Hot Hole Secretary  by RLM

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Job Search:

  My husband Curtiss is a high school history teacher, a job he
has held since the year after we were married.  After 16 years on
the job, he had reached the maximum salary permitted for a
teacher with a bachelor's degree.  Since secondary school
teachers don't make much money in the best of circumstances, and
being a history teacher was certainly not the best of
circumstances, it had been necessary for me to hold a part-time
job ever since our two children had started school.  Even with my
working an average of 20 hours a week, it was still very
difficult for us to make ends meet financially.  Greg, our oldest
at 17, had another year and half before he would graduate and
want to attend college.  If we were going to have any hope of
helping him meet the expenses of a college education, I had to
find a job that brought in more money... which meant full-time
employment.

  Our youngest child, Helen, had just turned 14, which I figured
was old enough that she didn't need constant supervision.  Since
both of our children had been reared to be responsible, it seemed
very likely to me that Helen could take care of herself when she
wasn't in school and I was working.  After dinner, I broached the
subject with Curtiss.

  "I think you're right, Diane.  Helen's old enough to look after
herself for a few hours each day, and we do need the extra money
otherwise Greg's going to be pretty much on his own to find the
money to go to college.  Do you think you could find a full-time
job that pays enough to make it all worthwhile?"

  "I think so.  I've worked as a bookkeeper and as a secretary,
and I also have a two-year degree from the business college I
attended.  Plus, I still look pretty good even at 36.  That
should help.  But I guess we won't know until I've looked and
seen what's available.  Shall I start searching?"

  "Do you mind working full time?"

  "No.  Actually, I'm looking forward to a more responsible job
than the part-time work I've been doing since Helen entered the
first grade."

  "If that's the case, then see what you can find."

  I had mixed feelings about my husband's response.  On the one
hand, I was happy that he didn't mind my looking for a job.  On
the the other hand, I was not pleased that he hadn't even
bothered to comment on my remark that I thought I still looked
pretty good.  It would have helped my ego a lot if he would have
said something to bloster my confidence.

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  I started job hunting the next day.  After searching all the
want ads in the newspaper, I had failed to find anything.  Most
of the ads were for part-time help.  The ones for full-time
employment either required skills and experience that I didn't
have or they were for menial jobs that I knew I wouldn't be able
to stand after a week or two.  So... I continued to search.

  During the second week, I came across an ad for a full-time
assistant that seemed to be perfect for me.  I read the ad three
times to be certain.

Full-Time Secretarial Assistant Wanted:

  Full-time assistant wanted to handle correspondence, filing,
bookkeeping, and liason work for a single, highly successful
author who works from his home.  Successful candidate must have
had experience either as a secretary or bookkeeper.  Some formal
training is highly desirable.  The candidate must possess
sufficient writing ability and maturity to respond appropriately
to numerous letters from my readers.  Salary and hours are
negotiable.  Interested individuals should call the number below
to arrange for a personal interview at my resisdence.

If the salary was satisfactory and the hours could be
accommodated, it sounded perfect for me.  I had no doubts about
my ability to handle the job requirements.  I did have a few
doubts about my husband's response to the idea of my working for
a bachelor in his own home.  I decided we needed the money badly
enough that I wouldn't tell him about those details until later
after he had enjoyed a few paychecks from my job.

  Curtiss was highly pleased at the job opening and wished me
luck.  Of course, he didn't know my employer was single and I
would be working in his private resisdence.  My call resulted in
an invitation to interview on Wednesday afternoon.

  When saw the private residence of my prespective employer on
Wednesday, I was impressed with how successful he must be.  The
home was at least 5000 square ft... probably more.  Once I was
inside, I aslo saw that it was beautifully and expensively
furnished.  I was pleased when my would-be employer answered door
promptly after only a single ring.

  The man standing in the entryway appeared to be about 37 or 38,
which also impressed me that such a young man could be such a
successful author.  But what impressed the most, by far, was how
devilishly handsome he was.  After a second look, I decided that
he wasn't just devilishly handsome... he oozed virile masculinity
and sensuality.  I was immediately glad that I had omitted the
details about his martial status and job location when I had
spoken with my husband about the position.

  "Ah!  You must be Mrs. Diane Pelton.  Correct?"

  "Yes.  I'm here to apply for the secretarial assistant position
you advertised."

  "Great!  Please come in.  I'm Conrad Baylis."

  I had expected him to lead me into his office and sit behind a
desk while I sat in a straight chair in front of the desk. 
Nothing like that occurred.  He led me into his living room and
motioned for me to take a seat in an extremely comfortable lounge
chair.  He sat in a matching chair on the opposite side of a
gorgeous coffee table whose cost I couldn't even imagine.  "What
would you like, Mrs. Pelton?  Coffee?  Tea?  Beer?  A cocktail
perhaps or a soft drink?  I have a delicious coffee cake to go
with your choice."

  "Coffee would nice, but don't make it on my account, please."

  "I'm also having coffee.  Always have a pot brewing or already
made.  Just take a moment."  A few minutes later I was sipping a
rich coffee brew with a great pineapple tort.

  "Well... let's get to business," Conrad said.  "I've already
examined your credentials and called your references. 
Truthfully, I didn't expect to find someone as qualified as you,
Diane... may I call you Diane?"

  "Of course."

  "Thank you... and I would be pleased if you would use my first
name as well.  As I was saying, I didn't expect to find anyone as
qualified as you and I certainly didn't expect that the person
would be such a beautiful woman.  Obviously, I would like to hire
you so the decision is up to you.  Do you have any questions?"

  "I do have a few, Mr. Baylis... or I'm sorry, Conrad."

  "Ask away."

  "To be completely honest, my husband is a high school history
teacher who doesn't make a lot of money.  Consequently, money is
a big consideration for me.  What would the salary be?"

  "What salary would you expect?  or hope for?"

  "All I've been able to do while the children were young is work
part time in rather routine jobs.  Those don't pay much.  I was
hoping that with my secretarial, bookkeeping, and writing skills
I might be able to make $20,000 a year."

  "I'm afraid that $20,000 a year is not the figure I had in
mind, Diane."

  "Well, I can understand that since I've haven't held a full
time position for a long time.  How much could I make?"

