Pandora's Box
by RLM
The Beginning:
Brice Bartel sat at the bar nursing his fourth Bourbon and
water on the rocks. "How in hell did this all happen?" he
thought to himself. In the back of his mind, he felt that he
should have seen it coming... that somehow, somewhere there must
have been a clue, a tip-off, but try as he might, he couldn't
think of anything. It had all just seemed to come out of
nowhere. One day, every thing was just great... the next day, it
was all garbage. He still didn't have the slightest idea what he
was going to do. Maybe if he went over every thing from the
beginning, he could figure it out. "Let's see now, " he thought,
"I first asked Sharla for a date at that party four years ago..."
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Sharla Caron had just turned twenty-one the night she and her
friend, Bev Appleton, went to that faithful party with their
dates. It was just Sharla's third date with Cory, and he was
already trying to persuade her to have sex with him. She thought
he was a nice looking guy and was contemplating sleeping with
him, but so far, he hadn't gotten lucky with her. She smiled
wondering if his luck would be better after the party tonight.
Cory danced with her a couple of times, but since he wasn't
much of a dancer, they quickly ended up off in one corner of the
room with Cory talking to another guy about the upcoming football
game that would decide whether or not their college won the
conference championship. Sharla had even less interest in
football than Cory had in dancing. So, after a short time, she
excused herself, ostensibly to go to the ladies room.
As she mingled with the crowd, stopping occasionally to chat
with one of her friends, she noticed a guy standing alone out on
the patio. Even from a distance, he looked ruggedly handsome
with a dark complexion, wavy dark hair, and a beautifully built,
masculine body. His T-shirt molded his chest and looked as if it
might rip open if he were to flex his pecs or biceps. His tight
pants revealed an incredibly slim waist and tight butt.
Aside from his appearance, the thing that drew Sharla's
attention was the fact that he was alone. With all the single
women present, that seemed almost weird. As she watched, a sexy
looking blonde approached him. They chatted for short while, and
Sharla saw the man smile but shake his head. The blonde's face
took on a pout, and she tugged on his arm, but he shook his head
again. Finally, she gave up and left. It was obvious that she
had tried to interest him without success.
Now intrigued, Sharla continued to watch. The man was leaning
against the railing around the patio, seeming to stare out over
the expanse of the lake. The scene was beautiful with the full
moon's light reflecting off the water's swells. A brunette
approached him but had no more luck than the blonde had had.
Perhaps he's gay, Sharla thought. She was surprised to find
herself hoping that he wasn't.
She was also surprised to find herself walking out onto the
patio. She had no idea what she intended to do. All she knew
was that the man excited her, so much so that she felt almost
like a moth being drawn toward the light. Moving up to the
railing, she stood staring out at the lake, off to the man's
right side.
"Beautiful, isn't it," she said, without looking at him.
"Very," came the response.
"Do you like the water?" she asked.
"Yes, but mostly I like beautiful things. They make me feel
good to be around them."
"I've been watching you," Sharla confessed.
"I know. I saw you."
Sharla felt her face flush. "Now, I'm embarrassed. A lot. I
thought I was being so discreet. How did you know?"
"I could tell you that I'm a psychic, but the truth is that I
saw your reflection in the open glass doors of the patio."
For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. "If you like
beautiful things, why didn't you go dance with the blonde or the
brunette who approached you? They're beautiful."
"Because I always try for the most beautiful thing."
"You mean the lake?"
"No, not the lake or the moonlight on it. They're beautiful,
but there's no way to possess a lake or the moonlight. They're
beyond reach."
"What then?"
"You."
Sharla felt a gush of wetness between her thighs caused by that
one word. She tried to ignore it. "Well, thank you. That's a
very nice thing to say. But you've hardly looked at me. In
fact, except for my reflection, you haven't even looked directly
at me yet."
"You reflection was all I needed to see. But, just to be
certain..."
The man turned to face her. His rugged, strong chin, dark
eyebrows, piercing brown eyes, the shadow of his beard, and his
smile had Sharla mesmerized.
"Yes... yes. Just as I thought."
"What?" she asked, surprised to find her voice not much more
than a whisper.
"You're gorgeous. Even more so than I thought. Are you
serious about your boyfriend?"
Sharla felt the wetness between her thighs increasing. "Not
really. It's just my third date with him."
"Good."
"Why good?"
"Because I want you. Dinner tomorrow night? Say yes!"
"Yes!"
"Wonderful! Now that that's settled, I'm Brice, Brice Bartel,
and you are?"
"Sharla, Sharla Caron. I'm pleased to meet you, Brice.
Brice laughed, and Sharla liked his laugh too. Taking out a
notepad from her handbag, she quickly jotted down her telephone
number and her address. "Here, you'll need this tomorrow
evening. What time?"
"7:30 PM."
"I'll be ready."
"I hope so," Brice commented.
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The next afternoon, Sharla took two hours to prepare for her
first date with Brice. After bathing and soaking for 30 minutes,
she carefully shaved her arms and beneath them, her legs, and
finally, her pussy. Later, at her dresser, she brushed her long,
dark hair until it was lustrous. Afterwards, she set it so that
it fell in soft waves over her shoulders. It took her 30 minutes
to get her eyes the way she wanted them. When she finished, her
eyes alone were enough to turn male heads. Her full lips were
carefully covered with a dark red lip gloss. A light touch of
rouge was added to her cheeks.
Surveying the results in the mirror, Sharla was pleased with
what she saw. She knew her large, firm, natural breasts were
gorgeous. They looked even larger because of her slim waist
line. She thought her ass was too large, but was well aware that
men loved it. She did admire her legs. It was hard not to since
they were nearly perfect. With her dark complexion, she had no
need of stockings, but sometimes she wore them for erotic effect.
Tonight was to be such a time. Her four-inch heels were enough
to harden many cocks. At 5' 7", 135 lbs, she was incredibly
beautiful.
In addition to her thigh-high, self-supporting hose, Sharla
selected a thin, transparent, nylon demi-bra that was more for
erotic effect than for support. She considered wearing a thong
or no panties, but opted for a pair of equally transparent,
white, bikini panties. Over these items, Sharla elected to wear
a tight, form-fitting sheathe that exposed the upper quarter of
both breasts and her legs from 6 inches above her knees downward.
She was ready and waiting for Brice by 7:15. By the time he
arrived, on time at 7:30, her panties were already wet with
anticipation. They got even wetter when she saw him. He was
simply the most sensuously erotic male she had ever seen. In
addition, she had learned that he was a graduate student in
electrical engineering. "God," she thought, "smart, handsome,
confident, sensuously sexy." Her knees were weak.
When Sharla met Brice at the door, he was momentarily stunned
by her beauty. Her radiant smile of pleasure at seeing him
doubled the awesome effect. Sharla was equally amazed at the
virile, handsome man who was to be her date. The fact that he
looked straight into her eyes, not at her thrusting breasts, her
sexy ass, or her gorgeous legs, was not lost on her.
"Sharla Caron, you are easily the most gorgeous woman I have
ever seen, much less dated. Please." Brice held out his arm,
and Sharla took it gladly.
Although dinner was excellent, neither of them paid any
attention to the food. Sharla's body throbbed with excitement,
her wetness coating both thighs. She wondered if he was equally
excited by her. He was. His cock had been erect almost from the
moment she had come to the door. In his tight pants, there was
no way he could conceal his steel-hard, seven and a half inch
prick. Most of the women they passed stared openly and lustfully
at his bulging crotch. But Sharla kept her eyes locked on his.
After dinner, Brice took Sharla to a club for a drink. There
was a small dance floor. While they moved slowly about that
floor, her body pressed tightly against his, he leaned closed and
whispered, "I can't help it."
"I know. I'm glad."
"It's your fault."
"Yes."
"It's hurts."
"Good. I'm glad about that too."
"I'm going to fuck you tonight."
"Yes. I know."
"Do you usually fuck on the first date?"
"No. Never."
"But you will tonight."
"Yes."
"Do you take the pill?"
"No."
"Good."
"I may get pregnant."
"Yes, you may."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm... Can we go now?"
"Anxious?"
"Very."
"Are you wet?"
"Very. And you're very hard. It feels large."
"It's hard and large. I want to sink it into you."
"You can. Here. Anywhere. Anytime. I'm ready."
"Are you wearing panties?"
"Yes."
"Take them off."
"Here? Now?"
"Yes."
Sharla disengaged herself from Brice's arms, lifted her dress
to her waist while other men watched. Then, slowly, she pulled
her panties over her ass and down her thighs. Once around her
ankles, she stepped out of them. Picking them up, she handed
them to Brice. "Do you want me to remove my bra too," she
whispered.
"Not yet. Your panties... they're wet... very wet."
"Yes. Drenched."
"Musky."
"Yes."
"They smell like your cunt."
"I want you to smell it."
"I know."
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please take me back your place or to mine."
"Why?"
"So you can smell my cunt... taste it. So you can fuck me."
"I can fuck you here... on the dance floor."
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh... god!"
Brice took Sharla's arm and led her out of the club to his car.
As he pulled out of the parking lot, he said, "Move closer."
Sharla pressed herself against his body.
"Your dress."
She knew what he wanted. Raising her hips, she pulled it up to
her waist exposing her now naked cunt. "Oh, hurry. Please,"
Sharla moaned.
Abruptly, Brice turned into a Motel 6. Stopping in front of
the office, he handed Sharla his credit card. "Go in and get us
a room. I'll park the car."
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"Your cunt smells musky... spread wider," Brice ordered.
Except for her missing panties, Sharla was still fully dressed.
She was in the middle of the bed with a pillow boosting her hips
into position. Her mouth stretched wide in a silent moan. As
the tongue pushed into her pulsing vulva, her legs went rigid,
extended to their full length.
The small tongue prick pushed in and out of her vagina.
Frantically, her fingers tore at the zipper on the side of her
sheathe. When she had it down, she clawed desperately to bare
her breasts. She got them out at the same moment the tongue
reached her engorged clitoris.
Brice licked the throbbing shaft of the female prick.
Instantly, it contracted in a hard spasm. He attacked it with
rapid, repeated strokes of his tongue. Sharla's clitoris began
to dance in and out of its protective hood. Her hands squeezed
both large tits as she began to cum. Her entire body shuddered,
silently, in an intense spasm. Brice didn't back off her
pulsing, contracting clitoris. Instead, he sucked it into his
mouth applying intense pressure. The tortured organ expanded to
almost twice its normal size.
Sharla's legs flew up into the air. First, her toes pointed,
then curled backwards. Her asshole and vagina began to open and
close... repeatedly... in hard spasms. Her eyes clenched shut as
another climax surged through her. Screams of female passion
echoed throughout the small room. Brice lashed the helpless
woman's clit again and again until her vagina slammed shut and
ejected feminine cum all over his face.
Sharla's chest heaved as she tried to suck air into her lungs.
"Please... please.. stop. You're going to kill me... please."
Brice ignored her. His hands pushed her legs even further back
elevating her hips and exposing her ass. He spread her cheeks
and stared at the small hole, opening... closing as the tremors
of her orgasm still pulsed through her body.
"OOOOOHHHHH..... AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped when she felt his
tongue pushing into her ass at the same time as his fingers
gently worked around her engorged clitoris. The feeling was
weird, but exquisite, erotic. Then the tongue was exploring in
and out of her ass, up the wet, throbbing sex trench of her cunt,
stopping at the dancing clitoris to bring her to another intense
orgasm.
She was totally helpless... quivering... her vagina opening...
closing... as if begging to be filled. Fingers penetrated her
anus... two more moved inside her core... the tongue caressed her
clitoris engorging it... swelling it still further. She came
again... hard... harder than any man or her vibrator had ever
made her cum.
