The Reluctant Husband by RLM
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Prologue:
Howard and Karla Burton have been married for seven years.
Married just out of college, they are both now 28 years old with
a modest, but adequate income that proved enough for the
essentials with some left over for entertainment and savings.
This was primarily because the Burtons both worked and had
decided to postpone starting a family until they were settled and
had more secure financial means.
Howard's job as a software programmer and hardware maintenance
specialist provided a good salary coupled with upward mobility.
While Karla's job as the executive secretary in a local law firm
was not as well-paid, it was still interesting work with good
benefits. The couple enjoyed a nice home in one of the newer and
more up-scale housing developments in the city that sported a
nice pool in the back and a two-car garage that housed two,
four-year-old Camrys.
When the Burtons were married, Howard was a trim, 5'11" weighing
170 lbs with a tight butt and smooth, well-toned muscles. As
such, he often attracted female attention. For her part, Karla
was a nice-looking brunette, 5'6", 130 lbs, with an attractive
34C-24-34 figure who attracted her fair share of male attention.
They had dated for six months prior to marriage, and from their
very first date, Howard had worked diligently to get between
Karla's legs.
For her part, Karla had loved all the attention Howard lavished
on her in his attempt to seduce her into bed. She played the
dating game with consummate skill continuously teasing Howard by
allowing him small successes that very slowly increased with each
date, but always stopping short of his ultimate objective.
After two months, Howard had finally gotten Karla out of her
blouse and bra and was being allowed some hand and finger play
between her thighs. A month later, their dates were concluding
with passionate kisses and a hand job for Howard, which always
resulted in him having to send his pants to the cleaners. It
took Howard another month with several dates a week to get Karla
out of her panties and his tongue on her clit. Now, their dates
were concluding with Karla enjoying multiple climaxes on Howard's
very talented tongue, and to Howard's relief, no more cleaning
bills since his loads were now going down Karla's throat.
During the fifth month, the couple was enjoying dinner at one of
the better Mexican restaurants in the city when Howard had asked
Karla if she would like to see a movie after dinner. Karla's
reply had been, "To hell with the movie, Honey. I would much
rather go to a motel where you can fuck me. I think it's time
for us to find out if we click in bed together." Her reply had
had two major effects on Howard: First, he had lost interest in
eating his dinner and second, his cock had shot to full erection.
The couple stopped at the first budget motel they could find,
and as Howard was getting out of the car to get a room, he said,
"I'm so excited, I can hardly think. I can't wait to make love
to you."
In response, Karla had replied, "You can make love to me later,
Honey, after you fuck me several times. Now stop talking and get
us a room. My cunt's on fire." They never did get around to
making love that night. The entire time was spent with Howard
giving it to Karla in different positions like a wild stallion.
Each time he would empty himself into her shuddering body, she
would pounce on him and suck his cock until he was hard. Then,
the fucking would begin anew. After five ejaculations, Karla
could not get him up again in spite of diligent efforts to do so.
The following morning, when Howard had awakened, he found his
penis rock hard and inside Karla's mouth. She squealed with
delight when she saw he was awake and immediately mounted his
cock. She rode him through several orgasms before he poured his
load into her pussy. Before they went to breakfast, Howard had
screwed her again. It was two dates later before the couple ever
got around to making love.
Those events had taken place seven years previously. Things had
now changed dramatically in the sex department for the Burtons.
For his part, Howard had maintained his weight and physical
condition reasonably well. He had added 8 to 10 pounds and now
usually tipped the scales somewhere between 178 and 180. His
sedentary job made it difficult to stay in shape, but his weekly
tennis and racquetball games helped a great deal.
The same couldn't be said for Karla. Like Howard, she had a
sedentary job, but she didn't participate in sports nor did she
ever go to the gym or to a spa to exercise. Like many women, she
ate too much for the amount of exercise she was doing. The
inevitable result was weight gain. The more weight she gained,
the more depressed she had become and the more she ate until now,
at age 28, Karla's weight of 170 lbs almost matched Howard's. It
had been three years since she was able to buy clothes at a
ladies boutique. Her shopping now had to be done at
establishments catering to larger women.
During the first year of their marriage, if Howard wasn't after
her everyday, she was after him. Except for her periods, they
had sex once or twice a day, and even during her periods, she
gave Howard oral sex and occasionally, they had anal sex. During
the second year of marriage, this torrid pace slackened, as
expected, but they was still getting it on four or five times a
week. This continued through the third year, but then, Karla
began gaining weight.
The more weight Karla gained, the less enthusiastic Howard
became about taking her to bed. During the seventh year, they
were having sex less than once a week. What was even worse, when
they did go to bed, Howard was sometimes unable to perform, and
at other times, he would suddenly lose his erection right in the
middle of their coupling.
Things were not going well in the Burton household.
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An Evening with Ann:
As usual, I had gotten home from work at 4:45 PM. Howard
usually didn't make it until around 5:30 and lately, he had been
staying at work even later. I was virtually certain this was to
avoid me as much as possible.
After his total fiasco in bed the previous evening, I wasn't
surprised that he was avoiding me as much as possible. It had to
be terribly embarrassing for any man to face his wife after such
a miserable performance.
Howard had surprised me by being unusually amorous after dinner
last night. He had actually played with my legs under the table
during dinner and stroked my ass while I did the dishes
afterwards. Later, he had stared at my legs while I read and he
watched a TV show in our den. More than once, I had noticed that
instead of watching his show, his eyes were locked on my legs. I
even teased him a little by letting my dress ride higher and was
delighted when he stared even harder.
A little after 9:00 PM, he had stood up, taken my hand, and
said, "Let's go to bed and fuck. Interested?" Since we hadn't
had sex in almost two weeks, I was more than just interested. I
could hardly contain myself.
Once in the bedroom, my husband did a masterful job stripping me
with erotic slowness building my excitement higher and higher.
As he did this, my hand was wrapped around his very nice 7-inch
thick cock, which had been absent from my pussy for far too long.
He was hard... really rock-hard.
As soon as Howard had gotten me naked and could see the sag of
my large tits, the roll of fat around my belly, my overly large
ass and thighs, and the cellulite in my buttocks and thighs, I
felt his erection beginning to lose some of its rigidity.
Quickly, I dropped to my knees and took his penis in my mouth.
It took a while, but I finally had him fully hard again. He
moved us to the bed where I lay down on my back and spread my
legs for him.
He had stared at my hairy pussy for a few moments trying to
decide whether to go down on me or not. Apparently, going down
on me lost out to fucking me because Howard mounted me and slowly
inserted his dick into my eager hole.
"OOohhhhh god... that feels so good, Darling. I love it. Fuck
me with that hard cock, Stud. Fuck me hard and make cum!"
My husband had given me what I wanted. His hard shaft rammed
into me like a pile driver building me higher and higher. But
when he looked down and saw my sagging tits flopping all over as
he pounded me, I felt his erection fading. He had closed his
eyes and managed to stay hard until he slipped his hand beneath
my ass to hold me in the best fucking position. With his fingers
now digging into the fat of my ass, his penis rapidly began to
wilt just moments before I reached an orgasm.
"NO! NO! DON'T STOP! I'M ABOUT TO CUM! DON'T STOP!"
It was no use. His penis became totally flaccid in just moments
and slipped out of my throbbing hole. "Oh god. Don't leave me.
FINISH ME, HOWARD. FINISH ME!" I had screamed. But it was
hopeless. My husband was so embarrassed by his failure, he
rolled off of me, mumbled something about being sorry, and left
me lying there. I was so close, I had to finish myself with my
fingers. My husband had stood helplessly in the doorway watching
me as I did his job for him.
The entire humiliating episode flashed through my mind again as
I stepped out of my shower and dried my body with one of the
large bath towels. When I sat down in front of my vanity and
began combing my hair, my attention was drawn to my nude body...
first to my large but now sagging breasts, and then lower down to
the roll of fat around my belly.
"God! I'm only 28," I thought, "how could I have ever let my
body get into such terrible shape?" Forgetting about my hair, I
stood up and adjusted the movable mirrors of my vanity so that I
could see my backside in the full length mirror on the wall
behind me. Again, I was appalled and disgusted. My ass bulged
out as did my large thighs. The cellulite that streaked through
my fat flesh made it even worse.
"Christ. No wonder my husband can't get hard at the prospect of
fucking me or if he does manage it, can't stay hard even when his
cock is inside my pussy," I said aloud this time.
I felt like running to my bedroom and crying, but I had to get
dinner started, and I had promised Ann that I would meet her
after dinner at the Marriott Inn Lounge for a drink and gossip.
We usually had an outing each week, and a few days previously, we
had scheduled it for tonight.
Howard was silent when he arrived, obviously still avoiding me.
When dinner was almost ready, I called out to him. "Honey,
dinner is nearly ready. Would you set the table for me?" With
no way to hide any longer, he began putting the dishes on the
table. Then, as I brought the food to the table, he opened a
bottle of wine for us.
We had been eating for perhaps ten minutes when my husband
finally spoke. There wasn't a single word mentioned about the
previous night's disaster. Instead, he filled the conversation
gap with information about his latest computer software projects,
a subject which did not particularly interest me, but at least,
it was better than silence.
When Howard finished telling me about his current projects, I
replied, "Sounds interesting, Honey. Tonight's my night to visit
with Ann. I'm running late, so can you clear the table? I'll do
up the dishes later tonight."
"No need. I'll take care of it. Have fun."
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I arrived at the Marriott before Ann so I already had us a table
when she entered the lounge. Except for the fact that Ann was
blonde with a fair complexion whereas my brunette skin tone was
darker, she looked very similar to me. About the same height
with big tits and at least 30 to 40 pounds overweight. On the
one hand, I was sad that my friend had the same weight and flab
problem as I did, but on the other hand, it was a lot more
pleasant to have a relaxing evening with someone who didn't make
me look so bad as would have been case if she were 35 pounds
lighter with firm tits and a tight ass. When Ann sat down
opposite me, her ass spread out on the seat and her boobs bulged
out of the top of her blouse.
"So what's with you, Girlfriend?" she asked as she took a seat.
"Same old... same old. So damn bored and depressed I can hardly
stand it."
"Really. What's happened now?"
"Howard and I were having sex last night, and for the first time
in a month, I was about to have an orgasm."
"That sounds good. So?"
"Before I could get off, Howard lost his erection. He was so
embarrassed, he wouldn't even let me try to get him hard again.
He just rolled off of me and left."
"Jesus! That's pathetic!"
"Yeah. I was so hot I had to finger my clit to get off. So
instead of being fucked to a hot orgasm, I had to masturbate...
Again."
"Well, at least you almost got there, Karla. Fred hasn't
screwed me for almost a month. He doesn't seem to have the
interest any longer."
"Same for Howard. Last night was the first time he had even
tried in weeks. But it's not really all their fault. We're both
so overweight and saggy, it's hard for a guy to interested enough
to get hard."
"Now that's nonsense, Karla. Just because we have a few extra
pounds shouldn't cause any problems. Dozens of guys would love
to bang either one of us. The problem is just our husbands are
either screwing some other pussies and are all used up by the
time they come home, or they're bored. Have to admit it is sort
of boring to screw the same cock for years and years... must be
the same for guys having to bang the same pussy."
"I don't think that's right, Ann. We come here a lot, and guys
don't hit on us."
"That's because we're both wearing wedding rings and this is an
up-scale hotel lounge. If we went to a sports bar or a night
club unescorted, lots of guys would hit on us."
"You really think so? I was taking a critical look at myself in
the mirror today, and I doubt that either of us would attract
much attention."
"Well, there's one way to find out. Are you game? I am if you
are."
"It's been so long since I've been fucked properly and hard, I'm
tempted to take you up on that, but when nothing happens, it
would be just too humiliating. Take me several months to get
over it."
"Take my word for it, Karla. If we go to a sports bar or night
spot unescorted and show some leg when we're sitting at the
table, guys are gonna try their luck. Unless you freeze them
out, you won't be going home unfucked this evening."
"I haven't cheated on Howard before," I whispered.
"Look at it this way, Karla. You wouldn't be taking away
anything from him that he wants. If he was banging you 5 times a
week, you would be. But how long did you say it has been since
he really fucked you properly?"
"About a month."
"Don't you think it's time to end that drought?"
"Have you cheated on Fred?"
"Oh hell yes. When Fred started this once every month or two
bullshit, I put up with it for a few months and then found
someone else to take care of my needs. It's easy for a woman to
find guys. Almost every guy enjoys screwing another man's wife.
So be sure to leave your wedding rings on, Karla. It really
turns the men on."
"I don't think I have the nerve to do it."
"Then you don't have to. Whenever you want to leave, just say
so, and we'll leave. But I think as soon as some guy starts
feeling you up on the dance floor and grinding his hard dick
against you, you'll forget all about wanting to leave. I'll
follow your lead. Deal?"
I nodded, we paid the bar tab, and left. When we reached our
car, Ann told me that if we were going out trolling for some sexy
men, we needed to prepare properly.
"How do we do that?"
"Very simple, Karla. Raise your skirt. Come on. It's so dark
nobody's going to notice."
I shrugged and pulled my dress up to mid-thigh. "Higher," Ann
ordered. I pulled it up until my panties were showing. Ann
moved closer, hooked her fingers in the waist of my panties and
pulled them down my legs. "Step out of them, Karla. Hurry up
before someone sees your sexy pussy." That thought had me
stepping out of my panties very quickly.
"Now, it's your turn to take off my panties."
"Why are we doing this?"
"If you want to catch fish, Karla, you've got to use the right
bait. Worms and crawdads work for fish. Pussy works a lot
better on men." She jerked her skirt up to her hips and waited.
I followed her lead and a moment later, we were in Ann's car
heading for a night club minus our panties.
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Since it was Thursday, "The Rendezvous" was crowded but not
packed as it usually was on the weekends. When we were waved in
immediately without paying a cover charge, I was surprised and
said so to Ann.
"Honey, there's never a cover charge for unescorted women. We
even get our first drink compliments of the house."
"Why?"
"Because the presence of unescorted women packs in the men who
are charged a hefty cover charge, and there are no free drinks
for them. Are you beginning to understand why getting male
attention is not going to be a problem for us? Now stop
worrying, turn your chair in the direction of the bar area, and
either open your legs or cross them with your ankle on your other
knee, Karla. Make sure to let your dress ride up your thighs and
leave it there."
"I don't know... I'm so nervous."
"Stop that silliness and open your legs. I know you know how to
tease men, Honey. So do. Just do what I'm doing. Let the guys
see the bait."
Glancing downward, I saw that Ann was sitting with her left
ankle resting on her right knee and her skirt almost to the tops
of her thighs. Anyone in front of her was getting a good view of
her naked pussy.
Taking a deep breath, I raised my left knee higher than my right
one and let my legs spread a little. Ann took one look and
whispered, "Wider, Karla. Don't make the men guess if you're
shaved or not." My face flushed red as I spread wider. I
wondered which of us was showing the most.
While I fully understood Ann's point about using the right bait,
it still seemed unlikely to me that very many men would want to
spend time with two women both of whom were 30 to 45 pounds
overweight. But this time, I remained silent and did not voice
my concerns. If it happened... then great. If it didn't, well,
that was what I expected when we were driving to The Rendezvous.
There was no live music, but a sound system kept up a
never-ending string of dance tunes for the customers. I was
surprised a second time when I realized that every song being
played was suited for slow, close dancing. Obviously, the place
wanted to encourage intimate, close-contact dancing. But then
that required a male partner, which neither Ann nor I had.
At that moment, the cocktail waitress arrived at our table. She
was a sexy-looking redhead with nice breasts and a full butt both
of which were partially revealed by her very brief uniform. The
top was off-the-shoulder and cut low enough to show her tits
almost to the nipples. The tight leotard she wore rode high on
her buttocks so that almost half of her ass was on display. She
wore no stockings... just a pair of platforms with 4-inch heels.
I could easily imagine the men hitting on her... but not on Ann
or me.
"And what will you ladies have this evening?" she asked with a
smile.
Ann ordered a Mai Tai and I asked for a screwdriver. As the
waitress wrote down our drink orders, I asked, "It's just the
first drink that free, isn't it?"
"Yeah," she responded. "The first drink is on the house for
unescorted ladies, but I don't think you'll have to worry about a
bar tab no matter how many drinks you order."
"Why is that?" I asked, again surprised.
"Honey. I just came from the bar area. There are already a
half dozen guys checking both of you out and flipping coins to
see who gets to hit on you first. Whoever the lucky guys are,
they'll pay for your drinks. Count on it."
"See," Ann said. "What did I tell you?"
"I'm not sure I believe it."
Turning her attention back to the waitress, Ann said in a
somewhat sarcastic tone, "She doesn't believe it... why don't
you explain it to my friend."
With a somewhat confused looked on her face, the waitress asked,
"What is it you don't believe, Honey?"
"That there are really a half dozen guys flipping coins to see
who gets to hit on us."
"Why don't you believe it. I have no reason to make up fairy
tales."
"I can see them hitting on you. You're gorgeous and sexy.
We're both 30 to 45 pounds overweight."
"Yeah...so what? Both of you still look pretty good. You're
young, full-bodied, and voluptuous, which a lot guys really like.
And you're both married, which all of them just fucking love.
Take my word for it, Honey. It won't be five minutes after I
leave before several guys are trying make time with you. I'll
get your drinks. Have fun, Ladies."
As soon as the waitress left, I leaned across the table and
whispered to Ann, "I guess you're right, and now that I see that,
I'm so nervous I'm shaking. I don't think I can do this. I
agreed to come because I didn't think any men would be
interested... but now that I see that they might be, I just can't
do it, Ann."
"Can't do what?"
"You know. Be with a man."
"Oh come on, Karla. You're 28 years old... you damn well know
how to fuck a man and enjoy it when he's giving it to you. And
you haven't had any for a month and aren't likely to get much
during the next month, if any. So relax and enjoy it. And look
over there! I guess those two guys won the coin flips. What do
you think? 22 or maybe 23? Hot, sexy, virile, and full of
testosterone? Turn you on, Karla?"
"One of them is black," I whispered.
"Oh yes. Yum-yum! Have you had black dick before?"
"No...no, I haven't."
"I think that gonna change tonight. What do you say we suggest
a foursome... you know... switch partners? What do you think?"
"I'm shaking so hard, I can't think."
"Shaking huh? Is your pussy throbbing? Wet?"
"Yes," I hissed under my breath. Then the men were at our
table.
"Hi. I'm Dan and this is my friend Tony. We couldn't help
noticing that you two lovely ladies seem to alone, and that's a
shame."
"It most certainly is," Ann agreed. "I'm Ann and this is
Karla."
"Would you two like to dance?" Dan asked.
I started to say no, but then I saw Dan's eyes drinking in my
tits and exposed pussy. The raw lust mirrored on his face had my
breasts heaving. When I saw his tongue unconsciously stroke his
lips, it made my clitoris throb. It had been almost two years
since I had seen my husband even close to as hot for me as Dan
was. Abruptly, my "no" changed to, "I love to dance. Which one
of us do you want?"
