracting in a series of hard spasms when Art's wife pulled the curtain shut on the booth.  Inside, Mark began fucking the hot blonde.

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	Within ten minutes, three men had asked Paula for a lap dance, but she politely turned them all down without telling them that they really didn't appeal to her sexually.  Meanwhile, inside the booth, Tracy was driving her cunt up and down Mark's throbbing erection.  She had already cum once, and when Mark told her that he was about to shoot off, she came again.

	Paula had just turned down the third man who had asked for a lap dance when Ralph came over to the table.  "Hi.  Hope you aren't too bored.  It'll be a while longer.  Listen, I've already had four men ask me if you would dance and strip.  I promised them I would ask you.  Interested?"

	"Do you want me to do it?"

	"Hell yes.  By the time you finish, you won't believe how hot you'll be.  We'll be ready to leave by that time and I'm the one who will get the benefit of all your excitement.  But, it's your call, Paula."

	"Ok.  Just for you, I'll do it.  What do I do?"

	"Just mount the stage when you're ready to start.  Some one will start the music and the rest is up to you.  Just do your best to make all the men watching you cum in their pants."

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	Mark's first load had already been safely deposited deep inside Tracy's cunt when Paula walked onto the stage.  Tracy had screamed at him not to take off the condom, but he had paid no attention.  With one swift motion, he had removed the condom and slammed his jerking penis back into her waiting cunt.  A few seconds later, her cunt was filled with a thick cum load.

	At that moment, Tracy was working her mouth up and down Mark's semihard shaft.  She felt her body shudder when she felt his cock beginning to enlarge and harden inside her mouth.  By the time Paula began to dance, Mark's cock was fully hard and ready to use her eager pussy once again. 

	Since Paula was wearing nothing except her flimsy black dress and heels, it didn't take long for the men lining the runway to get a chance to see the gushing pussy of the big-titted, hot, married blonde.  With her dress lying on the floor of the stage, Paula sat in a chair and raised her legs high, pointing her heels straight at the ceiling.  The position framed her asshole and wet cuntal slit.

	Moving back and forth across the stage and then up and down the runway, Paula spread her legs, bent her knees, and thrust her pussy right in the faces of the men.  Several reached out to touch her cunt.  Unlike most of the other women, she let them feel her pussy before she moved to the next man.  With no stockings, garter belt, or panties in which to stuff money, the men simply tossed it onto the stage or runway.

	Inside the curtained booth, Mark had taken charge of the fucking.  Without ceremony, he had put Tracy on her back on the table, ordered her to hike up her legs, and spread herself open.  As Paula humped her cunt at the men along the runway, Tracy was humping her wet pussy in invitation at Mark.  He moved into her sex saddle and aligned his cock.

	When Tracy was unable to keep her hips still long enough for Mark to penetrate her, she received a sharp whack across her ass from the palm of his hand.  "Keep you ass still until I get my cock into you, you hot, sexy bitch." 

	Tracy tried to keep still but her excitement was so great, her hips continued to move.  Two more sharper blows fell, one on her ass, the other on her pussy and clit.  The slap against her clit brought her off.  As her orgasm surged through her, she was totally unable to remain still.  Mark shoved her legs back and began spanking the hot blonde with repeated open-handed swats onto her ass cheeks.  In moments, they were both beet red.  

	Realizing that unless she kept her cunt still and in position for Mark to enter her, he was going to continue spanking her ass.  With difficulty, she held still as he again aligned his thick sex prong.  One hard thrust drove it fully into her hot cunt.  "Now move your hot ass, Baby." Mark ordered as his cock thundered in and out of her squishing, contracting cunt.

	Paula was panting in extreme sexual excitement.  Ralph had warned her that she was going to get blazing hot stripping for all these men, and she now realized he was right.  Her pussy was gushing her fluids down her thighs.  Every third time or so that man managed to touch her cunt or ass, she throbbed with sexual delight.  

	She was now right at the edge of the runway, on her hands and knees, head down, and ass arched high with her ankles crossed.  She had one hand thrust between her thighs holding her cunt open with her fingers.  The position placed her pussy and ass no more than a couple of feet away from the men alongside of the runway.  

	After assuming the position for one group of men, she moved on down the runway to give the next group the same show.  And every time she did it, male fingers ran over her engorged, erect clitoris while other fingers explored inside her open vagina.  Before she had completed the circuit up and down the runway, Paula had had two, intense orgasms.  The first time, her juices spurted out and drenched the face of the man who about to slide his tongue into her gash. 

	On the next circuit up of the runway, Paula sat at edge with one knee over the edge, the other straight up to totally expose the entire plane of her cunt.  She thrust her 38DD tits toward the men and let several squeeze and stroke her before moving to the next group.  When that circuit was over, she was on the verge of still another orgasm.  

	Just before she left the stage, she picked the best looking group of men lining the runway, moved within two feet of them, and laid down on the runway on her stomach, one leg extending almost into the laps of the watching men.  Her other leg was bent at the knee, her heel pointing straight at the ceiling.  She was wide open.  Immediately, the men took possession of the leg she was offering them and pulled it wide.  Two other men caressed her exposed pussy and ass while their friends held her open for their exploring hands.  When one of the men thrust three fingers into her cunt, Paula exploded.

	Inside the booth, Mark was fucking Tracy like a hot whore.  Again and again, he plunged his steel-hard rod into her gaping hole bringing howls of rapture from the hot blonde.  When he could take no more, he warned her, "Here's it cums, you hot Bitch.  Keep those legs open for me.  Gonna flood you and breed you, Baby."  If she hadn't been on the pill, Tracy had no doubt that his massive load would have impregnated her womb.

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	It was over 30 minutes before Ralph and Karl were ready to return to our hotel for a hot night of sex with us.  I was so horny for sex, I was having great trouble trying to remain still in the chair.  My ass kept moving and my thighs continued to grind against my clitoris.  Again and again, I got right to the brink of an orgasm before stopping.  Brian Malone watched me squirming with amusement.  

	Brian was Ralph and Karl's manager for the club.  He had been with them since they opened the business a decade previously.  "At least, I'm not the only one squirming," I thought as I watched Brian trying to adjust his big black cock.  He tried a couple of times unsuccessfully.  It was just too big, particularly when it was hard, as it was at the moment.  

	Speaking to Ralph and Karl, Brian asked, "Hey.  How long you guys gonna be before you take this chick back to the hotel?"

	"'Bout 15 or so minutes," I'd say, Ralph replied.

	"I'm so hard it hurts, and she's squirming her ass all over that chair after that strip show she put on.  Hot..hot...hot!!  Do you guys object if I put a load into her?"

	"Not if you can do it in 15 minutes or less, and Paula is interested."

	Having received permission from his employers, Brian walked over to where I was sitting.  I was so wet that I had no doubt that he could smell the musky aroma of my cunt.  "You heard the man, Paula.  I know you're hot as hell from dancing.  Do you want this up that wet, hot pussy of yours?"

	I stared mesmerized at the huge black phallus that Brian was waving in front of my face.  About three-quarters erect, it was already a thick 9 inches of man meat.  I knew when he put it in me, it was going to get even bigger. His hand slowly stroked up and down the thick shaft.  He even had trouble getting his hand around it.  I knew I wouldn't have a chance.

	"Make up your mind, Paula.  If you don't want it, I'll back to the club and find a woman who does.  We don't have much time, so do you want it or not?"

	"Oohhhhh shit... fuck me with that thing!  Hurry... don't waste any more time.  I want it in me as long as possible."

	Brian grinned and laid down on the couch.  "Ride my big pole, Bitch!"

	I was mounted on it as fast as I could spread my legs and straddle him.  Even as wet as I was, it was a very tight fit.  I had to work the mouth of my pussy over the big head several times, continuously pushing downward before I could get the head inside my pussy.  When it went in, we both groaned: 

	"AAAHHHHHHHHhhhhh....  OOOOOHHHHHHHHH.... FUCK... WHAT A COCK!" I shrieked in hot female passion.

	"Oh Baby.  You're box is tight... so fuckin tight.  Ram that pussy down, Honey... Ram me all the way into you."