Her vagina was still throbbing in hard contractions when Brice
mounted her. "Put it in," he ordered.
Sharla reached between their bodies, grasped the large, thick
organ and aligned the head with her opening.
"In," Brice repeated. 'Put my cock inside your cunt."
She moved her hips forward, pressed the big head against her
labia, and worked it inside her pussy. She felt her sex hole
throbbing around him. Desperately, she tried to impale herself
on his length with no success. "Please! Please!" she moaned.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me. Oh please!"
"UUUGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH..... OHHHHH
YESSSS... LIKE THAT! LIKE THAT! UNNGGHHHHHHHHHH!!"
The thick sex gun drove into the bottom of her cunt. She felt
his hands under her ass, holding her in position. She spread
wide, lifting her hips into perfect position for him. Her cunt
just exploded when he began to fuck her with rapid, hard strokes,
each one hammering his entire length into the hot tube of her
cunt. The headboard of the bed thudded against the wall
announcing every stroke to the couple in the next room. She came
again when she felt his prick jerking and throbbing deep inside
her vagina as it spewed out its thick load of cum.
Before they left the motel the next morning, four more loads of
semen were inside her body.
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The following week, Sharla moved in with Brice. For the first
four months, all they did was eat, study, and fuck. Brice wanted
her at least twice a day, and Sharla would have been willing to
have even more sex with her incredible lover. Every time he had
her, she would experience at least two intense orgasms.
With three months still to go before Sharla completed her B.S.
degree and Brice obtained his M.S., he came home one evening with
a dozen red roses. Sharla was overwhelmed. She was even more
elated when he took her to a five-star restaurant for dinner even
though she knew that they really couldn't afford it. Her thighs
were soaked with her juices in anticipation of the sex she knew
would soon come.
When they returned to their apartment, she was surprised that
he didn't immediately take her bed. Instead, he asked her to sit
down on the couch. When she did, he told her that she was the
most marvelously sensuous and beautiful woman he had ever known.
"I can't bare the thought of losing you at some future time. I
want you with me for the rest of my life."
A small case magically appeared in his hand. He opened its lid
revealing the half-caret, brilliant diamond solitary in the
center surrounded by the white folds of the satin lining. "When
we graduate in three months, will you marry me?"
For an answer, Sharla threw her arms around her new fianc�s
neck and moaned, "Oh YES! YES! YES!"
After that, Brice carried her into their bedroom where he
proceeded to ravish all of her holes until daybreak.
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A week after Sharla and Brice graduated, they were married in a
small civil ceremony that was followed by a sensuous, sex-filled
honeymoon in Jamaica. Without being asked, Sharla had discarded
her halter the second afternoon they were there, sunbathing and
walking around the large outdoor pool with her large, firm, 36D
breasts swinging freely. Every man's eyes were locked onto her
big tits as she approached and on her sexy ass as she retreated.
When she first removed her halter, she was uncertain about what
her new husband's response would be. She was elated when she saw
how hard it had gotten his cock, so much so that that the tight,
spandex suit he wore could not contain it.
The next day, he asked her if she would be uncomfortable
visiting one of the nude beaches. For an answer, Sharla had
pulled her husband close, kissed him passionately, and said,
"I'll do anything you want... anytime... I love pleasing you."
That afternoon, Sharla and Brice wrapped large beach towels
around their naked bodies and walked to the nude beach area where
they spent the entire afternoon under their umbrella. Sharla
wore a pair of heels at Brice's request. Her husband's cock was
hard most of the afternoon, which was only fair considering how
wet her pussy was.
Occasionally, his erection would subside, but as soon as he
noticed another male checking out his wife's big tits and her
exposed shaved cunt, it would quickly harden into a rigid spike.
Sharla loved it, so much so that on several occasions when she
saw a man looking at her, she would spread her legs wider to give
him a better view.
When she did this for a young, black male, Brice commented,
"Slut."
Sharla flushed with a mixture of pleasure and shame. "Do you
want me to stop?"
"Do you want to stop?"
"No. It turns me on."
"Good. It's turning me on too. Spread wider."
She did.
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Six Months after Marriage:
It proved to be no problem for Brice to secure an excellent,
high-paying, position with a major electronics company. He had
graduated near the top of his class, and that coupled with his
incredible appeal for women, assured him of offers from virtually
every company he interviewed.
Sharla waited until Brice had selected a company and they had
moved to their new location before she began to look for a
marketing position. Although her academic record was good, it
was no match for that of her husband. However, with her
incredible sensuous beauty, finding a good position was child's
play. Every senior executive had wet dreams after seeing her.
It wasn't even necessary for her to dress erotically. She would
have looked hot wearing a burlap sack.
With their combined incomes, the Bartels suddenly found
themselves far from the poor students they had been.
Consequently, it was an easy decision to move out of their
apartment they had temporarily rented in favor of a very nice
home in an upscale neighborhood. They were quickly invited to
join the country club, an invitation which they accepted, and new
friends seem to abound. The women couldn't take their eyes off of
Brice, and their husbands would get hard when they looked at
Sharla.
The Bartels enjoyed talking about this situation when they were
in bed.
"Gloria Matthews got so hot tonight, I thought she might rape
you."
"I noticed," Brice said with a grin, his male ego quite
pleased.
"What did you do to the poor girl anyway?" Sharla teased.
"Nothing really. I just danced with her a couple of times."
"And?"
"And what?"
"And what else did you do?"
"That's it. She might have gotten excited by my hard cock
pressing against her pussy while we were dancing."
"Yeah. She might have. I seem to remember it having that same
effect on me on our first date." Sharla paused for a moment and
then added, "You know that she wants you to fuck her. Will you?"
"No. Why should I waste time and semen fucking a woman who's
not half as beautiful nor one third as hot as my wife? There's
no possible way her cunt is as tight, as wet, and as hot as the
one I'm in right now."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... and it probably won't squeeze your big cock
as hard as this one does either."
"UUNNGGGHHH... GOD! That's for certain. Your pussy is like a
vise... oooohhh... take it easy, Honey."
"Anyway, look who's complaining. You think I didn't see Greg
Ralston lusting after your body?"
"He was just being friendly."
"Right... just some 'friendly' rubs over your ass while he had
you on the dance floor. And some 'friendly' stares down your
dress when you bent over to hand him his drink. And what
happened when the two of you walked down to the lake?"
"You know what happened."
"Tell me."
"He talked to me."
"And?"
"And he said I was a beautiful, sensuous woman."
"He wants to fuck you."
"He does. A lot. He was hard as stone."
"Are you going to let him screw you?"
"No. Why should I waste time with him when I can have this
fantastic cock up my cunt, Lover. UUUmmmmmmm... fuck me harder,
Stud. Give it to me. I'm gonna cum again."
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A Year after Marriage:
In some ways, things had gotten even better for the Bartels.
Both Sharla and Brice had been promoted, and their income had
increased to even higher levels. Their circle of friends had
expanded even further. The women were trying even harder to
entice Brice between their thighs, and their husbands were
working overtime in their attempts to get between Sharla's.
In spite of all the success, the sexual intensity of their
marriage had cooled considerably. Sharla realized that this was
in the natural order of things, but it seemed to be decreasing
far too fast. In one year, they had gone from fucking two or
three times a day to three times a week. Even more alarming was
the fact that the intensity of their couplings had decreased
significantly.
She checked her naked body out in her full-length mirror to see
if she had put on any unsightly weight. She hadn't. At 22, she
was, if anything, even more voluptuous than she had been the
night she first saw Brice. For his part, Brice worked out daily
in the gym so that his muscles were even more finely toned than
before, if that were possible. He hadn't put on an extra pound
of weight. Nor did either of them seem to be working too hard.
It was a Monday morning. Brice and Sharla were in their
bedroom getting dressed for another day at their respective jobs.
Sharla had already put on her panties, bra, and heels and was
standing in the walk-in closet selecting a blouse and skirt for
the day. Brice wore only his jockey briefs.
"Are you going to wear stockings today?" he asked.
"No. I thought it looked sexier to go without them. Would you
like for me to put some on?"
"No. I think you're right. Your bare legs in those heels look
very hot. But I want you to take off your bra."
"Whatever you say, Lover," his wife replied with a sexy smile.
When her bra was off and her big tits were jiggling as she
walked about their bedroom, she asked, "This what you want,
Lover? You want me naked? Back in bed?"
"That's perfect. I love your tits. We don�t' have time to
fuck now. Just finish getting dressed, but leave the bra off."
Sharla selected a blue blouse and matching skirt and put them
on over her panties and heels. The skirt didn't quite cover her
knees, but it was perfectly appropriate for work wear as was her
blouse. However, without a bra, her prominent nipples atop her
large breasts made sizable dents in the blouse. Whenever she
moved about the room, their bounce made it obvious that she was
braless.
As they ate breakfast, Sharla noticed Brice couldn't tear his
eyes away from her tits. "God! You look terrific!"
"Do you really want me to go to work like this? No bra... tits
bouncing? Every guy there will know my tits are naked under the
blouse. Are you Ok with that?"
Brice was carrying the dishes to the sink. Sharla saw that her
husband sported a massive erection. "I guess he really likes it.
Do you?"
"I love it. Will you?"
"Of course. Giving every guy in the office a hard-on. What's
not to like." She kissed him hard and was out the door.
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By 11:00 AM, three men had already asked Sharla to have lunch
with them. She had begged off citing a lot of additional work
that she had to finish, but then Greg Ralston approached her.
"I have reservations for two at the Hilton for lunch. Will you
join me?"
"You just don't give up, do you?" Sharla laughed.
"Never. Particularly when you look like you do today. I can't
believe it. You're naked under that blouse, aren't you? It's
driving me up the wall. Say 'yes'!"
"Ok. Yes."
When they were in the Hilton lobby, Greg said, "Just a moment.
I've made two different reservations here. One is for a table
for two in the dining room. The other is for a hotel room. I
would much rather take you to the hotel room than to lunch. You
lead the way... either to the dining room or to the front desk."
"I've got a great husband, Greg. Why do you think I would
cheat on him?"
"Variety, perhaps. I've got a great girl friend too, but Margo
has been interested in Brice for just as long as I've been
interested in you. I'm not asking you to divorce Brice. Those
big, beautiful, braless breasts suggest that variety must have
some appeal to you as well as to me."
"Everyone likes variety, Greg. In every thing. I'm no
exception, but I'm not cheating on Brice. Let's have lunch."
After they had eaten and were back in Greg's car, he turned to
Sharla and said, "You've got to know how disappointed I am.
You've been teasing me for months, but today, when you came to
work with no bra and let those beauties bounce in front of my
face, I thought it was my day to get lucky."
"Sorry, but I never promised you anything," Sharla said with a
smile.
"I know, but the at the very least you should let me see them."
"I guess that's fair," she said reaching for the buttons of her
blouse.
A moment later, she had her blouse opened and spread wide.
Both large tits thrust out into the open, firm, solid, inviting.
"Jezzz... you don't have breasts, Sharla. You have two huge
cannons on your chest."
"I think you like my tits, Greg."
"I love them!" His hands reached out, half expecting Sharla to
pull away. Instead, she moved closer, pulling her shoulders back
and thrusting both tits toward him.
"Feel me," she whispered.
Greg's hands cupped... then circled both thrusting mounds...
hefting them.
"They're huge. Move closer."
"Like this?"
"Yes... just like that. Cup them. Hold them up."
She leaned forward, holding her tits out to his lips.
"AAAahhhhhhhhhh.. your lips feel so hot on my nipples."
Then, a moment later: "Oooohhh... not so hard... aaaahhhhhh...
noo... no! Don't stop. Do it more... more!!"
"Uuunngghhh... harder... pinch my nipples harder, Greg!"
"Like this, Baby?"