Upon hearing that question, both men quickly checked out our
exposed pussies again. Tony interrupted before Dan could reply.
"Both. Let's switch after a couple of songs. How about you and
I dancing the first couple of songs, Ann?" He extended a large
black hand, which Ann took immediately. A minute or so later, I
was out on the dance floor in Dan's arms.
As we moved slowly around the dance floor, Dan pulled me closer
to his body. I put up no resistance. Once he had my body
pressed tightly against his, his hands stroked up and down my
back until I was emitting soft moans. It had been years since my
husband had caressed and stroked me so aggressively. I moaned
even louder when I felt Dan's hand reaching down to cup my ass.
A moment later, his other hand moved downward to my buttocks.
When both hands began kneading and stroking me, I couldn't keep
from grinding my pussy against Dan's erection.
When the song ended, Dan didn't stop moving me around the floor
nor did his hands stop working on my ass. As soon as another
song began, one of his hands moved up my side until it came to
rest on the side of my breast. He began squeezing it... gently
at first, but when I didn't stop him, his hand became even more
insistent and his squeezing firmer and more intense. Before I
realized it, he had my nipple trapped between his thumb and
forefinger. He massaged it... pulled it... squeezed it. When I
gasped, he twisted my nipple bringing groans from my mouth.
During the third song, Dan captured both of my tits in his hands
and steadily worked on both nipples. By this time, I was
grinding against him... my lower body thrusting and humping on
his erection... essentially dry fucking him right there on the
dance floor. Suddenly, one of Dan's hands abandoned my tit and
moved to the back of my head where he used my hair to pull my
head back. I opened my mouth to protest but no sound emerged
when his mouth covered mine in an intense open-mouthed kiss. I
struggled very briefly and then returned his kiss with one of my
own shoving my tongue into his mouth in the process.
As soon as Dan's mouth moved away, his hands moved from my tits
down to my hips. Exerting pressure, he turned my body around so
that my back was now pressed against his chest, the bulge of his
cock thrusting into my ass crack. Once his bulge was firmly
seated between the cheeks of my ass, his hands returned to my
tits. He groped them... pulled my nipples and gradually lowered
the top of my dress. In moments, my dress was bunched around my
waist. As his cock ground hard into my ass, my bra straps were
lowered and then the bra joined my dress around my waist exposing
my tits to every man in the club.
"Oh god!" I moaned. "Please stop. I'm married. I can't do
this."
"I know you're married, Karla. That's what makes you so fucking
hot. And you not only can do this... you're doing it. Now shove
your dress down. Step out of it."
"I can't. I can't. Please. I'm not wearing any panties."
"I know you're not. Both of you were showing your cunts to
every guy in the place. Time to show it again. Shove your dress
down. Do it!"
It was almost as if I had no will of my own. It was like an
out-of-body experience in which I was watching myself pushing my
dress downward... over my hips... and then down my legs until it
was lying in a heap on the floor. Except for my heels, I was
naked. I saw men all around the club staring at my big tits and
hard nipples and then at my hairy pussy.
Dan fingers started to rub over and around my mound, at first
slowly and lightly and then with ever increasing pressure until I
was squirming and humping in his grasp. His fingers moved onto
my clit bringing hot moans from my lips.
My passion-fogged brain just barely heard Tony's voice. "Time
to switch," he said.
Looking up, I saw that the black stud had Ann as naked as I was.
The men switched, and a moment later, I heard Ann moan as Dan's
fingers stroked her clitoris, which I knew was as hard and as
erect as mine was. But Tony didn't give me any time to think
about Ann. His rock-hard shaft rammed into my ass crease as his
fingers entered my pussy.
I was helpless now. My body writhed and hunched against Tony's
as he increased the speed and pressure of his fingers inside my
pussy and on my tits. The men now had Ann and I facing each
other. We both humped and thrust against the fingers inside our
cunts. (I was shocked to realize I had thought of them as our
cunts, not our pussies.) I watched her mouth open in a silent
scream. She watched my eyes clench shut and stared at Tony's
hand as it stroked my convulsing clitoris.
As the song drew to its conclusion, the men worked our clits and
cunts faster and harder, their fingers sinking deep into our
holes and pumping us with short-stroked fucking motions. Our
breathing became heavy... fast... a delirious pant. I heard Ann
emit a long, low groan. She heard my high-pitched squeal. Our
bodies began to shiver and shake as waves of hot pleasure erupted
inside our convulsing clits.
Like gentlemen, the men helped us back into our clothes. They
had to. We were both too weak to do it without help. Once they
had us both dressed, we were led from the club out to their car.
Neither of us voiced a word of protest when Dan pulled into a
Motel 8 and Tony went inside to get us a room. We both knew that
the men were going to fuck us. Since it would be the first real
fucking I had had in almost a year or maybe more, I couldn't wait
for it to start.
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With me wearing only my dress and heels and Ann dressed in just
her skirt, blouse, and heels, it didn't take Dan and Tony much
time to get us both naked... except for our heels. I took one
bed and Ann the other. The men couldn't take their eyes off of
us as they removed their shoes and socks. When they stood up and
began pulling off their shirts, we both got off the bed and began
pulling down their pants and briefs.
When we pulled down their tight briefs, their cocks roared out
and stood almost straight up. Both of us emitted something
between a groan and a gasp as soon as saw their huge dicks.
"Oh gawd damn!" I gasped. "Look at this cock, Ann! Jesus!
He's at least an inch longer than my husband and so fucking
thick."
Oh god," I moaned again as I wrapped my hand around Dan's dick
and began stroking him. He pulled my head and down and pushed it
into my eager mouth.
"MMMPPPPPFFFFFF!"
"Suck you hot bitch," he ordered as he pushed my head even
further down his thick shaft.
"OOOMMPPPFFF... GGGHHAAAAA! OOOMMMPPPFFF!" I gagged when the
big head pushed against the opening to my throat. Desperately, I
tried to pull back but Dan held my head in place and pushed in
even more of his dick. I gurgled and grunted as it entered my
throat.
"You think that's big, Karla. Take a look at this monster!
Tony's even bigger than Dan. God! This thing's gonna tear us
apart," she gasped as she held the huge sex gun at its base and
stared wide-eyed.
"Don't worry, Ann. You're both gonna love our dicks. We're
gonna prong you both in places your hubbies have never been. Our
mission is to explore new cunts. To go deep... where no man has
gone before. Open your mouth hole, Ann. Big dick is going in!"
Ann and I sucked, gasping and gagging repeatedly. Saliva
dripped from our chins as the men plunged their cocks into our
throats making us gag but keeping them buried even as we did so.
Finally, they both managed to work an inch or two of dick down
our throats. Garbled grunts and unintelligible female squeals
filled the motel room. When Tony finally pulled his shaft from
Ann's mouth, it was covered with her saliva and his precum
forming thick strands from her lips and tongue.
"You gonna shoot a load down Ann's throat?" Dan asked Tony.
"No. Not my first load. That's going up her hot cunt hole.
You want my big black cock your white, married pussy, Ann?" She
nodded, but that wasn't enough for Tony. "Can't hear you, Girl.
Speak up. What'cha want? Huh?"
"Your big black cock... in me... in my cunt. Please. Fuck me
now," she moaned.
"How about you, Karla. I'm only 9 inches ... not as big as
Tony. You want this in your hot pussy?"
"Ohhhh yess... please. Don't make me wait any longer. I
haven't been fucked in over a month."
"Hubby not doing the job, huh?"
"No. He can't get it up. I don't turn him on. I'm too fat."
"Bull shit. Women look better with some meat on their bones.
You're a luscious woman. Can't wait to sink it into your hot
hole. How do you want it?"
"In me! I want it in me! Any position. Just stop talking and
put it in! Fuck me!"
A moment after I had pleaded with Dan to fuck me, Dan and I
heard Ann shrieking on the other bed. Tony was on her, his
hands under her ass holding in position for his impossibly thick
cock that was pistoning in and out of her cunt. Her legs were
around his waist, her ankles locked together behind his back.
Her pussy lips were stretched to the limit to accommodate his
thick shaft that was jack hammering hard thrusts into the bottom
of her pussy. Each time Tony filled her, his cock thudded into
her womb causing Ann to wail and scream.
"UNGGHH! OOHHHH GOD! AAAAHHHH! OOOHHHH FUCKKK! NEVER...
EVER... HAD A COCK LIKE THIS IN ME, LOVER.... AAAHHHH. FUCK
MEEEEEE.... I'M CUMMINGGG.... DON'T STOP... PLEASE... DON'T
STOP!"
"Jesus! I can't believe the size of that cock!" I gasped.
"Does it hurt, Ann?"
"OOooohhh... god... NO! IT'S FANTASTIC! I'm cumming... I'M
CUMMING AGAIN! AAAAHHH... UUNNGHH! OH! OH! OH! YES! YES!
LIKE THAT! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
"I want it like she's getting it, Dan. Please. Fuck me now!"
Without a word, Dan pushed me onto my back, hooked his arms
beneath my knees, and raised my legs until my heels were pointed
straight at the ceiling. The hot stud's huge cock was dripping
fluids when he moved between my raised legs and thumped my clit
hard with his rock-hard 9-inch cock.
"AAAHHHHH GOD YES!" I hissed hotly, my ass hunching upwards in
an effort to impale my hole on his dick. He whacked my clit
again bringing a scream of pleasure from my lips that sounded
like it had to be coming from my throbbing pussy. Then... he put
it in me.
"GGHHAAAA!! IT'S GOING INNNNNNNNNN! BIG COCK... OOOHHH
JESUS... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Both men were grunting as they drove their cocks deep into our
holes. Ann and I were both moaning and screaming, erupting in
one climax after another. We were so close together, I couldn't
tell which man was grunting. The only thing I knew for certain
was that I had never cum so many times, so quickly, and so hard
in my life. It seemed like I was exploding every time that big
cock slammed into me.
Ann began screaming even louder on the other bed when Tony began
pounding his cock into her like a pile driver. With her feet
jerking wildly in the air, her heels had gone flying. It looked
to me like she was having continuous orgasms on that huge dick.
"UNG! UNG! AAAHH GOD! FUCK IT... FUCK IT! FUCK IT!!
OOHHH... OOOHHH.. DON'T STOP... AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!!!"
I was also gasping as my vagina throbbed around Dan's plunging
shaft. "OOOouuuu... OOOohhhh... UNGGHH! OH Fuck! Pound that
big dick into meeeeeee."
"Cum, you hot Bitch. CUM ON MY DICK!" he growled in my ear
while his hips pumped between my raised thighs.
The sensuous, squishing sounds his big shaft made as it probed
my wet hole were making my clit throb.
"Oh baby... you're making me cum... you're making me cum....
again... aaaahhh... oohhhh soooo good. AH! AH! AH! AH!"
"Oh-huh! OH-HUH! UUNN-FUCK! UUNN-FUCK! DON'T STOP, DAN...
RAM MEEEEEEEEEE! AAAEEEEIIIEEEE.... I'M CUMMING!!"
Dan's cock was driving me out of my mind. Every time he moved,
it scraped sensuously over my clit and G-spot. Every time he
entered me, my body quivered in response. He could make me cum
anytime he wanted just by ramming it into me deep and hard.
Every time he did that, my legs shot straight out as my pussy
convulsed around his dick.
"Gonna shoot my load into your hot hole, Karla. Get ready."
"I'M READY! Fuck it! Cum in me! Shoot it innnnnnnnnnnnn!!"
"SHOOTING IT INNNNNNNNNNNN! TAKE IT SLUT!"
I not only took Dan's load, I had another orgasm when his dick
began shooting inside me. As his load filled me, I collapsed to
the bed, my legs falling out to the side. He continued to thrust
into me for almost a minute finishing his orgasm as his dick
jerked and throbbed again and again. With each spurt he shot
into my pussy, his thrusting slowed as did the intensity of his
ejaculations. Finally, he lay still between my thighs with his
gasps matching mine.
It had been an absolutely mind-blowing coupling. Not only did
Dan have the largest cock that I had ever had in my life, he knew
exactly how to use it. I had loved every second of it and was
sorry that it was over.
After a couple of minutes, I whispered to my lover, "That was
fantastic, Dan. I've never been fucked like that in my life, but
you need to get off of me, Honey, so I can get cleaned up and
dressed."
He lifted his powerful body on his arms and stared at me,
obviously confused. "Why do you want to get dressed if you liked
it so much, Karla?"
"Well, we're finished aren't we? I mean, you've put a huge load
into my pussy, and Tony has filled Ann pussy just as full.
Aren't we done?"
"Not unless you don't want to do it again. Don't you want to do
it again?"
Now I was confused. "Again? You mean right now?"
"Yeah. When else? Certainly I'd love to see you again, but why
wait that long before doing it again?"
"You mean both of you can get it up again after shooting off
huge loads?"
"You've been spending too much time with your husband, Karla.
Tony and I have just gotten started. Come on, Honey. Suck my
dick. It won't take more than a few minutes to get me hard
again, and then you can ride it. Do you like to ride big hard
dicks, Karla?"
"Oh god yes! It's been so long since I've gotten to do that.
My husband doesn't get hard enough to allow me to ride him. Roll
over onto your back, Stud, so I can suck you."
At first, I had no problems deep throating Dan's big cock since
he was only partially hard. But the longer I sucked him, the
bigger and harder he got until I was having trouble taking all of
his length. Several times I gagged. Looking up at Dan, I said,
"I'm sorry. You're just so much bigger than any other man I've
sucked. I'm having trouble taking all of it."
"You're doing great, Karla. In fact, better than most of the
girls and women who have sucked me. Just take your time and
gradually work it into your throat."
Once again, I bent over Dan's now rock-hard cock. Just before I
took him back into my mouth, I glanced over at the other bed
where Ann was sucking on Tony's even larger dick. She was taking
more of his cock that I had yet managed with Dan, but then I
realized she had been cheating on Fred for some time and had had
a lot of practice.
Dan's compliments relaxed me, and I quickly began to make real
progress. More and more of his cock was disappearing into my
mouth and throat each time my lips slid down his length. His hot
groans of pleasure told me that I was doing a great job of
sucking his big rod.
When his balls began to bang into my chin every time he thrust
his dick down my throat, he moaned with masculine pleasure.
"Oh fuck yes! Suck it, Karla. Suck it, you hot deep-throating
Slut!"
I was doing my best to suck the load out Dan's balls, but before
I could make him shoot off, he pulled his tool out of my mouth
and told me to mount and fuck myself on his cock.
"Oh god yes! Mount and fuck! Mount and fuck my cunt on your
big cock! You have no idea how much just saying that turns me
on." As I swung my leg over his thighs to mount his rigid sex
spike, I saw that Ann was already mounted on Tony's dick. Her
ass was facing me, and I just couldn't believe how much his cock
was stretching her pussy.
I mounted Dan's cock in reverse cowgirl position, and once I had
put him into my pussy, he pulled my hips downward at the same
time as he thrust upward driving all 9 inches into me on the
first thrust.
"UUUNNNGGGGG.... AAAHHHHHHHH... YESSSSSSSS! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"
I screamed as my ass began to pound up and down Dan's marvelous
cock. Now both Ann and I were screaming and wailing as the men
fucked us hard bringing us closer and closer to a climax.
Dan got me off three times and I know Tony had made Ann cum at
least that many before the two men told us they were going to
fill us full.
"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" I howled as I erupted in another
orgasm. Ann was babbling incoherently as Tony power fucked her
through another climax. Every time his monster dick entered, her
lips were stretched obscenely wide and forced into her hole.
When he withdrew, her vaginal lips clung to his shaft like glue.
They were pulled out along with his dick bringing wild howls of
ecstasy from the impaled woman.
Dan didn't give me any more time to watch. His dick was
entering my cunt, and now it was me howling with pleasure. As
the thick shaft stretched me open and disappeared inside my hole,
I groaned in hot pleasure. Dan's cock was so much larger than my
husband's, it was just sinful. And the way I was screaming as it
sank into me made it even more so.
The two men fucked us for almost 20 minutes, which was about 17
minutes more than my husband had managed in the last year. We
were both groaning in repeated orgasms when their loads filled
our pussies.
Dan came first, his load pouring into me in a series of hard,
thick spurts that quickly filled my hole and then squirted out of
my tightly plugged pussy to slide down over my ass and onto his
balls.
On the other bed, Ann was thrashing wildly... screaming...
ramming her pussy down on Tony's erupting tool. I could see his
buttocks contracting as he shot stream after stream of
sperm-filled semen into Ann. I hoped she had taken her birth
control pill that morning. If she had forgotten, there was no
way, she wasn't gonna get pregnant from the monster cum load Tony
was shooting into her. Slowly, the load worked its way out of
Ann's vagina coating her labia and his cock.
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This time, we all took a rest, and once again, I thought the
party was over, but Tony just grinned at me and said, "Hell no!
The party ain't over until Tony gets his big cock into your hot
cunt, Karla."
"You can get it up again?"
"No problem, Babe. Maybe two or three more times. All it needs
a good look at your hot pussy and some action from your mouth.
How about it, Honey. Wanna suck my big cock?"
"I'd love to, but first I have to call my husband. It's already
11 PM. He's going to be expecting me home."
"So? What are you gonna tell him, Karla?" Dan asked. "Gonna
tell him you'll be delayed until you can get another big cock up
your hot pussy?"
I laughed. "No. Don't think so. I'll just tell him that Ann
and I are having so much fun that it will be another couple of
hours before I get home. I'll tell him not to wait up. Now
listen, my husband may have some erection problems, but he's not
stupid. All of you have to be quiet and not say or do anything
that will give me away. Ok?"
"We won't rat you out, Honey. That would end the party and none
of us wants the party to be over. So call hubby and reassure
him. We promise to be quiet as church mice."
I placed the call to Howard and told him Ann and I were at the
Marriott Lounge gossiping, having drinks, and dancing some. "Is
it Ok with you, Honey, if I stay a little longer... maybe until 1
AM or so. We're having such a good time, and it's been awhile
since I've seen her."
"Sure. Go ahead and enjoy yourself, but behave."
"You know I will, Darling. What did you do tonight?" As Howard
began telling about his evening, what shows he had watched on TV
and all about some interesting stories he had read in the evening
newspaper, Tony came up behind me, cupped both of my naked tits,
and began kissing me on the neck... quietly but very firmly.
I was so shocked and surprised, I almost yelled at Tony to stop,
but at the last possible moment, I bit my lip and remained
silent. Howard continued telling about some funny jokes he had
heard on TV and was just starting to relate the details of some
inane bill Congress had just passed when Tony's hand moved
between my legs and began rubbing my pussy while his huge dick
was thrusting against my ass. I felt my clit beginning to throb
and had to struggle not to moan into the phone. Tony was keeping
his word about being quiet. It was me who was having trouble
doing so.
He wedged a knee between my thighs and began pushing them apart.
At first, I resisted, but Tony was far too powerful, and I was
far too hot to keep up my resistance. His dick was now fully
hard... 10 inches of thick, black man meat... and it was moving
between my thighs, over my pussy lips, and rubbing against my
clit.