	It took five minutes before we had it buried and Brian was fucking me like a wild bull.  There was so much friction on my clit as he hammered it in and out of my cunt, I was having repeated orgasms.  Finally, we heard Ralph saying, "We gotta go, Brian.  Hurry up.  Dump a load in her so we can be on our way."

	"Get on your hands and knees, Paula.  Head down... ass up high.  So I can really pound you and cum."

	As soon as I was in doggy position, Brian moved behind me and fitted the big head into my now gaping hole.  This time it sank into me easily until I felt his big balls banging against my clit.  He held my hips and fucked me... really fucked me... hard... driving thrusts that seemed to go all the way up into my belly.  I came again and Brian roared like a wild animal, "I'm shooting it up your cunt, Baby.  Breeding you whore... Take my black load, Slut!"

	There wasn't much else I could do other than take his load.

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	"Where's Tracy?" Karl asked as we were leaving the club. 

	"I think she's still in one of the lap dancing booths.  The one on the end with the curtain pulled."

	Karl went over and pulled the curtain open to find Tracy riding a cock in reverse cowgirl position.  When the curtail was pulled open, she paused and slowed her hip thrusts.  Immediately, the guy under her growled, "Don't stop, Honey.  Keep fucking that hot hole up and down on my prick.  I'm almost there.  Make me cum, Baby."

	We could all hear the hot squishing noises as Tracy plowed her pussy up and down the man's shaft.  "Ok.  You've got two minutes to shoot a load into her, Man.  After that, I'm taking her and we're leaving.

	When Tracy heard Karl's ultimatum, she leaned closer to the guy fucking her and said softly, "Don't worry, Lover.  I'll get you off before I have to leave."

	Her hips went into over drive and a string of hot fuck words poured from the gorgeous blonde's mouth.  "OOohhh fuck that big dick up my married cunt hole, Stud.  Ram me!  I'm not on the pill.  Shoot it up my cunt and breed my husband's pussy, Baby.  Hurry.  Pump me.  Fuck me!  Screw my sexy ass off."

	The man shot off in her in less than a minute.

	On the drive back to the hotel, I asked Tracy quietly, "My god... how many guys fucked you in that booth?"

	She leaned close to my ear and said, "Four!"  Her voice was a hiss of female passion when she said it.

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	That night Tracy and I were screwed by both Karl and Ralph.  Ralph took me first in one bed while Karl pleasured Tracy in the other one.  I got off twice before Ralph filled his condom with his load, and it sounded like Tracy had three orgasms, one on Karl's tongue and two more on his cock later.

	After that first round, we had a snack from the mini-bar and then the men switched beds.  I was so exhausted that I could only get off once while Karl was giving it to me, but the insatiable Tracy had two more climaxes on Ralph's cock.

	That's the way we slept... Karl with me, Ralph with Tracy.  No one woke up until nearly noon the next day.  Naturally, both men had morning erections and none of us had any intention of letting them go to waste.  This time, the four of us got on the same bed and the sex was a wild orgy of arms, legs, tits, cocks, and pussies.  Tracy and I both had Ralph and Karl in us several times as the men switched holes frequently. 

	I got of twice and so did Tracy.  When the men were ready to cum, they flipped a coin to see who used my cunt and who used Tracy's.  Ralph ended filling his condom inside my pussy while Karl filled his using Tracy's.  

	The men left after lunch, and we were too tired to do anything except lounge by the pool and soak in the spa.  Around 8 PM, we got dressed and had dinner in the hotel, just the two of us.

	That night, Tracy and I went out to a show alone and came back the same way.  By the time we had had a nightcap in the bar, it was nearly 11 PM.  Both of us usually sleep nude so getting ready for bed required no more than taking off our clothes and hanging them up.  The hotel staff had already turned down our beds and left us a piece of candy on the pillow.  

	"Are you hungry?" Tracy asked as I was about to crawl into bed.

	"Some.  Want to get dressed and go down grab a bite to eat before we call it a night?"

	"No.  I was thinking it would be a lot more fun to call room service and have them bring us something."

	"Anything particular in mind?"

	"Yeah... maybe something firm and thick with a nice protein filled sauce would be yummy."

	Thirty minutes later a tray of sandwiches and two pieces of dessert sat on the table untouched while Tracy and I were getting a black meat injection on the beds from the two bellhops who had probably fought for the privilege of delivering our food.   After they had each filled one condom, neither of the men would leave until they had filled a second one inside the other pussy.  It was an hour before we finally got to eat the sandwiches and dessert.

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A Proposition at Caesar's:

	The following morning, Tracy and I spent the morning at the spa and the pool.  In our skimpy suits, several men hit on us, as usual, but none of them really appealed to us.  I was sleepy and still tired from the previous day's activities.  So, I decided to take a nap that afternoon while Tracy window shopped at the many shops in Caesar's.  

	Tracy had told me that she would be back by 5 PM so we could make plans for the evening.  It was 4 PM when the phone rang. It was Tracy calling.

	"Hi.  Hope I didn't wake you."

	"You did, but I was about to get up anyway.  Are you coming back to the room now?  Do you want me to leave so you can be alone with someone?"

	"No, but I have something wild to tell you.  Are you awake enough now?"

	"Sure.  I've had a very relaxing, three-hour nap.  Come back to the room.  Oh, by the way, why did you bother to call?"

	"Well, I wasn't sure you really intended to sleep all afternoon.  I didn't want to interrupt anything."

	By the time Tracy opened the door to our room, I had showered and put on some make up.  I had just slipped into my bra and thong panties when she arrived.

	"Wow.  You look ready for tonight."

	"I am Girl.  I am.  All rested and ready.  What's the wild thing you need to tell me?"

	"Ok.  I'm going to give you the short version, just the facts.  I'll fill in the details later.  Around 3 PM, I got tired of window shopping and went to the Caribbean Lounge for a cocktail.  I had just ordered when two men, both around 40 or so, asked if they could sit down and talk to me.  They looked virile and sexy, so I said Ok... of course."

	"I'm surprised you're not up in their room right now getting laid," I commented with a smile.

	"That's where I thought I was going to be, but they had something more exotic in mind.  The two men told me they represented a group of six very, very wealthy men.  When I asked, 'How wealthy?', Haskell... that was his name, Haskell Morrison... said 'over 100 million each'."

	"Wow!  That is a lot of money."

	"Yeah.  Anyway, it seems the six of them meet once a year for a week's vacation in Vegas.   They stay in the best luxury suites,  see shows, gamble, and eat the best food.  The highlight of their week is a sex orgy on the last day and night of their stay.  Each year, two of the six have the job of arranging for the female entertainment at their private orgy.  The women have to be 25 to 35 years old, beautiful and sexy, and happily married.  Haskell and John picked you and I as their first candidates."

	"That's sort of flattering, but how did they get our names?"

	"I asked the same question.  They always spend the week at Caesar's so as you might imagine with all their money, they are very tight with the management here.  The entertainment director always keeps his eye out for possible women for them.  With us screwing all the bellhops, the bell captain suggested us to the director who passed our names on to Haskell."

	"Since you didn't turn him down outright, I gather you're interested?"

	"I'm not sure.  Maybe.  Let me finish."

	"Ok.  Sorry.  I thought that was the end of the story."

	"Not yet.  As I say, there are six men involved.  I've only seen two, but if we are interested we'll see all six about an hour from now.  Basically, we have to do every thing they request... we'll be their whores for a day.  To be certain everyone is safe, we will have their names and appropriate ID.  They will have ours.  Since they will not be using condoms, if we accept, all of us, you, I, and the six men, will visit a clinic this afternoon to be tested for STD's.  Assuming we all pass, the party will be tomorrow starting at 3 PM and continuing until the next morning when the men have to leave."

	"Whores, did you say?  They intend to pay us?"

	"As compensation for our... 'services'... each man contributes $10,000, which we split equally.  Haskell also suggested that they usually provide an additional gift as a tip, as he put it.  Frankly, Paula the idea of being a one-time whore excites me.  It's probably the only chance we will ever have to do it one time... certainly the only chance to do it one time for this much money."