  "I had intended to start my secretarial assistant at $30,000 a
year with a substantial raise after six months if the job is done
well.  I had also intended for that figure to be non-negotiable.
But now that I see how much you would brighten this house, I have
changed my mind.  How about $35,000 a year for a starting
salary?"

  I was speechless.  That was almost as much as Curtiss made
after 16 years on the job.  It was sufficient to solve all of our
financial problems and allow us to help our children with their
college expenses.  Aloud, I said, "Why would you pay me that much
when I said I was hoping for $20,000?"

  "Simple.  I had intended to pay at least $30,000.  The fact
that you didn't know your own worth is not a factor.  I don't
take advantage of people.  Ever!  I want my assistant to feel
good about the job, good about being here, and most importantly
good about working with me.  Besides all that, you're
beautiful... that's the reason for the extra $5,000.  So, do we
have an agreement?"

  "We do, Conrad.  We most certainly do."

  "Good.  You start tomorrow.  Ok?   Here's a key to the house. 
When you arrive for work, just let yourself in.  I may be in the
bathroom or in my study writing.  Same thing when you leave. 
Just remember to lock the door coming and going."

  When I told Curtiss about my new job and my $20,000 per year
salary, he was amazed.  So much so, that we went out to dinner. 
When we returned home, it was dark and for the first time in a
decade, Curtiss spread me out on the front seat with my legs up
and back and fucked me like I had gotten it many times when I was
in high school and college.

  After Curtiss was asleep, I lay in bed with my legs open, his
cum still seeping from my pussy, with a big smile on my face as I
wondered what I would do with the extra $15,000 I was making that
Curtiss knew nothing about.

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Diane:  Secretarial Assistant:

  When I arrived for work at 8 AM the following morning, I let
myself into Conrad's home and went to the kitchen.  There were no
breakfast dishes anywhere, so I knew Conrad had not yet eaten
breakfast.  I made a fresh pot of coffee and set out two
pineapple torts, one for me and one for Conrad.

  Before I had left the previous day, Conrad had shown me my
office and pointed to a big stack of fan letters from his
readers.  He had told me to start working on answers to all of
them but to leave room for his personal signature.  If I was
unsure about what to say, he had told me to ask him.

  When the coffee was ready, I poured myself a cup and took it to
my office along with the tort.  Going back to the kitchen, I got
Conrad's coffee and tort and headed for his study. He was already
at work at his word processor.

  "Good morning, Conrad.  I see you like to get an early start on
work.  I brought you some coffee and a tort in case you're
hungry.  I can make breakfast or lunch later if you like."

  "That's great!  I knew I hired a real winner.  Did you fix
yourself coffee and tort?"  When I nodded, he said, "Bring in
here.  I need a break.  We'll enjoy the coffee and torts
together."

  When I was seated at the small table in the study with my
coffee and tort, I waited for Conrad to join me before I started.
 He smiled, got up from his computer chair, and I saw that all he
wore below the waist was a pair of boxer shorts.  His cock made a
huge bulge in the shorts that was so large, I thought he was at
least partially erect.  I tried not to look, but even just
partially hard, his cock was already substantially larger than my
husband's.

  He saw me staring at his bulge and grinned.  "Sorry about that.
 Morning hard-on.  It had almost gone away, but then you
arrived."

  I felt my face flushing red.  I also felt my panties becoming
damp.  "I'm sorry.  I should have knocked."

  "Knocked?  Why?  We're going to be working in close quarters 40
or so hours a week.  I don't like wearing a lot of clothes around
the house.  So I keep the temperature a little higher than you're
probably used to.  I can tell you that you're going to be very
uncomfortable in that suit you're wearing."  I smiled and said
I'd be fine.

  "You ready to start on answering all my fan mail, Diane?"

  "Absolutely.  As soon as we finish the coffee and torts, I'll
get right on it."

  Conrad smiled and finished off his coffee and tort.  When he
got up to return to his word processor, the bulge in his shorts
had gotten considerably larger.  I wondered if he was fully hard
now or would it get even bigger.  As I returned to my office, I
realized that this job might be more than I had bargained for.

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  When I arrived for work on Friday, I once again found myself in
the kitchen preparing two cups of coffee with two more pineapple
torts.  After my experience on Thursday, I knew that I shouldn't
go into Conrad's study unannounced, if at all, but nevertheless,
I found myself carrying a tray with the torts and coffee into his
study.

  Again, I found Conrad in his jockey briefs, and again, he was
hard.  But unlike the previous morning when he started out half
hard and then got harder, this morning his cock had to be fully
hard judging from the size of his bulge.  It looked as if it
might tear the briefs apart at any moment.  As we had the coffee
and torts, he said, "I was hoping you would bring in coffee
again.  Been looking forward to it."   I was too turned on to
respond, so I just smiled and nodded.

  When I entered my office, I found a large wrapped package on my
desk.  Inside, I found two dresses and two miniskirts.  Holding
the dresses up to my body, I saw that the hemlines came only to
mid-thigh and the bodices were cut low enough to expose quite an
expanse of my tits.  The miniskirts were, of course, even
shorter.  Inside, there was a note from Conrad.

  I'm very good at judging women's sizes so I confident the
clothes will fit.  If not, I'll exchange them.  Hope you like my
selection....  Conrad.

  For the next two hours, I worked on the correspondence, but my
mind was on what was in the large box.  By noon, my will power
was completely exhausted.  Going into the bathroom, I stripped
off my business jacket, skirt, and blouse.  Selecting one of the
black dresses, I unzipped it and stepped into it.  Once I had it
on, I zipped it up as far as I could and looked at my reflection
in the full-length mirror.

  I was certainly right about the hemline.  The lower half of my
thighs were bare.  I was also correct about the bodice.  A lot of
my breasts were exposed only instead of my breasts, it was my bra
that was showing.  It was obvious that I was going to have to
wear either a demi-bra or none at all with the dresses Conrad had
purchased for me.   Since I didn't have a demi-bra with me, I
decided to go without one... at least for today.  In the future,
I told myself, I would be certain to have the right undergarments
here at Conrad's house.

  After removing my bra, I still had to get the dress zipped up
in the back.  Once more, I went into Conrad study.  This time, he
was wearing a pair of slacks and a tight T-shirt.  The man's
muscles literally rippled beneath the tight garment.

  "Ah.  Great!  I'm glad to see you got rid of that business
suit... too hot... too conservative.  You look fabulous."

