Rumors

   By RLM

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Party:


  There were five couples at Mary's party plus one third wheel,
me.   Actually, I was surprised that I was even here.  When
Drew's bimonthly inspection trip to the firm's eastern sales area
had been moved up a week, I had called Mary to tell her that we
needed to cancel since my husband would be out of town.  But Mary
was having none of that.

  "What in the hell has Drew's inspection trip got to do with
your coming to the party?" she had demanded to know.  "Are you
supposed to become a recluse just because he's out of town?  Get
with it, Girl.  I damn well expect you here, and I expect you to
have a great time without your husband... in fact, I expect you
to have an even better time than if he were here."

  "What is that supposed to mean?"

  "Just what it sounds like, Kati.  With no husband looking over
your shoulder, you're free to flirt outrageously with all the
other men.  You should have a blast."

  "And your husband, Ron?  Am I also free to flirt outrageously
with that handsome hunk?"

  "Absolutely.  You keep him busy and out of my way so I can
flirt with the other men at the party.  Speaking of other men...
I guess you know that Darren has the hots for you."

  "Darren?  You mean Darren Elliott?  Marcia's husband?"

  "Who else?  Now there's a real hunk, as you put it."

  "That doesn't make any sense, Mary.  Marcia is drop-dead
gorgeous.  She makes me look like a boy.  Why would Darren have
the hots for any other woman when he has Marcia?"

  "I don't believe what I'm hearing!  I would have sworn that you
were in your late 20s.  I had no idea you were still a teenage
girl."

  "What in the hell are you talking about, Mary?  I'm 28."

  "I know you're 28, but asking why a man would be interested in
a woman other than his wife when his wife is beautiful sounds
like a question a 13-year old girl might ask.  Men like variety,
haven't you heard?  For that matter, so do women."

  "Well, maybe.  But I'm sure that Darren doesn't have the hots
for me."

  "You're sure about that, are you?  Why would you think that
Darren is any different than Drew?"

  "Drew?  You mean my husband?"

  "He's the only 'Drew' that I know, Honey."

  "Are you saying that Drew has the hots for other women?"

  "Oh come on, Kati.  Your husband is on the road away from home
7 to 10 days a month, every month.  Do you think he just sits
alone in a hotel room 7 to 10 evenings a month watching TV?  He's
a sexy looking guy, or haven't you noticed?"

  "I know he's sexy... very sexy.  And I don't think he's out
chasing women."

  "Ok... Ok.  Look, Kati.  You're my friend.  If you say he's not
chasing, then he's not chasing.  End of story.  You will be at
the party won't you?"

  "Sure, I'll be there.  I might even flirt a little," I said
with a laugh.  Then, in a more serious vein, I asked, "Mary, do
you have any reason to think my husband is running around on me
or was that just talk to get me to come to the party?"

  In an equally serious tone, Mary replied, "Mostly just talk,
Kati.  Some of the women have been talking, but it's just
speculation on their part, I think."

  "What are they saying?"

  "Just that Drew is a sexy-looking stud and they can't believe
he's not banging women in every place he visits... that sort of
thing.  Just gossip... no facts.  Don't worry about it.  You know
more about your husband than anyone else."

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  I was sure I did know more about Drew than any of the other
women, so I had taken Mary's advice.  And I had also come to the
party just as I had promised.  When I was getting dressed earlier
in the evening, I kept thinking about my statement to Mary that I
might just flirt a little.  I had to admit to myself that the
thought of some harmless, sexy flirting was sort of exciting.  In
the end, those thoughts had persuaded me to put my conservative
blouse and slacks back into the closet and select something more
appropriate to flirting.

  At first, I took out the micro-mini skirt I had bought for slut
wear when Drew and I went on vacation a year ago to Cancun. 
After I had it on and looked at my reflection in the mirror, I
was shocked to see how short it was.  It just barely covered my
ass.  One-half inch less and my ass cheeks would have been on
display.  I could hardly believe that I had actually worn this
outfit in Cancun.  If I wore this to the party, I would probably
be gang raped... or maybe gang banged would be a better term.

  I was laughing when I returned the micro-mini to the closet. 
In its place, I took out a black cocktail dress that I had bought
a month or so back for evening wear.  The hemline was several
inches lower than the micro-mini, but even so, the V-neck exposed
not just a little cleavage.

  I was still undecided, but finally I thought, "Well, if I'm
going flirt a little, I'll need a little bait to attract the
fish."  I was still laughing at that thought when I left the
house for the party.

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  By 10 PM, it was obvious that I really hadn't needed to worry
about "bait".  All six husbands had, at one point or another,
flirted with me in some way.  Rusty Randle had brought me a cup
of punch and just stared at me.  If I intended to flirt, this was
as good a time as any, I thought.

  "Like what you see, Rusty?"

  "Oh my god, yes!  You look fabulous in that dress.  It looks
like it's sprayed on."

  I kept a straight face even though his remark had made my pussy
throb in a sudden, hard spasm.  "It's supposed to look like that.
 I'm glad you like it."

  Not more than 10 minutes later, I caught Art Walton staring at
my exposed thighs as I sat on the couch with my legs crossed.  He
looked away quickly... typical response of some men when a woman
catches them looking, but a few minutes later he couldn't resist
looking again.  This time I was smiling at him when he looked.

  At first, the poor guy didn't know what to do.  I helped solve
his problem by recrossing my legs in the opposite direction
giving him a brief glimpse of my panties in the process and also
letting my dress ride a little higher on my thighs.  I saw the
bulge in his pants growing and a moment later, he hurried off
before he embarrassed himself even more.

  Gary Frawley told me that if I were his wife, he'd never go off
and leave me alone.  "Why," I asked in my most innocent voice.

  "First, because I couldn't bear to be away from such a gorgeous
woman and secondly, because I would be afraid another man would
steal you away from me before I got back."  After he said that,
it was my turn to blush and feel embarrassed.

  Just when I had concluded that my "harmless" flirting had
gotten out of hand, Darren Elliott approached me.  "Time for the
beautiful, unescorted lady to dance."  With that preamble, he
took my arm and led me out onto the patio where the Lufkin's
hi-fi was playing slow dance music.  Earlier, several couples had
been dancing, but at the moment, we were alone.

  I started to protest, but Darren ignored me and pulled me into
his arms.  After a few moments, we were slowly moving to the
music as his body pressed firmly against mine.  My 36D breasts
were mashed against his chest, something that he certainly didn't
mind, and I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against my
mound, something that I knew I should mind, but didn't.

  "MMmmmmm... you feel marvelous, Kati.  Just marvelous."  He
pressed us even more tightly together.

  "Don't.  Please."

  "Why?"

  "I'm married.  So are you."

  "We're just dancing, Kati.  Mary was dancing with several of
the other men earlier.  You saw her."

  "I don't think it was this close."

  "You saw her.  You know very well it was... maybe even closer.
Besides, you like dancing like this.  I can tell.  Isn't that the
truth?"

  "Yes... I like it, but I shouldn't."

  "Why?  Drew is probably doing the same thing right now with
another lady."

  "No.  I don't think so," I stammered as Darren's hand moved
below my waist onto the swell of my buttocks.  I knew I should
stop him, but for some reason, I didn't.

  "You husband is a handsome guy.  I don't think he's spending
his evenings alone 7 to 10 nights a month.  Do you?"

  "You're just saying that.  You don't really know that."

  "True, but there is talk... by the women and by some of the
people in Drew's firm."

  "That's just talk.  Doesn't mean anything."

  "Probably not, but I still love dancing with you in any case. 
I would love to do more."  Darren's hand moved even lower on my
ass.  Slowly, as we danced, he moved it in sensuous circles about
my ass letting his fingers trace up and down between my cheeks

  He was getting me hot... really hot, but it did feel so
erotic... so sensuous.  Then I felt his fingers on my leg moving
up under my dress.

  Jerking back out of his embrace, "NO!  I'm sorry, but no." 
With that, I turned and walked rapidly back into the house
leaving Darren with what I knew was now a very hard erection.

  As I poured myself a glass of the spiked punch (I needed it),
Mary came up and said softly, "That's probably the first time
Darren's ever been left standing alone on a dance floor with his
big erection sticking out."

  "You saw?"

  "Of course... we all saw.  We were... eh... sort of spying on
the two of you.  Someone even suggested a betting pool as to
whether or not Darren would bed you tonight."

  "Who's we?"

  "Me, Leana, and Susan.  Both Leana and Susan were betting that
he would."

  "And you?"

  "I know you pretty well.  I took the other side and won five
bucks from each of them.  Frankly, I wasn't sure I had made a
good bet.  Darren is a real stud and considering that Drew is
probably doing the same thing... well, as I say, I wasn't sure."

  "Everyone keeps saying that Drew is cheating on me.  There's no
evidence or indication of that.  Why does everyone keep saying
that?"

  "There are rumors from some of the other people at Drew's firm,
and it just natural for a man as sexy as Drew to seek some female
companionship when he's alone as much as he is."

  "Well, I don't believe it!"

  "I hope you're right, but right now let's you and I do a little
sexy spying ourselves."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Darren just took Leana Wellon out to the patio to dance.  She
was already hot from watching the two of you.  I don't think he's
gonna encounter a lot of resistance.  Come on.  Let's watch.  We
can get a very good view from the study."

  "But where's Leana's husband Art?  I know he's here somewhere.
He was staring up my dress earlier."

  "Yeah, I know.  And I saw you flashing your panties at the poor
guy.  Naughty ... naughty.  Anyway, he's been putting away that
spiked punch for two hours now.  The last time I saw him, he was
in the den feeling no pain and talking with Ron.  Come on.   Are
we going to watch or not?"

  "Lead the way," I whispered feeling my panties getting wet
again.

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  Darren had wasted little time on preliminaries once he had
Leana out on the patio and in his arms.  Their feet were moving
slightly with the music, but to conclude that they were dancing
would have required a gross stretch of the imagination.  Leana's
hips and ass were doing much more moving than her feet as Darren
ground his rigid erection hard against her mound.  If it were
possible to imagine Leana being screwed while fully clothed and
standing up, that would have been a better description of what
was happening on the patio than to say there was a couple out
there dancing.