"AAaaahhhhhhh... yesssssssss... just like that! Pull them...
ooohhh please... pull them hard... AAAaaaiii... oohh fuckkkkk!!"
Quickly Greg unzipped his pants and extracted his rigid,
7-inch, steel hard cock. The bloated head was wet with his
precum... a short strand hanging from the tip.
Sharla stared at the randy male rising up over her... his cock
a rigid spike of lust. She felt her pussy throb when she heard
his voice: "Turn toward me! Cup them! Hold them up for me!
I'm going to cream you... cream your big tits."
Sharla scooted around in the seat so that she faced him. He
was on his knees towering over her... his hand flashing up and
down the rigid shaft as he pointed the bloated, purple head
directly at her big waiting mounds.
"Are you ready for my load, Sharla?"
"Ohhh yes... Cream me... CREAM MY TITS... CUM ALL OVER THEM!"
she shouted.
An instant later, a huge, thick, white stream fired at her
right tit... drenching it. The next gush hit her chest and then
ran in a thick river of cum down into her cleavage. Greg
switched his aim to her left breast. The third cum jet fired out
and coated that tit. Two more followed in rapid succession, the
first splattering over her chest, the second hitting her nipple
where the load formed a cum rope that dangled in the air.
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"Did anyone notice your new, exotic look today, Honey?" Brice
asked that evening as they cuddled on the couch. He had already
opened Sharla's blouse and had both big, naked tits out,
caressing them and teasing their hardened nipples.
"MMMmmmmmm... not more than a dozen guys."
"And?"
"And, they liked what they saw. They all wanted to see more, I
think."
"I'm sure they did. Did any of them get hard?"
"It was hard to tell. I think Jack Lansing did and I know Greg
Ralston did."
"How do you know that for sure?"
"Because I went to lunch with him at the Hilton. He had made
both lunch reservations in the dining room and a reservation for
a room in the hotel. He asked me to forget lunch and go up to
the hotel room with him for sex. His pants were bulging with his
hard on."
"Really? How big is he?"
"At least 7 or 8 inches... maybe more."
"Did you go? Did he fuck you?"
"Of course not! I don't cheat on you, Honey. Ever! But..."
"But what?"
"After we were back in the car, I did open my blouse and let
him see my tits. He was begging me to let him see them. Are you
angry?"
"All he did was look?"
"Well... not quite. He did a little more. MMmmmmm... you're
hard aren't you? Oh, I love that! Fuck me, Honey. Fuck your
hot slutty wife."
"First tell me what Greg did."
"I opened my blouse and let him see my tits. He got sooo hard.
He begged me to take off my blouse completely... so I did. Then
he felt me... particularly my nipples. They got so hard when he
did that... He wanted to jerk off and cum on them."
"Did you let him?"
"I was so hot, Honey. It was just so hot... he had my tits
out... his cock was out and it was hard... so damn hard. A big
rope of cum was even hanging from the head. I couldn't take my
eyes off of it. He was very forceful... just ordered me...
didn't ask me... just ordered me to cup my tits and get ready for
his big cum load. My pussy was throbbing. I couldn't stop him.
I was just helpless. I'm so sorry. Are you furious?"
"No, but I'm hard. Did you cum when he shot all over your
tits?"
"I couldn't help it. When that huge load of cum splattered all
over my tits, my pussy just exploded. I'm so damn hot right now,
Brice. I need it. Please. Fuck me! Get on me! Get in me! I
NEED TO BE FUCKED... NOW!!"
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The next morning, Sharla slipped on her panties after her
shower, but before she put on a bra, she asked Brice. "Do I go
braless again today, Honey?"
"Yes. Today and everyday from now on. No more bras until I
tell you differently."
"Whatever you say, Darling. But you know the men are all going
to try to have sex with me. And Greg is going to want a repeat
with extras. Are you Ok with that?"
"Oh yes. It turns me on to know that they all want what I have
but they can't have."
==============================
Another Four Months Later:
After Sharla began going braless, sex with Brice quickly picked
back up to once or twice a day. Every time Brice fucked his wife
with intensity, usually putting at least two loads into her while
she was having several orgasms.
However, as the saying goes, all good things come to an end and
after four months, the frequency and intensity of sex between
them once more began to subside. It became obvious that twice a
day sex was essentially impossible to sustain without additional
sexual stimulation. The stimulation that was most effective for
Brice was knowing and seeing his gorgeous wife turning on other
men. Fortunately, that also seemed to be the thing that excited
Sharla the most as well.
Sharla had just finished bathing and was in her closet
selecting her outfit for the day.
"Don't you have an important marketing meeting today with a
prospective client?" Brice asked.
"Yeah. Jacobson is considering switching to us as his computer
and communications supplier for his firm. I'm meeting with him
today. I'm supposed to fill him in on all the details after
which he'll meet with Postmen, he's a senior vice president, to
discuss possible pricing arrangements."
"Wear one of the tight dresses you got at Victoria's."
"Don't you think that might be too much?"
"Jacobson's a guy isn't he? He'll love it, and you'll close
the deal for your firm."
"Ok, Honey. Whatever you say."
Sharla laid a tight sheathe and a pair of heels on the bed, sat
down and pulled on the patterned reddish-brown, stockings. She
bent over to get some panties from her bottom dresser drawer.
While bent over, her cunt on display, she looked back at her
randy husband who was staring between her legs.
"Like what you see, Lover?"
"Oh yes. It looks hot and wet. Forget the panties. Wear the
dress with nothing underneath."
"Oh god! I'll be so excited, it will be hard to even talk. He
may figure out that I'm not wearing any panties."
"He might figure it out or he might not. But he will certainly
be wondering if you're wearing panties. You've got to know the
thought is gonna get him hard. No panties."
"All right, Lover. No panties."
Brice watched as his wife dressed. As she slipped her second
pump on her foot, she rested her left calf on her right knee.
The position exposed her naked pussy. Brice's cock surged to
full erection as he stared between his wife's thighs.
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The men at her office had grown accustomed to seeing Sharla
braless, but the tight sheathe was something new. That, coupled
with he unrestrained bounce of her big tits, had them all
staring. The same was true for Jacobson.
When Postman brought him to Sharla's office for the briefing,
both men did a double take. To enhance the effect, Sharla rose,
moved around to the front of her desk, and extended her hand to
Jacobson in greeting. He shook her hand, but his eyes never left
her body. He was having trouble deciding whether to concentrate
on her delectable ass, her gorgeous legs, or her big, bouncing
tits. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. There was no
telltale outline of a bra and her tits swung freely when she
walked.
"I'll be in my office when you finish briefing Dwain on the
details of the services and the equipment we can provide. Please
escort him there when you finish, Sharla."
"I will, Mr. Postman. It will take 30 minutes to an hour
depending on how much detail Mr. Jacobson wants at this point."
When Postmen left, Sharla turned to face Jacobson with a big
smile. She crossed her legs exposing part of one thigh. "I
assume you've read the material I sent. Is that correct, Mr.
Jacobson?"
"Yes it is. I've read it very carefully... and please, call me
Dwain."
"Why thank you, Dwain. Mr. Postman will be discussing prices,
but with respect to performance, I'm sure you already recognize
that our communication equipment is more modern, more versatile,
and, I think, most importantly, more user-friendly than the line
you are currently using, which is rather out of date, I'm
afraid."
Jacobson nodded and said, "I would certainly have to agree. If
the price is right, we probably have a deal." His eyes were
riveted on her tits.
"As for our computational equipment, the story is the pretty
much the same. The processor speeds are superior to the line you
are using; the hard disk and RAM storage space is greater. There
are more ports for configuration with external devices. The CD
drive read and write speeds are greater, and the software has
been specially tailored to your needs."
The eyes were now on Sharla's thighs. They almost seemed to be
trying to force her legs apart so he see her core. She felt her
vagina gushing under his intense stare, and without panties, she
was very nervous that she would wet the back of her dress. She
tried to calm herself to stem the flow, but had little success.
"At this point, I'm very satisfied with the equipment's
specifications and performance. But after I hear about price
from Mr. Postman, I may need more detail about how much bang I'm
getting for the buck. I like to get as much bang as I can. If
the need arises, could you have dinner with me at the Marriott if
I need more information?"
"Well... I'm married."
"I know. There's no way a beautiful woman like yourself could
possible be single. So? Dinner?"
"I... I don't know... I would... I would have to check with
my... eh... my husband."
"Of course. If I think I need additional information, I'll
tell Postman and he can alert you. You can provide me with your
answer then. If he says nothing, then I will have concluded that
I have all the information I will need."
"That will be fine, Dwain. Let me show you the way to his
office."
"Lead the way. I'll follow you."
As Sharla walked down the corridor to Postman's office, she
could feel Jacobson's eyes locked onto her swinging ass. She
knew he would now be able to easily check for panty lines and see
that there were none. Then he would know that her pussy was
naked under the dress. Her wetness trickled down her thighs.
As she expected, Postman came back to her office an hour later
to inform her that Jacobson felt he needed her to go over the
specifications with him again now that he knew the costs. "He
told me that you had agreed to have dinner with him at his hotel
this evening to give him whatever he needs."
"He asked me to go over the details over dinner, yes."
"Whatever. Just be certain that he's satisfied. I don't think
I need remind you that this is a multi-million dollar deal."
"No, Sir. I'm aware of the size of the deal."
"Good. Be certain he gets whatever he needs. Do you
understand? He suggested 8 PM."
Sharla nodded, and Postman added. "If you get Jacobson to sign
tomorrow, there'll be a very, very nice bonus and a possible
promotion for you."
After work that evening, Sharla related the entire conversation
to Brice. When she finished, she looked at him and asked, "What
do think I should do? It's obvious that he has no interest in
the specifications for the equipment. He already has all of
those details. If I do go to his hotel and get him to sign,
Postman has essentially promised me a big bonus and a promotion
to assistant vice-president."
"Of course he's not interested in equipment specifications,"
Brice agreed. "He's interested in you."
"Well... should I call Postman and tell him I'm ill and can't
make dinner?"
"He'll fire you, you know. If not that, it'll be a cold day in
hell before you ever get another raise or promotion."
"If I go, he's going to fuck me... you know that."
"I'm sure he will... at least, I certainly would."
"I might have to spend the entire night in his room... are you
really all right with that?"
"It turns me on... you know that, but if it makes you
uncomfortable, I'll go with you to dinner and you can discuss the
'specifications' he has no interest in, but he will have to
pretend that he does. When you're finished, we thank him and
leave.
"The real question is, 'Do you want to do it... knowing that
he's going to fuck you and also knowing that he knows that you
know that you're going to be fucked?"
Sharla finally whispered... "yes."
"Yes what?" Brice asked. "Speak up!"
"Yes... I want to go. I want to have dinner with him."
"And?"
"And let him fuck me. As many times as he wants."
"Call me on your cell phone when you're leaving, and I'll pick
you up. I don't want you out late at night."
---------------------------------
Sharla had brought her briefcase full of all the specifications
for the communication and computer equipment even though she knew
they wouldn't be needed. It was just for show.
She had changed clothes into a sexy red dress, red heels and
matching hose. Underneath, she wore a pink teddy that covered
her tits but not her cunt. She wore no panties.
During dinner, Jacobson never once mentioned the specifications
on the equipment. Sharla thought he did this so that it would be
very clear to her that his interest was in her and what was under
her dress, not in equipment specifications.
"I like your dress... I like it a lot, Sharla. You're an
incredibly beautiful woman... but more importantly than being
beautiful, you're incredibly sensuous and sexy. But I'm sure you
already know that, don't you?"
"A lot of men have told me that, so I guess I do know it,
Dwain."
"Did you tell your husband you were having dinner with me
tonight?"