  "Thanks, but I can' get this dress zipped up in back.  You'll
have to help me."

  "No problem."  Conrad moved behind and slowly zipped up my
dress.  I could feel his eyes caressing my half exposed breasts.
He made no effort to conceal his interest.  "Mmmm... your breasts
are even better than I had imagined."

  I couldn't help flushing with pleasure at the complement of
this very handsome, virile, masculine man.  "I've almost finished
all the correspondence," I said to cover up my excitement.

  "Wonderful.  That's twice as fast as I expected.  The large
manila envelop on your desk contains my financial records so far
this year.  Please bring my almost non-existent books up to date
and in good shape next, Diane."

  At 4 PM, Conrad came into my office where I was working on
trying to make some sense out of his financial records.  "I'm
going to relax in the whirlpool hot tub out on the deck.  Want to
join me?"

  "I didn't bring a bathing suit."

  "So?  I never wear one."

  "I don't think that would be a good idea."

  "Really?  I thought it sounded like a great idea.  But,
whatever you say."

  As he walked out of my office, toward the deck, I watched him
until he let his robe fall to the floor just before he walked out
onto the deck and lowered his powerful body into the hot tub. 
"That man has a great butt!" I thought to myself.

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  On Monday, I again found two wrapped packages on my desk. 
Opening the first package, I found six pair of thongs.   Inside
the second box was a pair of black shoes with 4-inch heels... a
pair of come-fuck-me heels if there ever was such a pair.

  I didn't waste any time getting to the bathroom to change out
of my conservative buisness suit I wore when I left the house.  I
had decided to wear the red dress Conrad had bought for me.  With
my new present, I slipped my white panties down my legs and
selected a matching red thong.  When I pulled it tight against my
pussy and felt the strap sink deep between my buttocks, I could
already feel the dampness leaking from my vagina.  Slipping into
my new CFM heels, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.  My
body shuddered when I thought about how much Curtiss would
disapprove of the way I was dressed.  Too bad.  What he didn't
know, wouldn't hurt us, and I loved the way I looked.

  An hour later, I was hard at work on Conrad's financial
records.  When I reached the month of March, I needed the
receipts for purchases and income for the period.  Conrad had
told me that everything was in the two filing cabinets in my
office so I began searching.

  When I was bent over examining the contents of the middle
drawer, I felt a hand softly caressing my ass.  I knew it was
Conrad.  I also knew that I should stand up and move away, but I
stood rooted to the spot, unable to move as a second hand began
stroking my ass and upper thighs.

  "That feels delicious, Conrad, but I'm married.  You shouldn't
be playing with my ass like that, and I shouldn't be letting you.
 Please stop."

  Conrad didn't say a word to me as he slowly pushed the short
dress higher on my ass.  The cool air caressing my bottom let me
know that he now had my ass totally exposed, and my pussy was
covered only by the small triangle of material of my thong.  When
his fingers moved between my cheeks, instead of moving away, I
bent over even more and thrust my hips back in obvious
invitation.  "Oh... oh... oh... no... no... aaaahhh... mmmmmm...
don't... ooohhhh... so good."

  Neither of us said a word when Conrad pulled my thong down
around my thighs and then pushed it even lower to my knees.  As
soon as he had my thong down, his hands resumed fondling and
stroking my ass, his fingers delving between my cheeks to explore
my anus.  It was no surprise when I felt his hard cock sliding up
and down my sex trench.  The pressure of his hands on the inside
of my thighs let me know that he wanted me to spread my legs
wider.  I knew I should keep my legs together, but I spread them
even wider as he wanted.

  I couldn't keep my hips still when his cock head began sliding
over my clitoris and from there through the entire length of my
slit with the big head between my pussy lips.  When he had his
cock thoroughly coated with my natural lubrication, I felt him
press his cock head against my opening.  I was so wet and his
cock so slick with my juices that it easily penetrated my cunt. 
Several inches sank into me as I moaned softly.

  "Ooohhhhh god... you're in me... oohh... ooohh... oohhh...
You're fucking meeeee!" I moaned as my vagina throbbed around
Conrad's big shaft.


  Conrad began to slowly fuck me... back and forth... in and out
of my vagina... sliding deeper and deeper with each stroke.  For
several minutes, he continued to pump his rod into my cunt.  More
and more of his cock entered me.  Conrad was far larger than
Curtiss, and he was already exploring parts of my pussy that my
husband had never visited.  Finally, I felt his balls slapping
against my clit.  He was all the way inside me.  I came.  Hard! 
My vagina and clitoris erupted in a series of intense
contractions... juices squeezed out of my tightly plugged hole.

  "UGH!  UGH!  OOOHHH GOD... You're so damn big!  Jezzz.... is it
all the way into me yet?  GGGAAAAHHHHHH.... Oh My God!  You're
pushing in more cock... how much more cock?   God... aaaahhhh...
aaahhhhh... aaahhh... fuck me... fuck me... oh shit!  Fuck me,
Conrad.  FUCK ME!"

  Conrad began fucking me in a steady rhythm that had me groaning
with each inward thrust of his big shaft.  Holding my hips, he
pulled me back onto his cock each time he drove it inward.  I
came again... this time much harder than the first time.  When my
vagina began throbbing around his dick, Conrad joined me in
moaning.

  After nearly 15 minutes of steady, hard fucking, I felt his
body tense.  His strokes shortened and pounded into me much
harder.  I heard a series of grunts escape his lungs.  Then his
prick convulsed inside me and shot load after load of sperm and
semen into my totally unprotected pussy.   At the same time as
his cum load was going in, my vagina erupted in the hardest
climax yet.  I groaned with each thrust.

  Eventually, Conrad's balls were empty, and although his cock
was still twitching and throbbing inside me, no more semen was
being pumped into me.  Slowly, he pulled his still jerking organ
out, patted my butt, and left leaving me with a huge river of
semen and sperm gushing out of my now widely stretched cunt.

  As I pulled up my thong to cover my cum-filled cunt, I quickly
calculated when my last period was.  I figured that it was about
8 days before I would ovulate and be fertile and ready for
impregnation.  I breathed a sigh of relief.

  An hour later, I was still working on the financial records,
but each time I got up for anything, I was aware of Conrad's cum
pouring out of my stretched vagina and seeping down my thighs.