  "Oh god... look at him hump her," Mary whispered in my ear.

  "Do you think they're going to do it right there on the patio?"

  "Probably.  It certainly looks like it."

  "But what if Art wanders out onto the patio to check on his
wife," I asked still stunned that it could be happening.

  "If don't think he will, but if he does, my guess is that he
will turn quickly and walk away.  Art's not the type to create a
huge scene in public.  Look at that!" Mary hissed as she pointed
toward the couple.

  When I looked through the study window out onto the patio, the
intake of my breath was easily audible.  Darren now had Leana's
dress unzipped and lowered to her waist.  Either she hadn't worn
a bra or he had removed it when I wasn't watching because both of
tits were now naked.  As big as they were, my guess was that
Darren had just removed it.  Their feet had now stopped moving
entirely as he hefted one of Leana's tits and sucked hard on her
nipple.  She had her eyes closed and appeared to be moaning,
which didn't surprise me in the least.  I can't keep from moaning
when my nipples are sucked like that.

  "That is so incredibly erotic," I whispered to Mary.  "I think
you're right.  He's going to fuck her right there on the patio."

  "You know that could have been you getting it, Kati, if you had
just relaxed a little and not been so damn up tight.  Darren
would have loved getting your big tits out like that."

  "I know... I know, but I couldn't do that.  I'm married."

  "So is Leana.  Just watch how much she's going to love it when
Darren sticks his huge dick into her pussy.  You would loved it
just as much."

  I moaned at the thought as I watched Darren pull Leana's skirt
up to her waist exposing her blue panties that were sunk deeply
into her crack and pussy slit.  Over half of her buttocks were
exposed.  "Ohhh fuck!  Look at him working on her ass now.  Leana
really has a sexy ass."

  "Does it turn you on?" Mary asked with a sly grin.

  "It does when I see a man playing with it right out in the open
like they are.  Does it excite you?"

  "My panties are soaked.  Are yours?"

  "Oh yes.  Totally.  Oh my god... look.  He's taking off her
dress right there in public.  She's going to be naked except for
her panties,"  I hissed in Mary's ear.

  "And you can bet that he's not going to let her keep her
panties on very much longer."

  "Do you think we're the only ones spying on them?"

  "Are you kidding, every guy except Ron and all the women are
watching.  The guys are probably making bets as to which position
Leana's going to be in when Darren's cock first sinks into her."

  "Where's Art?"

  "Still in the den with Ron keeping him busy.  Darren's going to
owe him big time."

  "How's he going to pay him?"

  "My guess is that Ron's going to be banging Marcia some time
this coming week... maybe several times.  Look!  Leana's going to
suck him!"

  As we watched, Leana knelt in front of Darren, unzipped his
jeans, and extracted his huge cock.  I was stunned when I saw
it's size... long, thick, and hard... really HARD!"

  "Think that cock would have made you cum, Honey?"  Mary asked.

  All I could do was nod as I watched in total fascination as
Leana's mouth closed over the first three inches of Darren's
cock.  A moment later, her cheeks hollowed... sucking hard.  Her
hand moved up and down the rest of the shaft as he thrust half of
his rod in and out of the brunette's mouth.

  "Jezz... look at the size of that thing!" I moaned as my hand
moved beneath my skirt to my crotch.  When I looked over at Mary,
I saw that she also her hand at her crotch rubbing herself
frantically.

  She saw me watching her masturbate and moaned, "I can't help
it.  It's just too damn hot!"

  "I can't either.  I'm doing the same thing!"

  As Mary's hand moved faster over her panties pressing them hard
against her throbbing clit just as I was doing, she groaned, 
"Don't you feel silly, Kati?  You're frigging your clit like
crazy instead of having Darren's big cock pleasuring you."

  "I hadn't thought about it like that."  My hand was now under
my panties on my clit while two fingers pumped my excited vagina.


  "You should, you hot Slut.  It's stupid to masturbate when you
could be getting laid like Leana.  Look, he's taking off her
panties."

  "And he's bending her over... oh god!"

  "That should be you bent over."

  "Yessssssssss...  God... it's going in!  How can she take
that?"

  "Couldn't you?"

  "Yessss... ohhhh... YES!"

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Phone Calls:

  The next morning, Drew called me as I was sitting down to have
breakfast alone.

  "Hi, Sexy.  Having breakfast now?"

  "Yes... all alone.  I'm lonesome... really lonely.  I wish you
were here."

  "If I were, what would you do?"

  "I'd rape you."

  "Damn, I can hardly wait for this site visit to end."

  "When will you be coming home?"

  "Not until Wednesday.  It's going to take a couple of days
longer than I expected."

  "I need you, Honey."

  "Not any more than I need you, Kati."

  "Really?  I bet you've got several women taking care of you."

  "You know better than that."

  "I suppose, but I'm really horny.  I went to a party at Mary's
last night."

  "And?"

  "And Mary and I spied on Leana Wellon while Darren was fucking
her out on the patio."

  "You're shitting me, right?"

  "No.  It's the truth.  He screwed her while Mary and I watched
from the study.  I think some of the others were watching her get
it too."

  "And that got you hot and horny, didn't it?"

  "Oh god yes.  I know we shouldn't have been watching but it was
so hot!  You can't imagine."

  "Oh yes I can!  I'm hard as stone thinking about what you must
have seen.  Leana is a sexy woman."

  "Sexier than me?"

  "NO WAY!"

  "Good.  Please hurry home."

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  Around 8 PM that evening, I was more lonely than ever.  Wanting
to at least hear my husband's voice, I called his hotel room. 
There was no answer.  "Shit," I thought.  "He must be having a
late dinner."

  At 9 PM, I called his room again with the same result... no
answer.  At 10 PM, I repeated the call... no answer.  I tried his
cell phone but got no answer.  Finally, around 11:30 PM, Drew
picked up when his phone rang.   "Where the hell have you been? 
I've been calling since 8 PM this evening."

  "Why?  Is something wrong.  Are you ok?"

  "I just wanted to hear your voice.  Where were you?"

  "I got tired of sitting around the hotel, Darling, so I went to
a movie.  Afterwards, I stopped for a hamburger.  I just got in
when you called."

  "What did you see?  Was it any good?"

  "The Happening."

  "Was it any good?"

  "Yeah.  I enjoyed it.  If you really wanted to talk to me, why
didn't you call my cell phone?"

  "I did, but you didn't answer that either."

  "Oh shit!  You're right.  I see my cell phone lying on the
desk.  I forgot to take it with me.  I really sorry, Honey."

  For the next 15 minutes we chatted and toward the end, Drew
asked me what I was doing.  When I told him I had my vibrator
inside my pussy getting off on the sound of his voice, we ended
up having phone sex.  Not as good as the real thing, but a lot
better than nothing.

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  On Monday evening, I called Drew's hotel room around 9 PM. 
Again, he was out.  "Well, that's not a problem as long as he's
got his cell phone," I thought.  Using the quick-dial, I had his
cell ringing within a minute.  He answered on the third ring.

  "Hi, Beautiful.  I see you remembered to call my cell this
time."

  "I did.  Where are you?"

  "I'm with Leroy Hawkins.  He's the top sales rep in the area. 
He invited me over to his house for a beer so I wouldn't have to
spend another night alone."

  "What are you guys doing?  Talking about women, I bet."

  "We're mixing it up... first women, then business, then sports,
and then back to women."

  "Are you talking about me?"

  "Some... hard not to when we're talking about women."

  "What have you told him?"

  "I'll tell you when I get home."

  "No.  Tell me now."

  "I told him you're a great wife."

  "A great wife or a great piece of ass?"

  "Come on, Kati.  You know better than that."

  "Yeah.  Ok.  I'm just hot and horny.  Tell Leroy that your wife
is hot and horny and needs to be fucked."

  "No way."

  "Yes.  Tell him... please.  Just thinking about you telling him
that is going to get me off and I need to get off."

  "All right, but no complaining later on."

  When I broke the connection, I was both hot and worried.  Hot
because I hadn't been screwed for over a week.  Worried because
in the background I could hear bed springs squeaking and what I
thought was a woman's voice... she was moaning like she was being
fucked.

  I was still thinking about the sounds I had heard over the
phone when another sound interrupted my thoughts.  It was the
front door chimes.  When I looked through the spy hole on the
door, I saw a smiling Darren Elliott standing on my front porch.
As horny as I was, I wasn't at all shocked when my pussy throbbed
at the sight of him.  He was male... what more was needed.

  Opening the door, I said, "Hi, Darren.  Drew's not home."

  "I know he's not home.  That's why I'm here.  Can I come in?"

  "I'm not sure that's a good idea," I said , but that was my
brain thinking, not my cunt.

  "Of course it is.  It's a great idea.  Open the door.  We can
at least chat and have a drink."

  My cunt took over the thinking, and I opened the door.  As soon
as he walked across the threshold, he pulled me close and moved
to kiss me.  At the last moment, I turned my head and all he got
was my cheek.

  "Oh come on, Kati.  You can do better than that.  Considering
the way you teased me on the dance floor at the party, the least
you can do is give me a kiss.

  I was still trying to decide when Darren again took me in his
arms, turned my head toward his, and kissed me full on the lips,
his mouth open... his tongue pressing... seeking entrance.  He
was already hard, and he made certain I knew it by pressing it
firmly against my mound as his lips worked over mine.

  With my cunt still doing the thinking, my mouth opened to admit
his tongue.  It entered and explored my mouth thoroughly before
moving sensuously over my tongue.  At the same time, his hands
moved to my ass and pulled my mound hard against his thrusting
erection.  In moments, my vagina was a throbbing swamp.

  With my brain taking control, I broke the kiss and tried to
move away, but he held me tightly against his body, his hand now
under my dress on my panties as his lips planted hot kisses and
sensuous tongue strokes in the nape of my neck.

  Once more, I attempted to extricate myself from his embrace,
but he was much stronger.  I felt him lifting my body so that his
cock was no longer pressing against my mound, it was grinding
directly on my pussy and clit.  He was using his hands to move my
slit over the length of his rigid shaft.