"Of course I did. I told him you had said that you might want
more information about the equipment specifications now that you
have been informed of the potential cost."
"And did he believe that?"
"No. He didn't."
"What did he believe, Sharla?"
"He thought you were interested in something else beside
equipment specifications. In fact, he said he would be."
"What else?"
"Sex."
"That's the way he put it? Really?"
"Well... not quite."
"Tell me."
"He said you would want to fuck me."
"But he told you to come anyway?"
"No. He told me it was up to me... that he would support any
decision I made."
"MMmmm... impressive. Impressive indeed! You have a very wise
husband, Sharla. Many men would just scream and protest...
thereby throwing away entire careers and success. Well... enough
of this. How was your dinner?"
"Delicious. Thank you. And the wine was superb as well."
"I think you were naked under your dress in your office this
afternoon, Sharla. Were you?"
"Yes."
"Just for me?"
"It's probably best if I say yes, but the truth is that I've
stopped wearing bras to work several months ago and stopped
wearing panties a few days ago."
"Why?"
"My husband doesn't permit me to wear bras and panties to
work."
"And tonight?"
"I'm wearing a pink teddy and stockings but no panties.
"Let's go up to my room so you can show me. Shall we?"
"I'll follow you," Sharla said with a smile.
"You know that I'm going to fuck you, don't you?"
"I would hope so. I hope you haven't gotten me this wet and
then intend to leave me hanging."
"Don't worry. I intend to screw you several times tonight."
"Promises... promises. Shall we go?"
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When they were in Jacobson's suite, he said, "We've got a lot
of time. Not need to rush. I think I'll just let you simmer in
your juices for a bit. Come out onto the patio. The view is
spectacular."
Leaning against the railing, Sharla looked out over the city.
As Jacobson had promised, the view was indeed spectacular.
However, he was far more interested in the view of her legs and
ass that her bent over position was providing.
To himself, he thought, "God... What a piece of ass she is.
Fantastic. I think I'm going to be needing her consulting
services on the equipment a lot in the future.
"You're right. The view is fantastic," Sharla commented with a
smile. "But your attention seems to be elsewhere."
"Of course it is. Scenery is pretty; your legs and ass are
gorgeous."
"I'm glad you think so, Dwain."
"Take a seat and let's sex chat a bit. Does that bother you?"
"That would be sort of silly don't you think? Being offended
at talking about sex when we both know that you're going to be
fucking me soon."
Dwain sat down opposite her. "You still haven't proven that
you're not wearing panties, Sharla. Let me see your pussy while
we chat."
It was an order, not a request. Sharla felt her vagina throb
wetting her thighs still further. She crossed her left leg over
her right knee. The position opened her thighs and exposed her
mound and the very thin strip of pubic hair she had recently
permitted to grow at Brice's request.
Jacobson's eyes bored into her exposed cunt. It throbbed
again. She could smell the musky aroma of her arousal and
wondered if he could. "Convinced?" she asked.
"Completely. How many other men have fucked you since you were
married, Sharla?"
"None."
The response both shocked and excited Jacobson. His cock
hardened at the thought. "Is that the truth? A woman as
sensuous and beautiful as you and no male has been in you other
than your husband?"
"That's right. You'll be the first."
"Why?"
"My husband hasn't suggested that I do it before. Tonight, he
did."
"Did that bother you?"
"No. It excited me. I like sex... a lot!"
"How about before you were married? Were you a virgin when you
first met Brice?"
"No."
"How many?"
"One boy in high school. But we only did it one time."
"So, when I fuck you, it will be only your third cock?
Actually, for all practical purposes, only your second."
"Yes. If I had known how good it can be, I would have had
more."
"Is your ass available if I should want to use it?"
"Please use lubrication... otherwise I can't cum while you're
giving it to me."
"Open the top of your dress. I want to see your tits."
Sharla grinned. "I thought you'd never ask." Her fingers
quickly opened the top buttons of her dress and pulled it wide.
The pink teddy covered her breasts, but it was a simple matter to
pull the top down. A moment later, her left breast was exposed.
She pinched the nipple showing Dwain how hard it was.
"Fantastic. Every part of you is fantastic. Big, firm,
thrusting tits with big nipples. You've gotten me so hard, I
can't believe it."
"You're supposed to get hard when a woman shows you her body...
particularly when they both know they'll soon be fucking."
"Take off the dress. Now!"
"Out here on the patio?"
"Yes. Right here."
Sharla opened the rest of the buttons and let the dress fall to
the floor. Without being asked, she jerked the teddy down and
exposed both of her tits for Dwain.
"Shit... what a pair you have! But I can't see that delicious
cunt, Sharla. Just a moment."
Jacobson retreated into the suite and returned a moment later
holding a large, ribbed vibrator. "Open your legs and masturbate
for me."
Sharla slid lower in her chair until her ass was hanging off
the seat's edge. She looked directly into Jacobson's eyes and
said, "Watch me do it for you, Lover."
As his eyes bored into the V between her thighs, Sharla lifted
her legs up...up... up until her heels were above her head. She
spread them wide completely exposing the open, wet hole of her
cunt. "Put it in for me, Lover, and then watch me fuck my hot
pussy with it."
Sharla continued to masturbate with the vibrator getting closer
and closer to orgasm. "Ohhh... I'm almost there, Dwain. Get
close and watch me cum."
However, just before her pussy exploded, Jacobson pulled her to
her feet and led her into the suite. "I want you to cum on my
cock... not on a vibrator, Sharla." Leading her over to the wet
bar, he poured them both a glass of wine and then said, "Take off
your clothes! You know what I want to see."
As Sharla stripped, she kept her eyes on Jacobson, who was also
removing his clothes. When his shorts came down, she was with
pleasure that he was fully erect and appeared to be incredibly
hard. His 6-inch dick was sticking straight up in the air. She
couldn't suppress a moan. "MMMmmmmmmmm... your cock looks
delicious, Darling. I can't wait to feel it inside me."
"It's just average," he said.
"Average length... yes. Average hardness... no way! That is
one stone-hard sex spike, Lover. Big is nice, but HARD is what
counts with a woman. Come over here and skewer me with that
spike, Stud!"
Looking over her naked body... her big, firm thrusting tits...
her mound bare except for a small 'landing strip'... gorgeous
hips and delicious legs, Jacobson's cock jerked and seemed to
become even harder.
"You've got an absolutely incredible body! Lie down on the
divan and spread wide for me. Let me see all of it!" Sharla
grinned and lay down on the divan on her side. She raised her
left leg and spread wide to completely expose her shaved cunt.
"Is this Ok? Am I spread wide enough?"
"You're pure cunt, Sharla. Turn over. Get on your hands and
knees and show me your hot ass."
Sharla did as Jacobson ordered. Once she was in position, she
thrust her ass toward him being careful to keep her knees wide so
her cunt would be fully exposed as well.
"I need cock, Lover. Come on! Cock Me, Stud!"
"Get on the bed... Hurry!"
Stretching out on the bed, Sharla greeted Jacobson's arrival
by lifting and spreading her legs wide for him. His head moved
between her gaping thighs until his eyes were no more than a few
inches from her wet, pulsing vagina. He saw that her labia were
swollen and flanged open. Her erect clitoris protruded from its
protective hood.
Leaning forward, Jacobson blew gently on the turgid organ.
Sharla's cunt throbbed in response causing a low, sensuous moan
to erupt. Again, he blew his warm breath across her pulsing
clitoris. This time, her hips lifted upward, her thighs opened
wider in response. Sharla's hips were quivering... up and
down... in small fuck motions... desperately trying to entice the
tongue into her hot sex slot.
Seeing how desperate the woman was, Jacobson generously gave
her what she wanted. Slowly, he pushed his tongue in the opening
of the married woman's cunt. Sharla moaned... her hips arched...
her mouth opened... "Ooohhh... yesss... Do me! Do me!"
The tongue swiped all the way up her throbbing sex trench,
separating the swollen lips as it went. They opened and pushed
aside easily to make room for what their owner wanted. When the
tongue reached the top of her gaping slot, male lips covered and
captured the waiting, engorged clitoris. The thrashing brunette
groaned. Jacobson sucked it gently, rotating his tongue around
and around the hard, erect shaft. The intensity of the sensation
caused shrieks of female pleasure to fill the hotel suite.
Sharla's long, drawn out "AAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh" was followed
by a series of uncontrolled, totally unladylike gasps and grunts.
The cunt around Jacobson's tongue exploded in an intense orgasm.
The pulsing clitoris buried in his mouth contracted and danced
wildly, each pulsation sending waves of pleasure through the
length of Sharla's vagina that radiated upward into her belly
causing those muscles to spasm in response to her throbbing
clitoris.
Shoving his hands beneath her ass, Jacobson held the woman in
place as his tongue and lips continued to stroke her clitoris,
which had retreated into its hood in an attempt to escape the
exquisite torture. She bellowed and pleaded for him to stop...
to let her rest...
"Ooohhh... can't stand it... oohhh... please... no more... no
more... ugh aaahhhhhhh... oohh stop... stop!"
He held her cunt in position and lashed his tongue over the tip
of her throbbing clitoris. Just when Sharla thought she couldn't
possibly stand anymore, she felt herself rising to another
orgasm. Instantly, her powerful thighs clamped around Jacobson's
head locking him in place. She squeezed harder and harder.
"Don't stop. DON'T YOU DARE STOP, YOU BASTARD! LICK IT. MAKE
ME CUM... OOOHHH FUCK! HARDER!"
Jacobson began to panic. He could hardly breathe. The woman
kept pulling his face deeper and deeper into the folds of her
cunt. Her juices were flooding his face, squirting into his open
mouth... into his nostrils. Her thighs had him locked in a death
grip as she surged toward another orgasm. Unable to break free,
he frantically worked his tongue and lips harder and faster...
desperately trying to make her cum again before he lost
consciousness.
Then, just before he passed out, he felt the huge gush of her
juices pouring out as the pulsing cunt erupted in a huge climax.
As the orgasm engulfed her, her legs collapsed to the bed and
Jacobson was able to free himself. Gratefully, he sucked air
into his tortured lungs. When he had caught his breath, he
pushed his face back into the still-throbbing cunt and swiped his
tongue up and down the length of her slit. Instantly, her hips
surged upward against his mouth, her hands squeezing her big
tits.
The sight of Sharla's big tits heaving up and down on her chest
and her swollen labia flanged wide open exposing the wet, pulsing
interior of her cunt once again hardened his prick in a rigid
spike. Throwing himself onto the gasping woman, he shoved his
arms beneath her splayed legs and levered them up into the air.
Moving forward into her saddle, he pushed her legs back against
her heaving tits to completely open her pulsing fuck hole.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Sharla."
"I know... ooohhh... I know!"
"You do want it, don't you?"
"Yes. Give it to me!"
"I didn't hear your answer." Jacobson said firmly, "If you want
this cock in your cunt you have to ask for it the way a hot woman
asks a man for his cock."
"Yes!!" Sharla gasped. "Please! I want your cock in my cunt
fucking me. Please! Put it in my married pussy!"
Jacobson moved his hips forward. The rigid shaft touched
Sharla's labia. Slowly, he worked the head up and down the hot,
throbbing sex slit. "Ready for cock number three?"
"AAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
"Answer me! Are you ready?"
"I'm ready! I'M READY!!"
The turgid head entered her hole. Both the man and the woman
groaned with the intense pleasure of the entry. The wet folds of
the clinging cunt around his shaft sent waves of pleasure through
Jacobson. The incredibly hard male shaft stretching her vagina
open was electrifying to Sharla. Both moaned with wild
excitement.