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  Later that night, at the dinner table, Curtiss asked, "How did
your day go, Honey.  Anything exciting happen or is it just
another boring job?"

  I thought about telling him that Conrad had fucked me, but I
couldn't bring myself to do it.  He would want to know why, and
the truth was because I wanted that hot stud to stick his cock in
my cunt and fuck me... and he did.  That didn't seem like
something that I could expect to say to my husband and have him
understand.  So I just said, "The job is challenging and
rewarding.  I really like it, but nothing exciting happened
unless you consider putting financial records in shape to be
exciting."

  "Oh... Ok."

  "You sound disappointed, Honey."

  "Just a little, I guess.  It's the first time you've worked as
one man's exclusive secretary.  I thought he might make a pass or
something."

  "You want Mr. Baylis to make a pass at me?"

  "No, not really.  But you have to admit, it's a hot thought."

  "Yes, it is, Darling.  Are you hard thinking about it?"

  "No.  Of course not.  It was just a silly fantasy."

  I nodded and didn't say any more, but when I was carring the
dishes into the kitchen, I could easily see my husband's hard-on
tenting his pants.

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  I was almost panting with excitement when I unlocked Conrad's
front door and entered my office on Tuesday morning.  I didn't
hear him around, so once more I went to the kitchen and made a
fresh pot of coffee.  When I entered Conrad office, it was empty
so I just left the coffee on his desk and went back to my own
office.  I was both relieved and disappointed when Conrad wasn't
in his office.  I assumed he was probably out of the day.

  I worked for an hour and then carried my empty coffee back to
the kitchen to get a refill.  After filling my cup, I turned to
leave and was confronted with a grinning and very naked Conrad. 
He was also hard... very hard... incredibly hard.  I knew he was
big, but this was the first time I had seen it up close when it
was completely rigid with lust.  Of course, I had felt it that
way when he had fucked me on Monday, but I hadn't seen it.

  It was at least three inches longer than Curtiss� cock and much
thicker.  I felt myself getting wet between my legs even though
this hot stud hadn't yet touched me.  He closed the distance
between us and pulled up my dress.  In one smooth motion, his
lips were on mine, his tongue inside my mouth, and his naked cock
between my thighs moving back and forth over my pantie-covered
labia.  In just moments, he had me humping against his thick
manhood.

  "Oh god, Conrad.  That feels just fantastic!  Aaaahhhh... Do it
harder, Honey.  Mash that big thing against my clit...ooohhh
yesss.. yesss.. like that... like that.. aaaahhhhhh!

  Without saying a word, he turned me around to face the cabinet
and bent me over.  I knew I should resist and had decided to do
that, but then Conrad pulled my panties down and off leaving in
just my thigh-high stockings and heels below the waist.  From
that point on, it was impossible for me to resist. I was far too
hot... far too horny... and my pussy was already throbbing.

  Slowly, he inserted his large cock into my hot and thoroughly
lubricated cunt.  Now that I had seen how big Conrad's cock was,
it seemed like it was stretching my vagina even more today than
it had on Monday.  He began to fuck me.

  "UGH!  UGH!  UGH!  OOOHHH SHIT!  YOUR COCK IS JUST HUGE! 
AAAHHHH!  FUCK ME, CONRAD.  RAM MEEEEEEEE!  Give it to me!  You
like making me bend over, don't you?"

  The only answer I got was a thick cock driving even harder and
faster into my now squishing vagina.  Every thrust scrapped
deliciously over my G-spot and rubbed my now fully erect and
throbbing clitoris.

  "Oohhh god... I'm gonna cum on your big cock.  Ram it!  Fuck
me!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME HARD!  Do you like watching your cock
sinking into my cunt, Conrad... seeing my pussy throb...
aaaahhhhhhhhh!"

  In moments, I was thrusting my ass back against his driving
piston.  Loud female screams filled the room... they didn't sound
like any sounds I had ever made with my husband... In fact, I
didn't even recognize my own voice.  The sounds were so loud, the
words urging Conrad to fuck me harder, faster, deeper were so
dirty that I thought it they had to be coming from some depraved,
slutty whore.

  "OOOoohhh... you're stretching meeeeeeee... YOU'RE STRETCHING
MY CUNT!  AAAHHHHHHH...  NEVER... EVER... BEEN FUCKED LIKE
THIS...  BANG ME... BANG MY HOLE!"

  I began to cum as the Conrad's sex gun rammed me again and
again.  His hands circled my hips and captured my convulsing
clitoris between his fingers.  My clit throbbed... hard.  He
squeezed it.  I came again.  His rod pounded into me ... slugging
up against my womb at the same time as his fingers began to pull
on my clit shaft like a man jacks off.  I felt juices squirt from
my tightly plugged vagina.  I was in the midst of still another
orgasm when Conrad's cock erupted and filled my unprotected
vagina with his potent, sperm-filled semen.

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  That night during dinner when Curtiss asked me if anything
exciting had happened at work, I again said, 'No.  I just worked
on his financial records most of the day.  It pays well, but it's
certainly not exciting."

  Not being able to think of any way to proceed after that
answer, my husband gave up and finished dinner.  As we were
washing up the dishes, I casually commented, "Oh remind me
tomorrow to take my bathing suit with me to work.  Mr. Baylis
said I could use the pool and the hot tub during my lunch hour if
I wanted to."

  "Are you going to wear your bikini?"

  "Of course not.  I can't wear a suit like that.  I'll wear my
one-piece suit."

  "Yeah... I guess that's right," he replied.  I was certain that
he was disappointed that I wasn't going to wear the bikini.

  Not long after we had finished the dishes, Curtiss was all over
me... kissing me, playing with my tits, sliding his fingers under
my panties and finger fucking me right in the den.  It was hot
and erotic.  I suddenly realized that sex between us had gotten
much hotter since I had started working for Conrad.  Obviously,
it was turning my husband on.

  "My god, you're really wet and hot tonight, Honey.  You're just
dripping.  Come on.  Let's go to bed.  I want to get my cock into
your dripping pussy."

  I thought about telling him the reason I was so wet was because
Conrad had shot a huge load of cum into me at work and the
thought still had me excited, but of course, I didn't tell him
that.  Even while my wildly excited husband was fucking me, he
kept telling me how wet I was and how good my pussy felt around
his cock.