  "Don't.  Please.  I don't want this," I moaned.

  "Bull shit.  You're so hot, I can smell your cunt, Kati.

  "No.  Stop!  I don't wa...."  His mouth crushed against mine
again, cutting off my protests in mid-sentence.  His cock was now
grinding deeply into my sex trench.  Much more of this, and I
would cum.  He would know it and after that I knew there would be
no possible way I could keep him from spending the entire night
fucking me.

  Mustering all my strength and will power, I twisted my body
violently and pulled away from his embrace.  Then I screamed at
the top of my voice, "DAMN YOU.  I TOLD YOU TO STOP, AND I MEAN
IT.  STOP!  RIGHT NOW!"

  "Why?  I know you're hot.  I really can smell your pussy.  You
want it... I want it.  Let's fuck."

  "Of course I want it.  I haven't been fucked for nine days. 
I've been wet all day, but I want it from my husband... not from
you!  He'll be home tomorrow, and we're going to screw all night
long.  Now get out of here, Darren.  I mean it."

  "I know you mean it, Kati.  But I can't understand it.  Drew is
fucking around on you every time he's out of town.  The guys at
his firm talk about all the pussy he must be getting.  The women
have heard the rumors.  Marcia even told me come over here
because you were horny as hell."

  "Your wife told you come over here and fuck me?   I don't
believe you."

  "It's true.  She's in bed with Ron Lufkin right now.  Marcia
told me to spend the night with you or go to a hotel.  Her exact
words were, "I don't want to see you until tomorrow morning."

  "Well, you're not spending the night in my bed or even getting
in it at all.  Please leave."

  "Ok.  But how come you insist on being faithful when Drew is
fucking who knows how many different women?"

  "I don�t' think he is."

  "You don't?  Have you called him at his hotel?  You have
haven't you?  He didn't answer did he?  Of course not.  He's
fucking some hot, sexy woman.  I bet you even called him on his
cell phone and he still didn't answer... probably told you later
that he had forgotten to take it with him."

  "Well, what would be so unusual about that?"

  "For me, nothing... nothing unusual at all.  But Drew's out of
town on important business.  If the firm's CEO wants to speak
with him about something urgent, he damn well better have his
cell phone with him and it had better be on.  You know that."

  Now I hesitated.  Darren had practically recited exactly what
had happened the last couple of days.

  "See!  That's almost exactly what happened isn't it?  Come on,
Kati.  I know you're attracted to me... you're horny, hot, and
wet.  Let's go to bed and pleasure each other."

  Again I hesitated, but my brain took over.  "No.  I'm not sure
Drew is cheating on me.  You're right though.  I am attracted to
you.  You're a handsome, sexy stud, but I want Drew, not you."

  "Well, this is twice in three days you've gotten me so damn
hard, my cock hurts.  The least you could do is get me off so I
won't have to do it myself in a motel room tonight."

  "I have no intention of fucking you or sucking your cock,
Darren.  I'm sorry, but the answer is no."

  "All right, Kati, I'll go, but when you find out that Drew is
screwing other women, I expect you to give me a call. 
Considering how hot and hard you've gotten me twice now, I think
that's only fair.  Deal?"

  "All right.  Deal.  But don't get your hopes up.  I know Drew's
not cheating."

  "I won't argue, I'm content to wait.  But when you find out the
truth, plan on spending the entire night with me."

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  On Tuesday night, I called Drew at his hotel room and got no
answer.  When I called him on his cell, I got the same result...
no answer.  It was the same story twice more that evening. 
Finally, I gave up.

  I had just gotten into bed around 11 PM when the phone rang. 
It was Drew.

  "I'm really sorry, Honey.  I was in a hurry to get to an
evening conference, and I left my cell phone lying on the dresser
in my hotel room again.  I saw all the missed calls when I got
home.  I hope you weren't too worried.  I'm really sorry."

  I told my husband not to worry about it, but I was too sleepy
to chat now.  "I hope your ready for sex when you come home
tomorrow because I'm going to fuck you half to death," was the
last thing I said.

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More Rumors and Some Evidence:

  Drew had told me that he would be home in time for dinner.  I
told him I would keep it hot and ready.  I was certain he knew
what his dinner was going to be.

  That morning, I paid an unexpected visit to Drew's sales
department.  Everyone in the place knew me, and I was greeted
warmly.  Several people asked about Drew... was he Ok?  When did
I expect him home?  That sort of thing.  I knew the questions
reflected sincere concern for him, and they made me feel really
good.

  After greeting everyone, I knocked on Gloria Sanchez's office
door.  When she saw me, she motioned for me to come in. I did and
took a seat.  While Gloria poured us both a cup of coffee, I
looked over the attractive Latino woman, who was Drew's
second-in-command of the sales division.  Around 5' 7" and 148
lbs, Gloria was a full-bodied, sexy woman who, according to Drew,
was highly competent.  He had told me several times that the firm
was lucky to have her services.

  Although Gloria was a sensuous woman who had probably given men
thousands of erections over the years, I knew that her
relationship with Drew was strictly business.  Women just have a
sixth sense about such things.

  "What brings you here, Kati?  Any problems?  Is Drew Ok.  He
called early this morning and told me he would be in late and see
me tomorrow morning."

  "I'm not sure whether I have a problem or not, Gloria.  Can I
ask you some straight forward questions and get straight answers
in return?"

  "Ask away."

  "At least a half dozen people, men and women, have told me that
there are a lot of rumors and scuttlebutt to the effect that Drew
is screwing several women on every one of his inspections trips.
Some of these people are with the firm; some are not.  Are there
such rumors?  If so, are they true?"

  "I figured that what you were going to ask me.  I'll tell you
what I know... straight.  Ok?"

  "That's why I'm here, Gloria.  I'd rather know than not."

  "So would I.  Here's what I know for certain.  There are such
rumors.  With Drew on the road as much as he is, the only way
there would not be such rumors would be if he were openly gay,
which we both know is out of the question."

  "Are any of them true?"

  "Hard to know.  He's never... ever... hit on me, and I'll be
very honest and tell you that for the first month I worked as his
Associate Director of Sales, I thought he had to be a closet
homosexual because no man had ever been around me as much as Drew
and not tested the waters, so to speak.  He was always all
business.  He didn't even look at my thighs when I wore a short
skirt and would deliberately give him a peek up my skirt."

  I had to laugh.  "The way you look, Gloria, I have to say
that's hard to believe."

  "That's what I thought too.  At least until I saw him with you
at the first party I attended.  He was coping feels of your ass
and tits like you were newlyweds.   You really turn that man on,
Kati."

  "Thank you," I said blushing deep red.

  "That's the good news.  The bad news is that the rumors
persist.  Some of the guys in this division claim to have seen
Drew with women when he's on a trip and they been in the area on
vacation or other business for the firm.  A couple of the women
say they know Drew is fucking every thing in a skirt when he's
out of town.  I've asked them how they know this.  They just
said, 'Look at the guy.  He's a stud.  You think he's sitting in
a hotel room alone 7 to 10 days month when most women would
spread their legs for him in a flash if he asked."

  I nodded and asked, "Tell me your personal opinion, Gloria.  Is
he cheating on me?"

  "I don't know.  I really don't know."

  "I know you don't know.  I asked for you personal best guess.
Please."

  "Ok.  But remember, you asked.  The women the guys have seen
him with could very well be sales reps and probably are.  Many of
our reps are female and that's what the trip is all about... to
assess their performance.  But I agree with the women's view...
most women would spread for Drew in a lightning stroke... he's
handsome, sexy, virile, confident, discreet,  and has a powerful
position... just the kind of man who gets women wet and ready. 
And 7 to 10 days a month with no pussy... I don't believe it. 
Bottom line:  I think he loves you deeply, but I also think he's
getting his cock into a lot of women when he's out of town.  
Just my best guess."

  "Thanks for the information and for your candor.  Can I ask one
more personal question?"

  "Go ahead.  I'm reasonably certain I know what you're going to
ask."

  "Has Drew fucked you?  Would you spread if he asked?"

  "Easy questions and the ones I thought you would ask.  The
answers are 'No' to the first question and 'Yes' to the second
one."

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

  It was slightly after 6 PM when I heard the front door being
unlocked... opening... closing.  This was followed by, "Hello,
Honey.  I'm home!"

  Drew carried his bags in and set them down just inside the
entryway.  When he entered the den, he stopped short, puzzled by
the line of kitchen chairs starting at the three steps leading
down into our sunken den and continuing across the den and from
there into the hallway.

  At the first chair, he found a sealed envelop with the words
"Open Me First" written across the front.  Smiling, he tore open
the envelop and extracted the single sheet of paper within on
which he saw, "Remove all your clothes.  Now!  Right here.  When
you're done, go to Chair Number 2."

  When Drew was naked, he practically ran to Chair #2 where he
found a second envelop.  Inside was the message, "Go to the
fridge and remove the bottle of champagne and tray of two chilled
glasses.  Bring them with you to Chair Number 3."

  Chair #3 was just inside the hallway.  The envelop on that
chair contained two hand-written notes and two large glossy
photographs.  The note attached to the first photo read, "This is
what I've been doing to the last 10 days, several times a day." 
The first photo showed me naked except for my heels on a couch,
legs up and wide open, pleasuring my wet, open cunt with a glass
dildo.  The note attached to the second photo said, "This is what
I've been needing for the last 10 days!"  The large glossy photo
showed me naked, lying with my ass supported on a footstool, my
shoulders resting on the floor with my legs wide open and a
big-cocked stud between them driving his huge cock into my
waiting cunt as I held it open for him.  At the bottom was the
next instruction.  "Take the photos with you to Chair Number 4."

  Chair #4 was right outside the door to the master bedroom.  The
envelop contained a note that read, "Stare at your wife getting
fucked by that huge monster fuck stick... jack your cock until
its hard... really HARD!... when you've got it hard as stone you
may enter the master bedroom and use it.  I trust that you still
remember how I like for you to use it.  Your loving, hot-cunted
slut, Kati."