Two more inches sank into the waiting female hole. Sharla's
body quivered and trembled. Jacobson's cock throbbed and jerked
inside the tight vagina. With three inches of cock inside her
pussy, Jacobson stopped moving. Slowly, he flexed his organ
causing it to expand and jerk against the walls of her sex
channel. The sensation was exquisite. Sharla's eyes widened,
wild with her mounting excitement. Still Jacobson did not move
his prick inside her waiting, eager cunt hole.
"Please," came her whispered moan. Jacobson still waited, his
cock continuing to flex and throb within her channel.
"Please!" Sharla sobbed breathlessly. "Please fuck me!"
Jacobson grinned and fed her waiting vagina another inch of his
cock before stopping yet again. As soon as he stopped, Sharla
began to beg him to give it to her... to fuck her. Her
passionate moans filled the hotel room as intense, uncontrollable
spasms surged through her cunt.
"DAMN YOU! I NEED YOUR COCK IN ME! FUCK ME WITH IT. FILL MY
CUNT... PLEASE!"
Grunting with intense male pleasure, Jacobson drove his hips
against Sharla's sex saddle as he thrust forward. The steel-hard
sex gun shot into her pussy to a loud cry of female excitement
and sexual bliss. Sharla's back arched; her hips driving upward
to receive the hard shaft deep inside her eager hole.
Jacobson released her legs and thrust his hands beneath her ass
to lift her cunt into better fucking position. At the same time
as he began to fuck her with hard driving strokes, she wrapped
her strong legs around her lover's waist and pulled him into her
cunt. Every time he slammed into her, she used her legs to
thrust her hips upward to take his full length inside her
trembling body.
Brice's wife started moving with the stud buried inside her
cunt. Her hips repeatedly thrust upward as Jacobson rammed his
throbbing shaft downward into the wet, eager hole. Sharla's
cries of passion filled the room... loud, screaming shrieks of
feminine delight.
Jacobson increased the speed and force of the fucking he was
giving the thrashing housewife. The cock was now thudding into
her so hard it made Sharla's entire body jerk. The motion caused
her big tits to fly back and forth on her chest in time to the
fucking Jacobson was giving her. Suddenly, she erupted in an
intense climax. Her sex hole clamped around the male shaft
hammering in and out in a futile attempt to keep it embedded deep
inside.
Without pausing to allow the moaning housewife's orgasm to ebb,
Jacobson drove his cock into her even harder, fucking Sharla at
a furious pace. With her pussy still in the throes of an intense
climax, the rapid motion of cock over her G-spot coupled with the
intense sensations every time his pubic bone banged against her
engorged clitoris drove Sharla straight into a series of
continuous orgasms. Unintelligible shrieks of ecstasy exploded
from her lungs as her hips gyrated and thrashed with wild abandon
on the bed.
Jacobson felt her vagina contracting around his cock in
repeated intense spasms. The sensation drove him wild. As his
sperm rose up from his balls and mixed with the semen gushing
from his prostate, he roared like a fiend and rammed his prick
harder and harder into the woman's throbbing sex hole.
"I'm cumming! I'm shooting it innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" he
bellowed as his load rocketed into the depths of her cunt,
drenching the opening of her womb. As he emptied his balls into
her, Brice's wife erupted once again.
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It was sometime in the middle of the night when Sharla felt
herself being rolled over onto her stomach. She was so exhausted
from the furious sex earlier in the evening that she did little
more than groan before attempting to go back to sleep.
It was not to be... at least not yet. A moment later, she felt
her hips being lifted and her knees pushed beneath her hips.
Slowly, she awakened sufficiently to realize that Jacobson had
her hips high in the air while her head was still on the bed.
She felt his body behind her, pressing against her buttocks.
"Ooohhhh god... you're going to fuck me again. Let's wait
until morning... please."
"We'll do it in the morning too," he whispered. "But right
now, my cock is hard as stone from feeling your naked body beside
me. I've got to fuck you. Spread your knees wider and reach
back and open yourself. Do it!"
Squirming about in the bed, Sharla managed to move her knees
apart. She lay there waiting.
"Do what I told you! Reach back and spread yourself." Leaning
forward, Jacobson grasped both of her wrists and pulled her arms
up and back until he had her hands on the cheeks of her upthrust
ass. Pressing her hands tight to her cheeks, he moved her hands
outwards. The motion began to spread her ass crease open. When
he had it partially open, he released Sharla's hands and watched
in satisfaction as she continued the movement that spread her
cheeks wide.
When her cunt and assholes were both fully exposed, he fitted
his cock into the maw of her gaping cunt that was still stretched
from the previous intense fucking he had given her. She was so
wet and open, his cock easily sank all the way into her. With
the entire, thick six inches of cock filling her, Sharla felt her
excitement rising in spite of her exhaustion. And when Jacobson
began to fuck her with hard, full-length strokes, she forgot
about being tired and began to gasp... then groan... then shriek
as women do when being screwed by a hard male spike.
Brice's wife came. Her cunt went into rapid, repeated
contractions around the embedded male sex gun which immediately
began to fire bursts of male cum into her waiting cunt hole.
======================================
The next night Brice fucked his wife like a man possessed as
Sharla described how Jacobson had fucked her the previous night.
The wildly excited husband had already pumped three huge loads of
semen into his wife, but as soon as he would cum, Sharla would
begin to describe something else about how she had been fucked,
and Brice would quickly get hard again.
"How many times did you cum?" he asked as his cock pounded in
and out of her clasping cunt.
"Ugh... aaahhh... don't know... oooohhhh god... fuck meeee!"
"Tell me!" he demanded.
"Fifteen... twenty... sometimes... aaaahhhhhhhh... ooohhh...
sometimes couldn't stop... ah! ah! ah! ... couldn't stop
cumming."
"Jezzzzz!!!" Brice hammered himself all the way into his
wife's hole. "Was that really the only cock you've had other
then mine?"
"Oooohhh fuckkk meeeeeeeeeee!"
"Tell me!"
"Yes. First cock other than yours except for one guy in high
school. Ugh ... ugh... ugh... got me drunk... ohhhhh god... I'm
gonna cummmmm... fucked me one time. I'm cumminggggggggg!!!"
"Oh you hot Bitch. Take my big load, Slut!" Brice's sex gun
shot several cum bullets into his wife's throbbing cunt.
==========================
Several Months Later:
The Bartels continued to have sex twice a day for a month after
Sharla had spent the night with Jacobson, but then, as before,
the intense excitement of his wife's first extramarital sexual
encounter ebbed. After that, Brice was fucking Sharla only seven
or eight times a week. Soon, it decreased to four times.
While Brice's level of sexual excitement was decreasing, Greg
Ralston's was still high, which wasn't surprising considering
that Sharla was still coming to work with no bra, and he had yet
to get into her. If he had known that she wore no panties, he
might have cum in his pants.
Greg repeatedly tried to get Sharla to have lunch with him
again. Of course, he was desperate to fuck her, but even if she
would do no more than permit him to ejaculate over her big tits,
it would be worth all the effort he was putting into seducing
her. Despite his best efforts, Sharla continued to reject his
advances. But finally Greg's persistence wore down Sharla's
resistance.
Approaching her during the morning break, Greg tried once
again. "Sharla, Mario, Clay, Bob, and I are going out for
Italian food for lunch. Four guys alone is not a lot of fun.
Would you join us?"
The attention of four men was enough to excite any woman, and
Sharla was no exception. "Not much can really happen in public,"
she thought. So, with a nod of her head, she accepted.
"Great! We're going to leave a little early... around 11:30 AM
to give us more time. I'm picking everyone up in the front of
the building."
At 11:25, Sharla found herself in the back seat of Greg's car
seated between Mario and Bob with Clay riding in the front with
Greg. They hadn't gone more than a half mile before she felt
Bob's hand on her knee. She smiled but shook her head as she
moved his hand away. But no sooner had she moved Bob's hand than
she felt Mario's on her other knee. Turning toward him, she
again smiled and once more moved the hand off her knee. As she
did so, Bob's hand returned to her knee.
It quickly became apparent that unless she demanded to be let
out of the car, there was no way she was going to be able to keep
the hands of the two randy males off her legs. Anyway, the hands
felt good on her legs. As soon as she stopped pushing the hands
off her legs, both men were slowly caressing her knees and below
them to her calves.
As Greg drove and Clay watched the action in the back seat, the
hands slid down to the side of Sharla's legs where they gently
squeezed and then started to stroke upwards in little circles. As
she became increasingly aware of the slow rise of the hands over
her knees and up her thighs. Sharla pressed her knees together.
At the same time as she pressed her knees together, the two
male hands forced her legs sufficiently apart to allow them to
move onto the inside of her thighs just above her knee where they
lightly stroked her, but did not move higher. Her excitement
slowly increased until by the time they reached the restaurant,
she was breathing deeply, almost panting.
After the four of them ordered, Sharla now found herself
between Grey and Clay, the men apparently taking turns with her.
As soon as the waiter had left their table, she felt hands on
both of her knees. Once more, she pressed her legs together, and
once again, felt male hands forcing themselves onto the bare
flesh of her thighs just above her knees.
"Does this feel as good to you as it does it me?" Greg
whispered in her ear.
"Of course it feels good, but I'm married," Sharla whispered
back somewhat breathlessly.
"It would feel even better," Clay said softly on the other side
of her, "if you would open your legs."
There was no mistaking what the men wanted; they wanted Brice's
wife to open her legs so that they would have access to more of
her body. For several minutes, Sharla resisted, but the hands
continued stroking her... going as high as her closed legs would
permit. Her excitement increased. When Mario bent over and
boldly looked beneath the table at her legs, it rose to an even
higher level.
Unable to hold out against all four men, Sharla let her legs
slide apart a little. Immediately, both Greg and Clay moved
their exploring hands further up her inner thighs. They both
exerted outward pressure, urging her to spread even wider. At
first, she refused to yield. The men pressed more firmly, all
the while continuing to stroke the thigh flesh available to them.
With a deep sigh, Sharla gave up and spread herself until she
was sitting at the table with her legs gaping wide as two male
hands caressed her inner thighs... higher and higher and
higher... slowly approaching her naked pussy.
At this point, their food arrived, but while the exploring
hands stopped, they never left her thighs as the waiter spread
the food over the table. Another waiter brought bread and salad
to the table along with olive oil and garlic.
Throughout all this, Grey and Clay kept their hands on Sharla's
thighs within a few inches of now gushing cunt. As soon as the
waiters left, the caressing and stroking male hands once again
began their journey toward their ultimate goal. Bob and Mario
began to eat as did Greg and Clay, but much more slowly as their
attention was elsewhere.
Sharla also began to eat but then abruptly stopped when Greg
slid his hand onto her shaved cunt and ran his fingers along the
bare slit.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. Then he lowered his voice and informed
the other men, "She's not wearing panties."
When Sharla's eyes closed and she softly moaned, Mario asked,
"Did you say something, Sharla?"
She opened her mouth to reply but at that instant, two fingers
slipped inside her cunt, and the only sound that came out was
"Fffffuckkkkkkkk....."
Clay's fingers had pushed into her wet pussy and were slowly
moving in and out. At the same time, Greg's fingers were softly
rubbing the swollen clit at the top of her sex slit. Helplessly,
Sharla squirmed in her seat as her cunt and clit were pleasured.
A woman at a neighboring table had begun watching her. She was
fully aware of what the men were doing to make the attractive,
young brunette's body squirm and jerk as it was doing.
Every man at the table could already smell the musky aroma of
Sharla's excited cuntal juices filling the air. She knew it
would be only a few moments before her scent reached the next
table where the woman watched her approaching a climax. The
aroma increased when both men inserted fingers into the gushing
pussy under their hands and began to simultaneously finger fuck
the trembling woman.