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  On Wednesday, Conrad fucked me bent over my office desk around
10 AM.  Before putting his cock in me, he had kissed and
masturbated me until I was humping like a slut against his
probing fingers.  A moment later, he had my ass up on my desk
with my legs up as his tongue explored my sex trench and his
tongue worked my clit until I was heaving my ass upward against
his face.  He made me cum and then flipped me over on the desk,
pushed my feet further apart to open up my cunt, and drilled his
huge organ into my hot, wet, and very, very eager hole.

  "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH  ...  UUNNGGHHH... YOU'RE IN ME, CONRAD! 
OOOHH GOD... YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEE!" I hissed as my vagina
throbbed around his thick shaft.

  That afternoon, he again asked me to join him in the whirlpool
bath out on his deck.  This time I accepted.  Naturally, my
one-piece bathing suit remained in my office closet.

  For thirty minutes, Conrad stroked and fingered me.  His tongue
visited all of my sensitive places.  Finally, I had to have his
cock.  "Please, Conrad.  I can't take any more teasing.  You have
me screaming hot.  Fuck me, Honey.  I'm ready.  I need you inside
me."

  He got me on my knees, bent me over the side of the hot tub,
and fucked me hard for almost a half hour.  This time, he came
twice inside my still unprotected pussy.  I had had five orgasms
before his second load gushed into me.

  "YES!  YES!  YES!  SHOOT IT IN, LOVER!  SHOOT YOUR BIG LOAD
INTO MY PUSSY AND BREED ME, YOU HOT STUD!"

  That afternoon after work, I went by the walk-in clinic and got
a prescription for the pill.  I knew that I would be ovulating in
the next few days and it was either get on the pill or get
pregnant.  Since I didn't want any more children, the choice was
obvious.

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

  On Thursday, I was fucked as soon as I arrived at work, but
instead of it being in my office or his, he nailed me in his bed
with me on my knees, head on the bed, while he stood beside the
bed ramming me.  Conrad had me so hot I began to sream and beg
him to fuck me harder as soon as I felt his cock stretching my
pussy open and entering me.

  As usual, he patted my ass after he had filled my pussy with a
huge cum load.  Conrad put on a robe and went back to his study
while I dressed and went to my office.  Shortly before lunce, he
buzzed me on the intercom and asked that I come down to his
study.

  When I entered, I found Conrad seated in one of the lounge
chairs instead of behind his desk.  Across from him in the
matching lounge chair and on the couch were two men about
Conrad's age.  I had the feeling that I knew one of them, but
could not place him or recall why I thought I knew him.

  "Diane, this is Mark Garrison.  He's a very good and very old 
friend of mine.  We were college roommates and have kept in touch
and even collaborated on one book.  And this is Mr.Paul Marshall,
my publisher.  Gentlemen,  this beautiful woman is my secretarial
assistant, Mrs. Diane Pelton."

  "Hello, Diane.  You're even more beautiful than Conrad
described, but I can understand that.  If you worked for me, I
wouldn't tell others how gorgeous you are either.  They might
hire you away." Mark commented.

  "Why thank you Mr. Garrison.  What a very nice thing to say."
Turning toward Marshall, I asked, "How long have you been Mr.
Baylis' publisher, Mr. Garrison?"

  "About five years.  What I don't understand is how Conrad can
get any work done with someone like you around."

  "Oh, you'd be amazed at how hard he works."

  I stayed and chatted with the three men for an hour and then
had a light lunch with them.  Around 2 PM, I was back in my
office working until quitting time at 5:00.  Going back to
Conrad's study, I told him I was about to leave and asked if he
needed anything else before I left.

  He grinned and chuckled.  In a moment, all three men were
laughing.  I flushed red with embarrassment and quickly left.

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

  When Friday morning arrived, I knew I was going to be screwed
at least once so I took off my panties as soon as I left the
house.  By the time I arrived at Conrad's home, my juices were
seeping out of my excited vagina and had thoroughly wetted my
inner thighs.  I could easily smell the hot, musky aroma of my
cunt.

  As usual, I put on a fresh pot of coffee to brew and went back
to my office to see how far along I was on bringing Conrad's
financial records up-to-date.  I was studying the ledger entries
for May when I heard Conrad's voice behind me.

  "I can smell your sensuous aroma all the way over here."

  Without turning around, I replied, "And does it please you?"

  "It makes me hard... very hard... very hot.  Bend over the
table, Diane.  Pull up your skirt and pull down your panties.  I
want to see the source of that hot, musky aroma.

  "I can't, Conrad.  I'm really sorry."

  "Why can't you," my excited employer wanted to know.

  "Because I didn't wear any panties today."

  "You are one incredibly hot-holed secretary.  Show me your
pussy, Diane."

  I bent over the table and pulled my skirt up around my waist. 
My pussy was already throbbing before I spread my legs so Conrad
could see how hot and wet I was.

  With my eyes closed, I couldn't see Conrad moving up behind me,
but I felt his presence.  Then I felt his hands on my buttocks...
stroking me... spreading my cheeks to expose both of my holes. 
Fingers entered my cunt.

  "AAAaaaahhhh... Oh god... that feels delicious, Conrad.  Pump
me, Honey."

  I groaned even louder when his fingers did as I had asked...
hard, deep, and fast.  When they moved forward to my clitoris, my
groans switched to excited howls.

  "Ooohhh rub it, Baby.  Rub my clit!  OHH!  OOHH!  OOOHHH! 
UUGGHHH.  UH! UH! UH! UH!"  Conrad began stroking my clit shaft
like it was a man's cock... up and down with a finger pressed on
each side.  The feeling was awesome.  My pussy contracted in a
series of hard spasms as I came.  "OOOHHHH YOU FUCKING BASTARD! 
YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMMMMM!"

  Suddenly, his fingers pulled from my convulsing vagina and two
of them pushed into my ass.   "AAHH! UH! UH! UH!"  In just
moments, Conrad had my sphincter contracting right along with my
pussy.  He added a third finger and then a fourth, stretching me
open.  There was no way I could suppress my moans.