	"Well, it certainly is erotic, safe, and lucrative.  But how in the world are we going to explain how we suddenly came up with $30,000 each to Gordon and Art?"

	"That's the best part!  I have a great idea that our husbands are going to love!

	Fifteen minutes later, I was convinced.  Ten minutes after that we were in the elevator on our way to meet our six "employers".

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A Cuck and his Gorgeous Wife:

	Art and I had booked a two-day combination hunting/fishing outing to the north, and it was really great.  The fishing was out of this world.  The guides had asked if we wished to "catch and release", and we replied, "Absolutely".  That made it even more fun.  We caught dozens of fish, most of them very large pike or northern bass, which are all fierce fighters.  I even hooked one muskellunge.  The guide said it was a big one... about 70 or 75 lbs.  It tore my line all to hell.  The guides had a great time laughing about how the city boy had struggled to land a big muskellunge but was hopelessly outclassed.  In the end, not one fish was killed.

	For the hunting portion of the trip, Art and I elected to "hunt" with cameras.  We loved the outdoors and the beauty of the land, but we didn't have any interest in killing for sport.  Killing for food to stay alive is one thing... killing for sport is quite another.

	When the two day outing was over and we were packing our gear, we could tell by the demeanor of our guides that we had earned their respect.  That alone made the trip enjoyable.

	We got back to the Lodge around 3 PM, took a long, hot bath, dressed and had a great dinner in the Lodge's 4-star restaurant.  After dinner, we hit the club again, of course, hoping to get lucky once again.  

	This time, however, there were no unescorted women.  Every woman in the club was with her husband, boyfriend, or fiancée.  "Well," I said to Art, "Even 'Stan, the Man' occasionally struck out."

	We were nursing our third drink when eagle-eye Art, as I had begun calling him, spotted another fox.  And this one was truly a fox among foxes.  Unfortunately, a man sat at her table, so all we could do was look, wish, and fantasize.

	Just as we were about to leave, the impossible happened... our "wet-dream" woman rose and walked over to our table leaving her husband sitting alone.  The dark-haired beauty had a to-die-for face and body.  Her clothes molded every inch of it.  If that wasn't enough, she had a marvelous smile and a deep, sexy voice.
As soon as she spoke, I could feel my cock becoming erect.  Art told me later that he had the same reaction.  

	"Hi, Gentlemen.  I'm Lana.  I came over because the two of you have been staring at me all evening... or maybe it would be more accurate to say that the two of you have been lusting after me all evening.  Am I correct?"

	Art didn't have the experience to deal with such fantastic women, but I had a huge advantage... I was married to one.  "You're absolutely correct.  There was no way we could take our eyes off of you.  We've been here a week, and you are easily the most beautiful woman at least in northern Canada and probably further than that.  As for our lusting after you... you're also correct, and if that has upset you, we extend our very sincere apologies.   Perhaps we can buy you and your husband a drink by way of apology?  I'm Gordon, Gordon Baxter and this is my very good friend Art Bronner."

	"Upset me?  Hardly.  It turns me on when men lust after me.  I see both of you are married, but you're wives are not with you, correct?"  

	"Once again, you're correct.  You're batting a 1000."

	"I can tell you for certain that if your wives would be honest with you, they would both tell you they get hot and wet when men lust after them.  Most women do, but they never tell their husbands that."

	"You might be surprised," I commented softly.

	For the first time, Lana seemed somewhat uncertain of herself.  "You're wives tell you that?" she asked.

	"Yes.  Right now, while Art and I are enjoying this exotic vacation in northern Canada, our wives are enjoying a wonderful vacation in Las Vegas."

	"May I sit down?" the wet-dream woman asked.

	"Please do." Art spoke for the first time.  When Lana lowered her body onto the couch, she crossed her legs.  A large expanse of leg and thigh were revealed in the process to complement the upper third of her tits that were on display.

	"Las Vegas, huh?  Your wives alone in Vegas.  Now that is hot and wild.  Do you think they are enjoying ... how should I put this... enjoying some male companionship?"

	"No question about it.  Our wives like men and, as you point out, they are turned on when men lust for their hot bodies.  So how about you?  Are enjoying the companionship of any men besides your husband?"

	"Quite a few.  You see, my husband likes to watch me with other men.  He's hard right now just from watching me chatting with you about sex."

	"I can understand that.  I'm hard from just having you chat with us about sex.  I'm pretty certain Art is as well."

	Lana turned to Art.  "Is he right, Art?  Are you hard now?"

	"I've been hard ever since I saw you at your table."

	"I'm sure I can take care of the problem you and Gordon are having... if you're interested."

	"Can you handle both of us?" I asked.

	"Easily.  Any woman could."

	"Perhaps," I said enigmatically.  "Shall we go?  I expect you to spend the night.  I do not like 'quickies'."

	"Well, I'm not sure..." Lana stammered.

	"I am.  That is all that counts.  You may return to your room to get any toilet articles and clothes for tomorrow that you need.  We'll expect you at our door in 30 minutes or sooner.  And one more thing before you leave... Art and I want to see your tits."

	"Right here?  Right now?" Lana was clearly not expecting this.  "Let's wait until we get to your room."

	"I'm sorry, but that's not acceptable.  Women get to make the decision as to whether or not sex will take place.  Men have essentially no voice in the matter.  That's the source of a woman's power.  If a woman says 'no', that ends the matter.  But if a woman says 'yes', then further decisions are the man's prerogative.  He decides when... where... how.  Males who permit women to usurp that power are wimps, not men.  Right now, you're sitting at the table with two virile men... something you will enjoy enormously later tonight."

	I watched Lana's body squirming in her chair, obviously excited.  "Well?" I asked softly.

	Lana shuddered.  I wondered if she had had an orgasm.  Finally, she nodded and lowered her eyes in silent submission.

	"Remove your breasts from your dress, Lana.  Here.  Now!  If you prefer, I'll do it for you.  Your choice."

	Her reply was so soft and muted I could just barely hear her say, "You do it."

	"Tell your husband to come over here and watch as I expose your breasts for every man in the club to see."

	That was the magic button.  Lana again shuddered, this time much more violently.  I was almost certain that she had had an orgasm.  When she got her shaking under control, she motioned for her husband."

	"This is my husband, Phil," she said when he arrived at our table.

	"Phil, I'm Gordon and this is Art.  As you know, your sexy wife has been flaunting her body at us all evening.  In about a half hour, she will join us in our room where she will be spending the night.  Needless to say, we will be fucking your wife repeatedly, and you're welcome to come and watch if you like.  But right now, I'm going to take out her breasts here in the club.  Do you object?"

	Phil almost moaned.  "No.  Whatever you want to do is Ok with me."  He was squeezing his penis through his pants.

	Reaching over, I lowered Lana's dress off her shoulders and then pulled her green bra down below her 38D melons.  Several men at other table moved to get in better position to see the dark-haired beauty's big tits.

	"Beautiful, Lana.  Very beautiful.  Now, you can go get whatever you will need tonight and in the morning.  But leave your breasts out.  The entire time.  If you replace them, you need not show up at our room.  Phil, make certain that your wife's breasts remain exposed."

	"We'll see you in no more than 30 minutes.  Don't be late or we will strip you naked and then take you on an extended tour of the Lodge."

	Lana was trembling so violently when she left our table, I wondered if she might deliberately be late so I would take her on such a tour.

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	Only 20 minutes had passed when Art and I heard the knock on our apartment door.  As soon as Art opened the door, an embarrassed Lana rushed into the room followed by her husband Phil, whose pants were tented with his erection.  

	"You Bastards!" Lana screamed, her naked breasts bouncing on her chest.  "Do you have any idea how many men saw me with my tits hanging out?"

	"A lot, I would imagine.  How many of them asked you for sex?"

	"Ohh fuck!" Lana almost moaned at the memory.  "At least half did."

	Turning to Phil, I asked, "How many of those men who asked your wife for sex do you think she'll fuck sometime before you leave the Lodge?"