"Am I boring you, Karla? You not saying anything," Howard asked
as one of Tony's arms circled my waist while his other hand
pushed my head downward forcing me to bend over at the waist.
"No.. no. I was just listening, Darling. Go on. Please.
Don't stop, Darling."
"I won't," Tony whispered in my ear. Hearing that made me
spread my feet further apart to give him access to my cunt. He
pushed his big dick against my opening and as wet as I was, he
had no difficulty sliding into my pussy.
"OOhhhhh!," I moaned and then quickly added, "that's amazing
that they can pass such laws."
"Yeah. It's enough to make anyone groan."
Tony was holding me around my waist with both hands as his cock
fucked me steadily with hard, deep thrusts. My entire body was
shaking every time his huge organ entered me. Not only was his
dick sending electric shocks through my clit and pussy, the
thought that I was talking to my husband over the phone while
Tony was fucking me was adding to my excitement. In no more than
a minute, my clit throbbed and contracted in a hard climax.
Howard began telling me about some things that had happened at
his office earlier that day while his wife continued to shudder
on a big black cock.
Howard continued to talk, and I continued to make appropriate
comments while I was surging toward a second orgasm. Tony laid
me down on the bed and rolled me over onto my back. When he got
on the bed, I spread my legs for him and steepled my knees to put
my cunt into the best position to take his cock.
"So what's happening at the lounge right now?" Howard asked.
"What are you doing? Having any fun?"
Tony moved closer and using his cock like club, began to whack
my clit. Each time he did it, my clit jerked and throbbed
forcing my ass up off the bed.
"Ann and I are sitting at our table, chatting. And ... well...
we're being sort of naughty. I hope you don't mind."
"What are doing. Tell me!" my husband pleaded, excitement
obvious in his voice.
"Promise you won't get mad and make me come home immediately?"
"Yes... yes. I promise. Tell me. Please."
At this point, Tony grinned and motioned with his hands for me
to pull my legs back so my pussy would be totally exposed.
Licking my lips, I pulled my knees back until they touched my
tits. I could feel my cum-filled vagina gaping open right in
front of Tony.
"Well... all right, Darling, but remember, you promised. There
are two businessmen sitting at the table across from us. They
been staring at our legs for the last half hour. My slutty
friend, Ann, has already suggested that we uncross our legs and
give them a better show."
"Are you going to do it?" Howard asked in an excited whisper. I
wondered if he was hard.
"I've been telling Ann 'no'. I don't think you'd want me to do
that."
"What harm would it do? So the guys see some leg and maybe if
they're lucky, your panties. Don't you want to tease them?"
Tony now mounted me and pushed his monster dick into my waiting
hole. He wasted no time. In a moment, he was fucking me with
hard, deep, steady strokes.
"Ooohhhhh god... OOOoohhh my god!" I moaned. Catching myself, I
quickly added, "That's such a hot thought. It would be so
exciting, but they would see more than just my legs, Honey. I
know you don't want me to do it."
Howard's voice broke when he asked, "What... what would... would
they see? What?"
"Earlier in the evening, I had had too much to drink. When I
went to the ladies room to relieve myself, there was a long line
and before it was my turn, I had peed my panties. They were
soaked, so I finished urinating, washed myself, and just threw
the soaked panties into the trash can. I don't have on any
panties. If I spread my legs like Ann wants us to do, they'll
see my pussy, Honey. ... My naked pussy. "AAAAhhhhhhh god...
ohh my god... isn't that a hot thought, Darling?"
"Yes! Yes! YES! Do you want to do it?"
"Yes."
"Then do it. Spread your legs for them!"
"Ann still has her panties on. I don't think that's fair, do
you?"
"No. It's not! Tell her you won't do it unless she goes to the
ladies room and takes off her panties."
As Tony's cock pounded into me, his balls now thumping against
my ass on each stroke, I wrapped my legs around his waist and
locked my ankles over his butt. "OOohhhh yesss.... that's so
hot. I just told her that she had to take off her panties.
Aaaahhhhh! This is making my pussy throb, Howard. Are you
hard?"
"Yes. It's the hardest I've been in months."
"We're going to do it now."
"Isn't Ann going to take off her panties in the ladies room?"
"She couldn't wait. She put her legs beneath the table and took
her panties off right here."
"Oh shit! That's so damn hot! Did the two men know what she
was doing?"
"Maybe. Don't know. But you have to decide now, Honey. Do we
open our legs and let those two men see everything? Yes or No?"
Tony was now fucking me harder... obviously intending to unload
inside me.
"Yes!"
"We're spreading our legs now, Darling. They're looking!
OOOohhhhh god... AAahhhhh fuck... uuummmmmmm... ooohhhhh god...
they're looking at my cunt... at Ann's cunt... I'm so hot. I
feel like I may cum.
"OOohh god, Howard. I'm cumming... I'm spreading wide. They
can see my cunt... UUNNgggghhhh! AAAAhhhhh fuck!"
"I'm jacking off thinking about what you're doing, Karla. I'm
gonna shoot off too. AAAhhhhhh shit... I'm cumming too.!"
"I gotta hang up, Honey. I'll see you around 1 AM."
"Why do you have to hang up?"
"Those two men are coming over. I'm sure they're going to ask
us to dance."
"Do you think they'll feel you up on the dance floor?"
"It's a public dance floor, Honey. I doubt it. I'll tell you
about it when I get home. Bye."
Tony fucked two more times that night. The second time, he had
me riding his huge cock. After he had emptied his balls, I
sucked his dick until he got hard. Then, he put me on my knees
and slammed his meat into me in doggy position. We both came
like that ten minutes later.
"Oh fuck that big dick into me, Tony. Give it to me... HARD...
AAAHHHHH.... OH MY GAWD! WHAT A COCK!"
After shooting his third load into me, Tony was finished. Not
surprising, since he had also emptied his balls inside Ann's
pussy and ass three times. Even at his young age, six times in
less than four hours was all that he, or just about any man,
could manage. Dan was also done. Even though Ann tried hard to
suck him hard again, five times was all he could manage. With
neither man able to muster another erection, we called it a
night.
Before leaving the motel, however, I took a shower and cleaned
my pussy using the shower nozzle. The pressure on my clit when I
did was intense and before I knew it, my hips were hunching in
hot fuck motions. Ann came in just as I was having an orgasm.
She began to laugh and couldn't stop. Finally, she gasped,
"Jesus! What an insatiable slut! Two hot, young studs fuck you
five or six times for hours and here you are getting yourself off
with the shower nozzle."
I was still flushing beet red with embarrassment as I tried to
explain. "I was just cleaning my pussy so Howard wouldn't know
what we've been doing. But that damn nozzle was so intense, I
started cumming."
"Right. You just accidentally masturbated your hot cunt. Come
on, Karla. Time to go."
----------------------------------------------------
It was 10 minutes past 1 AM when I drove my car into our garage.
It was late, but no later than I had suggested to Howard over
the phone. And he had given me permission to stay later.
Besides, at this hour, I knew my husband would be sound asleep.
I was more than shocked when I walked into our den and found
Howard not only awake but also naked, watching a pay-per-view
porn channel on TV, and jacking off while he watched.
When he looked up and saw me, I expected a reaction of acute
embarrassment. I was dead wrong again. He stroked his hard cock
even faster and said, "Thank god! You're home. I've been going
crazy trying to keep from shooting a monster cum load all over
our carpet waiting for you. Get your clothes off, Karla. I
can't wait to fuck you."
Even though I had already been screwed five times in the last
few hours, the sight of my husband's raging erection had my pussy
wet and my clit erect. Dan and Tony were just two hard cocks....
but this hard cock was attached to the man I loved. I
practically tore my dress in my hurry to get it off. While I was
unhooking my bra, Howard's eyes were drilling holes in my naked
pussy. My vagina contracted in response.
"Oh fuck. You're not wearing panties. Just a wet, naked cunt
under your dress!"
"I told you what happened to my panties, Darling."
"I know... I know. But those guys saw your hot, naked cunt.
And you spread your legs so they could see it... you did didn't
you?"
"Um-huh... I spread them wide, Honey. Really wide so they could
see everything... my hairy pussy... my slit... my fuck hole."
"AAahhhh god!" Howard's hand jacked his cock even harder.
"Don't cum on your hand, Honey. Take me bed and cum in your
wife's cunt."
"OOOHHH! Cum in your cunt hole! Not in your pussy... but in
your hot, wet cunt hole! OOohhh fuck yes!"
We practically ran to our bedroom. I got there first, threw
back the bed covers and spread out on my back with my knees
pulled back against my tits... just like I had been when Tony
fucked me while I talked to Howard on the phone. That was
awesomely hot... this was even hotter.
My husband stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the
bedroom. He couldn't tear his eyes away from my slutty posture
and my obscenely exposed cunt. "Oh my god! You so hot... so
wild. I've got to fuck you!"
"Why do you think I have my knees pulled back against my tits
with my pussy in fucking position, Lover? Get on me. Stick that
hard, luscious cock up my fuck hole. HURRY! I WANT IT IN ME!
NOW!"
As Howard moved between my raised legs on his knees, he groaned.
"Did those men dance with you and Ann?"
"Yes... for an hour."
"Oohh my god. And they knew your cunts were naked."
"Yessss... naked and wet."
"Aaaaahhhh!" Howard pressed his hips into my waiting sex saddle
and drove his raging hard-on into me.
"UUGGHHH! BANG MEEEEEEEEEEE!" I wailed as his dick sank into
my depths.
Again, my husband surprised me. I had expected him to ram into
me like a raging bull and shoot off within a minute. Neither of
those things happened. Instead, he rammed his dick into me hard
and deep. It thudded into the bottom of my pussy with masculine
authority bringing howls of delight from my lips. But then,
instead of jack hammering me, he slowly withdrew until only the
first two inches were inside me. Then, he rammed me again
driving my ass deep into the mattress and making my clitoris
erupt in repeated spasms.
"OOohhhh uuunnnnn... ggghhhaaa... ooohhhh fuckk... you're
making me cummmmmm, Darling. More... Baby... MORE!"
Between strokes, he asked, "Did those guys feel your ass?"
"AAhhhh... yes... you know they did.... they rubbed it and
squeezed it while we danced. UUNNGGHH... pump meeeeeeeee!"
Holding onto my ass, he jammed his dick all the way into me and
held it there ... grinding his pubic bone against my clit and
making me screech with hot passion.
"They feel your big tits?"
"OOohhhhh... fuck meeeeeeee!"
"Did they feel your tits... answer me, you delicious slut."
"Yes... yes... both tits... they felt them... squeezed my
nipples... made my ass hunch."
Howard's thrusts speeded up driving into me even harder. The
hot, erotic sounds of flesh smacking on flesh filled the bedroom.
"Did they finger fuck you?"
They kept trying... ram me harder, Howard. I'm about to cum.
Fuck that hard dick into your hot wife. Make the slut cum!"
My husband continued his steady stroking of my throbbing
pussy... keeping me on edge... so close... but not fucking me
hard enough to make me cum again. "Did they succeed or not?
Tell me!"
"Yessss... yessss... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"How many fingers?"
"AAAaahhhhh god... please... harder... I'm sooo close."
"How many?"
"Two... then three."
"Where?"
"On the dance floor... then at the table... while the other man
was doing it to Ann."
That was all it took. Howard screamed as his cock exploded in a
series of hard contractions that sent gush after gush of thick
semen firing into my hole. His ass was a blur of motion.
It took more than a minute before Howard had emptied his balls
into me. Even then, his cock stayed hard enough for him to
continue fucking me. I locked my legs around him and rammed my
pussy upward to take each of his strokes as deeply as possible.
"Did they fuck you?" he gasped. I felt his cock harden as he
asked the question.
"Oh gawd damn, your cock is still hard! I love it!"
"Did they fuck you?"
"No. They wanted to. They pleaded with us to go up to their
hotel room with them, but we told them we were married and
couldn't do that." Almost instantly, I felt Howard's cock losing
a little of its rigidity, but even so, he remained hard enough to
screw me.
"Would you have wanted them to fuck me? To put their big cocks
into my cunt and fuck me?" Howard's dick again surged to full
erection.
"No... no, of course not," he answered, but his cock was saying
something else. "Did you just leave them hard and unsatisfied?"
"I knew we should, but that seemed so bitchy... so mean... that
neither Ann nor I could bring ourselves to do it." Howard began
fucking me like an out-of-control machine... his hips drove his
cock into my cervix hard... ramming my ass deep into the
mattress.
"OOhh god... what did you do? Tell me! I'm about to cum
again... TELL ME!"
"We all went out to the parking lot where we gave them a
blowjob. Mason got my tits out so he could play with them while
I sucked his cock. I sat on the side of the front seat while he
stood in front me. He shot a huge load down my throat in less
than a few minutes.
"UUNNGGHHH! OOOOHHH FUCK... I'M CUMMING... I'M SHOOTING IN YOUR
CUNT, KARLA. TAKE IT ... TAKE MY LOAD."
"I'M TAKING IT, DARLING. CAN YOU FEEL MY CUNT THROBBING AROUND
YOUR COCK... I'M CUMMING TOO!!"
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The Spa and the Lawsuit:
Although Howard had done a superb job getting me off when I had
returned home from my first girls' night out with Ann, I knew it
wouldn't last unless I managed a complete, radical makeover job
on my body and face. It was obvious that I needed to lose 45
pounds or maybe even 50, and in addition, I needed to do
something about all the loose skin and the fact that even at 28,
my breasts weren't as firm as they should be. I knew I would
also like to have them be a little bigger. After all, men like
big tits, and I knew my husband wasn't any different.
Howard's response to my made-up story about teasing two men at
the Marriott lounge made it clear that he was enormously turned
on by the thought of my teasing and playing with other men, at
least to some extent that obviously included blowjobs. I knew
that as soon as I had completed my body make over, that was
something I had to explore.
My biggest problem was money. While I could lose weight with
relatively minor expense, fixing my loose skin, my face, and my
tits was going to require some plastic surgery, and that didn't
come cheaply. It also wasn't covered by any insurace policy.
Some invetigation on the internet suggested that the total price
tag could easily be $15,000 to $20,000, and I had no idea where
in hell I could get such a sum.
If I already had my drop-dead gorgeous body, I could work as an
escort for two or three months and make that much money without
any problem, but there was the catch 22: to get my drop-dead
gorgeous body, I needed money. To get money, I needed my
gorgeous body. It was another example of which comes first, the
chicken or the egg.
Knowing that there was no way I was going to solve all the
problems at once, I started with two steps... enrolling in
exercise/aerobics class and going on a rigid diet under a
doctor's supervision. My target was an average of 6 to 7 pounds
of weight loss per month. If I could manage that, I would be at
my target weight in about seven months.
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After three months of daily workouts at the spa and sticking
faithfully to my diet, I was pleased to see that I was on track.
I had lost 19 pounds, and as an added bonus Howard had lost 6 or
7 pounds and looked great. He was already at this wedding-day
weight and was determined to get into even better shape.
My weight and Howard's had given my husband renewed interest in
getting me into bed. Whereas before I started, he was trying
once every two weeks or so and usually succeeding less than half
the time, things had improved to twice a week, and getting him
hard was never more than a minor problem. On those occasions
when he would look at the flab that still clung to my body and
have trouble getting hard, all I had to do was tell him that
Mason had called and wanted to meet me for sex at the Best
Western motel. That always got him iron-hard almost immediately.
Although, my husband was now doing far better in the sex
department than he had been doing three months previously, it
still wasn't enough to take care of my needs. Howard was
currently more than satisfied to bang me twice a week, but I
wanted, and needed, more than twice that much sex. Five or six
times a week would have been ideal.
My husband's low libido didn't really create any serious
problems for me, as it had three months previously. After that
erotic night out with Ann, I now knew how to take of any sexual
needs that my husband wasn't handling. All I had to do was put
on a short skirt and heels without any panties and visit a sports
bar, hotel lounge, or club while Howard was at work and just wait
until a horny man saw me.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, and I was doing exactly that in one
of the clubs where the cocktail waitresses doubled as exotic pole
dancers. Howard hadn't fucked me in three days, and my wet pussy
needed attention. As soon as I came in and took a seat toward
the back of the club, the men began checking me out. I sipped my
drink and helped them out by crossing my legs. That got some
additional male attention that increased still further when I
allowed my dress to slide halfway up my thighs.
Within ten minutes, a virile-looking Latino guy began openly
checking me out. He smiled, and I uncrossed my legs for him.
His interest quickly changed to an expression of lust when my
knees drifted apart. He licked his lips and squeezed his growing
bulge. When I opened my legs even wider, he leaned forward to
get a better view. A few minutes later, he was walking toward my
table, his pants now noticeably tented with his erection.
"That looks good," he said nodding toward my exposed legs. "May
I join you?"
"That looks good too," I responded nodding toward his sizable
package. "And yes, you may join me. I'm Karla."
"Miguel. Hi, Karla. I see you're wearing wedding rings."
"Does that eliminate me?"
"No. It makes you ever hotter and more desirable."
"A lot of men have told me that. That's why I don't take my
rings off before coming in here."
"You really look hot, Honey. I gotta ask. Are you a pro?"
I suppose I should have been insulted by having a man ask me if
I was a whore, but the fact was that it excited me that this sexy
guy thought I looked good enough to be a pro. I still hadn't
gotten down to my target weight, but it had been almost four
months, and I was now 25 pounds lighter than I had been at the
start. In addition, all the exercises had toned and tightened my
muscles. I thought I was beginning to look pretty good, and
obviously, Miguel agreed.
"No, I'm not a pro, Honey. Just a bored housewife."
"I love bored housewives... particularly bored housewives who
would like to be bored." My pussy throbbed. "You look really
hot in that red dress and heels. You got great legs, Karla.
What are wearing under that dress?"
"Just me, Honey. Just me."
"No panties or thong?"
"Nope."
"Show me."
Opening my mouth, I let my tongue slid sensuously over my lips.
My hand dropped to my dress and I tugged it further up my thighs
exposing over half of them. "I'm not shaved, Miguel."
"I like a woman to some hair on her cunt. Makes them look like
women instead of little girls. Show it to me."
I spread my legs wide open and kept them open. "Like it? It's
very wet and hot right now."
Reaching out, Miguel probed my slit with two fingers.
Automatically, my ass arched upward. When they fingers reached
my opening, they sank into my vagina causing my ass to hunch
against his hand. He continued to finger fuck me until he had me
gasping and humping right in front of several men who were
watching Miguel work my pussy.
Slowly, my ass slid to the edge of my seat and pushed againist
his hand. A moan escaped my lips when I felt him withdraw his
fingers from my hole and move them upward to my engorged and very
hard clitoris. He rubbed it... then trapped it between his two
fingers and jacked it like it were a small cock.
"Ohhhhh gawd damn," I hissed with pleasure.
"You like that, dont' you?" His fingers punctuated his question
by circling my throbbing clit and stroking up and down the side
and then over its sensitive tip.