Sharla was about to cum. She was so close. All four men and
the woman at the next table knew they could bring her off
whenever they chose to do so. But they kept her right on the
edge. When her passion would ebb slightly, the fingers would
once more strum her clitoris and slid in and out of her throbbing
sex channel. She could no longer keep her hips still. At the
next table, the woman pushed her hand between her thighs as she
watched.
At this point, Greg spoke softly to Sharla as his fingers
continued to bring her tantalizingly closer and closer to climax.
"We're having a party at my house Saturday night. I want you and
your husband to come."
Sharla shuddered right on the brink of climax. "I don't
think... mmmmmmmm... don't think... ooohhhh... don't think he
will ... aaahhh... will come."
"Yes he will. He has you come to work with no bra and no
panties. He wants to see what happens. Ask him. Do you
understand? Ask him!"
All Sharla could do at this point was nod. Her excitement was
too high to allow her speak coherently. Three fingers now
explored inside her throbbing vagina. Her clitoris was engorged,
swollen, erect, pulsing. Each time a finger flicked it, her hips
thrust forward in her chair.
Sharla's breasts were heaving with her excited breathing. The
woman at the next table now had her fingers on her own clitoris
as she watched the incredibly erotic spectacle unfolding at the
next table. She desperately hoped the men would make the
brunette cum before they left.
Bob and Mario had finished eating, and Grey and Clay were
almost finished. Sharla, on the other hand, had hardly taken a
bite. "Are you going to finish your lunch, Sharla?" Greg asked.
Again, all she could do was shake her head. What woman could
possibly eat when she was hovering on the brink of an orgasm but
not being allowed to cum.
"Open up your blouse," Bob ordered. "Let's see how big they
are."
Sharla's breath came in deep, labored gasps now. There was no
way she could still her trembling fingers long enough to undo the
buttons on her blouse. So, Greg helped her. With practiced
ease, he slipped three buttons open and spread her blouse enough
to expose half of her naked tits. At the next table, the woman
felt her vagina contracting when she saw that the brunette wore
no bra. She wondered if she wore panties or if the men had just
pulled them to one side.
The men dropped money on the table for the bill and the tip and
started to rise when a voice at the next table stopped them.
"Finish her! Please! I want to see her cum," the 40-ish blonde
whispered just loud enough for the men to hear.
Immediately, Bob and Mario moved to the other table on either
side of the blonde. She made no effort to resist when she felt
their hands between her thighs. She spread wider to give them
access. Mario quickly pulled her panties aside and Bob's fingers
stroked her clitoris. The woman's hips began to thrust right
along with Sharla's.
Greg had Sharla's clit trapped between two fingers as he worked
them up and down the throbbing shaft while Clay finger fucked her
spasming cunt hole. At the same time, Bob jacked the blonde�s
clit while Mario slipped three fingers in and out of her cunt.
"Are you ready to cum, Sharla?" Greg asked.
For an answer, Sharla's mouth opened and her body shuddered
uncontrollably. Looking across at the next table, Greg said
softly to the gyrating woman, "Are you ready to cum, Honey?"
Like Sharla, the blonde could only nod.
"All right, Gentlemen," Greg intoned. "On the count of three."
"One." Fingers flew over the two throbbing clits.
"Two." Three fingers probed each cunt deeply.
"Three!" Six fingers rammed all the way into the two
contracting cunts while Greg and Bob pinched the two exploding
clits. Both women had to bite their knuckles to avoid screaming
as their orgasms engulfed their throbbing pussies.
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On the way back to work, the men again traded places. This
time, Mario and Bob wasted no time. Before they were halfway
back, Sharla's clitoris was in the throes of another intense
climax. Her legs were shaky when she emerged from the car, but
she did manage to stand without falling.
"Remember! Ask your husband to bring you to my house tomorrow
night at 8 PM. It's going to be a great party!"
===========================
Greg had been correct about Brice's reaction to the invitation
from Greg to attend a party on Saturday night.
"Sounds great. Let's go."
"Have I made it clear what's going to happen?" his wife asked.
"Those four guys finger fucked me and made me cum in a
restaurant Friday at lunch. You know if we go to Greg's party,
they're all going to fuck me."
"With me there? I doubt it, but if they do, just think how hot
it will be."
"It's not going to make them any difference whether you there
or not. They finger fucked me in a public restaurant while they
were doing a woman at the next table. If we go, I'm going to be
gang banged, Honey. Are you Ok with that?"
"Would you enjoy it?"
"Probably. I had two intense orgasms with them at lunch on
Friday." Sharla could see her husband's prick throbbing in his
pants when she told him this.
"You think that all four of them would fuck you?"
"I doubt that they'll draw straws. They all finger fucked me
at lunch. I'm sure they will all fuck me if we go."
"Oh god! Just thinking about that has me so damn hard I can't
believe it."
"Then you're ok with that? No problems? No jealousy or
anything?"
"I'm fine if you are."
"You're certain?"
"Let's go!"
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When Sharla emerged from her bedroom Saturday night around 7:30
PM, she wearing a long raincoat that was buttoned from top to
bottom. Brice was shocked to see her in the baggy garment.
"Is that what you're going to wear? I expected something more
erotic and sexy."
"Really? You want your wife to look hot and ready?"
"Oh yeah," Brice breathed excitedly.
"Maybe something more like this?" Sharla unbuttoned the
raincoat and tossed it aside. "Do you like this better?"
Underneath the raincoat, all she wore was a pink teddy, pink
bikini panties, and 5-inch, plastic, fuck-me heels. The teddy
exposed almost half of her big tits and ended at her navel. The
nearly transparent, pink panties covered her pussy and part of
her ass. The rest of her body was exposed.
"My god! You look like the whore of Babylon," Brice exclaimed.
"Is it too much? Should I change?"
"Hell no! You look delicious."
"Honey, are you absolutely certain that you're ok with this?
Those four guys are going to strip me and fuck me. You know
that. Do you want to call and cancel? If you do, it's fine with
me."
Brice shook his head. "Come on. Let's go. I'm already hard
as a rock just looking at you."
----------------------------
Sharla and Brice were the last ones to arrive at the party.
Before entering the house, Sharla once again turned to her
husband and asked, "Are you sure you're all right with this?
This is your last chance to change your mind."
"It's fine. How many times do I have to tell you?"
As soon as they entered, Brice was both surprised and shocked.
First, instead of four men, there were six. In addition to Greg,
Mario, Clay, and Bob, apparently Greg had also invited to other
men whom he did not know. Later on, Greg introduced them as Alex
and Miguel, two old college buddies of his.
Secondly, Sharla was the only woman present. He had assumed
that other couples would be present. Instead, it was obviously
going to be a gang bang of his wife.
There was an open wet bar available, and soft music already
filled the room. Greg quickly introduced Sharla and Brice to
Alex and Miguel and told them to help themselves to the bar and
the snacks spread out on the dining room table.
All the men looked with displeasure at Sharla's raincoat. "I
hope there's something sexier under that coat," Greg commented.
"There is," she grinned.
"Let's see," came a voice from the other side of the room.
Sharla quickly slipped the buttons of the coat open and let it
garment fall to the floor. "Damn, Woman!" Alex exclaimed, unable
to restrain his amazement at Sharla's gorgeous body and the way
the teddy and panties exposed it.
As the men were gaping at his wife, Brice decided to take Greg
up on his offer of drinks and snacks. The excited comments of
the men filled the room while Brice was busy filling his plate
and a glass with vodka and tonic. From the den, he heard Clay's
voice:
"Come on, Baby. Turn around so we can all see that big hot
ass. Oh yes! Like that! Just like that!"
Then another voice that Brice thought belonged to Miguel said,
"Slot your panties, Honey. Pull'em up into your hot ass crack...
Oh fuck yes! Now bend over and shove that sexy ass back at me."
When Brice walked back into the den, he saw his wife in exactly
the posture Miguel had ordered. Sharla had the pink panties
pulled deep into her ass crack so that they just seemed to
disappear. She was bent over with her hands on her ass cheeks,
which she was thrusting back at the six pairs of male eyes that
were locked onto the crevice of her ass.
"Shake that hot ass, Baby," came the command from Bob.
Immediately, Brice saw his wife begin to undulate her hips as
she moved around the room so that each man in turn was treated to
a close up view of her gyrating ass. Each time she stopped in
front of a man, she executed several coital thrusts right him.
Each thrust brought her cunt within inches of his face.
As soon as she had made a complete circuit of all six men,
Brice heard Greg give his wife another command:
"Oh Sharla, what a hot ass you have! Face us, Baby, and get
those big tits out so we can see what we're going to be playing
with all evening."
"Why don't you guys all move over to this couch and chairs so I
can face all of you at the same time?" Sharla suggested. Except
for Brice, the men all hastened to do as she asked. Brice
remained seated at the bar where he watched his wife turn to face
the six men and slowly pulled her teddy downward.
As she pulled the garment lower, more and more of her big tits
came into view. Finally, both nipples popped out over the top of
the teddy. The fact that both were hard and erect was not lost
on the men. Once her nipples were exposed, she quickly yanked
the teddy down below her tits so that both globes were thrust
forward. The effect was erotic, whorish, and obscene.
Brice watched with more and more concern as Alex moved forward
and took his wife into his arms. His left hand moved upward to
cup her naked tit while his right hand circled her waist and came
to rest on her ass. Brice was having trouble breathing as he
watched the two hands squeezing, stroking, rubbing, and fondling
his wife. He could already hear soft moans coming from her mouth
as her excitement rose higher and higher.
"Oh Fuck! What a body! Shit! I can't wait to get into you,
Honey," Mario groaned. "Move back, Alex. Give her room to take
off her panties so we can see her cunt!"
"I think I'll get my husband to help me," she said. Turning
toward Brice, she said, "Be a dear, Honey, and pull down my
panties so the guys can see your wife's cunt."
Brice really had no desire to strip his wife naked, but he
didn't know how to avoid it. His hands were shaking as he hooked
his fingers in the waistband of his wife's panties and pulled
them down over her thrusting ass until he had them bunched in the
crease at the junction of her ass and thighs. He had to kneel to
drag them the rest of the way down her thighs to leave her clad
in nothing except the useless teddy and her slutty heels. The
men were groaning and most were squeezing their hard cocks.
"We've only been here 30 minutes and things are already getting
out of hand," Brice thought to himself.
Brice watched his wife walk right up to Bob and begin to grind
her hips. After a moment, the grinding motion changed to the
same coital thrusts she had done before, but this time her cunt
was naked. Each time her pelvis surged forward, her wet, hot
hole was no more than a few inches from the eyes of the lusting
male in front of her.
As Sharla moved from one man to another, fucking her hips back
and forth in front of each one, Brice's eyes were riveted on her
naked, thrusting ass. When he finally looked away, he saw that
five of the men had already stripped naked while the fifth,
Miguel, was in the process of removing his shorts as he watched
Sharla's cunt gyrating before his eyes.
When they had arrived, he was shocked to see six men instead of
four and to see that his wife was the only woman present. Now,
he had still another reason to worry, four of the six naked men
had much bigger cocks than his. Mario's and Alex's cocks were
about 8 inches and about the same thickness as his. Bob was also
about 8 inches, but clearly thicker than his seven and a half
inches. Clay was even bigger, maybe approaching nine inches and
very thick. Miguel's cock was about the same as his while Greg
was slightly smaller at 7 inches. There was no way he could
suppress thoughts that his wife would probably later laugh at his
small penis.
As these awful thoughts were swimming through his mind, he
heard Alex speaking to his wife:
"Suck time, Sharla. Let's see how well you can deep throat 8
inches of man mean."
Brice looked about the room to find Sharla. At first, he
didn't see her. But then he saw Alex's standing on the other
side of a lounge chair. He also saw that his nude body was
moving back and forth from the waist up. Moving around the
chair, he found exactly what he expected to find. His wife was
squatting in front of Alex with her heels planted in the carpet
and her knees bent. She was grasping the base of his big cock
with one hand as he fed the huge shaft into her mouth. At the
moment, Brice saw that she had managed to suck in about three
inches of his thick prick.