	"As many as she can," he answered truthfully.  He continued to squeeze his cock.

	Art came up behind the dark-haired beauty and cupped her large breasts.  "I don't blame them for wanting sex with you, Lana.  You're incredibly sexy and beautiful.  Can you feel how hard my cock is right now?"

	For an answer, she just groaned and thrust her ass against it.

	"I don't think you need this dress any longer, do you Lana?"

	"Nooo," she gasped, her ass humping against Art's hard rod.  "Take it off."

	With her dress already around her waist, all Art had to do was pull the zipper the rest of the way down, and tiny garment fell in a puddle about her heels.  "Wow!  Green panties," Art commented.  "Don't think I've ever stripped a woman wearing green panties.  You do want me to strip your panties off don't you Lana?"

	I was amazed at how fast Art had caught on to handling women like Lana.  He had her hot, so hot she couldn't keep her hips still.  Even her husband, who must have seen her being stripped dozens of times, was now jerking his cock through his pants.

	"Oohhhh yessss," she hissed softly, her hips continuing to thrust back and forth.

	"Bend over, Baby," Art ordered.

	Lana didn't hesitate.  Her delectable lush ass thrust toward us.  She brought her legs together to let Art remove her panties.  He took his time.  Before his fingers moved to the waistband, he had caressed every inch of her ass and thighs.  "Ooohhh please... take them off," Phil's wife begged.

	"Whatever you want, Lana."

	Art slowly pulled the panties down her thighs.  "Now bend over and cup your ass cheeks, Honey.  Pull yourself open so Gordon and I can decide whether to use your pussy or your ass first."

	"Ooohhh god... ooohhhh god...  ooohhh," she moaned, helpless in her heat.

	By the time she was bent over, her hands stretching her cheeks open to expose her starfish, I had every thing off except my skirt.  Art noticed and said, "Look what Gordon has for you, Lana.  Time for you to suck, Honey."

	Art moved her over to the couch.  No further instructions were necessary as the panting bitch put one of her heels up on the couch, bent over at the waist and sucked my 8-inch prong into her mouth.  I held her head and fucked my entire length into her throat.  She grunted, but didn't gag.  Obviously, Lana had had a lot of practice.

	With her delectable ass high in the air in near perfect fucking position, there was no way that Art was going to be able to resist.  As Art lubed her with some astroglide on his fingers, Lana never stopped sucking me.  On every stroke, my balls were banging her chin.  After getting Lana's knees up on the couch and slipping a condom on his cock, he mounted the hot brunette's ass.  

	"Lana, take Gordon's cock out of your mouth for a moment.  I'm going to use your hot ass, and I don't want you accidentally biting him."  I liked this man more than ever.

	Lana lifted her head keeping my rigid dick in her hand.  "Ok, Stud.  Stuff me!"

	That's exactly what he did.  As soon as he was deep inside her, she once again began to suck me.  We plowed the hot slut fore and aft while her husband, who had now taken out his cock, was jacking off furiously.  Lana grunted like a cow being mounted by a bull.

	Lana's ass was so tight, and Art was so horny, there was no way he could last long the first time.  After five minutes of hard shafting, he poured his first load into the sheathe.  

	As soon as Art dismounted, I pulled out of her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Now it's your turn, Honey."  Pushing her onto her back on the couch, she spread her legs instantly and begged for my tongue.  I gave it to her.  She howled louder than ever.  

	Phil leaned forward in the chair to get the best view possible.  Lana's ass hammered up and down in wild fuck motions.  She didn't even last the five minutes Art had managed before she was screaming in orgasm.  "OOOHHHHHHHHHH... GORDON'S MAKING ME CUMMMMMMMM, HONEY!  HE'S MAKING YOUR WIFE CUM!" she yelled for her husband's benefit.  His load arched high in the air.  Before he was finished, five huge streams lay on his belly, on the chair, and on the carpet.

	There was no way I could wait any longer.  Three days without a woman and then having this wild vixen begging for cock was more than any man could take.  I shoved Lana onto her back and pushed her legs up and back.  "Spread wider," I ordered.  

	Lora shivered in anticipation as she felt me kneeling between her wide spread legs, and positioning my rock-hard cock at the throbbing opening to her cunt.  Lana looked over at her husband and saw that he was once again hard and masturbating, his eyes locked onto the huge cock that was about to sink into her waiting sex hole. 

	I pushed into the pulsing opening slowly... feeling her vagina contract and throb.  Phil's wife moaned with pleasure as she felt her pussy being stretched and filled.  Unable to wait, I slammed the last three inches of cock into her as my balls bounced against her slit. 

	The sight between Lana's thighs was fantastic.  Her cunt was now a huge, round hole that was stretched tautly about my cock.  I began to fuck the woman with hard, determined strokes that thudded with masculine authority into her hot fuck hole.

	"Harder, harder... pleaseeee... more... more," Lana cried out.

	I gave her what she wanted as my ass pounded into her sex saddle, each thrust driving the sex spike to the very bottom of her cunt.  The harder I fucked her, the louder she howled, 

	"Ohhhh god YES!  FUCK HARD!  MORE!  UUNNGGHHHHHH..."

Then, a moment later:

	"AAAHHHHHHHHhh... CUMMING!  I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGG!!" Lana squealed.  I emptied my load right in the middle of her orgasm.

	I was removing the filled condom when I heard Lana shriek again.  I didn't even have to look to know what was happening.  Art was now nailing the hot slut.  But, my curiosity was too great not to look.  

	He had her mounted on his cock fucking her with steady hard thrusts.  Lana seemed to cumming continuously in spite of the fact that I knew she had just had an intense orgasm on my cock.  Phil's hand was flying up and down his cock as he listened to his wife screaming at Art to fuck her harder.  

	"He's fucking me, Phil!  He's fucking your wife's hot cunt, Baby.  Look at his huge prick pumping your wife's pussy.  I can feel him throbbing in my hole, Honey.  He's gonna cum inside my cunt, Baby.  AAAHHHHHHH.... HE'S SHOOTING, HONEY!  HE'S SHOOTING INSIDE YOUR WIFE'S FUCK HOLE.... OHHHHH WATCH HIM FUCKING MEEEEEEEEE!!"

	Both husband and wife came together... Phil on his hand ... his wife on Art's cock."

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Nature Lovers and Working Wives:

	Late that afternoon Tracy and Paula met the six men whom they would be 'servicing' the next day if all the tests came back negative.  Haskell was in charge of making the arrangements for the women's services so he handled every thing.  John was assisting him while Nikolas, Lamar, Gene, and Dereck just busied themselves looking over the women's bodies and wondering what their tits, asses, and cunts looked like. As expected, the tests were all negative, and Haskell said he would call at 2:45 PM the next day.

	Promptly at 2:45 PM the next afternoon, the phone in the girls' hotel room rang.  It was Haskell.  "Are you ready?  Dressed as instructed?  You may bring your toilet articles, make up and the extra clothing we discussed."  Fifteen minutes later, they opened the door to Haskell's knock.

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	There were 10 members of the hiking/fishing expedition plus Marcel, the guide.  The trail led up a heavily wooded area which, at some points, was quite steep and somewhat dangerous.  Coming to an open area, Marcel stopped the group.  "We will take a 10 minute break here," he informed the group.  "I suggest you look to the east.  The view of the mountains from this point is spectacular!"

	Looking east, Gordon shook his head as he scanned the sights and whispered to Art, "My God!  Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than that?"

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	The luxury suite in Caesar's Palace put their beautiful room to shame.  The six men sat around the couches and beds taking in the spectacular view of the two wives who were spread out on them.  In her tiny bra and thong panties, exotic garter belt and hose, and her 5-inch stiletto heels, Tracy was spectacular.  Her bent-over posture with her ass high in the air had every man hard.  

	On the other side of the room, Paula sat beside a bed naked save for her red panties, dark, thigh-high stockings, and black, fuck-me heels.  She sat with her legs spread wide, the red panties just barely covering the wet slit of her sex.  Both 38DD tits on full display.  