  With my cuntal secretions gushing from my still throbbing
vagina, Conrad decided I was ready to be fucked.  Actually, I was
on the point of begging him to fuck me.  The big cock head
pressed against the opening to my cunt.  Ramming my hips
backwards, my labia captured the big cock head and enveloped it.
Instantly, 8 inches of thick, hard cock penetrated my hole and
began fucking me.

  High-pitched shrieks burst from my mouth each time his big
shaft powered into me.  When he withdrew, hot sighs of pleasure
replaced the shrieks but the wild shrieks returned as soon as
Conrad rammed his cock back into my depths.  If my tits hadn't
been mashed against the table's surface, they would have been
swinging back and forth in time to the fuck strokes Conrad was
driving into me.

  "I'm going to ass fuck you now, Diane," Conrad hissed as he
fucked me like a raging bull in heat.

  I was cumming again when he said it, and all I could do was
wail as the hot spasms of pleasure coursed through my body making
me shudder and tremble.  His dick continued to pleasure my pussy
while he squirted astroglide all over my anus and then pushed the
tip of the bottle into my ass and lubricated me inside.

  Suddenly, my pulsing cunt was empty.  Conrad had pulled his
hard dick out of my vagina and was now pressing it against my
anus.

  "Oohhh god... it's too big... won't fit... unnggh... aaahhhh...
too big!"

  "Be quiet!  Relax your sphincter.  Open your ass for me!"

  Conrad pried my ass open with his fingers and pressed the head
against the widened hole.  His hips snapped forward and the big
head popped inside my ass!  I howled in a mixture of pain and
pleasure.  The cock began to fuck me... after two strokes, three
inches were inside me.  I was grunting each time he pumped.

  "Go easy.. go easy... oooohhh shit...you're just fucking huge!"

  Two more strokes and I had five inches of cock up my asshole. 
Gradually the pain ebbed and the pleasure increased until Conrad
had me begging him to fuck me harder... deeper.  He gave me every
thing I asked for and more.  His entire length was soon buried up
my ass and he was giving long, hard, deep strokes on every entry.


  "OOhhhh god... fuck it to me, Stud.  Gonna cum... I'M GONNA
CUM!"

  My first anal orgasm was incredible.  All at the same time, my
vagina and ass began to contract in hard spasms while my clitoris
was throbbing and dancing wildly as I mashed it feverishly
against the table top.  I was hanging on to the edge of the table
with a death grip as the cock pounded my ass and Conrad's balls
slapped against my cunt.  Wild female shrieks of pleasure
accompanied each squirt of my juices out of my erupting cunt.

  Conrad jerked his cock out of my convulsing ass, pulled me off
the table onto my knees.  Thrusting his cock in my face, he
growled, "Suck it!  HURRY!  SUCK IT!  GONNA CUM!"

  I slipped my lips over the big throbbing head and licked the
pulsing organ.  "Don't lick it, Slut!  SUCK IT.  SUCK ALL OF IT!
NOW!"  Conrad grunted.  I quickly rammed my mouth all the way
down his jerking shaft.

  With two inches of his cock shoved down my throat, Conrad's
quickly reached the point of no return.  "CUMMING!  CUMMING!
SLUT!  TAKE IT!"  he screamed.  Just as his organ was on the
verge of blasting the load down my throat, he yanked it out of my
mouth and fired gush after gush all over my face.  By the time
his balls were emptied, I had several big streams of cum in my
belly, and the rest was all over my face and tits.

  Conrad pushed his cock back inside my mouth for me to clean it.
 It was the least I could do for a man who had gotten me off four
times.  While I was cleaning his shaft with my lips and tongue, I
felt hands on my tits and ass.  I groaned when the fingers took
possession of my nipples and pulled them.  Another hand was not
between my legs rubbing my pussy... a moment later it was my
clitoris being pleasured.  I continued to clean the cock in my
mouth as my hips thrust against the fingers on my clit and
probing my vagina.

  A hot male voice whispered in my ear.  "Unless you object,
Diane, Paul and I are going to fuck you now."

  "Conrad?"  I said asking the obvious question.

  "I like to watch too," he said as he settled down in a chair to
watch his two friends fucking me.

  Mark took me first.  Carrying me over to the couch, I was
placed on my back with my head over the end of the couch and
tilted back.  Mark stood at the head of the couch, his legs
straddling my face, feeding his cock into my mouth.  With my head
tilted backwards, my mouth and throat formed a straight tube
allowing Mark to ram his entire eight inches down my throat.  He
mouth fucked me like a hot whore, his balls banging against my
nose.

  Every time Mark's cock thrust into my throat, I sucked it as
hard as I could.  When he withdrew, my lips locked firmly about
his shaft exerting the maximum pressure.

  "My god, Diane," he hissed with hot masculine pleasure, "you're
fantastic!  Never ever had a woman suck me like this.  Ooohh
Shit!  Can't hold it... gonna cum!"

  His rod exploded shooting huge globs of semen and sperm down my
throat and all over my face.  He would shoot and then plunge back
inside my mouth where he jerked and throbbed and shot in more
cum... back and forth.

  Once he was finished, it was Paul's turn to fuck me.  He just
flipped me over onto my knees and pushed my head down onto the
couch.  I arched my ass high as he mounted me from the read.  I
had no idea if his cock was going up my ass or if he would use my
cunt hole.  His hips thrust forward.  The big cock head hit my
hole dead center and surged into my throbbing cunt.  Now, female
howls of pleasure filled the room as his cock filled my pussy.

  I was having another intense climax when I felt Paul pumping my
pussy full of his hot load.

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

Saturday Night On the Town:

  During dinner Friday night, Curtiss couldn't keep his hands off
of me.  Even when I admonished him to let me get dinner ready, he
just ignored me.

  "Fuck dinner, Diane.  I'd much rather feel you up than eat."

  What woman in her right mind is going to complain about such a
complement from her husband.  So, I stopped telling my horny
husband to keep his hands off me and did the best I could to cook
dinner while he squeezed my tits, caressed my ass, and ran his
hands up my skirt to rub my wet pussy.

  "Damn, Diane.  You're so fantastically wet and hot.  Your pussy
seems to be wet all the time.  I love it!"

  That night in bed, Curtiss fucked me harder and with more
passion than he had in years... maybe even more than on our
wedding night, but probably not as much as when he first fucked
me.  However, I had to admit that it was damn close.  The man
just rammed me like a rutting bull.  Before we both collapsed
from exhaustion, I had three loads of my husband's cum pooled
inside my cunt.