  When the bedroom door burst open, Drew's cock was rigid with
lust.  A long strand of precum hung from its engorged head.  I
almost came just looking at it.  He was as hard as I had ever
seen him.  He got even harder when he looked at the bed and found
me wearing a French maid's uniform that was hiked up around my
waist completely baring my ass except for a small black thong
that was sunk deeply into my cunt slit.  My legs were bent, and I
had my ass facing my randy husband.

  "See anything you want to use that big fuck stick in, Stud?"

  "You hot Bitch!  Who in the hell is fucking you in that photo?"

  "Later, Stud.  I need cock just like in that picture.  You want
me like this?  Or would you prefer me in doggy position?"  I
turned onto my knees and thrust my ass high in the air.  The
skimpy thong did virtually nothing to cover my ass and cunt
holes.

  My husband was speechless, but his cock looked like a steel bar
of masculine lust for cunt.  "Maybe you prefer you woman without
the thong?"  Rolling onto my back, I raised my hips and stripped
it off as Drew watched me.  He was now stroking his huge
erection.

  "Want me in female fucking position on my back, with my legs
up, ass and cunt holes both available?"

  That was all my husband could take.  He threw himself between
my thighs as I locked my legs about his hips and arched my ass to
bring my cunt into position.

  "AAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH.... YESSSSSSSSSSS... FUCK THAT COCK INTO
MEEEEEEEE... HARD!  HARDER!"

  Drew fucked me like a wild beast... slamming his cock in and
out of my throbbing pussy with hard, rapid, deep strokes that
thudded with authority into the bottom of my cunt bringing hot
female grunts from me.

  "Ohhhh Shit... you awesome fucker... you're already making me
cummmmmm.... fuck me... harder... slam that meat to me, Baby!"

  Drew's cock exploded deep inside my contracting cunt filling it
with gush after gush of his thick load.  I was having one orgasm
after another.  He didn't even get soft after he had pumped in
his first load.

  The hot, squishing sounds of cock pumping cunt filled our
bedroom.  Those sounds mixed with Drew's male grunts of hot
pleasure and my female shrieks of orgasm.  The rampaging stud
rolled me over onto my side, jerked his throbbing prick out of my
cum-filled cunt and nailed it hard into my ass.  Six inches sank
into me on the first thrust.

  'UUGGHHHH... JEZZ.... TAKE IT EASY... THAT'S HURTS!  Your cock
is just huge... go easy!"

  "Shut up, you hot assed Bitch.  Spread your legs wider."  I
knew better than to argue with a rampaging bull stud like I had
in me.  Quickly, I raised my left leg high in the air to provide
better access to my now fully-plugged asshole.  Drew drove his
rod in and out of my ass hard and deep.  As soon as the initial
pain of entry had abated, I began to throb again.  After a few
more thrusts, I was cumming again.

  "Aahhh god... tight-asshole slut... gonna shoot again... in
your hot asshole.  Ugh ugh ugh ugh... yeahhhhh... here it comes,
Slut!  Take it!"

  I felt his cock jerk spastically several times inside my ass. 
Each time it pulsed, another jet of semen and sperm fired into my
ass.  We lay like that for maybe ten minutes.  My pussy continued
to throb and pulse as a river of cum flowed from both my widely
stretched vagina and ass.  Drew's cock jerked and pulsed slowly
inside my ass.

  After ten minutes, he started getting hard again.  As his rod
hardened, he began fucking my ass again... slowly at first and
then harder.  When he was fully and pumping me, he growled, "Time
for you to do some of the work, Baby."

  With that warning, he pulled me on top of him in reverse
cowgirl position and grunted, "Now fuck your hot ass on my cock,
Slut.  And do a good job of it or I'll whip you sexy butt with my
belt until you can't sit for a week."

  I knew he meant it.  For the next 15 minutes, I hammered my ass
up and down his shaft.  I came twice more and was finally panting
with exhaustion.  "Please, Darling.  Shoot in me now.  I can't
keep this up.  Just exhausted."

  He knew it was the truth, so he took over and plowed into me
with hard ramming strokes until I felt him spewing his third load
into my depths.

  We never got out of bed that evening.  From time to time, we
would sleep.  Sleep would continue until one of us wanted to fuck
again.  If it was me, I would suck his cock until he was hard and
then mount him or vice versa.  If he woke up with a hard-on, he
would wake me up with his tongue on my clit until I came and then
mount me.  It was glorious.

  The next morning, we were both starved.  We had not only fucked
like newlyweds, we had also skipped dinner the previous evening.
  "You want the shower first or later," he asked me.

  "Let me go first so I can get breakfast started while you
shower."  He nodded and I climbed over his nude body to get to
the bathroom.  When I did so, I noticed three long scratches on
his chest.  I stared at those scratches, transfixed.  It was
obvious to me what they were.

  When Drew saw me staring at his arm, he said, "They're not as
bad as they look.  Just a mild allergic reaction."

  "What?" I said confused.

  "Martha Wilcox... she's the district sales manager in region
4... has a Siamese cat.  When she went to pour us a cup of coffee
as we were going over her sales figures, her cat came over and
rubbed its head against my leg.  I foolishly decided to put it in
my lap and pet it.  When I picked it up, the cat got scared and
lacerated my chest in its frenzy to escape.  My fault really.  I
should know not to try to pick up cats that don't know me. 
Martha offered to take me to emergency room, but I didn't think
it was that serious."

  "As long as those scratches are, it must have torn up your
shirt," I said thoughtfully.

  "It sure as hell did.  Ripped it right open.  It was covered in
blood in less than a minute.  I cleaned up in the men's room
while Martha had her secretary go out get me a new shirt."

  "What did you do with the old shirt?"

  "It was ruined.  I threw it into the waste basket in the men's
room.  Come on.  Let's get breakfast going, Honey.  I'm starved."

  During breakfast, Drew asked, "Are you going to tell me who the
man is who's fucking you in that photo?"

  I started laughing.  "It's not me, silly.  You should know
that."

  "It certainly looks like you."

  "It's my face but that's all.  I'll show you after breakfast. 
I just found a photo on the web of a woman with my build and then
used Photoshop to superimpose my head on her body.  I thought the
stud was really fucking her hard.  Do you think I looked good
under that guy?"

  "Sexy, hot Bitch!"

  "Thank you, Darling."

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

Investigations:

  For the next week, Drew and I hardly missed a day without
having hot sex.  After that, things began to cool off somewhat
until after he had been home three weeks, we were down to every
other day, which had been our average.  Then came his next
inspection trip.  This was going to be one of the 10-day trips to
the eastern district, which was the most extensive of the various
sales districts that were his responsibility.

  He left on a Monday morning, and at 8 PM that evening, I called
his hotel room.  No answer.  I was certain there wouldn't be one.
 Next, I dialed his cell.  It rang five or six times before he
picked up.

  "Hi, Kati.  Glad you called.  I was already beginning to get
lonesome."

  "Where are you?"

  "I'm having dinner with some of the sales reps at a nice
restaurant."

  "It took you a long time to pick up.  Anything wrong?"

  "No.  Every thing's great.  I was just coming back from the
men's room."

  At that moment, I heard a woman's voice asking Drew who was on
the line.  Suddenly the sound became very muted.  Clearly, he had
put his hand over the phone's pick up.  After a few moments, the
sound became loud and clear again.  "Still there?"

  "Of course.  What's going on?"

  "Nothing.  Mrs. Bullock just wanted to know who was on the
line.  You know the type... always has to know every thing.  I
told her to hold it down as I was speaking with my wife.  Are you
as lonesome as I am?"

  "Yes, but you seem to have friends to keep you company... Mrs.
Bullock for example."

  "That's funny.  If you saw Mrs. Bullock, you'd see what I
mean."

  We chatted for a little longer and then promised to call again
tomorrow.  As soon as I had hung up, I went to my computer and
logged into the web site for Drew's firm.  When it came up, I
accessed the eastern sales district from the drop-down menu. 
When that screen appeared, I clicked on "Personnel".  A complete
listing immediately filled my screen.  Half way down the list was
the name Linda Bullock.  I clicked again on her name.

  A large amount of information about Linda Bullock appeared.  I
had assumed that she would be either the district director or one
of the associate directors... wrong!  She was one of the newer
sales reps in her first year with the firm.  And for some reason,
she had been invited to dinner with the Division Chief, Mr. Drew
Lamare.  When I looked at her photo, the reason was obvious...
Mrs. Bullock was 23, blonde, and beautiful.

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

  The next morning I was in the offices of Carson, Lambert, and
McElroy, Private Investigations, Inc.  After giving Mr. Lambert
all of my information about the rumors, the opinion of Drew's
Associate Director, Gloria Sanchez, the phone call in which I had
heard a woman in the background moaning and obviously having sex,
the so-called "cat scratches" on Drew's chest, and finally, the
beautiful busy-body, Mrs. Linda Bullock, I said, "The bottom line
is that I want you to get some hard evidence that my husband is
cheating.  I think it is obvious that he is, but I want something
more concrete and substantial."

  "That will not be a problem, Mrs. Lamare.  We have incredibly
sophisticated equipment and very skilled operatives who do the
job and do it right.  It will be expensive.  Are you seeking a
divorce?"

  "No.  Not at all.  But I want the evidence ... let us say for
my own protection.  How expensive?"

  "I understand completely.  The expense depends on how long it
takes us to secure the evidence.  In a case like this where the
husband is not actively seeking to hide his activities, it should
be simple.  I would say by the time your husband returns from his
current trip, we will have the job done.  If that's the case, the
cost will be between $4,000 to $5,000.  It could be less, but
that's my best estimate.  Is that satisfactory?"

  "Very.  Where do I sign the authorization forms?"

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

  Slightly after 1 PM, I placed a call to Mr. Darren Elliott.  
He picked up on the second ring:  "Good afternoon, this is Mr.
Elliott speaking.  How can I help you?"

  "You can begin by finding some excuse to get away this evening
and taking me out to dinner and dancing.  After that, I'm sure
you can think of numerous other ways to please me, Darren."

  "Kati?  Is this you?"

  "Yes.  Have you already got a hot date for tonight?"

  "No.  Not at all.  I take it you finally figured out that Drew
is sampling other women?"