"OOOohhhhhh uummmmmmmmm," I answered.
"I'm going to suck your pussy and then fuck you," he whispered.
"UUUnnnnnnmmmm... aaaahhhhhhh!!"
"Can you take an eight-inch cock?"
"OOHH! OOHH! AAaaaahhhhh... more... please... do me harder...
on my clit... right on my clit."
Miguel abruptly pulled his fingers away leaving me right on the
naked edge of an intense climax. "Don't stop. Damn you. Finish
me!"
"As soon as we get to my place, I'll finish you... I'll finish
you 10 times or more before you leave, Baby. Let's go."
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"OOhhhhh gawd damn! Don't stop... aaaahhhhh... Don't stop, you
hot Bastard. Lick meeeeeeeeee!!"
Miguel had my clit in his mouth sucking on it... The pressure
had caused blood to rush into my swollen shaft making swell and
stretch until it felt like it might burst open. His tongue
swipped up and down the sentitive shaft and up over the tip
causing my pussy to contract in hard spasms.
"OOHHHHH Fucking shit... i'm cumming again... aaaahhhh suck
meeeeeee, you hot Bastard... GGGhhhaaaa.... suck it... finish
meeeeeee, damn you... FINISH MEEEEE!"
While Miguel's mouth and tongue were driving me crazy with
orgasm after orgasm, his fingers were plunging in and out of my
cunt... finger fucking me and working over my G-spot. My vagina
was contracting in hard spasms matching the luscious,
mind-blowing convulsions of my clitoris. Even my ass hole was
opening and closing as he forced one hard climax after another to
rip through my body.
After 30 minutes of intense, non-stop oral sex, he had me
shuddering and wailing... begging him for his cock. Each time I
screamed at him to fuck me, he doubled the action of his tongue
on my clit and his fingers on my G-spot making me erupt in
another orgasm. Finally, I lost bladder control and peed all
over his face.
"OOHhhh Please... please, Miguel. Your cock... I need cock...
Please... put your cock into meeeeee.... FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!"
Finally, he mounted me, rammed his cock up my eager cunt, and
began fucking me with hard deep strokes. I exploded as soon as
his cock filled my pussy. He pulled out and rammed me two more
times, sending me into still another shuddering orgasm. When he
began pounding it to me, I seemed to be cumming continuously.
"Hot fuck bitch," he growled as he rammed me.
"UUNNGGHH! Yes! Yes! Oh god yes! I'm a hot fuck bitch...
fuck me... fuck your bitch, Miguel... aaaaahhhh shit...
cumming... can't stop cumming.... You're killing me with that
cock... GGGHHHAAAAA!" I howled as my mouth flew open and my
tongue shot out curling upward in the air.
Miguel moved his body up over mine so he could ram his cock
straight down into my throbbing hole.
"GGHHHAA! UUNNGHHH! OH YEAH... CUNT FUCK ME, MIGUEL... FUCK IT
INTO MEEEEEEEEE!"
For another half hour, Miguel slammed his meat in and out of my
hole. Even though he had already shot one load down my throat
earlier, his cock was still iron-hard and rammed into my cervix
on every stroke bringing screams and gasps from my lips.
"I'm gonna cum in your hot cunt hole, Karla."
"Oh god... no! I'm not on the pill... I'm not protected."
I felt Miguel's cock jerk like crazy inside me when he heard
that he was about to breed me. Wedding rings and the thought of
cumming inside a woman's unprotected pussy were two enormous
turn-ons for every man. Ann had clued me in about that. "Always
tell a guy you're not on the pill and that he's going to knock
you up when he shoots his load into your pussy. You'll get the
fucking of your life... every time." She was right. Miguel was
going wild pounding his dick into me harder and harder.
Suddenly, my legs shot straight up and out. My toes curled back
as my vagina and clitoris just convulsed in a series of hard,
intense contractions. Miguel grunted like a bull and began
emptying his balls into my throbbing hole.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! GONNA SHOOT IT, SLUT. CUMMING... OOOHHHH
FUCKKK...SHOOTING INTO YOUR UNPROTECTED CUNT HOLE... NOW...TAKE
IT, SLUT! BREEDING YOU!!"
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Halfway through my fifth month on my exercise/diet program my
total weight loss was 38 pounds, and I was within 10 pounds or so
of my target. My aerobics and exercise program had toned my
muscles so that in place of flab, I now had more attractive
muscular tone. As an added bonus, my endurance and sexual
stamina had increased right along with my ever-increasing sexual
libido. People who had never noticed me before, were now taking
second and third looks. Among the people taking notice were all
the lawyers in the firm that employed me... in particular, my
boss, Clay Morrison.
During coffee break on Thursday, Carol Lennard, who was Al
Dawson's secretary,
approached me in the break room. "Hi, Karla. Mind if I join
you?"
"Sure. Have a seat, Carol. Got anything planned for the coming
weekend?" I asked, more to make conversation than anything else.
"Yeah. I hope so. Al has a deposition hearing in St. Louis
with a client tomorrow. We're leaving this evening... coming
back on Sunday.
"Mr. Dawson is taking you along? For two days and three nights?"
Carol lowered her voice and whispered, "Yeah... isn't that hot?
Two days and three nights with Mr. Big Dick. I've been hot all
week just thinking about it."
"But a deposition only takes a few hours. What are you telling
your husband? Isn't Jack suspicious?"
"Not at all. He thinks it's just part of my job as Al's legal
secretary. I've told him that Dawson has depositions on both
Friday and Saturday with the last one being at 5 PM, Saturday
afternoon. So... we can't get back until Sunday. What excuses
do you use when Morrison takes you on trips?"
"He doesn't. He's never asked me to go with him when he has
out-of-town business."
"You're kidding, right? It's Ok. I just told you about my
weekend. I know you won't blab to Jack. And I'm not going to
say a word to Howard."
"I know that, but it's true. Morrison has never taken me on a
business trip. Why would he? I was so fat, why would he be
interested?"
Carol looked me over for moment, leaned closer, and whispered,
"That might have been true six months ago, Honey, but you look
great now! Frankly, I'm surprised that Morrison isn't already
bending you over his desk every day."
I felt my cheeks flush red and at the same time, I also felt my
vagina pulse. "He hasn't hit on me yet," I finally managed to
say.
"That's gonna change, Karla. Take my word for it. I've already
seen Morrison checking out your ass and legs. Are you going to
spread for him when he makes his move?"
I was now acutely aware of my seeping vagina. "I don't know," I
replied.
"Ha! When a woman says she 'doesn't know', that means 'yes'. I
just told you about my upcoming weekend with Al. I want to hear
all the hot details the first time Morrison gets into your
panties, Karla. After all, fair is fair," she said with a
conspiratorial grin.
Everytime I saw my boss for the rest of the week, I wondered how
big his cock was, if he had a talented tongue, and how many times
he could get it up. But most of all, I wondered just how long it
would be before I was bent over his desk taking dick-tation.
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At the start of the sixth month, I had lost 44 pounds and had
arrived at my target weight. I now needed some plastic surgery
on my face, my breasts, and my tummy to tighten the loose skin
produced by my weight loss, to enhance my cheekbones and augment
my lips, and to firm and increase my breast size. But I still
had no clue where I was going to get the money to pay for all
that.
I now looked sexy enough to be able to work as an escort, but
while that was a hot thought, I was virtually certain Howard
could never handle something like that. If he ever found out I
was a whore, I was certain that our marriage would be toast. And
I didn't want that to happen. He was a great husband that I
really wanted to keep, particularly since he was now giving me a
solid, hard fucking three times a week.
Fortunately, my financial problems were solved by several things
that happened at work. The most important of which was the
out-of-court settlement reached in the firm's class suit against
a major insurance carrier. That suit was the result of a dinner
party Howard and I had hosted for some of his colleagues at work
18 months previously.
About halfway through the party that evening, I had joined my
husband who was chatting with Martin and Lana Davidson. After
some ten minutes of discussion about sports, I had just about
decided to excuse myself as sports don't interest me. But before
I could come up with a gracious excuse, Howard asked Martin if he
had gotten his house repaired after the huge hail storm they had
had.
"Oh god! Don't get me started on that. It's was a fucking
nightmare!" He had looked over at me and apologized for his
language. "Sorry. I just get so angry whenever I think about
it," he had said.
At this point, I spoke for the first time. "It's Ok. I've
heard all the words before. What happened? Weren't you
insured?"
"Well... yes and no. I did carry full coverage on everything
that suffered damage. My insurance company agreed and told me to
contact whatever firms I wanted to repair the house, get
estimates, and have the work done. I hired one firm to replace
the roof. That company didn't do siding, so I had to hire a
different firm to replace the siding. Neither of those companies
replaced windows and screens, so I had to find a third company to
do that. The damage to the shrubbery and trees required a fourth
firm."
"I can certainly see that all that was a lot of work for you,
but why was it a nightmare?" I asked.
"Well, the firm I hired to fix roof drove a huge, fully-loaded
truck up my driveway to deliver the roofing materials. The
weight was too much, and the entire driveway collapsed... I mean
it was absolutely crushed and totally unusable. The roofing
company claimed my driveway was faulty, and my insurance carrier
and the roofing company fought for two months before reaching a
settlement. Then, I had to find a concrete company to repair my
driveway."
"Was that the end of it?"
"Hell no! The real problems had even started. The company that
did the roofing did a totally inferior job. Within two months,
shingles were being blown off by 20 mile an hour winds. The guys
that had done the work had gone out of business and my insurance
carrier refused to pay for the roof a second time. Their claim
was that I hired the guys to fix the roof, and they were not
responsible for my poor choice. In the end, I had to hire
another firm and pay the cost myself."
At this point, my husband had said, "You know all that's
terrible... really terrible. But you should have hired a general
contractor to do all those jobs. Those guys know which firms do
good work and which ones don't. And, if anything goes wrong,
they bear the financial liability, not you."
"That's right!" Martin had shouted. "I wanted to hire a general
contractor at the very start, but my insurance carrier refused to
pay for it. They made me do all the sub-contracting and then
when I made a bad decision, they made me foot the bill. In
addition, I had no driveway for over two months. A general
contractor would have had the driveway fixed by the time the roof
was done."
The next day, I had gone to the law library and done some
preliminary research on the law. Then, I had visited the State's
Insurance Corporation and checked Martin's insurance company's
annual reports to determine how many claims like Martin's the
company handled each year. After that, I researched the cost of
hiring general contractors for jobs such as Martin's. Finally, I
contacted Martin and asked him if I could get my law firm to
initiate a class action law suit against his insurance carrier
for refusal to pay for a general contractor would he agree to be
the lead plaintiff in the class action law suit. He had agreed
eagerly.
The next day, I had presented my findings to Mr. Morrison and
suggested the firm consider a class action law suit. When I had
said, "The company is nationwide and handles over 10,000 such
claims each year. The general contractor fees average about $500
per job. So that's $5,000,000 per year. With a four-year
statute of limitations, the firm is looking at a $20,000,000
class action suit, and I have already lined up a lead plaintiff
for the firm, if you're interested."
To say the firm was interested would be a gross understatement.
It had suddenly become Job #1 with the firm. Several attorneys
were assigned to work on the case. Cases like this generally
drag on for so long, I had forgotten all about it until Morrison
caught me just as I was coming in the door to work a few weeks
after my conversation with Carol in the break room. He asked me
to follow him to his office where he motioned for me to have a
seat in front of his desk. Taking off my coat, I hung it over
the back of the chair and sat down. When I looked up, I saw my
boss staring at my crossed legs. I wondered if today was to be
the day Carol had predicted.
When he looked up from my legs, he smiled approvingly making no
pretense that he had been doing anything else other than checking
out my legs. I returned his smile.
"I have some very good news for you, Karla," he began. "The
class action law suit with the insurance company has just been
settled out of court. The settlement is one of the largest ever
won by this law firm. Needless to say, this marvelous result is
due in large measure to your initiative and preliminary work in
bringing the situation to our attention. A fact for which every
attorney in this firm is deeply grateful."
"Well, thank you Mr. Morrison. I'm glad that I was able to do
something really useful to the firm other than just routine
work."
"That's something else I want to discuss with you, but first
things, first. The partners have all met, and we are all in
agreement that you deserve to share in the financial benefits the
settlement has brought to this firm and to our clients. The
out-of-court settlement was for $10,000,000. With our 40%
contingency fee, the firm's share is $4,000,000. Our expenses in
prosecuting the suit are approximately $1,000,000 so we have
realized a net profit of about $3,000,000 due in large measure to
your work."
At this point, he held up an envelop and said, "I hope that you
will consider the enclosed bonus for $100,000 to be appropriate
for your contribution. Everyone of us... particularly me...
wants you to be as happy with this result as we are."
"$100,000!" I gasped. "I would have overjoyed with a few
thousand. That's beyond belief generous, Mr. Morrison."
"You earned every penny, Karla. Without your initiative, none
of this would have happened." Once more his eyes fell on my
legs. "And besides that, there's an added benefit for me in
awarding you this well-earned bonus."
"What's that?" I asked still squirming in my chair with
excitement.
"When you get excited, your dress slides even higher on your
gorgeous legs, and I get the benefit of that."
"You're a charmer as well as a very considerate, generous man,
Mr. Morrison. You've never commented or stared at my legs before.
Do you really like them?" I asked as I pulled my dress even
higher and shifted in my chair to expose more of my bare thigh.
With my dress almost up to my hips, I knew that my boss could
see almost all of my thigh, and he was taking full advantage.
"Your legs are gorgeous, Karla. You were always an attractive
woman, but in the last six months with your weight loss and
exercise program, you've changed into a beautiful one."
"Thank you, Mr. Morrison. I was hoping you would notice and be
pleased with the new me."
"When we're in private, Karla, please call me Clay. And I have
noticed, and I'm more than just pleased, as I'm sure you realize.
I would like to say a lot more, but as a lawyer, I'm acutely
aware of sexual harassment lawsuits."
"It's only sexual harassment when the woman objects, Clay. I
don't. I can sign a document to that effect if you like."
"I would like for us to be... eh... how should I put it...
closer. Yes. I would like for us to be closer."
"Closer, you say?"
"Yes. Closer."
"Close enough for you to fuck me, Clay?"
"I would love to! A lot."
"I can be available whenever you need me, Clay."
"Now?"
Ginning, I uncrossed my legs and spread them. "I haven't been
wearing panties for several months now, Clay. Just in case you
decided to fuck me."
I had always wondered what it would be like to have my boss fuck
me on the couch in his office. He had moved quickly to his door,
locked it, and then began to strip me. It had taken him less
than a minute to get me naked. I was on my knees sucking his
thick 7-inch cock as he stripped. When he pulled his rod out of
my mouth and told me to get on the couch in doggy position, I
grinned and replied, "Yes Sir. You can use any hole you like Mr.
Morrison." That caused his cock to jerk hard in my hand.
I was delighted to discover that my boss not only had a thick,
powerful cock, but he also knew how to use it to make a woman
hiss with pleasure. He pounded me hard and deep on every thrust
while his hands caressed my ass and occasionally moved between my
thighs to my bulging clitoris.
"Oh god YES! FUCK ME, CLAY! FUCK ME HARD!"
When my first orgasm erupted, Clay moaned, "Oh fuck! I can feel
your pussy throbbing around my dick... You're cumming aren't
you?"
"YES! YES! YES! Stop talking. Fuck me harder. Ram that big
schlong into me! Fuck my hole, Lover. Fuck it!"
"Jesus! Never had a woman throb like you do on my cock. I love
it!" Clay jack hammered his dick making me cum a second time
before he exploded and emptied an enormous load into to my
throbbing hole. When he finally pulled out, I could feel his
semen dripping from his cock onto my naked ass as his load
trickled out of widely-stretched pussy.
We both giggled with the knowledge that the couch cushion would
have to be cleaned and this was the first of many, many cum loads
that he was going to be shooting into me in the future.
On the way back to my office, I poked my head in Carol's door.
She looked up, saw the grin on my face, and said, "Bent over his
desk, like I predicted?"
"That's for dirty sluts, Carol. I was bent over on his very
comfortable couch."
"MMMMmmmm... hot. Was he good?"
"Very! Thick, seven inches, powerful stud. He got me off three
times before he filled me."
"Just wait until tomorrow, you sexy slut. I guarantee you'll be
bent over his desk and loving it."
Of couse, Carol had been right.
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A Night Out with Hubby:
By the end of another week, I had had several new experiences.
The first was passing my target weight by increasing my total
weight loss to 47 pounds. I thought I looked good... really
good. My thighs were still on the large size but a little bit of
liposuction would take of that small problem.
The second was I had now opened two new bank accounts, one in my
name, the second in Howard's name. Each contained a starting
deposit of $50,000, exactly half of my lawsuit bonus. Howard and
I were going out dining and dancing on Saturday night when I
planned to surprise him with the passbook to his new checking
account.
The third item was the scheduling of my plastic surgery on my
face, tummy, thighs, lips, and breasts. Of course, not
everything would be done at once, but rather over a period of two
months. With a healing time of one month, I should be a new
woman by summer.
The fourth was being promoted from executive secretary to
Personal Assistant of the CEO of the law firm with a 50% increase
in salary and an expense account. And the fifth was fulfilling
Carol's prediction.
The morning after giving my $100,000 bonus, my promotion, and
salary increase,
Clay called me into his office. The first thing I saw upon
entering was his thick cock. His pants were open with his big
shaft protruding from his fly. It was already fully erect and
throbbing with clear fluids seeping from its swollen crown.
Getting out of his chair, he walked around his desk and
approached me.
"I'm so fucking hard just from thinking about your luscious
body, it hurts. I need for you to take of this."
I couldn't tear my eyes away from his hard cock as it bobbed up
and down as he moved closer. I knew that Carol's prediction was
about to be fulfilled, and I was more than ready. I was so
eager, I could feel the wetness on my inner thighs.
Moving behind me, Clay put his arm around my waist and his other
hand behind my head. Although I put up no resistance, it
wouldn't have mattered if I had. Powerfully, he pushed my head
downward forcing me to bend forward at the waist over his desk.
"Your skirt, Karla! Lift your skirt so I can get this into your
cunt." Using both hands, I jerked my skirt up over my ass. The
musky aroma from my pussy filled our nostrils. "Oh Honey! Do
you ever smell delicious," Clay groaned. "Spread your legs...
wide! Put your head down on the desk and arch that sexy ass!"
My voice was quivering with excitement as I followed his orders.
Arching my back, I thrust my ass high. "Is this all right,
Clay? Am I in the proper position to take of your big cock?"
For an answer, I felt his fingers dig into my ass crack,
spreading me wide and exposing my seeping sex trench and the
pulsing hole of my pussy.
His body moved against my buttocks... then I felt the head of
his cock sliding into my cunt. "AAAAhhhhh... uuuummmmmmmm.... Oh
Yes, Clay! Put it all the way into meee! Please! Then fuck me!
Fuck me hard!"