  The next morning, while I was in the shower, the door suddenly
opened.  My husband got in with me.  I couldn't remember the last
time we had showered together.  Of course with his cock hard as
marble, he wasn't looking to shower with me.  His objective was
clearly to shower my pussy with more of his thick sperm-filled
semen... which he did as I leaned over supporting myself against
the side of the shower.

  Later, I could see that my husband had something on his mind. 
Finally, he asked me if we could go out to dinner and dancing. 
"Of course.  I'm not about to say no to a date with a hot stud."
Curtiss beamed with male pleasure.

  "Will you wear..."

  I waited, but he didn't finish the sentence.  "Will I wear
what?"  Curtiss still didn't answer.

  "What's the matter?"

  "I guess... Well, I guess that I'm afraid you'll get angry."

  "You want me to wear something sexy and you're afraid I'll get
angry?  A wife would have to be pretty dumb to get angry at that,
Honey."

  "I don't want you to just wear something sexy.  I want you to
wear something totally slutty.  There!  I've said it.  Are you
angry?"

  "Are you sure?  Be careful what you ask for, Honey, you may get
it.  You want totally slutty?"

  "Yeah... I do."

  "Ok, Lover.  Pick out a place where we can go, get a bite to
eat, and dance without my getting arrested.  Remember, Baby...
you wanted totally slutty."

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

  I spent a hour that evening getting ready for my "date" with my
husband.  When I came into the den, I was wearing a white blouse
with a black skirt and 4-inch CFM heels.  The blouse exposed my
red bra and almost half of my 36DD tits.  A half inch lower and
my nipples would be on display.  The hemline of the skirt just
barely covered my panties in front.

  "Slutty enough for you, Honey?" I asked facing my husband.

  "Oh hell yes!  If you bend over just a little, Diane, your tits
may fall out and your ass will certainly be on display. 
Fantastic."

  "Is your cock hard?"

  "Oh fuck, it's getting that way.  As soon as I see you bend
over just a little, it will hard as iron."

  "I don't think it's going to be necessary for me to bend over
to expose my ass, Lover.  See."  I turned my back toward my
excited husband and he saw that there was no back to the short
mini-skirt.  My ass was totally exposed with only the small red
band of material of my thong sunk between my ass cheeks visible.

  "Oh my god!  You may be arrested... I'm not sure..."

  I sat down on one of the bar stools with my back toward
Curtiss.  "Think I'll attract any male attention when we sit at
the bar, Lover?"  I didn't have to ask my husband if his cock was
hard now.  His pants were tented like he had an iron bar inside.

  "Let's go, Hubby.  Your hot slut is hungry and needs food.  She
expects to be fucked a lot tonight and needs all the energy she
can get."

  Curtiss stayed hard all the way to the club.  He was still hard
while we waited to be seated.  The men stared at my exposed tits
and ass... the women couldn�t take their eyes off my husband's
raging erection.  Many of them looked like they wanted to rape my
husband on the spot.

  There was a 15 minute wait for a table, so I pulled my husband
to the bar.  While I sat on one of the stools with my ass
completely exposed, the braver men felt me.

  I leaned closer to my husband.  "Curtiss."

  "What?" he whispered back.

  "See the man next to me?"

  "Yeah.  What about him?"

  "He's feeling of my naked ass, Darling."

  "You're teasing me."

  "Are you feeling my ass?"

  "No."

  "Then I'm not teasing you.  MMmmmmmm... He's got his fingers
between my ass cheeks, Honey.  He's got me squirming against his
fingers."

  "Oh god... oh god... that's so fucking hot.  Do you want to
leave?"

  "Leave?  Hell no.  I want to come."

  "Oh god... Oh god!"

  "Oh my!!"

  "What?" Curtiss asked, his voice an excited hoarse hiss now.

  "He's got two hands on my ass now... one on each cheek."

  "Oh my god!"

  "Another man is to my left now, Honey.  He and the man seated
to my left are both feeling my naked ass now.  The first guy has
his fingers under my thong.  His fingers are almost to my
asshole."

  "Another man is to my right now, Honey.  He and the man seated
to my right are both feeling my naked ass now.  The first guy has
his fingers under my thong.  His fingers are almost to my
asshole."

  "Should we leave?"

  "Don't you like this?  Isn't this what you fantasized about
when you had me dress totally slutty?"

  "Yesss... oh god yess, but I'm afraid you'll be furious."

  "Furious?  Because men are feeling me up?  That won't make me
furious, Darling... that's going to make your slutty wife horny
and hot.  Oohhhh Baby!"

  "What are they doing now?"

  "They're both inside my panties, Honey.  One them has his
fingers almost on my asshole... aaaahhh... he wants to touch
it... put his fingers in me!  Should I move back on the bar stool
so he can?"

  Just at that moment, the Maitre'D came over and said, "Your
table is ready.  Follow me."

  When I got up, I pulled away from the two men, but I did look
at them, smile, and wink.  Looking down, I saw they were both
hard but not as hard as my depraved, randy husband who had to
walk through the club with his cock rock hard.

  All through dinner, Curtiss played with my legs and rubbed my
pussy through the thong.  I kept my legs open to give him room
even though it meant several men had a great view of my thighs
and of my husband rubbing my cunt.

  "Several men are watching you rubbing my cunt, Honey.  I think
they all want a turn."  Once more, I heard my husband moan with
excitement at the thought.

  Halfway through dinner, Curtiss finally asked me what I knew
was on his mind.  "Has Conrad made any passes at you since you've
been working as his secretary?"

  "No.  He's a perfect gentleman, Darling.  He advertised for a
secretary, not a mistress."

  "Do you ever tease him?"

  "No.  I'm alone with him in the house.  If I tease him, Honey,
your wife would very quickly end up with a big hard cock up her
cunt.  Conrad is a virile, handsome guy.  Now it's my turn to ask
you some questions.  Ok?"

  "Sure.  What?"

  "You've been hard all evening thinking about other men seeing
my tits and naked ass.  Back at the bar, you almost came in your
pants when those two guys were feeling me up.  You know that guy
at the table across from us is staring at my panties and your
hand rubbing me, and that's keeping you hard as stone.  Now, you
want to know if Conrad is making passes at me.  Would you like it
... would it excite you if he fucked me?"