  "Yes.  I did.  I'm surprised it took me so long.  So, I'm
keeping my word and giving you a call."

  "Do you remember what I told you when we last discussed this?"

  "I do.  You said that when I find out the truth, I should plan
on spending the entire night with you."

  "Precisely.  And what are your plans for tonight?"

  "I plan on spending the entire night in bed with you and with
your cock in me... any place you like, Darling.  Can you get away
from Marcia?"

  "I don't sneak around on my wife, and she doesn't sneak around
on me.  I'll just tell her what's happened.  She'll probably
suggest we have a threesome, but I'll tell her not this first
time.  I'll pick you up at 8 PM.  Wear something hot."

  "You want me slutty?"

  "Very slutty."

  "You got it, Stud.  I hope you're not too embarrassed to take
me out.  I expect to be dined before I'm fucked."

  "You will be.  Promise."

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

  When I opened my front door at 8 PM for Darren, he started to
speak but no words emerged from his open mouth.  All he could do
was stare at me.  His eyes first took in the wide expanse of my
tits that were on display.  After that, they traveled downward to
my bare thighs and legs that were revealed by my short yellow
dress.

  It was, in fact, a very simple dress that left my shoulders
completely bare.  The top looped around my neck with two panels
partially covering my breasts.  The deep V-neck came almost to my
navel.  There was a lot of material above my waist, but it
covered very little.  Below my waist, the dress was form-fitting
molding every contour and crevice of my thighs and ass.  The
garment ended a few inches below the junction of my thighs and
ass.

  Darren first word was, "Jesus!  No bra!"

  "Obviously not," I replied.

  "And no stockings!"

  "None, Baby."

  "Panties?"  It was a question.

  "What do you think?"

  "I don't see any panty lines.  Damn!  You're naked under that
flimsy dress, aren't you?"

  "Very naked, Baby, and very ready."

  "Show me!"

  "My cunt?  You want to see my naked cunt, don't you?"

  Darren was now squeezing his very erect and very hard cock. 
"Oh fuck, yes!  Show me your cunt."

  "Just a small taste right now, Honey.  You'll have to wait to
see the full show."  Leaning back on the couch, I steepled my
left leg.  When the dress fell to the top of my thigh, I knew
that Darren could see the narrow landing strip of my bush
uncovered by panties.  "So?  Do you enough courage to be seen
with me wearing this dress, Lover?"

  "I do if you do.  Everyone's gonna think you're a prostitute."

  "Slut, Honey, slut.  I don't charge for it."

  "What about your hubby?  Any problems?"

  "I'm sure my darling husband is having fun tonight.  Are you
going to make sure I have fun?"

  "All you can handle, Kati."

  "Promises... promises."

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

  The roadhouse where Darren took was off the beaten path, which
didn't surprise me.  When a guy takes a hot, whorish slut out, he
usually doesn't take her to the best places.  The music was loud,
the food was calorie-filled but tasty, the women were all dressed
hot, and the men were all half hard as they stared lustfully at
all of us.

  Darren led me to one of the booths that lined both sides of the
place.  There were a few tables and there was a bar.  The center
area was used for a dance floor, two pool tables, darts, and
several video games.  All the cocktail waitress wore skimpy
uniforms that exposed half of their tits and most of their
thighs, but amazingly, they didn't look nearly as slutty as most
of the women.

  One woman was wearing short shorts that exposed half of her
ass.  When she bent over the pool table to shoot, the crotch of
her shorts slotted in her cunt slit exposing one of her pussy
lips.  Obviously, she wasn't wearing panties.  She had small tits
but her form-fitting sweater exposed almost half of them.

  Several women wore micro-mini skirts.  Two were sitting with
their legs open enough to allow the men to see their panties.  A
third was dancing, and her partner had her short skirt hiked high
enough to expose her thong to the crowd.

  "This is some place," I commented to Darren.  "Do you bring
women here often?"

  "Only when they're dressed as hot as you are.  As you can see,
you fit right in with what you're wearing."

  One of the waitresses came over and took our drink orders. 
They came promptly, but we seemed to be unable to get the
attention of a waiter so we could order something to eat.  After
15 minutes, Darren was becoming agitated.  "What the hell does it
take to get some service here?" he asked sarcastically.

  "You want service, Honey?  Not a problem."  I turned sideways
in the booth and put my heel up on the seat, steepling my knee,
and causing my dress to hike high on my thigh.  As soon as a
waiter happened to glance in our direction, he was treated to a
perfect view between my legs.  He hurried over immediately. 
While Darren gave him our order, he continued to stare between my
open legs right at my now very wet cunt.  Before he left, his
cock was fully hard.

  "Let's dance while we wait, Kati."

  Before the first song had ended, Darren had my dress pulled up
above my thighs giving all the men in the place a new ass to
ogle.  Normally, I would have been acutely embarrassed, but as I
looked around the dance floor, I realized that most of the women
were putting on a show at least equal to the one I was giving the
men.

  When the second song started, I felt Darren pulling my dress
away from my breasts.  As soon as the two panels were pulled off
to the sides, both of my naked tits were on display right there
on the dance floor.  I could feel the moisture seeping from my
excited pussy and a very hard cock pressing against my mound.

  I was so turned on, I whispered to Darren, "Let's forget the
dinner.  I'm on fire.  I want your big cock in me.  NOW!"

  At just that moment, we saw the waiter bringing our dinner. "We
can eat fast," Darren suggested.  I nodded, and we hurried back
to our table.  I think we set a world record for fast eating, and
five minutes later, we were back in the car.  I was sucking his
hard cock before we even got out of the parking lot.

  I sucked him all the way back to my house.  When I felt his
prick swelling and beginning to jerk inside my mouth, I would
stop without allowing him to cum.  By the time we pulled into my
driveway, I had done that 7 or 8 times, and he was begging me to
let him cum.

  As I was trying to unlock my front door, Darren jerked my skirt
up around my waist and bent me over.  I felt his rock hard cock
thrust against me.  His first thrust missed my cunt hole, but the
second nailed it dead center.  His iron-hard rod sank into soaked
vagina.

  "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... GAWD!  YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEE!  YOU'RE
FINALLY FUCKING ME, YOU HOT, HUNG STUD.  RAM ME, BABY.  RAM ME
HARD!"

  I felt my shoulders being pushed lower and lower until he had
me bent almost double.  His was fully into me now... ramming me
hard and deep on every stroke as his masculine grunts filled the
air.  I already had him so close there was no way he could last
long.

  "Ugh ugh UGH UGH!  GONNA SHOOT IT, KATI.  AAAHHH... I'M CUMMING
IN YOU!"

  There was no need for him to tell me he was blowing his load
into my cunt.  I could feel his rod jerking and throbbing deep
inside my vagina, and every time it jerked and pulsed, another
gush of cum was being pumped into me.

  When he had emptied his balls into me, his strokes slowed and
his body sagged over my back.  "Can I unlock the door now, Stud?
So we can get to the bed and fuck properly?"

  Between gasps, he laughed.  As soon as I had the door open, we
practically ran to the master bedroom.  He shoved me onto my
back, still fully clothed.  As I fell onto the bed, my legs
spread wide open with one of my hands rubbing frantically at my
pussy through my dress and the other one squeezing my tit.

  Darren stripped rapidly and then, in one quick motion, he
bunched the dress around my waist baring both of my tits and
completely exposing my cunt and ass.  "Now, you hot Bitch. 
Spread wide open.  Show that hot precious cunt of yours that
you've been guarding for all these weeks.  SPREAD WIDE, YOU HOT
SLUT!  SHOW ME YOUR CUNT!"

  I jerked my legs wide open and spread my pussy with my fingers
so he could see into the depth of my wet, eager hole.  I closed
my legs momentarily to allow him to pull off my dress down my
legs.  As I held and squeezed both tits, he pushed my legs up and
back and moved his face deep into my sex saddle.

  "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... YESSSS," I hissed in hot passion when
his tongue invaded my sex trench and attacked my engorged and
wildly contracting clitoris.  I came convulsively in less than a
minute.  Frantically, I tried to push his head away from my ultra
sensitive clit, but he was too strong... too determined... to
hot.

  I felt my pulsing organ being sucked hard inside his mouth. 
Again I convulsed, my vagina whooshing air in hard spastic
contractions.  His tongue began rotating slowly around and around
my erect clit sending wave and wave of spasms through my vagina
that surged up to my belly causing the muscles to spasm in hard
ridges from one hip to the other.

  "OOOhhhh god... stop... stop... too much... can't stand it...
PLEASE... AAAHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK... NOOO...  AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!"
 I came again on his tongue.

  He wouldn't stop.  His fingers invaded my vagina and assholes
at the same time as his lips and tongue lashed my now exploding
clitoris causing my juices to spurt again and again.  I was
babbling incoherently now.  My hole continued to open and close
spastically in one intense climax after another.  I lost bladder
control and drenched the bed covers.

  When Darren finally stopped, I collapsed onto the bed, my
entire body quivering and shaking in the aftermath of the hardest
orgasms I had had in years.

  We rested and cuddled together for maybe a half hour before I
felt the hot stud grinding his cock into my thigh again.  Turning
toward me, he said, "Suck me.  Suck me hard again, Kati."

  He didn't have to ask me twice.  Rolling him onto his back, I
bent over his thighs, grasped his organ at the base, and sucked
the first three inches into my mouth.  Slowly, I jacked the stud
while sucking and rotating my tongue around his now pulsing cock
ridge.  His hips began to surge upward on the bed as he tried to
force more of his now hard cock inside my mouth.

  Instead of letting him get it in deeper, I pulled it out and
began licking the head and sucking the first inch.  He was going
wild with desire to push all of into my throat.

  "Suck me all the way, you hot teasing bitch.  SUCK ME!"

  I let him push three or four inches inside and he groaned with
hot pleasure.  Once more, I started jacking him while allowing
another inch to enter.  His hand flew to my head and forced me
down on his rod.

  After a couple of minutes, he had it all inside my mouth hole,
fucking it like it was my pussy.  I could feel the big pulsing
head stretching my throat as it slid in deep.