Saliva coated the shaft with the excess dripping from her chin.
She was obviously trying her best to thoroughly lubricate the
cock before he pushed it into her throat. Alex let her take her
time for several minutes. By that time she had managed to get
five inches inside her mouth hole. Brice knew the big head had
to be pressed against the opening to her throat.
Alex gripped Sharla's head in both hands and firmly pulled her
forwards, forcing her mouth further down his embedded cock.
Brice heard his wife gagging as the cock entered her throat. She
tried to draw back from the cock, but Alex was having none of
that. With firm pressure, he forced her mouth and lips even
further down his cock.
Brice's wife continued to struggle but in spite of her efforts,
the big cock was relentlessly moving deeper into her throat. By
this time, 6 inches of cock was in her throat, but Alex wanted
all of it buried down her gullet. Brice watched as the man gave
a forceful pull on Sharla's head. At the same time, he thrust
his hips forward. She emitted a muffled, gurgling scream as the
cock buried itself all the way down her throat. Her lips were
now kissing his pubic mound.
Brice watched with mounting uneasiness as Alex held Sharla's
head motionless and proceeded to fuck her mouth as though he were
fucking her cunt. She kept her eyes open the entire time. Her
gagging had stopped and every man in the room could see the
excitement building in her eyes and in her body language.
Halfway through the mouth fuck, her hand moved between her thighs
and began to stroke her clitoris as she sucked.
Five minutes later, Alex's body stiffened. Then, his hips
jerked several times in rapid succession as he emptied his load
straight down Sharla's throat. At the very end, a white stream
of semen forced its way out of her mouth and ran down her chin.
As soon as Alex pulled out of Sharla's mouth, Brice saw Clay
moving up to the squatting woman, his massive nine and a half
inch, thick erection swinging in front of him. He pulled up and
led her to the couch. Lying down, he gave her a one word
command, "SUCK!"
Brice could not suppress a grimace as he watched his wife's
lips part wide to take the big head inside her mouth. Clay gave
her a moment to get used to his size before he began pulling her
head down his weapon with steady pressure. More and more cock
entered his wife's mouth. When over half of the massive fuck
stick was buried, Brice knew it was about to enter Sharla's
throat. It appeared to him that her jaw might be dislocated by
the huge shaft.
Two more inches of cock disappeared inside. Brice was shocked
to see his wife's throat actually bulge as the cock moved deeper
and deeper.
Sharla's eyes were bulging as Clay forced more and more of his
huge shaft into her throat. Impatient, he suddenly forced the
last inches of cock down her throat. She began to make gurgling
noises. Her body jerked and thrashed, but her mounting
excitement was evident from the way her breasts were heaving.
Slowly, Clay withdrew his cock until only the head remained
inside. Brice was stunned to see his wife eagerly ram her head
back down the big shaft quickly forcing all nine-and-a-half
inches back into her throat until her lips were kissing his
groin. She paused and then pulled back. A moment later, she
slammed her head all the way back down and began sucking his cock
like a woman possessed.
There was no way Clay could hold back his load. After a couple
of minutes, he reached down and held Sharla's head in place. His
hips humped upward off the chair as he rammed her mouth hard into
his pubic hair. The load spewed out into her throat... gush
after gush. Not able to swallow fast enough, thick, creamy white
liquid burst between her lips and the big shaft.
Brice was beside himself. This was totally different that what
he had imagined it would be. It was one thing to fantasize about
his wife being screwed by one man or to listen while she related
how Jacobson had fucked her. It was an entirely different matter
to watch six men using her like a whore. A wave of different
emotions surged through him... anger... embarrassment...
regret... fear.
All of these emotions doubled in intensity when he heard his
wife groaning and begging. Turning, he saw that Bob had her on
the couch, her ass hanging over the edge, as he knelt between her
thighs and slammed eight inches of cock in and out of her cunt.
"OOOhhhhhhhhhh... yessss! Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Give it to me,
Stud. Ram Meeeeeeeeeee!!!"
Brice could take no more.
"STOP! GOD DAMN IT! STOP RIGHT NOW! NO MORE!" he bellowed,
his face red with rage and embarrassment.
The outburst so shocked Bob that he jumped backwards. When his
cock exited Sharla's cunt, it was only semi-hard. A moment
later, he was totally soft having almost instantly lost his
erection at Brice's angry outburst.
Before anyone could say much of anything, Brice had pulled his
wife to her feet and wrapped her body in her large raincoat.
Without a word to anyone, he pulled her to the door, slamming it
shut behind them. A minute later, he pushed her into their car
and was speeding toward home.
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Brice fumed and raged as he drove home. Sharla huddled in the
corner of the front seat, naked save for the raincoat, but
remained silent. When Brice unlocked the front door of their
house, Sharla walked past him without saying a single word. Once
inside, she dropped the raincoat on the floor and walked into the
master bedroom, kicked off the fuck-me heels, and entered the
bathroom. A minute later, Brice heard water running in the
shower.
He poured himself a drink wondering what he should say to his
wife and what he should do. When he finally walked into their
bedroom, he found Sharla already in bed. She turned on her side
facing away from him and said not a word.
In desperation, Brice blurted, "Listen, Honey. I'm sorry, but
I didn't realize what it would be like. I thought there would be
only four men, not six. I also thought there would be other
women present. And I had no idea how much different it would be
to actually watch you being gang banged by six men than it was to
fantasize with you about your having one man or to listen when
you described sex with Jacobson. I just couldn't handle it. I
hope you're not angry. After all, you did say we could cancel if
I wanted to and you wouldn't mind."
Sharla didn't reply. Nor did she turn to look at her husband.
Not knowing when to stop, Brice persisted. "Are you angry?
You said it would be all right."
Without looking at her husband, Sharla said in an even voice,
"I'm not angry... I'm furious! I said it would be all right if
we cancelled before going. I asked you at least six times. I
did not say it would be all right to go and let me get all six of
those men hard, hot, and wildly excited and to let them get me
hotter than I've ever been in my life and then to just drag me
away leaving all of those guys with raging erections and painful
balls and me with a throbbing cunt that wanted... NO... NEEDED...
cock... lots of cock. That most certainly wasn't all right!
Now go to sleep and shut up!"
===========================
One Week Later:
A week had passed without much of any conversation between
Sharla and Brice, much less any sex. On the Friday following the
aborted party at Greg's, Brice arrived home at 6 PM to find the
house empty. On the kitchen table, he found a note from Sharla.
Opening it, he read,
"I won't be home tonight, Brice. My best estimate is that I
should be back tomorrow between noon to 2 PM. At that time, if
you're here, we will talk. If you're not here, so be it. You're
on your own for dinner tonight. Sharla"
Brice was stunned. He paced the house most of the night unable
to sleep. Television was impossible to watch and a book equally
impossible to read since he could think of nothing else except
where his wife was... if she was all right... if she would return
tomorrow as the note said. Finally, he fell into an exhausted
sleep around 4 AM.
It was almost 2 PM the next day before Brice heard the garage
door opening. A moment later the connecting door to the garage
in the kitchen swung open and his wife entered. She looked fresh
and relaxed, which was much better than Brice looked after a
night with virtually no sleep.
"You don't look so good," she commented as she set her handbag
down on the bureau.
"I didn't get much sleep last night for worrying about you and
wondering where you were."
"Sorry about that, but I'm sure you'll live."
"Well... are you going to tell me where you've been and what's
happening?"
"Yes, but if you start screaming and yelling at me, I'm
leaving. Understand?"
When Brice nodded, Sharla said, "Ok. When I went to work
yesterday, I told Greg and Bob that I would like to get together
with them that evening to apologize properly for last Saturday
night. After work, I came home briefly to leave you the note and
then I went over to Greg's house where he and Bob were waiting
for me."
"What happened then?"
"Then I apologized to both of them the way a woman should
apologize to men whose cocks she's gotten hard as stone but then
failed to take care of them the way a woman should."
"You fucked them?"
"No. They fucked me... many, many times. I forgot to mention
that after I left the note on the kitchen table, I went upstairs,
stripped naked except for the same fuck-me heels I wore to the
party last Saturday night, put on the same raincoat, and then
drove over to Greg's house."
"You went over there naked?" Brice said becoming more and more
uncomfortable.
"Very naked. As soon as walked in, I told them that I was
terribly sorry about the way you acted last Saturday that left
them with raging hard-ons but no cunt and me with a throbbing,
wet cunt but no cock. I also told them that you wouldn't be
coming over this time to ruin the party. Finally, I suggested
that we pick up exactly where we were when we were so rudely
interrupted last Saturday."
"Where was that?" Brice asked.
"Don't you remember? Bob had me essentially naked on the couch
with my ass hanging over the edge. He had just rammed his 8-inch
prick all the way into my cunt and begun to fuck me when you went
crazy and ruined every thing. So, I took off my raincoat, tossed
it aside, and got on the same couch with my ass over the edge and
my legs up in the air. I smiled at Bob, spread my pussy open,
and invited him to put his cock back inside my hot, wet cunt.
Naturally, he accepted my invitation."
"But you were there all night? Why?"
"It took that long for me to properly satisfy Greg and Bob."
"All night and until 2 PM the next day?"
"Not quite. They finished screwing me around noon today, but
then I had to take a bath, fix my makeup, have a bite to eat, and
then drive home. That took a couple of hours."
"God! How many times did they fuck you?"
"You have to remember, Honey, that they were really hot and
hard, especially after last Saturday, and I just couldn't get
enough either. Let's see... Greg fucked me five times last
night. He shot two loads down my throat when I sucked his cock,
two more loads into my cunt, and one inside my ass. Bob pumped
in six loads... two into my belly, two in my cunt, and two up my
ass. We got to sleep around 1 AM."
"Jezzz... they came in your mouth four times?"
"Well, not exactly. Twice they pulled out just as they were
cumming and shot the load all over my face and tits as well as
into my mouth and belly."
"Was that it?" her husband asked, his cock beginning to harden
even though he hated hearing what his wife was telling him.
"Of course not. Men get morning erections, Darling. You know
that. They both woke with raging hard-ons, and I had to take
care of them. Those two randy studs took turns on me. They each
switched back and forth between my ass and cunt holes until they
finally both got off. After that, we had breakfast."
"So why did it take you until 2 PM to come home?"
"By the time we finished breakfast, I wanted more cock and they
were both hard again. Greg got on the bed and I mounted his
cock. When he had it buried in me, Bob pushed me forward over
Greg's body and mounted me doggy using my ass. That was just
incredible, Honey. One 7-inch dick up my cunt and another 8-inch
cock all the way in my ass. We all came about the same time."
And that wasn't the end of the sex. We played around on the
bed for bit until the guys got hard again. I helped that process
along by sucking both of them. Once they were hard, I mounted
Greg again, this time in reverse cowgirl position with his cock
up my ass. He grabbed my tits and pulled me backwards far enough
to expose my cunt, which Bob quickly filled with his dick. Once
more, those two studs doubled fucked your wife's cunt and ass
holes."
"Was that the end of it?"
"Nope. We rested about an hour and then they each fucked me
again, one at a time. Greg ordered me to ride his big cock.
After he finished, Bob mounted me missionary style with my legs
wrapped around his ass. That was the end of it."
"So how many times were you fucked?"
"Didn't you count? Let's see. Five times for Greg last night,
and six times for Bob. They each fucked me when we woke up.
That's 13 times, right? After breakfast, I got double fucked
twice with them switching positions... so that's four more loads
for a total of 17. And then the last two single fucks makes 19
loads of cum shot into your wife in the last 20 hours or so."