"Don't worry, Karla. I'm going to do just that." His hips
snapped forward. My hole stretched open to admit the hard male
piston. Clay jerked my hips back and buried his entire length
inside my cunt. We both groaned with the hot sensations of cock
and pussy flesh meshing together.
"Do you like having my cock filling your pussy like this,
Karla?"
"OOOohhhh .... OOooohhhh... Yes... YES! Move inside me,
Darling. Move it... and fuck me with it!"
"This is how we will start every day from now on. Either this
or I'll fuck you missionary... or perhaps eat you until you
scream and sink my cock down your throat. But from now on, don't
wear panties to work. That doesn't conform the dress code for
Personal Assistants to the CEO. Do you understand, Karla?"
"Oh Yes, Clay. I understand. My pussy is to be naked and ready
at all times to be used. Use me, Clay. Use me, Clay. Please!
USE ME! FUCK ME!"
After I had had one intense orgasm bent over his desk, he pulled
out and ordered me to mount the couch, on my back. I followed
his instructions and in addition, raised my legs and spread them
wide to give him total access. He nailed his dick into me in
one, hard thrust. I had my second orgasm a few minutes later as
his tool thudded hard into the bottom of my hole... again, again,
and again.
"UNGGHHH.... AAAHHHHH ... OOHHH GAWD DAMN! GIVE IT TO ME, CLAY.
HARD... RAM IT INTO MEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Clay fucked me like a master cocksman for 10 minutes bringing me
to another climax in the process. My second orgasm was just
ebbing when I felt his shaft growing even harder and thicker. He
grunted with a wild boar as he planted it deep, held my ass in
his hands, and stabbed with me with rapid, short strokes. His
tool and buttocks began to contract in hard spasms. Each
contraction shot a thick stream of cum into bottom of my vagina
where it coated my womb and entered it. I came again before his
ejaculations stopped.
When I left his office, Clay's semen was slowly seeping down my
inner thighs. On the way to the ladies room, I again stopped by
Carol's office. When she looked up, I whispered, "Bent over his
desk... then again on his couch with my legs pointed at the
ceiling. My pussy is a swamp."
"Let me see it," she moaned. I pulled my skirt up to my waist.
Before I left, Carol also had her skirt around her waist
masturbating.
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On Saturday night, I selected a tight and very short green dress
with a push-up bra, thin black panties, thigh-high beige
stockings, and a pair of wicked pumps with 4-inch, stiletto
heels. Looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror in our
bedroom, I was highly pleased with what I saw. I had no doubt
that I would be keeping my husband's cock hard most of the night
as well as the dicks of a lot of other men. When I thought about
how sexy I was going to look after my plastic surgery, a shiver
ran up and down my spine.
When Howard saw me, he opened his mouth to say something, but
only a gasp came out. I could see his pants beginning to tent as
the sight of my hot body rapidly hardened his cock.
"I think you like the way your new wife looks," I said with my
best seductive smile.
"Oh Jezz... like isn't the word for it. I fucking love it!"
"I can see you do, and I like that huge bulge in your pants just
as much as you like the way my legs look in these come-fuck-me
heels and my tits in the push-up bra I'm wearing."
"I do love the way you look. I can't believe it... just
amazing! But we're going to have wait a bit before leaving."
"Why?"
"Because I can't go out in public with this huge erection
sticking out."
"Like hell you can't! You can and you will! Besides, there's
no point in waiting. I have no intention of letting your
erection go away. You can count on being hard for hours tonight,
Lover. And by the way, if you think your wife looks hot and sexy
now, just wait until see her three months from now."
"What's gonna happen in three months?"
"I'll tell you tonight at dinner, Honey. Now come on, let's
head out. I can't wait to show off my handsome husband and his
huge hard-on."
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Over dinner, I told Howard that I had now lost almost 50 pounds
and toned most of my muscles with my work at the spa. His
response was to tell me passionately that I looked even more
beautiful and sexy than I had on our wedding day. If he had
tried for a year, he couldn't have come up with anything else to
say that would have made my pussy throb harder. My panties were
already wet and all we were doing was eating dinner!
Over dessert, I told him about the out-of-court settlement of
the class action law suit against Martin's insurance company.
His response was exactly what I hoped it would be.
"That's great, Karla. You really did your firm a major service.
I hope that they gave you a bonus or something to show their
appreciation."
"Oh they did, Darling. Since you've always shared everything
you make in your job with me, I'm going to do the same for you.
Your half of the bonus I got has been deposited in a bank account
in your name only. Here's the passbook. I have a duplicate one
for my half."
"Now before you open the book, I want it understood that the
money in that account is for you and only you. No fair buying me
presents out of that account. You can spend it any way you
like... no questions asked. I want you to enjoy it to the
fullest. Of course, if you decide to spend it on prostitutes,
I'll conclude you need a brain transplant since I promise you
that your wife is going to be the hottest piece of ass for you on
the planet and spending money on inferior pussy would be stupid.
Ok. Now you can look."
My husband grinned with pleasure with thoughts of the "hottest
piece of ass on the planet" circulating through his head. For
long moments, his eyes drank in my thrusting tits and face... his
passbook forgotten.
"Are you hard?" I asked in a whisper.
"Like stone. Feel me."
"Can I? Right here in the restaurant?"
"You don't have a choice, Karla. When I tell the hottest piece
of ass on the planet to stroke and feel my cock, I expect her to
do it."
"OOohhh fuck! You're hard as stone and your wife's pussy is
drenched. Move closer, Stud." Howard scooted his chair closer
to my side of the table, and my hand quickly sought out his
erection. It was massive! I knew it was more than seven inches,
and in addition, it was totally rigid! I could hardly move it.
"Oh my god, Howard! I want to suck this right here... right
now!"
"Would you really do that?"
"Honey, if you tell me to get under the table and suck... I'll
be under the table with your huge dick in my mouth in a flash.
So be careful. Don't ask unless your really want it sucked...
right now."
"Suck it. Right now. Suck it!"
I didn't care who might be watching. I quickly slipped beneath
the table hoping the tablecloth would conceal most of what was
happening. As soon as I unzipped Howard's fly and pulled his
briefs down, his iron-hard dick surged up and out... a rigid,
hard, seeping, cunt spike. My vagina was throbbing like crazy.
I couldn't wait another moment. Leaning forward, I engulfed
five inches of hard man meat and began sliding my lips up and
down its length. I heard Howard groan softly. On the fourth
trip down his dick, I took another inch, and the big crown
entered my throat.
I had just taken all of my husband's dick down my throat and was
sucking and jacking him off at the same time when I heard Howard
whisper, "The waiter's coming over to see if we want anything
else."
Pulling my mouth of his throbbing shaft, I hissed, "Then tell
him I'm busy at moment... to come back later."
"Oh my god," my husband moaned. Obviously, he was very nervous,
but his shaft got even harder. I couldn't believe it. I had it
in my mouth again when I heard Howard telling the waiter that I
had gone to the ladies room and to come back in about five
minutes.
"Whatever you say, Sir. I'll be back later."
"He's gone. Suck me, Karla. Suck my dick, Baby!"
He didn't have to ask me twice. For the next five minutes my
mouth and lips were busy sliding up and down the length of his
throbbing dick. When I pulled my mouth back, my hand took over
and jacked off the bottom four inches while the top three was
inside my sucking mouth. Knowing that men's sexual high tends to
abate once they've shot off, I stopped short of letting hubby
ejaculate in my mouth.
"Can I come up now?" I whispered. "Is the coast clear?"
"Yeah, but aren't you going to finish me?" Howard moaned.
Moving out from under the table, I took my seat, leaned close,
and kissed my husband letting him taste his own precum. Not only
did he not pull away, his kiss was intensely passionate. "Why
didn't you finish me, Honey?"
"Because, Darling, we've got a long ways to go tonight, and I
want you hard and hot and absolutely raging to bury this big dick
up my cunt."
As we enjoyed an after-dinner cocktail, I asked, "Aren't you
going to open your passbook, Honey?"
"Oh yeah. For some strange reason, I forgot about that," he
said smiling broadly at me. Damn! I adored this sexy man.
When Howard opened the book, he stared uncomprehendingly at the
$50,000 balance. "Is this right?" he gasped. "$50,000?!!"
"That's just your half. I have $50,000 in my passbook The
total net profit to the firm was about $3,000,000."
"God. Fucking unbelievable!"
"That's not all, Lover. I also got a promotion to Personal
Assistant and a 50% salary increase with an expense allowance."
Of course, I omitted all the details of my new duties as Mr.
Morrison's Personal Assistant. Maybe later, I would tell him,
but not now.
The shock on my husband's face was priceless. "I have one more
surprise for you, Darling. I intend to invest $15,000 of my half
in a personal make-over with a plastic surgeon who works on
female Hollywood stars. I'm having my nose fixed, my lips
enhanced, some wrinkles removed, a little liposuction on my
thighs, breast enhancements, and loose skin removed and tightened
over my body. It's going to take two months to do and another
month to heal. But in three months, I'm gonna keep your dick
hard 24/7, Baby."
I finished my drink and said, "Come on, Stud. Sign the tab, and
let's blow this place for a hot dance club."
"I can't get up. I'm so damn hard my pants are sticking way out
and look like they're painted on my cock."
"On your feet, Lover. Now! The women here can't wait to see
what a real stud's dick looks like when he's hard and ready for
pussy."
Just as I had predicated, every woman we passed stared at my
husband's protruding, iron-hard erection. Some of the women
winked at me. Others licked their lips. One woman took my
husband's arm, pulled his head downward, and whispered something
in his ear.
When we were in our car heading for the club, I asked, "What did
that slutty bitch say to you, Howard?"
"Not much."
"Honey... if you expect me to tell you about the men I play
with, you've better reciprocate. What did the slut say?"
"She said her name is Nancy, that my cock was much bigger than
her husband's, and that I could call her anytime. Then, she gave
me her phone number."
"Gave you her phone number? How did she manage to do that?"
"She pushed this business card in my hand as she was whispering
to me. It's got her name and phone numbers on it." Howard held
up the card for me to see. Then, he held it out to me. "You can
take it and tear it up, Karla. I'm not cheating on the hottest
piece of ass on the planet."
My pussy throbbed again. "Put it in your wallet for
safekeeping, Darling. If I tear it up, you won't have her cunt
available to take care of your big dick when your wife is
traveling on business in her new position with the law firm."
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Our first 30 minutes in the night club was spent on the dance
floor practically glued together, my husband's still rock-hard
dick grinding into my now very, very wet pussy while his hands
roamed over my ass and occasionally moved up my side to cup my
tits. At least a dozen men were watching with envy.
We were back at our table enjoying our drinks when I noticed
that Howard was scanning the nearby tables with a perplexed look
on his face. Finally, he shook his head and turned his attention
back to his bourbon and soda.
"What's wrong, Honey? You look confused or something."
"I guess I am... a little at least. When you were at the club
with Ann a few months ago, you told me all about the two men
staring at you and how you and Ann opened your legs to let them
see your pussies."
"I remember, Baby. It was hot... really hot. And everytime we
talk about it, you get hard. You're hard right now, aren't you?"
"You know I am. I've been hard for almost all of the last two
hours."
"So what about Ann and me showing off our pussies?"
"Well, I just noticed than although there are maybe a dozen guys
at tables where they can see you, none of them are staring at
your legs like those guys were doing with you and Ann. And I
know you're 10 times more beautiful and sensuous with the weight
loss than you were then. I just don't understand why the
difference."
"Would it turn you on if they were staring at my legs? Or if I
uncrossed my legs so they could see my thin black panties?"
My husband's body actually shuddered. "Oh my god, yes!" he
moaned. "Why isn't it happening?"
"Because I'm sitting at the table with my husband. And in case
you haven't noticed, he a very attractive man, and he's got a
very well-developed, powerful body. None of those men want to
get into a fist fight with my husband. They have this feeling
that they wouldn't be able to entice me away from you, and they
wouldn't do well in a fist fight... and they're right on both
counts, Darling."
"Oh. Of course, That's obvious. Now I feel stupid."
"Not stupid, Honey. Just inexperienced. I've been so fat that
you've never been out to a club with a sexy, good-looking wife
before. And that's my fault, but it's not going to happen again.
If you want to see guys hitting on your sexy wife, you need to
go sit at the bar for awhile, have a drink and pretend to watch
the game on the TV over the bar while you're really watching me."
"What would you do if I go sit at the bar?"
"Not much. Just cross my legs so that I'm showing a lot, smile
when a guy checks me out, and if he shows a real interest,
uncross and open my legs a little for him. It won't take any
more than that to get them over here asking me to dance. And
once they've got me out on the dance floor, your wife's going to
be felt up big time and eventually asked to go somewhere for
sex."
"How far with you let them go?"
"No further than you want me to, Honey. How far is that?"
"Maybe what you did with Mason when you were out with Ann? What
was the other man's name? You never said."
"Tony. It was Tony. I didn't say because Ann was taking care
of him while I did Mason."
"Ok. How about as far as you went with Mason?"
"I let Mason see my cunt while we were sitting at our table. Do
you want me to let a guy see your wife's cunt?"
"Yes," Howard moaned, "but you're wearing panties."
"Not much of a problem, Howard. I'll take them off just like I
did when I was out with Ann. Then, when I spread my legs, the
lucky guy will be staring at your wife's naked pussy."
"OOhhhhh god," Howard moaned as his hand clutched his cock ...
squeezing it.
"When I danced with Mason, I let him feel my ass and run his
hand up my side and feel my tits. Should I do that too." My
husband groaned again. His hand now moving up and down his cock
gave me my answer.
"It wasn't long with my letting him feel my ass and tits until
he had his hand under my dress and was finger fucking me ...two
fingers... then three. He had my ass hunching like mad on his
hand right there on the dance floor. At one point, he even
removed one of my tits and played with it while his fingers were
driving me crazy moving over my clit and G-spot. Finally, he
made me cum right there on the dance floor. Should I do that
tonight? Or not?"
"Would you mind? Would you be angry with me for suggesting it?"
"No, Darling. I won't mind, but I will have one or more intense
orgasms. Are you Ok with that?"
"That's so damn hot. I feel like I may shoot off inside my
pants."
"Don't you dare do that! If you can't hold it, we'll go some
place where you can shoot it up my pussy."
"I think I can hold it. I'm just so hot thinking about all of
this. Didn't you suck Mason off in the parking lot?"
"Yes. Right at the end of the evening, just before we came
home. Ann was sucking off Tony right beside me. Don't you
remember tasting the dregs of his cum load in my mouth when you
kissed me?"
"Oh fuck yes I remember! It so incredibly hot. Will you suck
the guy tonight... out in the parking lot?"
"Want me to?"
"Can I watch?"
"If you're careful that the guy doesn't see you. Do I suck cock
or not, Darling?"
"I want you to suck his cock! But don't fuck him!"
"I won't. Only my stud husband gets my pussy or ass."
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My husband had been at the bar for over 15 minutes. I waited
for five minutes and then went to the ladies room where I
stripped off my panties and put them in my handbag. A couple of
minutes after that, I was back at our table with my legs crossed,
thus concealing my naked pussy from view.
At first, nothing much happened because all the men at the
surrounding tables had seen me with Howard and knew that he might
return at any moment. So, all that occurred was an occasional
appreciative glance at my exposed legs.
By the time my husband had been seated at the bar for almost 20
minutes, the men at the tables near mine had changed. From their
perspective, I was a married woman alone and trolling for cock,
which in a way, I was. Now, the glances changed to prolonged
looks, and from there to outright stares at my legs and the
portion of my thighs that were exposed by my short dress.
One man in particular was cut from a different mold. Rather
than case sidelong glances or stares at me, he turned his chair
so that he was facing me directly. He was staring straight up my
dress. I could see his eyes roaming over the entire expanse of
my exposed thighs. He looked into my eyes and smiled. Then he
licked his lips. My cunt throbbed.
Glancing at the bar, I saw Howard watching me with every bit as
much intensity as the man across from me was doing. His eyes
seemed to bore right between my thighs, almost forcing me to
spread my legs by his sheer animal magnetism. As I felt my pussy
seeping, I pulled the dress even higher on my thighs. The cool
draft on the bare flesh above my stocking tops told me that he
could now see much more of my legs. I let him stare for several
minutes, inching my dress higher and higher as he watched. It
was almost up to my hips.
The man licked his lips slowly, making certain that I saw him.
Then, he put the palms of his hands together and extended them
toward me. Our eyes locked. I was staring into his dark orbs
shadowed by his full eyebrows. At the same time, he gazed
intently at my brown ones. As I watched... feeling like a
helpless mouse gazing into the black eyes of a swaying cobra ...
he slowly moved his hands apart... six inches... a foot... then
two not stopping until his palms that still faced each other were
almost three feet apart.
I didn't have the slightest doubt about he wanted. He wanted my
legs opened and spread wide, and he wanted them wide open now!
I uncrossed my legs. The effect was immediate. I could see his
eyes drilling straight into my crotch. He made no attempt to
hide the fact that he was staring at me, at my legs, my thighs
and the dark pubic hair above my pussy. In fact, he was even
leaning forward in his seat trying to see as much as possible.
I held still letting him stare at me as long as he wanted. The
longer he stared, the hotter I became. My clit was throbbing as
it pushed out from its protective hood and pulsed right in front
of the stranger's eyes.
I wanted him to see more! Slowly, I let my legs drift apart,
spreading myself ever so slowly... letting in more and more light
so that he could see all of me. He was looking right at my cunt
now. I spread wider so he could see my sex trench and the flared
hole of my vagina. Suddenly, I came. My clitoris was expanding
and contracting in spasms right under the gaze of the man.
Totally embarrassed, I grabbed the drink and food menu off the
table and covered my face with it, but I kept my legs wide open.
Fortunately, the guy didn't make me keep my legs open any
longer. When I looked up from the menu hiding my face, I saw his
face not more than two feet from mine. With him standing so
close, there was no need to keep my legs wide open.
As soon as I had closed them, he whispered, "You're gorgeous...
just incredibly sensuous. The hottest pussy I've seen in years.
I can't wait to feel it ... to make it cum again. Shall we
dance? By the way, I'm Norman... just call me Norm."
I nodded, and he extended a hand to assist me out of my chair.
"I'm Karla," I whispered when I was standing beside him.
"Hi, Karla. After I explore your luscious body on the dance
floor, I'm going to fuck you."
"I can't. My husband is here somewhere."
"So? He can watch if he likes."
As we were walking toward the dance floor with his arm around my
waist, I saw that Howard was no longer sitting at the bar.
Instead, he was standing no more than 10 feet away watching as
Norman's hand moved lower on my ass and stroked my buttocks. His
pants were hugely tented by what I knew had to be one of the
hardest erections I had ever seen on my husband.
Our path to the dance floor took us right by Howard. I tried
but couldn't read his expression. It seemed to be some weird
mixture of fantastic excitement mixed with something else. I saw
Norman first wink at Howard and then smirk as his hand moved
beneath my short dress onto my naked pussy. When we had passed
my husband, I felt two of Norm's fingers sliding into my vagina
and his arm moving as he finger fucked me. From his position
right behind us, I knew my husband was having no problems seeing
him doing it. I thought it very likely that he would soon cum in
his pants.