  When he began to throb seriously, I pulled off amid his moans
and grunts and mounted him.  He slammed his hips upward and
impaled my cunt completely on his hard shaft.  Once planted deep
inside my vagina, he was in control.  There was nothing I could
do but moan and take the hard fucking he was giving me... not
that I would done anything to stop him if I could have.  I came
twice more in just a few minutes.  It was just glorious...
delicious fucking.  I couldn't believe I had denied myself such
incredible pleasure for so long.

  "I can't hold it much longer, Kati.  I want to be on top when I
cum in you this time."

  "Then roll me over, you hot stud.  Get on me.  Fuck the shit
out of me!"

  He did just that.  My legs rose and rode his ass as he pumped
my throbbing cunt hole.  I groaned and came.  He felt my vagina
contracting on his cock and that was all he could take.  With a
huge roar, he pulled his huge spasming cock out of me and shot
gush after gush all over my face, mouth, tits, belly, and cunt.

  As he had promised and warned me, Darren spent the entire night
in my bed.  Every couple of hours, he would wake up and fuck me
again... sometimes mounted between my gaping thighs... other
times behind me in spoon position... sometimes doggy and once
with me on top hammering my cunt up and down his thick shaft.

  In the morning, I fixed breakfast with Darren playing with my
cunt and tits.  While we were waiting for the bacon to cook, he
bent me over the kitchen cabinet and fucked me again.  After
breakfast, he took me back into the bedroom where he gave me a
hard ass fucking that had me howling in orgasm before he filled
me with another cum load.

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

Playtime

  It didn't take Darren long to spread the word among our circle
of friends that Kati Lamare's pussy was now on-line.  The first
call came a little after noon on Wednesday, only four hours after
Darren had left my bed that morning.  I was surprised, not by the
fact that word had circulated so quickly, but by who was calling.
 I expected one of the men.  Instead, it was Mary Lufkin.

  "Good afternoon, you hot, sexy thing," came Mary's whispered
voice over the phone.

  "I take it that Darren has told every one," I replied.

  "Of course he has.  He's a guy with a brand new notch on his
big sex gun.  And from the word going around, it's a big, deep
notch that he worked on all night long.  Is that right?  Come on,
Kati... fess up."

  "Yeah.  That's pretty much right."

  "Tell me all the dirty details, you hot slut.  How many times?"

  "On the drive home from dinner, I sucked him.  Every time he
was about to shoot, I stopped.  Got him to the edge a half dozen
or so times.  He was begging me to finish him.  I didn't.  He got
me the first time as I was trying to unlock my front door after
we had gotten back to my place."

  "He fucked you right there on your front porch?"

  "He did... bent me over, shoved up my dress, and nailed me."

  "I'm not surprised considering the way you were teasing him in
the car.  Oh god... this is even hotter than I've been imagining.
 Go on."

  "We ran to my bedroom, and ..."

  "He fucked you in your marriage bed?"

  "You want to hear the rest of this or not?"

  "Oh yes!  Sorry.  Please.  Go on."

  "Anyway, he got my dress off, pushed my legs up and back and
ate me through a half dozen orgasms.  I was begging him to stop,
but that hot stud just shoved his fingers into my pussy and butt
and kept licking me until I spurted and later peed all over the
bed."

  "AAahhh god..."

  "You're masturbating, aren't you Bitch?"

  "I can't help it.  Don't stop.  What happened next?

  "We rested for a half hour and then I sucked him again until
his cock was hard.  After that, he had me ride him until I had
gotten off twice.  He told me he wanted me on my back.  That's
the position we were in when he came the second time.  This time
he creamed me... really creamed me... I mean my face, tits,
belly, mound, pussy.  He shot off a huge load."

  "Don't stop... go on... please... I'm about to cum," Mary
begged.

  "He gave it to me several times during the night in just about
every position you can imagine... doggy, spoon, missionary, side
saddle, me on top.  I think he shot off two more times.  It
seemed to me that I was climaxing continuously."

  "And this morning?" came the moan over the phone.

  "Once with me bent over the kitchen counter... up my cunt.  And
a second time back in my bed after breakfast... this time up my
ass.  That where he shot his load."

  "AAAaaaaaaaaahhhh.... I'm cumming, Kati... ooohhh fuck...
cumming!"

  After she calmed down, Mary said, "That was the hardest I've
cum on my fingers in a long time.  Just fucking incredible."

  "I came harder on Darren's cock last night, I'll bet."

  "I'm sure you did.  Can you come over tonight?  Ron is dying to
fuck you, and I wanna watch and do you too."

  "What time?"

  "As soon as possible."

  "I'll be there around 8 PM."

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

  As soon as I had closed the Lufkin's front door behind me, Ron
gave a hot wolf whistle.  "Damn, Woman!  You are hot!  Just
fantastic!"

  Needless to say, his comment did wonders for my ego.  "How come
you never told me that before, Ron?"

  "I couldn't be certain you wouldn't have stormed out and never
come back... or worse yet, slapped me silly and then stormed
out."

  "And what makes you so certain that I won't do that right now?"

  "Well, Mary says you've discovered what all of us have known
for a long time... that Drew is sampling a lot of pussy and you
think turn about is fair play, so to speak.  Am I wrong?"

  "Only with respect to what I'm interested in sampling... I'm a
lot more interested in cock than in pussy.  I've got one of
those."

  "Oh I know you do!  I've wanted to play with it and use it for
years."

  "Oh shut up, Ron.  You're embarrassing the lady," Mary
admonished.

  "He's not embarrassing me, Mary.  But he is getting me hot."

  "Mary, go stand beside Kati.  I want to see both of you
together."

  When Mary was posing beside me, I asked, "Well, Ron, what do
you think?  Are you man enough to handle both of us tonight?"

  Ron's cock slowly became harder as he stared at the two of us.
"I'm not sure.  Take off your dress, Mary, and you take off your
skirt and blouse, Kati."

  I unbuttoned Mary's dress and pulled it from her shoulders.  It
fell in a puddle about her feet.  After she had stepped out of
the garment, she pulled my blouse over my head and then unzipped
my skirt, which promptly fell to the floor to join her dress.  We
moved closer so that my hands could caress Mary's ass while she
cupped and squeezed my tits.

  "Well, Ron.  What's the verdict?  Are you man enough to handle
us both?"

  "No.  No way.  I don't there's a man on the planet who could
handle both of you... but I'm gonna love trying.  I want those
panties off both of you... NOW!"

  "If you want our panties off, Honey, then come over here and
take them off," I said to him in my most seductive voice.  
Considering the fact that our tits was already naked, I doubted
that a seductive voice was really necessary.  Ron practically ran
over to us.

  I got his attention first as he hooked his fingers in my thong
and dragged it down my legs.  I could smell the musky aroma of my
cunt, and since he was just foot away from it, I knew he was
inhaling the hot female scent coming from my very aroused pussy.

  When he had my panties off, he turned his attention to his wife
and pulled hers off.  "Oh Shit!  Look at that!"

  "Why are you so excited, Honey?  You've seen my cunt thousands
of times."

  "Yeah, but not along side of another naked cunt at the same
time.  Come on, both of you.  Sit down and pull your legs up in
the air.  Show me those hot cunts!"

  I laid down on the couch while Mary took the chair right beside
me.  We looked at each other, grinned, and at the same time,
pulled our legs straight up in the air exposing two wet cunts and
two available assholes at the same time.  Ron was jerking on his
cock through his pants.

  "Oh hot fucking damn!  That's the hottest sight I've ever seen.
 Mary told me that Darren fucked you all night last night, Kati.
Is that right?"

  "Someone certain did, Ron.  But tonight, I want your big hard
prick up my pussy.  Come on... lets go to the bedroom."

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

  "Ooohhhhhhhhh don't stop, Ron.  I'm about to cum!  Lick my clit
harder... aaahhhhhhhhhhh... cumming... uunnngghhhhhhhhh!"

  They had me spread out on the bed with Ron's head buried
between my thighs and Mary's hands squeezing my tits as her mouth
sucked and bit them.  They had my entire body quivering as I came
for the second time.

  My cunt just erupted on Ron's mouth, the juices drenching his
face.  I knew his fingers that were buried deep inside my ass
could feel every contraction of my cunt and ass.  I was still
moaning when he pushed his wife onto her back and pressed his
mouth against her throbbing pussy.

  "Ooohhhh suck me, you hot bastard.  You cunt sucking pussy...
do it to meeeeeeeeeeee!"  she howled as his tongue lashed her
convulsing clit.  I rolled over and pushed my fingers inside her
vagina and ass at the same time.

  "OOOHHHHHHHHH God, Ron.  She's finger fucking me ... my cunt...
aaahhhhhhhh... my ass... ugghhhh... suck meeeeeeeeeeeee!"

  This time, I was the one who could feel the intense spasms of
orgasm surging through Mary's pussy and ass.  Again, Ron's face
was creamed when Mary's pussy squirted hard.

  As soon as he got his wife off, Ron turned his attention back
to me.  Flipping me over onto my hands and keens, he swabbed his
rigid cock up and down my sex trench and thrust into me several
times until his entire length was dripping with my secretions. 
Withdrawing from my cunt, he reared up over me and pressed his
cock against my asshole.  Having already been stretched by his
fingers, his wet prick sank easily into me.

  "Uuhhhgghhhh... oohhh shit... he's fucking me in the ass, Mary.
 You're hot stud husband is sodomizing me."

  "And you're loving it, you hot Bitch.  Fuck her, Honey.  Fuck
her ass hard.  I'll work her clit while you pound her.  Make her
cum, Baby.  Make her cum!"

  With Mary's fingers stroking my clitoris and Ron hammering his
cock all the way in and out of my ass, it only took him a few
minutes to bring me to the edge.

  "Her ass is jerking like crazy, Mary.  She's gonna blow...
hard!"  He pounded me even harder until my vagina slammed shut
and then opened in a hot spasm.  Juices shot out of my pussy in a
huge gush.  Somehow, Ron had enough control to keep from flooding
me with his load.