"Good lord! How many times did you cum?"
"You have to be kidding. A huge number of times."
"How many? Estimate."
"Do you want me to count the number of orgasms I had when they
licked my clit and cunt or just the ones I had when they were
fucking me?"
"They sucked your cunt and clit?"
"Numerous times."
"All right... just count the times you came when they were
fucking you."
"I don't know. Maybe and average of three or four orgasms each
time they fucked me... so about 70 orgasms."
Brice's cock was fully hard now. "This has me so hard I can't
believe it. Let's go fuck."
"Sorry. Can't. Still have four more men to whom I need to
apologize. I have a date with Alex and Mario tonight at 8 PM and
I need to get some rest before then. Next Friday night, I'll be
apologizing to Clay and Miguel."
"Oh god... will that be end of it? Will we be ok after that?"
"That depends on you. You're going to have to make a
decision."
"What decision?"
"I've given this a lot of thought... a lot of thought. When I
met you, I was a virgin except for one brief fuck in high school
when I didn't even have an orgasm I was so scared. You were
essentially my first cock. Then you encouraged me to have sex
with Jacobson, and you really got off when I told you all the hot
details. At that point, I realized what I had been missing all
my life... I found that I really liked fucking and new cocks...
just like men like new pussy. Then came the party last Saturday,
and I was wildly excited. I was about to go from having had only
two cocks in my life to having had 8... I was going to quadruple
the number of cocks that I've had in my cunt... at least I was
going to have that wonderful experience until you ruined every
thing. That is not going to happen again."
"So? What decision are you talking about?"
"You have three choices. I'll abide by whichever one you
chose:
"First: You can decide that you don't wish to be married to me
any longer. If that's your choice, then we can simply sell the
house and divide up the assets equally. After that, we obtain a
simple, no contest divorce. You go your way; I go mine. This is
not my choice, but I will not object if you choose this.
"Second: We can remain married and each have discreet affairs
and liaisons with others... you with women... me with men. You
will not tell me... I will not tell you. We will not embarrass
or humiliate each other nor will we criticize. When we are
together, we enjoy eac other sexually and otherwise, but your
women and my men remain in the shadows and secret.
"Third: We can have an open marriage. I know of your women
and sometimes participate with you. You know of my men and
sometimes participate or watch with me. Sometimes we swing with
other couples. Every thing is open, and no one criticizes.
"So... Chose. Which is it to be?"
After a moments thought, Brice remarked, "I don't like any of
those choices. I would like to add a fourth choice. We go back
the way we were... we see only each other. I'm faithful to
you... you're faithful to me. No other women... no other men.
That's my choice."
"I'm sorry, Brice, but that choice is no longer available to
you."
"Why not? We were happy like that before."
"Because you opened Pandora's Box and allowed me to see how
much excitement and pleasure I've been missing all my life. Now
that I've seen, there is no way back. Once Pandora's Box is
opened, what was hidden inside escapes forever."
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Leaving Brice to consider his choices, Sharla went to their
bedroom to get some rest and to prepare for her date with Alex
and Mario that evening. Almost six hours passed before Brice saw
his wife emerge from the bedroom. Once again, she was wearing
her long raincoat over whatever she had on underneath, if
anything.
"Well, have you decided on your choice, Brice?" she asked as
she retrieved her car keys from the top of the bureau.
"Not yet."
"All right. Take your time, but I want a decision when I come
home tomorrow afternoon. The default choice is Choice one,
divorce. So if you still want me as your wife, you need to make
up your mind by that time or I'll be filing on Monday afternoon.
Understand?"
Brice nodded. Looking at his wife, he couldn't keep from
asking, "Are you naked under that raincoat again?"
"Of course not! That would be obscene. Anyway, I did that
with Greg and Bob yesterday. I thought it would be more erotic
if I treated Alex and Mario to some thing a little different.
Want to see, Honey?"
"Please."
"Hope you like my selection," Sharla teased as she removed the
raincoat.
Her husband's eyes widened, his mouth opened, but no sound
emerged. "Oh I love that reaction. I take it you think my
outfit is hot and sexy? Right?"
Brice stared at the wet look, red vinyl halter and miniskirt
combination his wife wore. The two garments fitted her like a
second skin. The halter only covered slightly more than half of
her large tits. The brief, very short, red miniskirt just barely
managed to cover all of her ass. Above the fuck-me pumps she
wore, her legs were bare.
"Do you have on any panties?"
"Yes. I hope you don't mind. I know you've forbidden me to
wear panties to work, but since I'm not going to work, I thought
it would be all right if I wore some."
With a quick motion, his wife pulled up the miniskirt and let
Brice see the bright red, bikini panties that just barely covered
her ass and cunt. "Anyway, I don't expect that Alex and Mario
will allow me to wear the panties for very long, Honey. So I
think I'll be in compliance with your 'no panties' order pretty
soon after I get to Alex's apartment. Do you think I look hot?"
"You're incredible... just stunning."
"Is your cock hard thinking about how those two studs are going
to be screwing your wife tonight?"
"Yes... very hard."
"Good! If it's still hard tomorrow when I come home and if
you've made either Choice Two or Choice Three, I want that big,
hard cock up my cunt as soon as walk in the door. Well... I have
to go and make appropriate apologies to Alex and Mario. See you
tomorrow, Darling."
Brice's cock was still hard and throbbing five minutes after
the front door had closed behind his wife.
=============================
An hour later, Brice was still sitting in their den. His cock
had lost some of its rigidity, but it was still semi-hard. Every
time he thought about what his wife might be doing, it got
harder. Looking at his watch, he realized that she had been gone
over an hour. Since it was only a 15 or 20 minute drive to
Alex's apartment, she had already been there for about 45
minutes. "I wonder what's she doing right now," he thought.
"She's probably naked by this time."
----------------
Brice would have been somewhat surprised if he had known that
his wife was still dressed exactly as she had been when she left
their house. However, both Alex and Mario were naked having been
slowly stripped by his wife. Sharla had taken almost 25 minutes
to complete the job of stripping the two randy, anxious men. She
alternated removing a article of their clothing and caressing or
sucking their rigid, throbbing erections.
At the same moment as Brice had looked at watch and realized
that an hour had passed, Sharla had the two naked men standing on
either side of her as she squeezed and slowly stroked their
cocks, Alex's with her right hand, Mario's with her left.
"Open your mouth, Sharla. Suck our cocks, Baby," Alex ordered.
Sitting down with the two men on either side, Sharla opened her
legs so they could see her panty-covered pussy and began
alternating between the two erections.
----------------
Brice paced his den for another 15 minutes before the stress
was too much. He decided to head for his local watering hole
for a drink. After a 10-minute drive, he was sitting at the bar
with his first bourbon and water. For the tenth time, he looked
at his watch and calculated that his wife had been in Alex's
apartment for about an hour and a half. "Shit! I wonder which
one of them is fucking her right now?" he thought to himself.
Again, Brice would have been surprised to learn that the answer
to his mental question was both Alex and Mario were in his wife
but neither had yet fucked her.
----------------
Sharla had just moved to stand between the two men. Both Alex
and Mario began to caress and stroke her body. Together they
worked on both of her tits, pulling her nipples until they were
hard and elongated. Both men were fingering her pussy
simultaneously, Alex with two fingers inside her vagina... Mario
working her clit with two fingers. Their motions were smooth but
determined. Alex thrust hard into her pussy working both fingers
in to the knuckles and pumping in and out. As her lubricating
juices flowed over his hand, he pushed in a third finger and his
thumb moved upward to her clitoris.
With Alex now stroking her throbbing clit, Mario was free to
move his hand around Sharla's hips to her ass where he worked two
fingers into her back channel. The men worked on Brice's wife in
counterpoint: As Alex's fingers fucked into her cunt, Mario's
fingers withdrew from her ass. Then their motions reversed with
Mario pumping inward as Alex withdrew.
There was no escape from the probing fingers. No matter which
direction the impaled woman moved, one set of fingers drilled her
hole even deeper. His hips gyrated and humped wildly and after a
few minutes of this treatment, Sharla surged to a powerful
orgasm. Her vagina and ass both contracting in hard, repeated
spasms.
The pair continued to finger her front and back passages as
Sharla shook and trembled between them. Alex pointed at his
fully erect cock. Sharla didn't need and further explanation of
what he wanted. She sank to her knees in front of him. Before
she had sucked in no more than three inches of cock, Mario
grasped her waist and bent her forwards. Bending over, Brice's
wife sucked in more of Alex's prick. When the big shaft pressed
against the opening to her throat, she paused to stop the gagging
and then smoothly lowered her mouth until her lips were kissing
his belly. As Sharla worked her lips around the base of the
cock, Mario pressed his fuck stick to her anus. Having been so
recently stretched by both Greg and Bob the night before, his
cock sank in easily.
----------------
Brice had finished his fourth drink. His fifth was almost gone
as he finished his review of how all of this happened. He
glanced at his watch. The dial showed the time to be 10:47 PM,
Saturday night. Sharla had been in the process of apologizing to
Alex and Mario for two-and-a-half hours now. Brice wondered
which of the men had his cock inside his wife's cunt at the
moment. He wondered how many times they had already made her cum
and how many loads of cum they had already shot into her mouth,
cunt, and ass. And next Friday night, she would have to
apologize to Clay and Miguel. He laughed mirthlessly as he
wondered how much "apologizing" would be required to satisfy
Clay's monster cock.
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"OOOOOHHHHH... God!" Sharla groaned, her cunt contracting in
hard spasms just as Mario was ejaculating inside her vagina. Her
naked tits heaved from the exertion of her sixth orgasm.
Alex gave her no time to rest. His cock was hard again, and he
wanted her ass. As Sharla bent over to clean her juices and his
semen from Mario's cock, he moved behind her and thrust his organ
into her widely stretched ass hole.
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For the fiftieth or so time, Brice pondered his three choices.
He couldn't bear the thought of losing the most sensuous woman he
had ever seen. So Choice one was definitely out. Choice two
would be torturous... absolutely awful. He would never know who
was fucking his wife... when she was being fucked... how often
her cunt was being filled. He would go crazy.
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Alex had just finished fucking Sharla's ass. As his cock
softened, he pulled her backwards so that her back was against
his chest with her legs up high in the air. He reached around
her hips and pulled her ass wide open so Mario could see the wet,
stretched, inviting hole.
Sharla saw Mario staring at her well-fucked ass, smiled, and
said, "Come on, Stud. Let my ass apologize to you properly.
Stick it in, Baby!"
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Having eliminated both Choices One and Two, only Choice Three,
an open, swinging marriage, was left. The more Brice thought
about it, the better it seemed. Once Sharla had completed her
apologies, they would be a couple again, together, sharing,
enjoying each other's bodies, friendship, and love and sharing
many sensuous pleasures. And he would never again make the
mistake he made at that party a week ago. Jealously was
definitely out! And there was no reason to be jealous. Sharla
had made it very clear that she preferred him to all others, but
not exclusive of all others. Knowing that his wife thought he
was the best was more than enough... and as a little added spice,
there was always the delightful, wet, tight cunts of all the
other women.
No doubt about it! If ever a choice was clear cut, this was
it. Choice Three! Having decided, Brice relaxed and found
himself hoping Sharla was having multiple orgasms. It would
incredibly hot to hear all about them tomorrow when they were in
bed fucking.
He left the rest of his drink on the bar since he no longer
felt any further need for alcohol. After driving home, he went
into his bedroom, removed his clothes and slipped under the
covers anticipating a good night's sleep.
Before he drifted off, he thought, "I wonder what the hell
Pandora's Box is? Maybe 'Pandora's Box' is Pandora's cunt?"
Just before he fell asleep, he decided to look it up in the
morning.
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