	Every man in the room congratulated Haskell on the marvelous job he had done in obtaining the services of these two stunning women.  Nikolas shook his head as he scanned the sights and whispered to Lamar, "My God!  Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than that?"

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	Moving higher into the mountains, the group finally reached more level ground.  The height of the towering evergreens was awesome.  Seeming to rise into the air without limit, the limbs of the beautiful trees were spread and thrust high in their beauty.  

	"Damn, I wish we had something like this at home," Art commented as his hand slowly rubbed his eyes in amazement.

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	Moving onto the two beds, Tracy and Paula posed for the men on their backs with their stocking-clad legs straight up in the air.  The full, sensuous asses of the two women were beautifully displayed to the men, and, if that weren't enough to inspire awe, the wet slits of their cunts peeked from between the raised legs of both women. 

	"Damn, I wish we had something like this at home, Gene commented to Dereck as his hand slowly stroked his engorged and throbbing member.

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	"How much further to the lake?" one of the group asked Marcel.

	"It's not far now.  We could take a shortcut, but you really don't want to miss seeing 'Carson's Gorge".  It's an incredible sight... a deep, almost unending gorge nestled between two mountains, each awesomely beautiful.  As soon as we've cross over the next rise, it will be visible.  All of you want to have your cameras ready.  You don't want to go home without photographs of this fantastic gorge."

	Marcel was true to his word.  As soon as the group crossed over the rise, the gorgeous expanse of "Carson's Gorge" spread out before them.  Between the two steeply descending mountains lay a deep cut in the landscape creating a deep, dark gorge.  There was no possibility of seeing to its bottom... it was sunk far out of sight of the group.  It was both fearsome and beautiful at the same time.

	Ten cameras and video recorders worked continuously as all the men stared into the enticing and beautiful depths of the wondrous gorge.

	"Let's move on down the trail," Marcel advised.  "That will take us to the lake and on the way, we'll have a very different view of the gorge that's even more enticing and beautiful than this one."  The cameras stopped momentarily as the men moved to the next viewing position.

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	The men had each of the two wives on one of the large king-sized beds.  Each woman was on her knees, head resting on the bed, with her ass arched high in the air.  Both Tracy and Paula were reaching back opening themselves for the men's viewing pleasure.  Tracy was using one hand to spread her buttocks open and the other to hold the lips of her wet cunt wide apart.  

	Paula's cunt was already so wet and excited, it was gaping open of its own accord, almost as if it were begging the men to fill it.  She used one hand on her buttocks to spread her cheeks so that her asshole was as exposed as the depths of her vagina. 

	"Isn't that an incredible sight!" Haskell exclaimed.  "Just look at those deep, almost unending cunt holes nestled between those two gorgeous asses each awesomely beautiful."

	The eyes of all six men were locked onto the hot sex holes of the wives, trying to see as far in as possible.  But none succeeded as there was no possibility of seeing to the bottom of the two cunts... their bottoms were sunk far out of sight of the group.  Cameras and video recorders worked continuously as all six men stared into the enticing depths of their gaping holes.

	"Let's turn them over," Haskell advised.  "That will give us a very different view of their cunts and asses that may be even more enticing than this one."  The cameras stopped momentarily as Haskell ordered the women into the next viewing position. 

	Once on their backs with their legs gaping open, both Art's wife and Gordon's wife were fully exposed.  Their big tits thrust upward, nipples hard... engorged... pulsing.  Juices could be seen bubbling from the hot gorge between their thighs.

	Tracy was cupping both of her tits with her heels planted on the bed's surface allowing her to thrust her cunt high in the air.  Nikolas and Lamar aimed their video cameras right between the hot wife's gaping thighs at her open cunt hole as she rotated and pushed her cunt at the camera in a series of coital thrusts that had theirs cocks jerking with masculine desire for her wet fuck hole.  

	On the second bed, Paula had her legs wide open, her fingers stretching her labia open to expose the depths of her gorge to the prying eyes of the cameras that were all focused for extreme close-ups of her throbbing hole.  Her ass pumped in slow sensuous fuck motions to the clicking of the cameras and whirling of the camcorders.

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	In the Canadian wilderness, fifteen minutes later, the hiking group had arrived at the lake.  All ten men took out their rods and prepared them for use.

	In Caesar's Palace, fifteen minutes later, the six multi-millionaires had arrived at the point of their party.  All six men took out their rods and prepared them for use. 

	Gordon snapped his rod forward sending his line far out into the lake in search of what he had come to Canada to find.

	Haskell snapped his rod forward sending his shaft far into the throbbing heat of Tracy's cunt in search of what he had come to Vegas to find.  John, Lamar, and Dereck pressed their organs against Tracy's face and lips waiting their turn to explore deep inside the hot wife's throbbing sex gorge.  

	Art's line snapped taut under the force of the strike by the big northern pike.  His rod bent in a huge arc by the surge of the fish.  "Damn!  What a fighter this one is.  Fantastic!  It feels like it's gonna break my rod in half."

	Nikolas' cock throbbed as he gazed upon Paula's waiting cunt.  She was bent over in doggy position, her cunt arched high... ready... waiting.   He rammed his rod deep inside the pulsing hot hole.  Immediately, his cock jerked from the force of the woman's ass hammering back against him.  His rob bent in an arc by the surging force of Paula's cunt up and down his rod.

	"Damn!  What a cunt this one is!  Fantastic!  It feels like her cunt's gonna break my rod in half."

	Gene was stroking his 8-inch cock desperately searching for female hole in which to sink it.  "Turn her over, Nikolas.  So I can get into her hot ass."

	A moment later, Paula was top riding Nikolas' hard cock.  A moan escaped her lips when she felt Gene pressing his big cock head against her ass.  She did her best to relax her sphincter.  With his raging hard-on, that was all the assistance Gene needed.  The hot ass flesh parted allowing the big head to sink inside.  Once the head was safely socked into Paula's ass, it was a simple matter to drive the entire eight inches deep inside the howling blonde wife.

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	It was 2 AM.  The men on the hiking tour had retired to their tents for the night, but the men in the suite at Caesar's were still using all of Tracy's and Paula's holes.  It had become obvious to the women that every one of the men had taken and were continuing to take copious doses of viagra and cialis since no matter how many times they ejaculated into their holes, they would return for more pussy or ass within 30 minutes.  With six such men to satisfy, neither wife was getting any sleep.

	John now had Tracy's ass impaled on his sex spike.  "Fuck that hot ass on my big dick, Slut!  Make it shoot, Baby.  Make it shoot in you."  he commanded.  Tracy squeezed her ass more tightly around the man's shaft as she pumped her hips up and down over the throbbing rod.

	On the other bed, Lamar had Paula on her back holding her knees wide open as his rigid cock plowed in and out of her receptive vagina.  Dereck was using her mouth hole at the same time.  Her vagina emitted sensuous squishing sounds as Lamar's rod worked in and out of her cum-filled cunt.  These mixed with the wet sucking noises she was making around the big shaft pumping her mouth.  The cock was plunging all the way into her throat on every stroke.  Gordon's wife wondered how much semen was already pooled in her belly.  She knew another load would soon join the rest. 

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	At 10 AM the following morning, the men were finally exhausted.  In spite of the viagra and cialis, none could manage another erection.  Paula and Tracy were soaking in the whirlpool bath to ease the aching of their muscles and very sore vaginas and rectums.

	Haskell had ordered a huge breakfast... fruit, biscuits, eggs, bacon, ham, hash browns, pancakes, coffee, toast, and sweet rolls.  At 11 AM, both wives had dressed in attractive sweater/skirt ensembles and fixed their hair and make up before making an appearance in the dining room of the suite.  They both looked much better than any of the six men, all of whom were totally exhausted.

	"I hope you gentlemen had a good time last night and feel better than you look," Paula commented as she filled her plate.  Tracy was also starved as none of the men would allow them time to eat during the party.

	By noon, the men had showered, changed clothes, and had some breakfast.  They all now looked fit to travel.  Just before they left, Haskell placed two expensive, leather attaché cases on the table.