  Quickly, he pulled his steaming rod out of my ass, turned his
wife onto her back, and drilled her wet pussy with his engorged
cock.  Mary groaned as she felt Ron's shaft sinking deep into her
cunt.  As he fucked her, I moved around to her head, straddled
her face, and mashed my pussy hard against her mouth.

  Mary immediately sucked my throbbing clitoris into her mouth as
I grasped her ankles and yanked her legs up and back.  With her
legs back, Mary's pussy was elevated into perfect fucking
position for Ron who took full advantage.  His strokes hammered
into her ... hard and deep.

  "Lick me, you hot Bitch.  I'm about to cum.  Suck my clit,
Honey... please... don't stop... gonna cum... oohhhh god... gonna
cummm... yessssssssssss.... suck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

  Mary was grunting incoherently with my cunt mashed over her
mouth.  Ron had reached his limit.

  "UGH!  UGH!  UUGGHH!  TAKE IT, MARY... SHOOTING... SHOOTING IT
IN!!"

  Ron seemed to ejaculate again and again inside Mary's vagina
before he collapsed on top of her.  As he did so, my orgasm was
ebbing, and I rolled onto my side beside the two of them.  When
my pussy left Mary's mouth, she heaved and gasped for breath
while her vagina pulsed slowly about Ron's embedded cock.

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

  At that point, we took a break.  "Anyone hungry?" Mary asked.
Ron and I both nodded, and the three of raced each other to the
kitchen with four big tits and one semi-hard cock bouncing all
the way there.

  After we made some sandwiches out of cold cuts and opened some
beer, we sat around the kitchen table eating and playing footsie
beneath the table.  I had one foot in Ron's lap rubbing his now
hardening member and my other foot between Mary's legs working on
her clit and pussy slit.  The position naturally had my legs wide
open allowing Mary's foot to pleasure my pussy in the same way as
I was doing hers.  Ron was leaning over working on my tits and
nipples.

  As soon as I finished my sandwich, I said, "I'm heading back to
the bedroom.  Anyone going to join me?"  Mary put the dishes in
the sink and Ron stayed to help.  After finishing, they hurried
to the bedroom where they found me on all fours with my ass high
in the air, wet cunt gaping and ready.

  Ron mounted the bed behind me and used his newly hardened cock
like a night stick to soundly thump my ass and cunt slit.

  "Oh Baby... don't tease me.  Stick it in," I begged.

  He moved closer to get into position to penetrate me just as my
cell phone rang.  Mary got it out of my handbag and handed it to
me while Ron continued to swab his cock head up and down the
length of my slimy sex trench.  Every time it moved over my clit,
the entire length of my slit would throb and open at the same
time as my clitoris contracted hard and retreated into its
protective hood.

  When I opened the cell, I saw the call was from Drew.  I told
Ron and Mary to be quiet as my husband was on the line.  They did
stop talking, but Ron slowly pushed his cock deep into my waiting
cunt hole.

  "Hi, Darling.  Is every thing all right?"

  "Oh yeah.  Every thing's going well except I'm bored and
lonely.  How about you?"

  "I felt the same way so Mary and Ron had me over tonight to
cheer me up.  I'm still here."

  "What's going on?"

  "We had dinner, watched a DVD, and now we're playing games."

  "What kind of games?"

  "Well, Ron wanted to play strip poker but Mary put the kibosh
to that idea pretty fast."

  "I'll bet Ron was disappointed.  I would have been... losing
the chance to get two gorgeous women naked."

  "He was... big time."

  "How about you?  Were you disappointed?"

  "Well... you're not supposed to ask a lady a question like
that, Darling."

  "Would you have played if Mary hadn't objected?"

  "No comment, Darling."

  "So what are you playing?"

  "Trivial Pursuits.  Whoever comes in last, has to answer two
questions asked by each of the two winners.  And right now,
Honey, your wife is losing."

  "What are the questions?"

  "I don't know.  I haven't lost yet.  Probably something
embarrassing.  Now it's your turn.  What are you doing now?  What
have you been doing?"

  "Same old... same old.  Sitting in my hotel room, eating alone,
going to business meetings.  Watching a DVD right now."

  "What's the movie?"

  There was a pause and then my husband whispered into the phone.
 "Can Ron and Mary hear me?"

  Actually, I had my cell phone on the speaker so everyone could
hear, but I replied, "No.  I stepped out of the room to take your
call.  They're waiting for me to come back and finish the game. 
I think they feel like I'm going to lose and they can't wait.  So
what's the movie?"

  "It's a porno video starring Shyla Stylez."

  "Who's she?"

  "She's a fantastically sexy blonde who gets guys hard from a
hundred feet away."

  "And are you hard?"

  "Like stone."

  "You're jacking off aren't you?"

  "Yeah... that's why I called.  I wanted to hear your voice when
I came."

  "Then go ahead Stud... do it.  Pump me, you big cocked fucker.
Give it to me... ram that big rod up my hot cunt... aahhh...
uunngghhhh... aaahhh...oohhhh fuck... harder... harder...
yesss... fuck me... fuck me!  fuck my hot cunt!" I hissed into
the phone.

  "ohhh shit yess... I'm fucking you, Honey.  Hard.  Can you feel
my big cock slugging in and out of wet fuck hole?"

  "Oooohhhh god yes... it's stretching meeee... give it to me you
hot Bastard... up my cunt... ah ah ah ah ah ah ah .... oohhh
gonna cum... gonna cum... fuck me, Stud... fuck meeeeeeeee!"

  "I'm shooting now, Kati... shooting it!"

  "Oohhhh I can feel it... the load's going into meeeeeeeeee...
big fuck load... aahhhh... I'm cumming, Darling... oohhhh god...
I'm cumminggggg!"

  For a couple of minutes the only sounds on the phone were the
heavy breathing of my husband and my panting.  "Oh damn, that was
fantastic, Kati.  You made that so hot and so real... Thank you.
I really shot a huge load listening to you.  Best phone sex ever.
 Did you get off?  I know I was pretty fast."

  "Oh hell yes, Darling.  Couldn't you tell that your wife was
cumming.  My pussy just erupted listening to you cum."

  "If Ron knew what you just did, he would really be pissed that
you left the room."

  "Well, I won't tell him unless that's one of the questions he
asks if I lose the game."

  We said our goodbyes and I broke the connection.  Behind me,
Ron had collapsed onto the bed, his cock now flaccid on his
belly.  I rolled onto my back beside him as his load seeped out
of my stretched and well-fucked cunt.

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

  For the rest of the week, I enjoyed some guy's cock every
night.  On Thursday, Rusty Randle spent three hours in my bed
screwing me.  I think he loved fucking my mouth more than my
pussy though as he had me suck him off twice.  In the middle of
the sex, my husband called.  This time I talked to him while
riding Rusty's sex prong.  It was erotic and hot, but very
difficult for both of us to remain more or less still with my
pussy slowly grinding on his shaft and his pubic bone working
against my clit.

  On Friday night, I went out to dinner with Art Walton.  After
dinner, he took me to a club where we danced for a couple of
hours while he dry fucked me on the dance floor and finger fucked
me when we were sitting at our table.  I found out that night
that fucking in the back seat of a car, while not as comfortable
as a bed, was still incredibly hot and erotic.  Art pumped two
loads into me that night, and I'm sure he had to have his car
seats cleaned later on.

  Saturday night Gary Frawley fucked me on the couch in our den.
After giving me a thorough screwing, he called his wife Susan who
came over and joined us for a threesome.  That night I had my
first experience being fucked by a woman with a strap on.

  On Sunday night, Darren once again spent the night with his
cock buried in me... either my cunt, ass, or mouth.  He used them
all.  I lost track of the number or orgasms I had and even the
number of times he ejaculated in me or on me.

  By the time Darren left Monday morning after ass fucking me on
our kitchen table, I was no longer angry at Drew for enjoying all
the women on his long, boring inspection tours.  I had found out
how exciting and how much fun sex can be with a variety of
partners.  It wasn't the same as sex with the man I loved, but
even so, it was easily the second most pleasurable thing in the
world.  I was kicking myself for not suggesting it earlier to my
husband.

  On Monday night, Mary had another party with everyone of our
group invited plus a couple of single guys I didn't know.  Now
that I had been already been fucked by most of the men at the
party, and my husband was not present, there was no reason for
anyone to be inhibited, and no one was.

  As soon as everyone had arrived, Mary got everyone's attention.
 "Ok, we're all here, so listen up.  As you see, I've invited
George and Mark to join us so we don't run out of hard cocks." 
All the women laughed, but none of the men joined them.

  "For George and Mark's benefit, I should tell them what all the
rest of you already know.  We've all been trying to get Little
Miss Goody Two Shoes to loosen up for over a year."  Here, Mary
pointed at me.

  "Every time she's been present, we've had to tone down the fun
and activities.  But things have changed!  Big time.  During the
last week, Kati has been fucked by every one of the guys here,
except for George and Mark... so no more Little Miss Goody Two
Shoes.  Tonight, she's the official "Gang Bang Slut and Cum
Receptacle".  She's available any time... don't even bother
asking her... just stick it in her anyway you like.  And if
you're having fun with one of the rest of us and need to shoot,
pull out and put the load into Kati.  Any questions?"

  I had no questions, but I was shaking with excitement and
anticipation... also a little fear when Mary spoke again: 
"Rusty... Art, we need for the two of you to strip our gang bang
slut... leave her heels on... so we can get the party started."

  I hadn't worn much, and it only took those two hot studs less
than a minute to get me down to just my heels.  Art was rubbing
my pussy at the same time as Rusty was hefting my tits and
sucking my nipples.  My ass was already humping the way I
imagined a gang bang slut's ass would be humping.

  Just as my clit was beginning to harden and throb, Gary called
out to us.  "Bring Kati over her, Guys, and stick her cunt on my
cock."  When we looked over, Gary was lying on one the mattresses
that Mary and Ron had spread around the house.  The two men
promptly picked me up with each guy having an arm under one leg
and a hand on my ass.  The carried me over to where Gary lay
waiting, his cock a rigid spike thrusting straight up in the air.
 The position I was in had my knees almost against my tits with
my ass the lowest part of my body.  It was the perfect position
for Art and Rusty to lower my cunt directly onto Gary's cock.