Norman's fingers were still inside my pussy when he pulled me
into his arms, mashed his sizable erection into my mound and
began to move us slowly around the dance floor. Howard had
followed us and was now standing about 15 feet away watching our
every move. When the first song ended, we stopped moving our
feet, but Norm continued to slide his fingers in and out of my
pussy. His thumb was now rubbing my clit getting me so hot, my
hips were hunching in hot fuck motions.
When the next song started, Norman spun me around so that my
back was pressed against his chest, his erection now grinding
between my buttocks. Then, I felt his fingers opening the top of
my dress and extracting both tits. With my skirt up around my
hips and the top open, everyone watching was being rewarded with
a clear view of Norm's fingers working inside my pussy and his
hand cupping and hefting my breast. Howard was one of the men
watching.
Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled roughly out of Norman's
arms. When his fingers slipped out of my pussy, my dress fell
down enough to partially cover my cunt and ass. Almost
immediately, my husband pulled it the rest of the way down to
cover my pussy, but my tits were still exposed and bouncing
wildly.
"What the hell is this?" Norman shouted belligerently. Howard
was about the same size as Norm, but in far better condition.
"I'm taking my wife home. You got any problems with that?"
Howard said in a low, calm, but very menacing tone.
I could see Norman sizing up my husband who held me to one side
waiting for him to make his move. The entire place suddenly
became quiet. Someone even stopped the music. For what seemed
like an eternity, we stood there with my husband standing his
ground against the man who had already flatly stated that he was
going to fuck me.
Finally, Norman shrugged, and said, "She's your wife. None of
my business."
"Smart move," Howard said softly. "We won't be needing the
paramedics." Turning to me, he said, "Come on. We're out of
here."
We were on our way home with Howard behind the wheel before I
spoke with total confusion, "Do you want to explain to me what
happened back there? We had discussed everything beforehand, and
you were totally hot to see me flirting and making out with some
sexy guy."
"I know ... I know. I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize, Honey. I'm just completely confused. I
asked if you wanted me to let the guy see my cunt. You said yes,
and I did. It really drove him wild. He just flat told me we
were first going to dance, and then he was going to fuck me. He
wasn't going to succeed, but he certainly wanted it."
"I figured as much. You had him rock hard and me too."
"You were hard watching me?"
"Of course. So hard I couldn't believe it."
"Well what happened? Why did you stop him when it was just
getting very hot? I was going to take him out to the parking lot
and give him a blow job while you watched. We discussed him
playing with my tits and ass and you couldn't wait to see it. I
also told you that Mason had finger fucked me. That turned you
on even more. So you couldn't have been put off by Norman...
that was his name, by the way... by Norman finger fucking your
wife and getting her tits out on the dance floor. Mason had done
the same thing and you got hotter than I had ever seen you
before. So... what happened? And why?"
"It's hard to explain."
"Well, try. I really need to know if we're going to be having
sexy fun in the future."
"It wasn't that you let him see your naked pussy. I could see
it too and watching him ... Norman ... get hard while staring at
your cunt had me harder than I think I've ever been in my life."
"I thought so. I saw you standing there looking like you had
four pair of socks stuffed down your pants. Did it all change
when you saw him finger fucking me on the way to the dance
floor?"
"No. Not at all. I had to frantically press my thighs together
to keep from cumming inside my pants when I saw him doing that."
"Actually, I was sure you would shoot off in your pants."
"I almost did."
"So?? What happened?"
"Again, it's hard to explain. While the two of you were
dancing, I began to feel an incredible level of stress. I didn't
understand it at all. Then, I noticed that several people, both
men and women, were first watching Norm finger fucking you and
grinding his cock into you, and then they would look at me. I
felt they were wondering why I didn't stop it. The longer it
went on, the more embarrassed I became.
Finally, when the second song started, and Norman turned you
around so that everyone could see him finger fucking your naked
cunt, a feeling of enormous humiliation just overwhelmed me, and
I lost control... all control. You know what happened next. I
guess that's about it."
"All right, Honey, I understand, but can we talk about it, or is
it so stressful, you can't handle a discussion right now? If so,
we can spend the rest of the night fucking and talk about it
tomorrow."
"I think that's the best idea. Let's do that."
That night, my husband was a raging tiger in bed... and tiger is
the right word... wild stallion or wild bull doesn't do him
justice. He literally fucked my brains out. Again and again and
again without ever losing his erection between ejaculations. His
first load filled my pussy completely. After shoving his hard-on
into my mouth and thrusting it down my throat, he pulled out,
flipped me over, and entered my ass. I must have had four or
five orgasms before he shot his second load into my now totally
gaped asshole.
Then it was back into my mouth, and this time, he emptied his
balls down my throat. Finally, he allowed me to rest. As soon
as he rolled off my body, I fell into an exhausted sleep. I
don't know how long he allowed me to sleep. All I know for
certain is that when I awoke, Howard had me in doggy position
fucking me with long, deep strokes that jarred my body forward
every time he rammed into me. Before I was allowed to go back to
sleep, my tiger had fucked me two more times.
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We slept until almost noon on Sunday. Finally, I dragged myself
into the shower where Howard joined me. I didn't manage to make
it out of the shower before he had me bent over with his cock
sinking into my ass once again. We were enjoying a third cup of
coffee before we started discussing what had happened the
previous evening.
"You told me you lost it because of the enormous embarrassment
and humiliation you felt because of the other people watching
Norman finger fucking me on the dance floor while you were there
watching, right?"
"Yeah. I just felt like all those people thought I was a wimp
and stupid schmuck for allowing that to happen. The feeling of
humiliation was just overwhelming."
"All right, Howard. I've been thinking about this ever since we
got up ... except, of course, when some raging satyr was fucking
my ass in the shower." That brought a wide grin to my husband's
face.
"As I see it, we have three options, and which one we take is up
to you. First, we can just forget about doing all these
incredibly sensuous and erotic sexual things and go back to a
totally monogamous lifestyle. As much as I know you have enjoyed
hearing about I did with Mason and as much as watching me with
Norman last night turned you on, that's going to be very
unpleasant, but it is an option.
"Second, you can get you mind around this
embarrassment/humiliation thing and get past it. Think about it
this way. You assumed that all the people watching you thought
you were some kind of wimp to allow your wife to do the things
Norman and I were doing. In point of fact, less than half of
them thought that. Almost all of the women were very envious of
me that I was lucky enough to have a husband who would permit me
to have so much fun. And over half of the men were wishing that
they had an awesomely hot wife like you do who would let herself
go and be so incredibly sensuous and erotic in public. The
majority were envious not critical, Honey."
"Maybe, but you don't really know that."
"That's where you're wrong, Darling. Women can't match men when
it comes to logical, analytical, and mathematical thinking. But
men can't match women when it comes to being sensitive and
knowing what other people are thinking. I'm right about this.
Count on it."
"But just for discussion, let's assume that all those people
were critical and thought you were wimp and a schmuck for
permitting me to have such sexual pleasure. Did you know any of
them? You didn't did you? Will you ever see any other them
again and if you do, would you remember them or would they
remember you? The point is what they think does make a damn bit
of difference. None! Zero! Why would you allow the opinions of
strangers to take away one of your greatest pleasures? If you
wanted to splurge and buy an expensive home, would you call up
100 strangers to see what they thought and let their views tell
you what to do? Of course you wouldn't... so why are you letting
what strangers think take away what we both enjoy? So, that's
the second option. You refuse to let what others think decide
things for you."
The third and final option, is to do what we did with Mason. I
was doing the same things with Mason as I was doing with Norman
last night. In fact, since I sucked Mason off in the parking
lot, I actually did a lot more with Mason than with Norman. You
weren't at all bothered by hearing about Mason. In fact, it got
you hard as stone and continues to get you hard every time we
talk about it. In short, you loved it. So, the third option is
for you not to be present when I having fun with other men. I'll
tell you all the details later, and we'll have fantastic sex
because of the excitement the details produce."
"There's no need to make a decision now. But decide before a
situation like last night arises again.
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The Transformation:
Since my plastic surgeon was located in California, I needed to
relocate there for three months. My accommodation problem was
solved by my sister, who lived in Los Angeles. She and her
husband had a large home and had invited me to stay with them
during my two months of surgery and the one month of healing.
The problems were my husband and my boss. Both men had the same
problem: the absence of my pussy for three months.
"I'm going to go nuts for those three months, Karla," Howard had
said, but then he added, "but when it all done, I'm certain that
I'll be overjoyed. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Let me
know if there's anything you need for me to do while you're in
California."
What a man! I made a mental note to myself to make damn certain
he was rewarded big time when I returned. Even so, I didn't want
him to suffer for three months.
"I really appreciate your consideration, Honey, but I know three
months is a long time for a guy to go without sex, and I
certainly don't want you visiting prostitutes. Who knows what
awful stuff you might pick up from them."
"Don't worry. I won't see a prostitute. I'll just be jacking
off a lot. Maybe we can have phone sex?"
"That's sexy. You know I've never done phone sex. I think it
might be fun. Let's do it. But, phone sex and masturbation
aren't enough for my sexy husband. You know that Ann Miller sees
other men on the side. I've told you that."
"Yeah. I remember. Most of all, I remember that night you and
Ann did Mason and Tony. God! I still get hard every time I
think about it."
"Ann's even hotter than that. I've asked her if she would take
care of you once a week or so while I'm gone."
"Really? I doubt seriously that she would agree to that,
Karla."
"That just shows that men don't really understand women very
well. She couldn't say yes fast enough. Her only question was,
'How many times a week can I do him?'. I told her whatever
pleased the two of you. My guess is that the hot slut will be
calling you the day after I leave... if not the same day."
"You don't mind?"
"Thinking about you sinking your thick cock into that sexy slut
is going to keep me horny for the entire three months. When I
return, you can expect to be raped daily for weeks."
"Jezz. You've never had phone sex, and I've never been raped!
Is this going to be fun or what!"
My boss wasn't a happy camper about giving me three months
leave, but when I promised to let him share me with some of his
clients and friends, he didn't put up any further resistance.
That was probably because I had dropped my skirt to the floor and
was lying on his couch with my legs wide open.
"Come on, Clay. Let me thank you properly, Honey."
Before the day was over, I had thanked my randy boss six times.
After taking me in missionary position, he had me suck him until
his dick was hard. Then, I thanked him again in doggy position.
We went out for lunch, and I thanked him profusely a third time
by riding his cock in the back seat of his car. At 2:00 PM, I
was again in Clay office this time using my ass to properly
express my appreciation. For emphasis, I sucked his cock until
it was almost 3:00 PM and then used my asshole to thank him
again, this time in missionary position with my knees just
outside my head..
That evening, Howard's dinner was an hour late, but I don't
think he was upset, particularly not when I told him that Mr.
Morrison had generously agreed not only to a three-month leave,
but also to making it a paid three-month leave.
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Much of the plastic surgery I had scheduled required at least a
one-day stay in the hospital, but some could be done in an
out-patient surgery facility with only a few extra hours stay for
observation.
During my pre-op, physical examination, my surgeon looked over
the list of procedures I had requested and commented on how
comprehensive my make-over was going to be.
"Mrs. Burton, when we're finished your own husband will think
he's in bed with a different woman."
I laughed and replied, "I'm sure he's going to love that, Dr.
Mathews."
"I'll make certain that he does, Karla. I guarantee it. I am
a little surprised that as comprehensive as your make-over
surgery is, you haven't asked that your vagina be tightened.
That can easily be done, you know."
"No, I didn't know that. Perhaps I should have that done too.
I really don't know. Could you check, Doctor Mathews? I'm
certain that you must have some type of probe you could insert to
determine whether I need to have my pussy tightened."
Dr. Mathews' vaginal examination had been very, very thorough
and deep. He had first shaved me so that he could see everything
clearly and then performed both a manual examination and one
using his large vaginal probe. After repeated deep insertions
and tests, he told me that I had one of the tightest pussies he
had ever seen and that surgery wouldn't be necessary. He even
coated my channel with a soothing lotion so that there would be
no unpleasant irritation from his deep examination.
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It was three months and two days later when I unlocked our front
door and entered our home. Since it was only 2 PM, Howard was
still at work. Consequently, I was alone in the house, which
suited my purposes perfectly. I had almost four hours to get
ready to my husband's arrival. Although he had begged me
repeatedly to send him photos of the new me, I had refused.
Around 5:30 today, he would be seeing his new wife for the first
time. I was giddy with excitement just thinking about it.
After bathing and fixing my make-up in the manner I had learned
from the professional beautician in California, I selected a thin
pair of black, nylon, crotchless panties and long thigh-high dark
stockings with a black garter belt. The only other things I wore
were a purple bra and matching micro-mini skirt that was so short
it only covered half of my ass. Finally, I stepped into a pair
of pink platforms with 5-inch heels. I had little doubt that my
husband was going love the way his new wife looked.
Howard's reaction when he came home was all that I had hoped for
and more. When he saw me sitting in our den in a provocative
pose with half of my new 38DD tits on display along with my
nylon-covered legs, he gasped, "Oh my god! Jesus! Is that
really you, Karla?"
If he had tried for a year, he couldn't have said anything more
pleasing than that. "Yep. It's all me... all 38DD-26-37 and 132
lbs. of me. How do you like your new wife? Do you like my big
38DD tits, Honey?" I said softly as I slowly pulled my bra down,
unhooked it, and tossed it toward Howard. "Some of the guys in
California called them 'twin cannons'. They all wanted to fuck
my tits, but they didn't get to. My hot husband can fuck them
anytime he likes. What do you think? Would I be a good tit
fuck?"
"Like them?!! God!! I've never seen a woman with tits as
beautiful as yours. Their just unbelievable!
"That's just one of the changes, Baby. I've also shaved my
cunt... you wont have any problems seeing my swollen erect
clitoris now, Lover. Can you see it right through my panties?"
I spread my legs open and let my husband stare at my new bare
pussy. Even with his pants still on, I could see that he was
rock-hard.
Frantically, Howard jerked her zipper down and fought to extract
his swollen shaft. He was already pumping it when he groaned,
"What a cunt! I love it! Pull the damn panties aside! Show it
to me!"
"Oh you are a demanding stud, aren't you? Just ordering your
wife to show you her cunt," I hissed as my hands dragged my
panties aside. "This what you want to see, Baby. My hard clit
and my hot, wet fuck hole?"
"Unbelievable," he groaned as his hand pumped his dick harder.
"Just fucking unbelievable!"
"Believe it, Darling. And your hot, new sexy wife is so horny
her pussy's about to explode. I haven't had cock in three
months. Come on, Stud. Do it me! Make me cum. Hurry... God.
I'm fucking on fire!"
In a flash, Howard had me on the dining room pulling my
mini-skirt off in one smooth motion. I jerked my legs up in the
air and spread wide open for him. I expected him to mount me
instantly but my sexy stud delighted me when he moved his face
into my sex saddle, pulled my panties aside and mashed his mouth
against my throbbing pussy. His tongue raked repeatedly over my
engorged clitoris bringing howls of pleasure from my lips.
"OH FUCK YES! LICK MEEEEEEEE! STICK THAT TONGUE INTO ME! DO
IT! AAAAHHHH GAWD DAMN! MY CLIT! HARDER! HARDER! OOHHHH
FUCKKKK... I'M CUMMINGGGG...DON'T STOP... PLEASE... MORE...
MORE....MORE... MORE!!"
I came... hard! Howard didn't even pause. If anything, his
tongue applied even more pressure to my throbbing clitoris... his
fingers sank into my pulsing vagina, located my G-spot, and began
working it as they moved back and forth inside me. Less than a
minute later, my legs shot straight out... rigid... trembling,
my toes curling back. A wild scream filled the room... my scream
as I erupted in another, even stronger, orgasm.
My thrid climax followed very quickly... then a fourth.
"AAAAhhhhhh ... UNN-HUH! UNN-HUH! UNN-HUH! UNN-HUH!" I heard
myself squealing ... babbling incoherently. Juices poured from
my throbbing pussy. "Please... No... More... aaaahhh...
fuckkk.... stop... fuck me... Please... Fuck Meeee! NOW!"
I was still moaning, my body still thrashing, and my ass
hunching wildly as Howard moved away and began slowly removing
his clothes while watching me squirm. When he dropped his pants
and removed his briefs, the sight of his engorged and rampantly
throbbing prick had my pussy grinding frantically in the air a
foot above the table.
Howard scooped me up in his arms, carried me to the couch, and
dumped me onto my back. "Legs up, you sexy Slut. Show it to
me!" He didn't have to tell me twice. I had my legs up and
back almost as soon as my butt hit the couch.
"Can you see it, Darling?"
"Oh hell Yes!"
"Then fuck it... hard. Give it to me!"
Howard practically threw himself between my legs. His cock hit
my opening dead center on the first thrust driving all seven plus
inches of dick deep into my vagina. My husband was like a raging
bull fucking me with hard deep strokes until I shuddered in my
fourth orgasm.
Somehow, he held back his own climax and moved behind me into
spoon position. I lifted my left leg to give him full access and
once more hissed as his cock speared me, stretching my hole and
sinking balls deep into my pit.
"Jezzz... you're so fucking tight," he moaned. "It feels like
your pussy is trying to squeeze my dick off."
"That's what three months without a big cock in me will do,
Honey. Come on, Stud. Stretch your hot wife wide open and shoot
me full! Give it to me, Lover! Fuck me and fill me!" That was
all Howard could take. His orgasm just exploded. His buttocks
contracted hard shooting stream after stream of thick,
sperm-filled semen into my pussy. I almost managed to get off a
fifth time, but his softening cock slipped from my pussy before I
could climax.
Now it was my turn to eat him. Pushing him onto his back, I
devoured his tool and sucked. I wasn't surprised when he got
hard again within five minutes. After a few additional minutes
of having my lips sliding up and down his cock, he was hard as
iron.
When I pulled my mouth off Howard's shaft, it stood rigidly
erect, throbbing in the air. I heard myself groaning when I
mounted him reverse cowgirl and took his full length back into my
cunt.
The third or fourth time I let my pussy sink down his rod, my
fifth orgasm erupted.
"Ooohhh fuck... Can you feel my pussy throbbing, Honey? Can you
feel it?"
"Yes.... Oh fuck YES! You're cumming again, aren't you?"
"AAAAHHHHHHHHH... UNGGHH.... GGHHAAAAAAA!"
"Hot Bitch! Come on my dick!"
"ooohh yess... oohhh yesss... I'm cumming.... aaaahhhhh!!"
"Luscious fuck hole. Turn around... ride me cowgirl so I can
suck those big tits."
Swiveling my ass on his sex spike, I turned my body to face him.
Instantly, his hands captured both tits as his mouth sucked hard
on one nipple until it bulged outward. His teeth nipped it
bringing hot gasps of pleasure from me.
I was approaching my sixth orgasm when Howard gasped, "I'm about
to cum, Honey. Can't hold it much longer. Are you close?"