	"Paula, Tracy, each case contains $30,000 in U.S. currency in $100 bills.  There is also a couple of smaller gifts as an indicator of our appreciation.  I speak for all of us when I say that the two of you provided the most enjoyable party we have ever had, and we've made a yearly event of this for 10 years now.  Not only were the two of you drop-dead gorgeous, but you also clearly enjoyed the party as much or more than we did.  Your husbands are very, very lucky men."

	At this point, Lamar spoke up.  "Needless to say, Ladies, we shall never speak of our meeting to a sole.  We hope you will extend the same discretion to us.  Finally, we are all agreed that we would love to have the pleasure of your company at our party next year here in Vegas.  We will be in contact to see if you and your husbands are interested.  There would, of course, be an additional financial increment since everyone expects ... how shall I put it... cost of living increases."

	That brought laughter and a short time later, Tracy and Paula left.  Once the girls were back in their hotel room, they opened the cases and found three-hundred $100 bills in each.  In addition, each case contained a $3,000 gift certificate good at any Victoria's Secret store, and an engraved card with a phone number on it.  The note attached to the card said, "If you're ever interested in an engagement similar to one you had last night when your husbands are out of town or whatever, call this number."  The card was signed, "Haskell".

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Homecoming:

	The drive home went quickly as Tracy and I enjoyed talking about and reliving all the exciting events of the past 8 days.

	"How much are we going to tell Art and Gordon?"  Tracy asked at one point during the drive.

	"I suggest that we tell them we enjoyed ourselves and had sex with several men, but we're not going to tell them any details for awhile.  That will keep them hot and hard."

	"What about my plan?"

	"Absolutely!  Can't wait to start.  We'll get the safety deposit boxes the first day after we're home.  But remember, for the first week our husbands are back, we fuck them continuously... give them the hottest, wildest sex they've ever dreamed about.  Right?"

	Tracy nodded with a gleam in her eye.  

	Later, she asked, "Paula, do you think this trip has changed me very much?"

	After I managed to stop laughing, I said, "Not much.  Not by more than ... maybe... a 1,000%.  Before, you were on the conservative side... now, you're a bona fide 'hot wife'."

	"Paula, Did you keep track of the men we fucked and how many times they did us?"

	"Pretty much.  Let's count!"  We both giggled like young girls.

	"Ok.  We both had Marty and Jim, twice each, on the trip to Vegas.  Right?"  

	I nodded, and Tracy thought a bit.  "We had the two bellhops when we arrived.  They each screwed both of us.  Then, I think we did four other bellhops during the next 7 days and the first two did us again.  Is that right?"

	"That's what I remember.  We each got laid twice by the first two guys, and once each from the other four.  So, we got laid 8 times by six different bellhops.  That brings the total to 8 men laying us 12 times."

	"Wow!  You know that's more men than I'd had before I married Art."

	"Any since you got married... I mean before this trip to Vegas?"

	Tracy hesitated. "Well, a couple of years ago, Art and I had a huge fight over some furniture I had bought for the house.  That was just before he had to leave for five days on a business trip.  I was so damn mad, I went out to a club each of the first three nights he was gone.  Each time, I let a guy pick me and spend the night fucking me.  I've never told him."

	"That's not what you told me before this vacation.  You said you had never had a man other than Art since you've been married."

	"I know.  I lied.  I was just too embarrassed to tell you that I had let three total strangers fuck me four or fives times each during the night I spent with them.  I'm sorry about lying to you."

	"Don't worry, Honey.  My lips are sealed, but I do need to revise my previous estimate."

	"What estimate?"

	"The one about your having changed 1000% on this trip.  I think maybe 200% is a better estimate."

	"Ok.  That's fair.  Who else?  We got it four times from each of those three college guys who spent the night with us.  They were still with us when Gordon called me, remember?"

	"Oh yes!  I remember them better than you do.  It was five time each, Honey.  They were insatiable.  We were their first married pussies.  So, that's 11 men total and 27 delicious fuckings."

	"Gawd... when you put it like that, we sound like total sluts, Paula."

	"We were, Honey... we are.  Go on.  Keep counting."

	"Ok.  At the Black Stallion, you told me that you got laid once by their black manager, Brian.. something."

	"Brian Malone.  He screwed me once.  So 12 men and 28 screwings for me.  You, on the other hand, you dirty slut, let Mark and three other men fuck you while you gave them lap dances.  Once each?  Right?"

	"No.  Mark screwed me twice.  So, I'm ahead of you, 15 men fucking me 32 times.  We both got it from Ralph and Karl.  How many times did they fuck us?"

	"Once each during the night and once the next morning.  So, I'm up to 14 men laying me 31 times, and you are at 17 men laying you 35 times."

	"Then, comes our night of whoring.  There's no way I'm going to be able to count up the number of times those men fucked us.  They never stopped all night and the next morning.  All I know for certain is that we both had 6 more men in us."

	"That's the right number of men, but like you, I can't count how many times they pumped cum into our holes.  Let's make a guess.  With all that viagra and cialis, each of the men probably shot off 7 times during the night and the next day.  There were 6 of them so that makes 42 loads of cum they pumped into us.  So let's say, 21 loads for you... 21 for me."

	"So, the grand total is," Tracy announced with some fanfare, "20 men screwed you 52 times since we left home, and 23 men fucked me 56 times!  Paula... there's no way... no way in hell... we can ever tell our husband's this.  Do you agree?"

	"Yeah... at least for now.  Maybe later, but not right now."

	"Do you think our husbands got any pussy on their trip?"

	"I'm certain they did, but nothing like we got.  It's harder for men up in a hunting lodge.  But take my advice, don't even think about giving them a hard time over that."

	"I won't.  You can be sure of that."

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	Four days after Tracy and Paula had gotten home, Art and Gordon returned.  On the morning of their departure, Paula had called and told them to take a cab home from the airport as both she and Tracy would be busy getting things in order for their return. 

	When Art entered his house, he was very worried about what was about to happen.  What if Tracy had found another man she liked much better?  That was just too awful to think about.  Of if not that, what if she had she had just been teasing about having sex with a man or two, and was furious with him for having fucked four different women several times each while they had been in Canada?
Frankly, he couldn't imagine any outcome of the upcoming meeting that would be good.

	"Honey, I'm home!" Art called after he had closed the front door behind him.  No answer.  "Oh god!  She's found out about the women and left me," he thought to himself.

	He searched the kitchen, the back yard, the den, the living room, the study... no sight of Tracy.  Finally, in despair, he carried his bags into the master bedroom to unpack.  Tracy was on the bed, naked except for her heels.  She was on her knees, bent over at the head of the bed, her hand on her ass holding herself open.  She turned her head and looked back at him.  "Hi, Stud!  I hope you're not all worn out from the trip because I need a big, hard cock up my cunt or my ass right now.  Pick either hole, Baby.  Just mount me... get on me... get in me... fuck me!  PLEASE!"

	Five minutes later, Art was fucking his wife like a wild stallion, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs for him to screw her harder... to use every one of her hot holes."

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	Things were a little different at the Baxter household when Gordon entered.  He didn't have to search for his wife.  A large sign rested on a chair right in the entryway to their home.  It said, 

"LEAVE YOUR BAGS HERE... COME TO THE BEDROOM, NOW!  I NEED TO BE FUCKED HARD LIKE A HOT SLUT!  IF ART IS WITH YOU, BRING HIM TOO!HURRY!--- PAULA.

	Rushing to the bedroom, Gordon found his wife sitting on the bed wearing nothing but fuck-me heels.  "Hi, Honey.  Want to fuck a hot slut?"

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	The next Monday at work, the two husbands compared notes.  

	"I can't believe it, Gordon.   Tracy was just insatiable.  I fucked her six times the night we got home.  After the sixth time, I just collapsed.  

	"She let me sleep until morning when I woke up with her sucking on my cock.  She never, ever has done that before.  It was incredible!  When I was hard as stone, she pulled my dick out of her mouth, got on her hands and knees, and told me that last night was for cunt fucking... today, it's ass fucking time.  She had never let me inside her ass before, but yesterday, I ass fucked her four times."