  They moved my sex slit back and forth until the big head was
wet and slick.  As soon as they let my weight sink just a little,
the big cock stretched my pussy open and entered.

  "AAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhh... fuck!  Oh, Honey, you're hard!  I mean
really HARD!  Come on, push me down on that big fuck stick,
Guys."

  They didn't have to be asked twice.  Both men lowered me onto
Gary's rod and then pushed my hips downward until I felt the big
cock thud into my cervix.  "UUUGGHHH!  AH yes!  You're in me,
Gary.  All the way into me!"

  Five minutes later, the party was in full swing with everyone
of the women being fucked in one way or another.  I was hammering
my ass up and down on Gary's iron-hard rod.  Every time I took
its length into my cunt, the big head slugged into my womb.  The
friction on my clit was delicious as was the intense sensation of
that thick shaft working back and forth over my G-spot.

  "FIRST LOAD GOING INTO THE GANG BANG SLUT!" Gary announced for
the world to hear.  Almost as soon as he said it, I felt the
liquid gush of his load fill me and squeeze out of my tightly
plugged vagina to cover his groin and balls.

  That night I learned how incredibly hot two men can get a woman
when they fuck her at the same time.  I got it from two men three
different times in the course of the evening.

  The first time Ron and Darren gave it to me.  Ron was fucking
my mouth while Darren was buried inside my pussy.  The two men
fucked me fore and aft in a regular rhythm until I was grunting
and my vagina was convulsing in hard spasms.

  "Load Number Two going into the Cum Receptacle," Darren
announced as he emptied his balls into me.  As soon as he had
finished, Ron turned me around and forced me to my knees.  His
cock slammed into me as soon as he had me bent over.  It only
took a minute or so until the room was informed that the third
load had been pumped into me.

  There was a short respite that allowed me to go to the bathroom
and get something to drink.  However, it only lasted 10 minutes
or so.  As soon as I came back into the den, Mark pushed me onto
one of the couches.  His cock was stone hard and shining with
some woman's pussy juices.

  "Get on your back, Kati.  Hurry.  Get you legs up in the air...
hurry... I'm about to cum and Cara said I had to shoot the load
into you."

  I threw my legs high and wide allowing Mark to nail his jerking
cock deep inside my cum-slickened cunt.  He pumped me several
times and them spewed a huge load into me.  Darren was watching
and passed the word that I had just received a fourth cum load in
my cunt.

  The second time I was double teamed, it was Art and Rusty, the
two randy studs who had stripped me an hour before.  They put me
on my back on one of the mattresses.  Art moved between my raised
legs, aligned his prick with my opening, and filled my hole with
man meat.  Rusty was kneeling over my face driving his organ in
and of my mouth as Art fucked me.  The two of them put the fifth
and sixth loads into me.

  It was another thirty minutes before George got me on one of
the beds with Darren.  This time I got it in my ass and mouth. 
While Darren face fucked me, George stretched my asshole open and
sank inside.  After he had shot in his load, Darren took his
place and put more semen and sperm up my ass.

  Again, there was a short break for bathroom needs and
refreshments.  After that, the sex was less frantic and more
relaxed ... that is, it was for everyone except me.  Since all
the men had to shoot in me, no matter which one of the women they
were fucking, at the end, they all put their near-bursting cocks
into me and fired in their loads.

  Around midnight, I was exhausted and told Mary I had to get
home... Drew might be calling.  She helped me find my clothes,
but before she let me dress, she called Mark and George over.

  "Our Gang Bang Girl wants to leave, but I know for a fact that
she hasn't yet been cunt and ass fucked at the same time.  Do you
two studs want to double team her that way before she leaves?  
They grinned and nodded.

  "I'm too tired, Mary.  Really.  I've lost track of the number
of times I've been screwed already tonight."

  "Tough.  Don't worry about it, Honey.  As soon as these two
young studs get their cocks into your cunt and ass at the same
time, you'll forget all about being tired."

  Mary was right.  I was screaming in hot ecstasy before they
shot off inside my cunt and ass at the same time.

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

Lambert's Report:

  On Tuesday morning at 10 AM, I was seated inside Mr. Bertrand
Lambert's private office waiting for him to give me his report
that he had informed would be ready.

  "Well, have you completed your investigations, Mr. Lambert?  Is
the report ready?" I asked.

  "We have and it is.  But, please, call me Bert."

  "Fine.  And I would be pleased if you would address me as Kati.
 Ok?"

  "Perfect.  Kati, I have some excellent news for you.  Normally,
I hate this part of the job... giving clients bad news... but
this time it's different."

  "Good news?  What's the good news?"  I asked totally confused.

  "Several things.  First, I estimated the cost would be between
$4,000 to $5,000 as you remember.  Well, the investigation was so
easy and took so little time, the charges are slightly less than
$2,500."

  "Really?  I expected them to be more."

  "Frankly, so did I, but, as I say, good news.  The second part
is even better news.

  "Go on."

  "It's great news because, as I remember, you told me at our
last meeting that you had no desire for a divorce.  The
investigation was just to find out the truth and secure hard
evidence of the truth."

  "That's true," I confirmed.

  "The bottom line is that your husband, Drew, is not cheating on
you.  Not in any way.  He's probably the most faithful husband
I've ever seen in all my years in this business."

  "How is that possible... all the rumors, Mrs. Sanchez's
opinion, the time I heard a woman having sex during a phone call
from my husband, not to mention those so-called "cat scratches"
all over my husband's chest.  And what about his lies about that
blonde slut, Linda Bullock?  How can he be innocent?"

  "It's all in the report in detail.  But let me give you a quick
summary of the investigation.  I'll begin with the rumors.  We
sent two agents to interview all the employees of your husband's
sales section.  They quickly confirmed the existence of the
rumors.  But these agents are very skilled interrogators.  They
also found out the source of the rumors within a day."

  "What was it?"

  "All the rumors were initiated by one of the secretaries, a
Miss Carolyn Bentley.  It seems that Miss Bentley flirted with
Drew continuously for weeks.  That fact was confirmed and cross
checked by interviews with the other secretaries.  On Secretaries
Day, your husband invited all the secretaries out for dinner at
his expense."

  "I'm aware of that.  He's done that for years."

  "Precisely.  However, this time, Miss Bentley decided it was
time to seduce your husband.  She wore a very revealing outfit,
and throughout the evening she repeatedly took every opportunity
to  rub her breasts against your husband arms or chest.  When the
evening was drawing to a close, Miss Bentley invited Drew to stop
at her apartment for an after dinner drink, 30-year old brandy I
believe it was.  In response, your husband politely declined her
invitation.  Within the earshot of two other secretaries, he
explained that while she was very beautiful, he was married and
loved his wife.  All of this has been confirmed by interviews and
cross checks."

  "Needless to say, Miss Bentley was furious at having her sexual
invitation declined.  In retaliation, she began circulating
rumors of Drew's infidelities on his inspection trips."

  "Why didn't Drew fire her?"

  "He should have.  He just too nice a man.  He turns the other
cheek, so to speak."

  "Oh my god," I moaned quietly.

  "As for Mrs. Sanchez's opinion, she was as taken in by the
rumors as you were.  When we informed her, she was distraught
that she had assumed the worst.  I'm sure she will be apologizing
to Drew when he returns from his present trip."

  "What about the woman I heard having sex when I called my
husband?"

  "That bothered us too.  We checked the phone records and found
that he had made the call from the home of a Mr. Leroy Hawkins,
who happens to be the top sales rep for one of the districts
under Drew.  We interviewed Mr. Hawkins and he confirmed that he
had invited Drew to dinner.  After dinner, he had put on a new
porno film that he had just obtained.  They watched it together.
Drew became bored and excused himself to call you.  You heard the
porn actresses on the film, Kati."

  "Now let's see... what's next?  Oh yes, the cat scratches.  We
sent an agent to interview Mrs. Wilcox.  She has a Siamese cat
and when our agent started to pet it, she warned him not to do
that.  He asked why, and she told him about her Division Director
who was in her office on business when he tried to pet her cat
while she was pouring coffee and ended up with a bloody chest, a
torn shirt, and three long scratches down the length of his
chest.  Her words were... just a moment while I refer to the
report... yes, here it is.  Her words were, "I was just
horrified.  Mr. Drew is such a gentle and considerate man, and my
cat just mutilates him.  He was extremely gracious about the
entire affair and never mentioned it again."

  I was too stunned to speak.  But Lambert still wasn't finished.

  "And let's see... yes... Mrs. Linda Bullock, hot blonde whom
your husband described otherwise.  He did lie about that, Kati,
but for good reason.  Her boss had invited her to the meeting
with Drew because she's new and he wanted her to meet the
Division Director and gain some experience.  At the meeting, Mrs.
Bullock flirted with Drew and came onto him.  Her boss later
apologized to Drew, and your husband just decided that he would
downplay the entire incident.  So he lied to you about her
appearance and demeanor at the meeting.

  "Is that it?" I asked, hoping there wasn't more.  There was.

  "Not quite.  We run a very tight ship here, Kati.  When we tell
a client something, we want to be damn certain that we're right.
To be certain, we hired a Miss Rhonda Monroe."

  "Who's she?  What does she have to do with all of this?"

  "Miss Monroe is a call girl... a very, very expensive and a
very, very beautiful and seductive call girl, I might add.  I
believe we paid her a guaranteed minimum of $500 with $2,000 more
to come if she had to perform services."

  "Services?"

  "Fuck your husband, to be blunt about it.  Her assignment was
to approach Drew in the lounge of his hotel one evening when he
was alone and bored.  She pretended to be a married woman who had
just caught her husband cheating and she was interested in some
payback. Without going into the all the details... they're in the
report... she suggested they spend the night together in his
hotel room."

  "And?"

  "And Drew was very cordial when he explained that he was
married to a gorgeous woman whom he loved and he didn't want do
to his wife what Rhonda's husband had done to her.  Bottom
line... he turned her down, and she didn't get the extra $2,000."

  "You have a completely faithful husband, Kati.  Isn't that just
fabulously great news!"

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