"Yes... yes... yess... please hold on... fuck me... please...
get me off... don't leave me hanging, Darling. Finish me!"
Howard's hands moved to my ass. They separated my ass cheeks,
and a moment later two fingers sank into my ass where they fucked
in counterpoint to his cock banging into my cunt. With the hot
double penetration, I didn't last a minute. When my pussy
convulsed in orgasm, my husband's load poured into me. The hot,
squishing sounds of a cock pumping a cum-filled vagina filled the
room and combined with the musky aroma of sex.
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The next was my first day at work after my three-month paid
leave. Needless to say, I didn't get any work done. Clay went
nearly berserk when he saw me. I had arrived at 8:05 AM and by
8:10 AM, Clay had me bent over his desk with my skirt up over my
ass and his cock buried in my cunt. Before lunch time arrived,
he had screwed me four times. When he wasn't fucking me, he had
me spread out on his desk eating my pussy or his cock was in my
mouth, or we were doing both in a 69 position.
We did stop for lunch... in a sense. We both had to eat with
one hand since my other hand was wrapped around his cock jacking
him off, and his other hand was between my thighs finger fucking
me. When he had finished about half of our food, neither of us
wanted to take any more time. As soon as we got back to Clay's
car, he got me in the back seat and fucked me with my legs
dancing wildly in the air. If his windows had not been tinted,
we would surely have been arrested for outraging public decency.
When we were in the elevator, I was squatting in front of him
sucking his cock. As I sucked, I had my legs open with Clay's
cum load dripping out of my pussy onto the elevator floor. We
both wondered if anyone later figured out what the milky fluid on
the floor was. The elevator stopped at our floor before I could
get him off, but as soon as we were back inside his office, he
had me riding his hard dick.
I was late getting home to Howard that evening, because it was
taking Clay a long time to shoot off his seventh load of the day.
I didn't mind in the least as his big dick felt great as it
rammed in and out of my asshole. Clay would bring me right to
the edge of an orgasm and then pull his dick out making me moan
and beg him to put it back in me.
"You have no idea how hot and erotic you look when your asshole
is gaping wide open... pulsing and begging for a cock."
"It is begging... put it back in me, Honey. I'm so close. Make
me cum, Lover."
He shoved his dick back up my ass bringing more gasps of
pleasure, but two strokes later, he pulled it out. Over and
over until I was cursing and screaming at him to fuck my ass and
let me cum. Finally, he did, but by the time he managed to shoot
in his seventh load, I was again all worked up. I knew that Clay
was finished for the day... so my randy husband would just have
to take care of my eager asshole tonight.
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Another Night on the Town:
For the rest of the week, we followed pretty much the same
pattern. During the day, Clay was banging me repeatedly. On
Wednesday, he and two of the firm's clients spent most of the day
inside my holes. Friday was a little different. The morning was
spent either on the couch or bent over Clay's desk. After lunch,
I went to the Hilton Inn and entertained three more of the firm's
best clients.
At night, my husband couldn't seem to get enough of his new
wife. I, of course, was loving every second of it.
On Saturday morning, I asked Howard if he would like to go out
again and watch me teasing and making out with another guy or
with him and another guy... whatever excited him the most.
"Do you think you can handle it now, Honey? I know how much
hearing about it turns you on. We could go out of town so there
would be essentially no chance that you would see anyone who you
know or who knows you. Interested?"
"Oh god, yes! That was so hot when we did it... at least up to
the point where I lost it and went nuts. But I promise that's
not going to happen again. We don't need to go out of town. If
I get nervous or stressed, I'll just go to the bar and have a
drink and wait for you to come get me... or something. I won't
create a scene like I did the last time."
"Do you want to pick the guy or do you want me to do that? I'm
happy either way."
"How would I pick the guy?"
"Well, Honey, with this new body and face, I suspect that there
will be a bunch of guys asking me to dance and flirting with me
any time you're away from the table. We can do it like we did
the last time. You can sit at the bar or a nearby table and
check out the guys trying to get into my panties. You just pick
the one you like the best and give me a signal. That's the guy
I'll pick."
"How far will you go?"
"How far to you want me to go? The last time, you wanted me to
go out to the parking lot with Norman and give him a blowjob, but
you didn't want me to let him fuck me. Have you changed your
mind? Want something different this time?"
"What if I wanted you to fuck him? Would you be pissed?"
I giggled, "Pissed? No. Fucked? Yes! Do you want to see or
hear about another man fucking me, Honey?"
"God, just talking about it like this has me hard... really
hard. But I don't know if I can handle it or not."
"If you can't, you can go to the bar, have a drink, and when
he's finished fucking me, I come get you and tell you all the hot
details while you sink your big cock into your wife's cum-filled
pussy. And if you can handle it, you can follow us to the
parking lot and watch him doing it to me."
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The following Saturday night, I dressed in a tight pale-green
sheathe, no stockings, but strappy four-inch black sandals. With
my new enhanced tits standing up like twin cannons, there was no
need for a bra, and I didn't wear one. The only thing I had to
decide was whether or not to wear panties. The sheathe was so
incredibly short, going without panties would certainly be erotic
as there would be no possible way I could avoid flashing my pussy
and ass repeatedly during the evening. As sensuous as those
thoughts were, I still decided to wear panties because Howard was
under so much stress, I was afraid that if he realized every
person in the room was staring at his wife's cunt, he would lose
it. In the end, I compromised by wearing crotchless panties.
As I expected, Howard got hard as stone as soon as he laid eyes
on me. "You look fantastic!" he gushed.
"Thank you, Honey. Think very many guys will hit on your wife
tonight? Are you ready for this, or do you want to call it off?"
"Just thinking about it has had me hard and excited for days. I
don't know if I can handle it or not, but I want to try. It's so
fucking hot! Are you excited?"
"Am I excited? You've got to be kidding me, Darling. My pussy
is a swamp. You're always telling you sometimes get so hot that
you feel like you might cum in your pants. Well, in my case, I
know I'm going to get so hot when all those guys start hitting on
me and feeling me up, I will cum in my panties. Just watch
closely, and I'm sure you'll be able to tell when your wife has
an orgasm."
"Where are we going to go, Karla? Back to the same club as we
visited the last time?"
"No. That was pretty stressful for you, Honey. There's a real
estate convention going on at the Marriott Inn, and there's
always a lot of sexy married guys out of town without their wives
who are looking to score. They're more up-scale than the guys at
the night club so I thought we might hit the hospitality suite
and see what happens."
"But how are we going to get in? They conferees always wear
badges."
"Yeah, but a lot of them forget them, and they rarely check.
Besides, anyone who sees me in this sheathe is going to think I'm
part of the entertainment for the conferees. No one's going to
stop us. So just relax."
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Everything went exactly as I thought it would. When we got to
the Marriott Inn, Howard and I walked up to one of the guys
attending the convention, and I said, "Hi, Honey. I'm looking
for the hospitality suite for the real estate convention. Can
you tell what room of the hotel it's in. I was told, but as
usual, I've forgotten," I said with a sly smile as my tongue
flicked briefly over my lip.
The guy never had a chance. He couldn't stop starting at my
half-exposed 38DD tits and my hot legs. There was never any
doubt in his mind that I was a paid escort for the benefit of the
conferees. I could even hear his thoughts weighing his chances
to get into me before the evening was over.
"Sure. No problem. I'm Sam... Sam Haskell form Denver. The
hospitality suite is actually two adjoining suites along with
single rooms up and down the floor. It's on the 12 floor...
Rooms 1215 and 1217. Hope to see you there... eh... eh.."
"Karla. You can call me Karla, Honey. Am I'm sure you'll see
me there... probably you'll see a lot of me." I winked, took
Howard's arm, and we walked toward the elevators.
As soon as we entered the two, huge and adjoining hospitality
suites, I saw that the room was filled with a large number of
men. There were a few women wearing wedding rings who looked
like that were probably married to one of the conferees, but most
of the women looked more like escorts than wives. I'm sure all
the men thought that I was also from an escort service.
"Ok, Honey. Shall we get started? Are you going to sit with me
or wait at the bar and just watch? Either way is fine with me."
"I'll sit with you, but let's pretend that I'm not your husband.
I'm just a guy trying to pick you up."
"Sounds like a plan. How are you going to let me know which guy
you want to me seduce?"
"How about I ask if you've ever been to a real estate convention
before. When I ask that, the guy you're currently flirting with
is the guy. Ok?"
"Perfect. Let's go to the complementary bar and get ourselves a
drink, and then pick out a table."
After getting our drinks, I selected a large couch in one of the
rooms off the main hospitality area. I was obviously a bedroom,
but the bed had been removed to make room for more tables and
couches. Across the room, two men were chatting with a sexy
blonde whose skirt covered no more than my dress and whose tits
were almost as big as mine. Although the trio were all fully
dressed, one of the men was caressing one of the blonde's legs
above her knee while the second guy was doing her other leg.
It didn't take more than five minutes before two other men had
joined us. "Hi. I'm Todd Franks from Miami. Can I join you?"
"Sure. Why not? It is a hospitality suite. I'm Karla and this
handsome guy told me his name is Howard. Where did you say you
were from, Howard?"
"I didn't say," my husband ad libbed and then added, "but I'm
from Big D... Dallas to non-Texans."
"You don't have to tell me that, Howard. I'm pretty well
acquainted with most of the big ones. How about you?" I asked
turning to the guy who was sitting immediately opposite me.
"Greg Tomlin... from Omaha. I hope you don't mind my saying
this, but you're just drop-dead gorgeous. I'm mean awesome. Not
another woman in the place is in your class, Karla."
"Mmmmmm... you do know what to say to a girl, Honey."
"Always," he whispered as he took my hand, kissed it... then let
his tongue caress it. My pussy twitched as I crossed my legs.
Instantly, my short skirt rode up high on my thigh exposing
almost all of my leg.
For 10 minutes or so, the four of us made small talk that was
filled with sexual references and double entendres. Actually, it
was more like three of us talking because Howard said very
little. Occasionally, I would glance at his crotch and was
always pleased to see that he was hard... very hard.
At this point, Todd whispered hotly, "I've just got to kiss you
and feel those huge tits." He pulled me closer and when I put up
no resistance, his lips captured mine as his hand moved to my
tits. For a moment, I held his hand in mine preventing him from
getting to my breasts. He was having none of that. Extracting
his hand, he quickly found out that I wasn't wearing a bra.
"Oh fuck! No bra. Unbelievable! How can these huge tits stand
out like cannons with no bra. Jesus! What a rack!"
I wasn't surprised when I felt Todd's hand on my bare thigh. I
made no move to resist when the hand moved a little higher on
thigh. "Uncross your legs, Karla," he said softly, but firmly.
I uncrossed my legs, but kept them close together. As Todd's
hand explored my bare thigh, I leaned closer to Howard and
whispered, "Todd's got his hand on my thigh, and he's moving it
higher. I think he wants to get under my dress, Honey."
Howard just smiled and nodded. When I turned my attention back
to Todd and Greg, I sat up a little straighter and relaxed my
legs slightly allowing them to part just a little. Greg was in
perfect position to look right up my short skirt, and Todd's hand
slid up the inside of my thigh, gently squeezing me as he moved
closer to my pussy.
Suddenly, Howard spoke. "My god! Look over there," he said
indicating the couch on the opposite side of the room where the
two conferees were working on the blonde. She was now kneeling
in front of the couch with her blouse up over her tits, and
either she had come to the party braless or one of the guys had
removed her bra because she was taking the cock of one of the men
between her large, naked tits. She was holding her breasts
tightly around the man's shaft as he vigorously tit fucked her.
"Man! That's hot!" Greg said excitedly.
"I bet you would be an awesome tit fuck with that huge rack,
Karla. You're even bigger than the blonde."
"How do you, Honey? You've haven't seen mine yet."
"Not yet, but I've got a lot of experience judging racks, and
yours looks awesome."
My only reply was a broad grin, but I felt my body tremble and
tingle like an electrical current was flowing through me. Todd's
hand was driving me crazy. When Greg came around the table in
front of our couch, he sat down between me and Howard forcing my
husband to move further to the side. As soon as Greg's hand
began sliding over my other leg, I felt them parting, almost of
their own accord, in response to the aggressive males working on
me.
The men were in no rush. Their finger tips were sliding up and
down my inner thighs now working closer and closer to my pussy.
I leaned back and glanced at Howard. His eyes were glued to the
male hands on my thighs while his hand was squeezing his now very
sizable erection.
Across the room, we heard one of the men moan. The blonde was
now standing in front of the couch bent over at the waist. Her
panties had been pulled down around her calves and her skirt
pushed up over her ass so that her cunt was completely exposed.
She had apparently managed to get the men out of their pants and
was now sucking a very large, hard cock while the other man
watched and jacked off.
With the erotic sight of the blonde openly sucking cock with her
ass and pussy totally exposed and thrust right at us, I was
virtually certain that Greg and Todd were now hard. Their hands
moved even more insistently on my thighs gradually pulling me
open to give them more access.
When Greg's hand reached my pussy and encountered my crotchless,
and thoroughly soaked panties, his fingers easily slipped through
the opening and touched the wet lips of my pussy. Automatically,
I groaned and arched my hips. As my ass rose higher, Greg's
fingers cleaved my slit and moved upward to my swollen clit. As
soon as he began rubbing it, I hissed with hot female pleasure.
"OOOhhhh god yes! That feels so good. More, Baby. More!"
"What's he doing?" my husband asked.
"Ohhhh fuck, Baby. He's right on my clit... AAAHHHH.... ooohhh
do it... DO IT!"
I moaned even louder when Todd's fingers entered my pussy and
began working my G-spot and finger fucking me. Greg's and Todd's
fingers were touching inside my pussy as they worked in
concert... Greg on my clit... Todd up my cunt on my G-spot. I
felt myself scooting down, moving my ass to the edge of the couch
to sink more of their fingers inside my cunt. My husband was
openly stroking his cock now as he stared at my wide open legs
and the two hands working in my pussy.
Even though the men on the other couch were watching, with four
fingers from two hands parting my pussy lips, working my clit,
and G-spot as well as finger fucking me, I couldn't keep from
cumming.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... AAAHHHHHHH!! UUNNGGH!!
UN-HUH... UN-HUH... OH OH... I'M CUMMING.... AAAAHHHHH FUCK
IT... FUCK IT!"
Greg and Todd continued stroking my erupting clit and vagina
forcing my ass to hump and hunch wildly. When they finally moved
away and allowed my climax to abate, my legs were wide open and
my pussy throbbing.
With both men having worked together to make me cum, I wondered
which of the two Howard was going to pick. Regardless of which
one he chose, I didn't see how I could possibly get rid of the
other man at this point. It was obvious that both of these hot
studs fully intended to fuck me.
If I had had any doubts, they were erased when Greg said, "I
think it's time we took this hot slut into one of the private
rooms down the hall and fuck her."
My thoughts and Todd's reply were interrupted by the passionate
screams of the blonde on the other couch. One of her guys now
had her on her back with her knees pressed back against her tits.
He was ramming his thick cock into her upturned cunt hole while
he held her thighs to keep her pussy in fucking position. She
groaned and hissed each time the thick shaft entered her. When
it thudded into the bottom of her pussy, she grunted and her toes
curled back.
Howard now leaned over, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me
passionately.
"Which one?" I hissed into his open mouth."
"Both. Do them both in one of the private rooms."
"You know what's going to happen, don't you, if I let them take
me to one of the private rooms. They're both going to fuck your
wife."
"I'm sure they will."
"And, Howard, you're sure about this?"
"Not really. I think they know I'm your husband, and that is
really stressing me out."
"Why?"
"They think I'm a wimp."
"The only thing they're thinking about is fucking me, Honey.
Relax. Watch and enjoy and fuck me after they finish."
The blonde on the couch was now grunting and gurgling as her
body thrashed wildly. The two men had her stretched out with her
head tilted back. One cock was balls deep down her throat and
the other dick was pounding her cunt equally deep.
"Are they going to fuck you like that?" Howard asked.
"Probably... or maybe cunt and ass."
"Oh god."
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As soon as the four of us were inside one of the private rooms,
I found myself kneeling between the two men sucking one of their
big cocks and then the other one... back and forth. As I sucked,
I took my mouth off Todd's cock and moaned, "You can shoot in my
mouth if you want to. I'll swallow... I promise."
"Very tempting offer, Greg grinned, but my load's going up your
hot cunt, Baby. How about you, Todd?'
"I think I'll use her ass. You like it in the ass, Karla?"
"Yesss...yessss... any hole, Lover. Any hole."
At first, Greg and Todd took turns fucking me. One would fuck
while the other one jacked off and waited his turn inside one of
my holes. Greg was the first to screw me. He sat in a straight
chair and had me ride his cock. As soon as he had it buried up
my pussy, I began to cum. As he pulled me down on his shaft and
thrust upward at the same time, my entire body vibrated over the
hot sensations caused by his big dick slamming into my cervix.
After Greg had unloaded inside my cunt, it was Todd's turn. As
he had said, he intended to use my ass for his first load. He
laid me down on my side and moved behind me into spoon position.
As I raised my legs and felt him probing for my opening, I
noticed that Howard was no longer in the room.
"Where's Howard?" I asked
"Who knows. He left while you were riding my cock. Any
problems?
"No. I was just ... GGGHHAAAAAAAA... UUNNGHHH... OOOH GAWD! Go
easy with that thing, Lover. You're big. Really big. Give a
girl's ass a chance to stretch and get used to that big dick."
"Sorry. Didn't mean to hurt you. You're just so drop-dead
gorgeous, it's hard not to ram you hard. Let me know when you're
ready for more dick."
We spent five minutes working Todd's thick tool into my ass.
Finally, he was all the way inside me. Then, he began fucking me
with slow deep strokes until he had me howling with pleasure. He
speeded up, and I came hard. His fingers moved around my hips
to my clit, and I came again... very quickly. When he finally
filled my ass with his load, I came for a third time.
After I had sucked them hard again, they began double teaming
me... first it was mouth and cunt... then mouth and ass...
finally, I was getting it cunt and ass. That gave me multiple,
intense orgasms.
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After Todd and Greg had each put three loads into me, they were
exhausted and I needed to find my husband. I had my sheathe and
panties back on before either man was dressed. As soon as I was
dressed, I began searching the two hospitality suites trying to
find Howard.
After a near frantic 10 minute search, I finally saw my husband
sitting at the bar in the second hospitality suite. I heard
myself exhale in relief when I found him.
"Where did you go?" I asked when I sat down beside him.
"I'm sorry. I was really enjoying it. I couldn't believe how
hard it got me."
"I know. I saw your cock throbbing inside your pants. So why
did you suddenly leave?"
"I was Ok until we went to that private room. While you were
riding Greg's cock, and Todd was waiting his turn to fuck your
ass, I saw him smirking at me. I tried to ignore him like you
said, but then he asked me, 'Does Karla ever let a wimp like you
fuck her or do you just watch and jack off?' I just couldn't
take that, so I had to leave."