	"When I left for work this morning, she was naked and lying on the couch finger fucking her cunt.  She leered at me and told me to hurry home as soon as possible because her fingers won't satisfy her for long.  Before we went to the Lodge, she had absolutely refused to masturbate for me."

	"Pretty much the same story for me," Gordon said.  "Paula was waiting for me on the bed naked.  She had put a big sign in the entryway telling me to hurry to the bedroom to fuck her.  The sign even said that if you were with me, to bring you along too."

	"I didn't count, but we fucked all night long and most of yesterday.  I had my cock in everyone of Paula's holes."

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	Everyday for the next week, the story was the same at both the Bronner and Baxter households.  The wives were wild, insatiable, nymphomaniacs who couldn't get enough.  Tracy had Art take her dancing one evening.  Halfway through the evening, she had demanded he take her out to the parking lot and fuck her while she was bent over the hood of their car.  Paula wanted the shades wide open while she was being screwed.

	On Wednesday afternoon, both husbands received calls from their wives on their cells phones.  As they tried to work, Paula and Tracy described in intimate detail how they were fucking their cunts and assholes with two large dildoes.  Both men had had to struggle to keep from cumming in their pants it was so hot.  

	On Thursday, things changed.  Both Tracy and Paula told their husbands that were worn out and had to rest.  There was no sex on Thursday night.  The same thing was true on Friday night.  The men were wild to get into their hot wives, but their answer was an unequivocal "NO!"

	Saturday morning, it was the same story.  No sex.  Too tired.  I have a headache.  Why are you always after me for sex?  If you can't control yourself any better than that, go to the bathroom and jack off.

	On the golf course Saturday afternoon, the men again compared notes.  This time they found that the wild sex of the first part of the week had ended and neither man had been inside his wife for almost three days.  "I don't know what I did wrong," Art moaned.  "I think Tracy must have found out that we fucked four women in Canada and she's mad as hell."

	"No.  That can't be the reason," Gordon said.  "First, there's no way she could have found out.  I haven't told anyone and neither have you.  Second, Paula would have said something and she hasn't said word one to me except when she's telling me how tired she is and how bad her headache is.  Third, both of our wives are doing this at the same time.  It has to be some thing they have talked about and planned.  I just don't know what it is though."

	When the men returned from their golf game at 6 PM, neither man found a sign of his wife.  Both assumed that their wife was out shopping.  But by the time they had showered and changed clothes, it was nearly 7 PM, and there was still no sign of either Tracy or Paula.  Art had begun to fret and worry again when the doorbell rang.  It was a delivery boy from a messenger service.  He gave Art a letter and collected a tip.

	Opening the letter, Art found a short and terse letter from Tracy.  "Go over to Gordon's house as soon as you read this.  Give him the enclosed sealed letter.  Tell him to open it and read it aloud.  The explanation you seek is there.  Tracy"

	Fifteen minutes later, Art rang Gordon's doorbell.  Gordon answered immediately.

	"Hi, Art.  I just found a note attached to our fridge from Paula.  It said you'd be over with a letter for me."

	"Yeah, I got a similar note but by messenger.  He gave me this letter.  There's a sealed envelop inside that I was instructed to give you for you to read aloud."

	Gordon ripped open the envelop and extracted a single sheet on which there was a handwritten note.

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	Gordon, Art,

	There's a freshly baked lasagna in the fridge for the two of you to warm up for your dinner.  There's also beer in the fridge and a cake Tracy baked this afternoon for your dessert.  We're sorry that we can't have dinner with you tonight, but the truth is that we have some urgent matters that we have to handle.  I would imagine that we will be very late getting home this evening, certainly not before 2 AM, so don't wait up for us.  I'm sure the two of you will find some thing interesting to do or talk about.  Maybe you can rehash all the good times you had in Canada without us for two weeks.

	Paula and Tracy

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	"Oh fuck!  They know!  I know that they know and they're going to leave us.  Oh shit!" Art moaned, wringing his hands.

	"Would you please stop being so melodramatic.  Tracy and Paula are not going to leave us. Period!"

	"Then where are they?  What are they going to be doing until 2 AM?"

	Gordon just shrugged and took the lasagna out of the fridge.  Turning on the microwave, he put the dish inside and starting the warming process.  While Art moaned, he got some beer and set the table.  When he put the cake on the table and started some coffee to go with dessert, Art was still muttering and lamenting the situation.

	"Would you stop with the dinner routine," he cried.  "Where do you think our wives are if they're not going to leave us?"

	Gordon walked back to the microwave to check the progress of warming up the lasagna.  As he went, he said over his shoulder, "I would imagine, judging from the tone of the letter, that our hot wives are going out tonight to get their pussies fucked.  By 2 AM, they figure that the men will be exhausted, and it will be time to return to us.  How do you like your coffee?  Black?  sugar?  cream?"

	"Oh fuck...shit!" Art continued to moan.

	Dinner was over and the men were having a brandy around 8:30 PM.  Gordon was pleased, both with the excellent brandy and by the fact that Art had finally stopped moaning and worrying that Tracy was going to leave him.  He still thought she would, but he had, at least, stopped crying and moaning about it.  The doorbell rang.

	Looking at his watch and seeing the early hour, Gordon knew that it wasn't Paula or Tracy.  "Wonder who it could be?" he thought as he rose to answer the door.

	Sheer shock washed over both men when Gordon opened the door.  Two strange, dark-haired, whorish-looking women stood at the threshold.  One woman wore nothing but 5-inch heels and a skirt that didn't cover half her ass nor her cunt.  The other whore wore slightly more, 5-inch heels, a garter belt, black thong, and stockings that left her ass and most of her cunt exposed.  Both women's large, naked tits bounced as they brazenly walked into the house.  Once inside in the light, the men saw how much make up the two trollops wore.  Each woman's cunt was shaved bare.  The one without panties had her slit on display.

	"Hi Gordon, Art.  Your wives thought you might be lonely tonight so they sent us over here to keep you guys company.  You guys like our kind of company?"

	"Sure," Art stammered, "but... but our wives may be ..."

	"Forget your wives, sweetie.  They're both out getting their hot cunts fucked tonight, or didn't you know that?  Whoops.  Guess you didn't.  Sorry about that.  But you may as well know.  I would say by this time, their cunts should both be stuffed full of big, hard cock.  We know the guys they're meeting... and you better believe that they're big, hard, and horny!"

	The taller, woman wearing nothing but the uselessly short skirt mounted the bar and opened her legs wide to completely expose her shaved cunt and wet slit.  She looked at Art and said, "Your wife gave me explicit instructions, Honey.  This pussy is yours exclusively tonight... if you want it.  Do you?  Want to sink that big cock in here?"  She pointed to her pussy and spread it wide open with her fingers.  "It's really tight and hot.  You won't believe the number of times it can suck the cum out of your balls, Lover.  Mmmmmmm... Looks like you've got a big, hard problem, Art.  Your wife said you have a 7-inch cock that gets hard as stone... love hard ones... show it to me, Stud."

	Art wasn't the only man with a hard-on.  Gordon's rod had risen to its full 8-inches of thick man meat.  The woman wearing stockings, garter belt, thong, and hose was now sitting on one of the bar stools, her legs spread wide, her hand pulling her thong to one side to expose her wet fuck hole for the men.

	"How about you, Gordon?  Your wife said this hot pussy was yours exclusively tonight.  What to sink a shaft in here, Honey.  See if maybe you can bottom out.  She said you have a big one.  Love big ones.  Want to put it in me?"

	"Well, I don't hear either of you boys objecting, so I assume that means you intend to fuck all of our hot sexy holes tonight while your wives are out playing.  Before we start though, we need to settle the financial arrangements.  It's $500 each for the night.  Payment in advance.  Normally, we only take cash, but in this case, since you didn't know in advance and probably don't have that much cash in your pockets, we'll take your checks."

	Art was eager; Gordon hesitant.  It just didn't make any sense.  But the women knew their names and obviously knew Paula and Tracy... still... weird was the only word for it.  Nevertheless, Gordon began to make out his check as Art handed his over to the slut sitting on the bar.

	"What are you names... at least what do we call you?" Gordon asked as he walked toward the whore sitting on the bar stool. "I'm Tricia... that's Pauline."  

	Art was already running his hands all over Pauline's body as she kept her legs wide open for him while sitting on the bar.  When his fingers slipped into her hot, wet pussy, she moaned softly, her hips arching off the bar's surface.

	The names... the weird situation... the soft moan... the way Pauline arched her ass upward... every thing.. fell into place for Gordon.  He had to sit down to keep from falling down from sheer shock.  Tricia smiled at him.

	After a moment, he grinned at Tricia.  "So you're mine tonight, right.  Art isn't allowed to touch your hot eager cunt.  Is that the deal?"

	"That's the deal, Honey.  If you don't like it, take it up with your wives.  They made the rules, not us.  Course, you'll have to wait to until they come home to discuss it with them... and my guess is that they're going to be too tired to discuss much of anything."

	"No.  I understand.  Just making sure I have the rules right.  And I'm not allowed to sample Pauline's hot pussy, right?"

	"That's the deal, Gordon.  Works both ways.  Art can't touch me.  You can't have Pauline.  But don't worry, Honey.  I'm going to take good care you.  Take my word for it."

	"Oh I do.  Absolutely!  Shall we head to the bedroom so you can start showing me how you're going to take care of me tonight, Tricia?"

	"I can't wait," she moaned.  "Please, take me there and fuck the shit out of me!"

	In her excitement, Tricia had failed to disguise her voice. Art's head jerked up out of Pauline's sex saddle where he had been busy eating the hot whore to an intense climax.  She begged him not to stop as her hips thrust wildly upward.

	"What the hell!" Art yelled.

	"Calm down, Art," Gordon grinned.  "It was brilliantly done!  Absolutely fantastic!  The make up, the dyed hair, the tinted contact lens, the disguised voices, the build up with the letters... the lasagna... the cake... the money.  God!  I'm so hard and hot, I've just got to fuck this hot, delicious whore right now!"

	"But she's not a whore!"  Art screamed.  "That's my wife!"

	"No.  Not tonight, Art.  She's a hot, wet fuck whore whose cunt and ass belong to me.  And I'm going to spend the night fucking every one of those luscious holes.  And that slut whose cunt you're sucking, who's begging you to finish her, is not my wife.  She's an expensive, $500-a-night whore whom you're going to screw.  Be certain to try her ass.  It's fantastic."

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	Gordon had gotten Tricia (a.k.a. Tracy) in the middle of the bed, he had her legs up and spread and was rubbing his cock up and down her wet, throbbing sex trench when Pauline (a.k.a. Paula) entered with Art right behind her, his hand between her thighs, his fingers inside her cunt.  Everyone was naked.  Pauline straddled Tricia's face and pressed her cunt to the other whore's lips.  Her tongue immediately came out began to lick the juicy slit.  Pauline moaned and frigged Tricia's clit as Gordon's 8-inch rod sank deeper and deeper into her hot cunt hole.

	"OOohhhhhhhhh... GAWD!  You're fucking meeeeeeeeeeee, Gordon!  You're finally fucking meeeeeeeeeee!  I've wanted this for so damn long.  GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Tricia wailed, her cunt already exploding in her first orgasm

	From that point onward, for the next three hours, Art and Gordon fucked the two wildly hot whores.  As Art bent Pauline over on the couch and drilled his cock into her cunt from behind, both of them were watching Gordon's big prick thrusting in and out of Tricia's hole as she rode him, hammering her ass up and down on the big sex spike... wailing and screaming every time his cock hit bottom.

	Both whores (a.k.a. wives) had already had several orgasms, and amazingly, the men had unloaded inside their throbbing cunts twice but were still hard.

	"Can't believe this... just can't believe this," Art moaned as he felt Pauline's delicious, hot pussy sliding up and down the length of his cock.  "What a hot fuck you are, Pauline... unbelievable!  Already shot off twice, and I'm still rock hard!"

	The two whores laughed.  "How about you Gordon?  Still hard inside Tricia's hot pussy?"

	"Ohhhh hell, yes.  Like steel.  Amazing!"

	Thirty minutes later, Art and Gordon had pumped another load into the two whores and both of the women had had several more orgasms.  They were now both riding the men reverse cowgirl style.  Each man watched his friend's cock sinking deep inside the cunt of his personal whore for the night.  The asses of both whores hammered up and down relentlessly on the cocks, each screaming as she came yet again.

	It was almost 2 AM.  Art now had his whore in missionary position slamming his rod deep inside her erupting vagina.  "AAAHHHh fuckkkk... I'm going to cum in you again... Take it, Paula... Pauline...  take my big load!"

	"Ooohhhh yeah! Baby.  Pump me full... Breed me, Stud.  Shoot it innnnnnnnnnn!"

	Five feet away, Gordon had Tricia in a near upside down position, her head lying on a pillow on the floor, her ass high, her legs gaping wide and lolling backward.  Gordon’s 8-inch sex spike was nailing straight down into her ass and then back up.  She wailed in helpless passion... her asshole erupting around the male shaft skewering her.  Moments later, Gordon's whore had another load of cum deep inside her ass.

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	After that fucking, the two whores quickly got up, slipped a raincoat over their nakedness, kissed their lovers, and said, "Time's up, Guys.  We have to go before your slutty wives come home with their cum-filled cunts.  They said we could do this every two weeks if you guys have the cash.  See ya!"  A minute later, they were out the door and gone.

	Art was bewildered.  Gordon couldn't stop laughing.

	At 2:30 AM, Paula and Tracy walked in the front door.  Both were disheveled, hair messed up, make up smeared.  Both smelled of sex.  Both had been thoroughly fucked... many, many times.

	"I guess you guys know that we've been very naughty tonight.  Two studs fucked us more times than we can count.  Our cunts and asses are so full of cum, we can't get it all out.  It just keeps running down our thighs.  Are you two going to divorce your whorish wives?"

	Gordon took Paula into his arms.  "Hi, Beautiful.  We loved it.  Absolutely loved it!  Thank you!!  You two are the most exotic, erotic, and sensuous wives on the planet.  Pauline said we could do this every two weeks?  Is that right?  You ok with that?"

	"Sure, but keep in mind that if you guys are going to fuck those two worthless whores, then Tracy and I are going to go out for cock also.  You Ok with that, Gentlemen?"

	"Absolutely!  But I do have two questions."

	"What?" asked Tracy as she slowly stroked her husband's cock that was already hard again.

	"I'll ask one to each of you.  Paula, what are you two going to do with the money... twice a month, $500 from each of us each time, $2,000 a month.  What?"

	"That's to be a huge surprise for our husbands on our next holiday that we will take together this time.  You'll just have to wait.  But I can tell you that the two of you are going to love what we have planned."

	"Fair enough.  I truthfully can't think of a better way to spend $1,000 a month.  Now second question, for you Tracy.  I don't know how many times Art shot off tonight, but I've already had five orgasms, and I'm hard again, and so is Art.  I feel like I can fuck both of you again tonight...I'm sure Art wants back into Paula too as well as inside your luscious pussy.  What did you do?"

	Both women laughed until tears were rolling down their faces.  Finally, Tracy managed to get herself sufficiently under control to answer.  "Two things.  First, we didn't give either of you any sex for three days.  That set the stage."

	"And the second thing?" I asked.

	"Did you enjoy the lasagna and the freshly baked cake tonight for dinner?"

	"Of course.  It was delicious.  What's that got to do with my question?"

	"Every thing, Darling.  Every thing!  Lasagna and chocolate cake have a lot of spices and strong flavors.  It's very, very hard to detect all the viagra and cialis with all those other spices and strong flavors present."

	With our chemically induced stiff erections jutting powerfully in front of us, Art and I dragged our hysterically laughing wives back into the bedroom where they quickly stopped laughing and began howling in repeated orgasms as two rigid, iron-hard cocks fucked their pussies to repeated orgasms.  

	That night, all four of us slept soundly in the same bed, all of us cuddled up together.

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