"That degraded son-of-a-bitch!" I shouted. "I wish you had told
me what he had said to you. I would have left the bastard with
the worse case of blue balls he's had in his life. I'm really
sorry he ruined it for you, Darling. Would you like to fuck me
right here... right in front of everyone. I'll spread for you
anytime, Howard. Come on. There's an empty couch. Let's fuck!"
I could see my husband's cock getting hard again, and I grabbed
his hand and started to lead him over to the couch, but he
stopped me. "What's wrong? I know you want to fuck me. I can
see that big hard-on in your pants, Lover. Come on. Fuck your
slutty wife's ass off, Baby."
"I'd like to try one more time, Honey. Can we?"
"Of course, but it seems to cause you a lot more pain than
pleasure, Darling, and I hate it when what's supposed to be fun
for both of us turns out so badly for you."
"I think this time might be different. Do you see the guy who
was sitting beside me at the bar?"
"You mean that black guy?"
"Yeah. His name is Joseph. He asked me to call him Joe."
"What about him?"
"He's embarrassed about the size of his cock. Says it's only 6
inches."
"So what? That's average. Not every guy can have your 7 thick
inches of dick, Baby."
"That's what I told him, but he said a white guy with 6 inches
is considered average, but a black guy with 6 inches is a
disappointment to every white woman on the planet. He says every
time he tries to make it with a white chick, they turn him down
when they see he's not as big as their husband."
"He's never had white pussy?"
"Nope. Never. I'm sure he wouldn't be smirking at me if we had
a threesome. He could do you while I watch, and then I could
have sloppy seconds. Would you mind? He's not as big as the two
guys you've already had."
"Maybe not, but after what Todd said to you, I'd rather have Joe
any day. Come on."
I led my husband back to the bar and took a seat between him and
Joe. "Hi, Joe. I'm Karla. I'm Howard's wife."
"You're fucking with me, right? You look hotter than any porn
star I've ever seen. Are you really Howard's wife?"
"Honey, show Joe your driver's license." As Howard handed him
his license, I held mine out to him. He checked the names and
the address and shook his head.
"Man! You are the luckiest honky on the planet. If I could be
you for just one night, I'd be willing to die the next day."
"Wow. That's an awfully nice thing to say, Joe. Probably one
the nicest things any guy has ever said to me."
"I mean it, Karla. Really."
"I believe you, but it's really not necessary for you to die
just because you fuck me. My husband says you've never had white
pussy. Is that right?"
"Yeah. He tell you why?"
"He did, and six inches is all I need to make me cum hard. And
with a guy like you who's getting his first piece of white ass,
I'll probably cum at least twice before you pump your first load
into me... and then who knows how many times I'll get off while
you're shooting in the second and third loads. Jerking up my
short dress, I spread my legs and let him see my naked cunt.
"How about it, Joe? Wanna fuck my hot cunt?"
"Hell YES!"
"One condition. My husband gets to watch and screw me while
you're recovering. Back and forth, as many times as the two of
you can get it up."
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As soon as we had located a vacant private room, I stripped off
my dress leaving me naked as Greg had kept my panties for a
souvenir. Mounting the table, I posed for my two studs with one
knee steepled and my other one flat on the table. The position
spread me wide open.
As soon as the men had dropped their pants, I saw two
fantastically rigid cocks, standing almost vertical and leaking
fluids like a broken faucet. "Oh fuck! Those are two beautiful
cocks... hard as rocks. Come on over here and fuck the shit out
of me with thing, Joe."
I didn't have to ask him twice. He pushed me onto my back, and
I pulled my legs up and spread wide for him. Mounting me, I
wrapped my hand around his dick and guided it into his first
white cunt.
"AAAahhhhhhhhhhhh...!!" we both groaned as his dick sank balls
deep into me. He hit into me hard.
"UNGGHH! YESSS... YESSS... LIKE THAT, STUD. FUCK THAT WHITE
CUNT, BABY. GIVE ME THAT BIG BLACK DICK! OH GAWD DAMN... I'M
CUMMING!! FUCK IT HARD, STUD. AAAHHHHHH... OOHHHHH...
UUNNNNNNN!!"
Even though Joe as so turned on and wired that he could only
last a few minutes, that was more than enough to give me a second
climax.
"Damn, Woman. I can feel your cunt throbbing on my johnson.
You like my black dick?
"Stop talking and fuck me, you hot bastard. Slam that meat into
meeeeeeee!" Joe came almost immediately.
"Oh shit... I didn't want to cum that fast," he moaned.
"Don't worry about it, Baby. I got off twice, and by the time
my husband fucks me, you'll be hard again."
Joe moved away, but I kept my legs up and back for my husband.
He moved between my thighs, but before entering me, he stopped to
stare at my gaping hole with Joe's load streaming out of me.
"Like seeing your fresh fucked wife, Honey?"
"God. I love it. Can't wait to get into you."
"Then don't wait. Fuck me. FUCK ME HARD!" As soon as I felt
Howard's iron-hard cock slugging into me, I knew that this time
it was going to work. He wasn't going to be stressed out and
feel humiliated. If I had any doubts, the pounding he was giving
me quickly made me forget every thing else except how hard I was
cumming.
I had gotten off two more times before my husband spewed a huge
load into my already spermy cunt. As his strokes slowed, I
called out to Joe. "Are you hard again, Honey? Ready to have me
ride that black cunt spike, Lover. You can suck my tits while I
ride you. Come on. Hurry up. I want that dick back inside my
white cunt hole."
As I expected, my dirty words had Joe rigid again. Swinging a
leg over him, I lowered my pussy onto his cock. He sank into me
easily and immediately began fucking me hard and fast. I knew
this time he would last a lot longer.
It was almost two hours before we left that room. Both men had
fucked me four times and both men had put loads into both my
pussy and my ass. On the drive home, Howard was ecstatic. He
couldn't stop telling me how much he loved it, and how fantastic
a wife I was. He was hard again before we were halfway home...
probably due to the fact that I was jacking his cock and telling
him how good it was for me.
When Howard pulled into our garage, I didn't make it into the
house. He caught me as I climbed from the car, bent me over the
trunk, shoved up my dress and nailed his dick into my pussy. I
came twice before I got yet another cum load inside my vagina. I
thought that was the end of the sex for the evening, but again I
was wrong. Howard screwed me once more before we fell into an
exhausted sleep.
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Solving Hubby's Problem:
Even though Howard had performed magnificently with Joe, I knew
it wasn't going to work out like that most of the time. With the
vast majority of men, Howard was always going to feel stressed
and often humiliated. Yet, he loved it and so did I when he
wasn't humiliated.
Once I thought about the problem, I knew what the solution was,
and best of all, with the bonus money we had from the lawsuit, we
had plenty of money to make the solution a reality. It took
about three weeks to get all the work done and another week to
get all the equipment in place.
At dinner on Thursday evening, I asked Howard if he wanted to
give our plan its initiation this Saturday night?
"I'd love to. Are you sure, you're Ok with this?"
"More than just Ok. I'm going to love it as much as you will."
"Who's it going to be?"
"How would you like it to be the Senior partner of our law
firm... my boss, Mr. Clay Morrison?"
"You think he'd go for it with the possibility of a sexual
harassment suit?"
I lowered my dress to expose both tits. Howard stared and
stared even harder when I pulled up my dress and spread my legs
for him. "Wouldn't you be interested if you were Morrison,
Honey?"
"Oh hell yes!"
"I think he will be too. He's been flirting with me for months.
Of course, he hasn't gotten past first base, but this Saturday,
I'll tell him you're out of town and he's going to get lucky.
I'll invite him over at 9 PM."
"Will he spend the night?"
"I doubt it unless his wife's out of town, but if he does, we
wont' have a problem, right?"
"Right."
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As I had expected, Clay arrived at 9 PM almost on the dot. When
the doorbell rang, I cast a glance up at our loft overhanging our
den where my husband was hiding. I gave him a "thumb's up" sign
and blew him a kiss before calling out, "The door's open, Honey.
Come on in. Your dinner is hot and waiting for you."
Even with my invitation, Morrison opened our door tentatively
and stepped inside. Then, he saw me waiting for him wearing
nothing but a black mesh, see-through negligee and heels. The
stretchy material of my negligee molded my body like a second
skin, and though it came all the way up to my neck, it concealed
nothing. The mesh exposed every inch of my tits, nipples, and
pussy.
"Gawd Damn! You look fabulously hot sexy, Karla. If I were
your husband there's no way I would leave you alone for an
evening. You did say he's out of town for the day, didn't you?"
"Yep! All day... and all night. Got any ideas as to how we can
pass the time, Mr. Morrison?"
"That's they sexiest outfit I think I've ever seen on a woman.
Jezzzz!!"
"Get you hard, Honey?"
"Like stone. Lets see those big tits of yours."
"You're looking at them. You can see right through this thing
I'm wearing."
"Yeah. But I want them out... naked."
"Like this, Honey?" I asked as I unzipped and pulled my top
down.
Clay's answer was to unzip his pants and began stroking his big
cock. "Oh fuck yes! God! What a rack you've got, Karla!"
"Look who's talking, Stud. Just look at the size of that huge
dick! God. I want that... in me!"
Of course, I knew exactly how big Clay's dick was... I should.
It has been in me probably a 100 times, but I wanted to excite my
husband by letting know how eager I was for Morrison to fuck me.
"Turn around! Show me your hot ass!"
"Do you always order women around like this?" I whispered as I
slowly turned my back toward Clay and bent seductively over the
table. As I did so, I arched my back and thrust my ass toward
him.
"Only women I'm going to be fucking soon. Jesus! Your ass is
as hot and sexy as your big tits."
"I don't think that huge dick will fit inside my ass, Mr.
Morrison," I whispered even though Morrison's cock had stretched
my ass many times.
"I'll go slow, Karla. You'll love it. Now. Get naked. But
leave the heels on. I like my women to be wearing heels when I
fuck them."
It took much longer to get my mesh outfit over my hips and down
my legs than it had taken just to pull it below my tits. But
finally, I stepped out of the garment, picked it up off the floor
being certain to bend over and give the men a clear view of my
sex holes from behind.
"I need to fuck you, Karla. If I don't get into you soon, I may
shoot all over your carpet."
"I'm ready when you are, Lover."
"On the couch?"
"Of course not. Let's go to my bedroom. Don't your want to
fuck me in my husband's bed?"
"Oh hell YES!"
"Then let's go, Baby." When I started up the stairs, I stopped
and wiggled my butt at Clay. As I had expected, he quickly
covered it with his hand. A moment after that, I groaned as two
fingers sank into my cunt at almost the same time as his thumb
pressed into my anus.
"AAaahhhhh fuck... uummmm.... ooohhh.. yesss..."
"Come on, Karla," he urged as he led me toward my bedroom with
his fingers in both of my holes.
By the time we reached our bedroom, I knew Howard was now in the
our secret adjoining room with the video and audio pickups on. I
was certain that he was watching us through the one-way mirror
over my vanity table. Stepping close to the mirror as if to
adjust my hair, I puckered my lips in a silent kiss and winked at
my husband. I also cupped both tits as if I were examining their
reflection.
"Let me do that for you, Honey," Clay moaned as he moved behind
me, circled my chest with his arms and replaced my hands with his
own.
"Aaaahh... I love feeling your powerful hands on my tits, Lover.
Heft them, Baby. Move them closer to the mirror... Oh yess...
like that. MMmmmmm... Touch my nipples to the glass, Honey. Put
a nipple print on the glass. AAaahhhhhhh!"
As my nipples touched the cool surface of the mirror, I just
knew my husband was kissing them through the glass on the other
side. The erotic thought was interrupted by the pressure of
Clay's naked cock against the opening to my cunt.
"AAahhhhh fuck! You feel so damn big! Are you going to fuck me
or just tease me with that big dick?"
"Bend forward, Slut. I'm going to fuck that hot hole so I can
watch the reflection of your face when your cunt gets 8 inches of
man meat rammed in balls deep."
As soon as I bent over, the crown of Clay's cock cleaved my sex
slit, stretched me open, and entered my waiting hole.
"AAAaahhhhhh fuckkkk.... It's going innnnnnnnnnnnnnn....
uunnnthhh... give it to meeeeeeeeeee!"
"Do you like my big cock up your hot pussy, Karla?"
"I love it! Do it to me, Baby. Sink that thing into my cunt!"
I wailed, not only for Clay's benefit but also for my husband's
whom I knew was listening to every word. He was also watching
all the action, not only through the one-way mirror, but also on
all the video pickups hidden in the room. I knew my sexy husband
probably had one of them zoomed on my cunt and Clay's big dick as
it disappeared into my throbbing hole.
"Ohhhh yesss... pound me, Stud! POUND MEEEEE! HARD! HARDER,
DAMN YOU! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Morrison spent three hours in my bedroom before he had to leave
around midnight because his wife was expecting him home from his
"poker game". During at last two of those three hours, he had
his cock in either my mouth, my cunt, or my ass. I had ridden
his cock cowgirl and reverse cowgirl having several orgasms in
each position. Of course, he had fucked me missionary several
times during the evening. Just before he had to leave, he gave
it to me in doggy position.
He was getting dressed to leave as I lay naked on the bed with
my legs open and his semen sliding out of my pussy. Grinning at
him, I asked, "Tell me, Honey... what are you going to do if your
wife wants sex when get home?"
"She never wants sex this late."
"But what if she does... there's no way in hell you can get it
up again. What are you going to do?"
"I'll just do what you women always do... tell her I have a
headache. Don't get up. I can find my own way out. I loved it,
Karla. Hope I get the chance to do this again some time... like
when Howard's out of town again."
I continued to lie on the bed with my legs wide open. When I
heard the front door open and close, I held my breath hoping that
our secret room had solved my husband's stress and humiliation
problem. I got my answer a minute later when Howard came in,
stark naked and with a huge, throbbing erection.
Without a word, he got on the bed, mounted me, and rammed his
cock into my wet, slippery hole. My legs flew up and back as I
howled with delight.
"God damn! You're HARD! Like a fucking stone! Jesus!
UUNNGHH! POUND IT, STUD. POUND MY CUNT! GGGHHAAAAAAAAA... My
god... didn't you jack off while you watched?"
"UGH! UGH! UGH! HELL NO! AAAHHH... TAKE IT... OOOHHH
SQUEEZE MY COCK, YOU HOT SLUT! I didn't want to jack off. I
wanted to fuck you!"
"OH FUCK YES! GIVE IT TO ME, BABY. HARD!"
Somehow my husband managed to control his ejaculation until he
had gotten me off twice. Then he grunted, shoved two fingers
into my semen-filled and stretched asshole, and emptied his balls
deep inside my pussy. It seemed to me like he continued to shoot
volley after volley for almost a minute.
My legs fell away from his hips to the bed, but Howard's cock
didn't seem to lose any of its hardness. "God! I've created a
monster with that secret room," I thought. Before I even
realized what was happening, he had turned me onto my side and
was squatting over me driving his sex spike into me like an
out-of-control jack hammer.
"Oh Baby! Ram it into me... Harder.. aaaahhh... oohhhhh...
yesss... fuck meeeeeee!! Fuck Me Hard!"
Again, I came several times before I felt my husband drive his
rod deep into my pussy, hold it there right against my womb, and
begin spewing several more streams of semen right into the
opening. This time, his cock finally did lose some of its
rigidity, but not all.
When he pulled his shaft out of my vagina, he rolled onto his
back and gave me a two-word, no-nonsense order: "SUCK IT!!"
I was hissing with female pleasure when I scrambled onto his
body, took possession of his dick with one hand, and engulfed the
head and four more inches with my mouth. Almost instantly, I
could feel him regaining his erection. Just feeling him
throbbing inside my mouth was going to make me climax.
"Finger your clit, Karla. Make yourself cum while you suck me!"
he ordered.
I was sucking his entire length down my throat when I drove
three fingers into my cum-drenched pussy. I came almost
immediately, and was close to another orgasm when Howard jerked
his cock out of my mouth and this time gave me just a one-word
order.
"MOUNT!!"
As soon was I had straddled his thighs, he grasped my buttocks,
held me in position, and drove his cock into me with hard,
masculine authority. I exploded in another screaming orgasm.
Howard's cock stretched me even wider than Morrison's had. He
wasn't as long as Clay, but he was thicker, and I was going crazy
on my husband's rampant cock.
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After that first night with Clay, we used our secret room once
or twice a week. Three weeks after he had watched Morrison
fucking me, he relaxed in the large lounge chair in our secret
room and watched as two black studs serviced me. When they left
around 11 PM, Howard was a wild man. It was 4 AM before he let
me go to sleep, and even then, his cock was still inside my
pussy. It was soft, but I knew it wouldn't be long before Howard
would be fucking me again.
At the start of the second month, my husband and I were talking
about all the hot sex that we had enjoyed in our bedroom and our
secret room when he suddenly said, "You know, this really isn't
fair to you."
"What are you talking about? What's not fair to me?"
"I'm always the one who gets to enjoy the secret room. I get to
watch the sex from every possible angle on all the videos getting
hotter and hotter until your lover or lovers leave, and then I
get the hottest sex on the planet. So far, you haven't gotten to
use the secret room at all. This next Saturday, that's going to
change."
"Oh? Really? How's that?" I asked more than a little
surprised.
"I've got a date with Ann Miller... your best friend. I've told
you that you'll be visiting your sister. I also told her that
I've wanted to fuck her for years. So, next Saturday when her
husband goes out for his bowling league and his night with the
boys, she coming over here, and I'm going to fuck her sexy brains
out. And you, my sexy, hot wife are going to be in the secret
room watching."
"Are you telling me that you never fucked Ann the entire three
months I was gone?"
"Don't be naive, Karla. Of course I fucked her. Usually three
or four times a week, but you didn't get to watch. Now you
will."
"Oh my god! I've fantasized about watching you fuck that slut
for ages. Ohhhh god... I'm getting wet just thinking about it.
I need to be fucked, Honey. Now. Please."
"When I finish. Before Ann leaves next Saturday night, I'm
going to ask her if she would like to have a threesome with you
and me. You won't get to watch from our secret room that night,
but I'm going to enjoy fucking the two hottest women on the
planet in every one of their hot holes."
"You dirty, depraved Bastard! Fucking my best friend... then
fucking me... back and forth... that big, thick cock stretching
our holes. That's so fucking hot!"
"GET NAKED. NOW! LEAVE THE HEELS ON!"
"Oh god, Yes!" My clothes flew in all directions. My naked
body shuddered when my husband pushed two fingers into my
slippery pussy and led me to our bedroom pulling me along behind
him by my cunt. Once inside our bedroom, I was ordered to lie on
my back, arms up over my head, with my legs up, straight out, and
spread wide.
When Howard was satisfied with my positioning, he asked, "What
do you want?"
"Your cock... in me... fucking me!"
"In your cunt?"
"Yes!"
"Or maybe in your ass hole?
"YES! Any hole. Just put it in me!"
"I going to fuck both of your holes... all night!"
"OOOhhhhh god.... I'm cumminggg!!"
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