  "Yeah... it would.  I don't understand why it would, but ever
since you started working as his secretary in his home, alone
with him, I have spent every single day thinking about whether
he's fucking you."

  "Do those thoughts bother you or get you hard and hot?"

  "They get me hard... so damn hard!  I know that's crazy but
they do."

  "What's crazy about it?  A lot of men get excited at the
thought of their wife fucking another man.  There have to be a 
thousands of stories on the internet about that.  Chat rooms are
filled with guys who wish their wife would fuck another guy but
won't."

  "Would you do it?"

  "Are you asking me to do it?"

  "Oh god... oh god!"

  After dinner, Curtiss took me out on the dance floor to dance.
I clung to him mashing my tits into his chest while he thrust his
hard erection against my belly.  His hands covered my naked ass.
We hardly danced... we just moved a little to the music as Curtis
essentially dry fucked me on the dance floor.

  "Sweetie," I hissed in his ear.

  "Yeah?"

  "Every time a guy is near us, he feels me."

  "Oh god... oh god!"

  "You've said that about 10 times already tonight, Honey."

  "I know.  I can't help it.  Let's go back to our table."

  "Whatever you say, Darling, but if we go back to our table, it
won't be long until one of them asks me to dance so they can feel
me... probably finger fuck me.  Should I say yes or no?  I need
to know before they ask.

  As we sat down at our table again, he asked "You really think a
guy would finger fuck you right on the dance floor?"

  "Curtiss, I'm wearing a dress that shows my entire ass.  The
men had their hands all over me while we were at the bar.  They
were trying to finger my ass or pussy with you sitting right
there.  What do you think will happen if I dance with someone?"

  "Oh fuck!"

  At least that was a change from "Oh god!"  "You're hard as iron
thinking about it, aren't you?"

  Curtiss just groaned.  He still hadn't answered when a guy in
his late twenties approached, grinned, and said "I've been
watching you all evening.  Would you like to dance?"  He was
confident, dark-haired, muscular, and handsome in a rugged sort
of way.  I looked at my husband.  "Do you want to head home,
Honey, or should I dance with this nice man?"

  "If you'd like to dance a little more, I can wait."

  I gave my husband a penetrating stare.  "Are you sure?"

  "Yeah... go ahead.  Just don't be too long."

  As my young partner pulled me close on the dance floor, he
said, "Hi.  I'm Eric."

  "Hi, Eric.  I'm Diane."

  I felt Eric's hands on my naked ass before we had even taken a
single dance step.  "You're the hottest looking woman I've ever
seen in this club.  That dress you're wearing has every man here
hard and hot."

  "How about you?  Does it have you hard and hot?"  For an
answer, Eric pressed my pelvis against his rigid erection and
ground it into my mound.  His hands worked my ass.  In just
moments, he had his fingers exploring between my ass cheeks.  One
of his hands moved around between our bodies to the front... the
other stayed on my ass.

  As he moved us into one of the darker corners of the dance
floor, the tip of his finger rotated against the opening to my
pussy.  I groaned when he entered me.  A short time later, Eric
led me out of the dance area toward one of the private rooms in
the back with one of his fingers inside my ass.

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

  It was thirty minutes before I got back to our table where
Curtiss was waiting for me.  "Are you ready to go," I asked.

  "Yeah.  Where have you been?  What happened?"

  "Dancing, Darling.  You heard the man ask me to dance.  I got
back as quickly as I could.  Let's go before someone else gets me
out on the dance floor."

  On the way home, I unzipped my husband's pants, pulled out his
absolutely rigid cock, and took him inside my mouth.

  "Oh, yes!  I love it... I love it!" Curtiss moaned as his cock
throbbed wildly inside my mouth.  Carefully, I sucked him.  Each
time his dick began to swell and throb, I backed off and just
licked him until he came back from the edge.  He was still hard
as stone, but on longer about to shoot off.  Again, I took his
swollen shaft inside my mouth and sucked him, letting her thrust
upward and fuck my mouth, but stopping before he could cum.  By
the time we pulled into our driveway, Curtiss was begging me to
let him cum.

  Once we were inside our house, I literally pulled my husband
into the bedroom.  Frantically, we tore at each other's clothing.
 Curtiss had the easier job since I was wearing very little.  To
even the playing field, I concentrated on his pants, jockey
briefs, shoes, and socks.  That got every thing I primarily
wanted out in the open.  I let him worry about his shirt.

  "Get on the bed on your back, Stud.  You hot slut wife is going
suck the load out of your balls and then ride you."

  As soon as Curtiss was on his back, his cock sticking straight
up, hard and quivering with the need to cum, I knelt over him and
took his dick back into my mouth, but this time there was no
teasing.  I sucked all of him, locking my lips about the base of
his organ and sucking it hard.  Two inches of his seven-inch rod
was in my throat.  The intense suction caused his rod to swell
and throb right to the bursting point.

  "OOHHH Please... don't stop... don't stop... please!"

  I couldn't answer my husband's wild pleas, but I had no
intention of stopping.  Cupping his balls, I pulled his hand to
my hanging tits and sucked even harder.

  "OOHHHH FUCK!!! HERE IT COMES!  UUGHH!  UUGGHH!  UUNNGGHH! I'M
CUMMING... AAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

  Curtiss wasn't kidding when he said he was cumming.  The huge
load blew into my mouth and throat like Old Faithful erupting...
huge streams of cum shot out with force.  It was so erotic, I
couldn't keep my hand off my clit.  As he pumped in several thick
jets of semen, my clitoris erupted in a hard orgasm to match that
of my groaning husband.

  When I finally pulled off his rod, I opened my mouth and let a
thick wad run down my lips and chin.  When Curtiss saw me doing
that, he moaned, "Oohhh god... you look so damn erotic... 
fantastic!"

  When I had started sucking, my plan was to make him cum and
then  continue sucking until I got him hard again.  I was
delighted to see that the second part of my plan was unnecessary.
 Curtiss was still rock hard!  I quickly straddled his hips, took
hold of his still throbbing dick, and put it into my cunt.

  When I drove my hips downward engulfing his shaft with my
vagina, we both groaned with the delicious sensation of his cock
stretching open my pussy and sinking into to me all the way to
his balls.  When I had all of his dick inside me, I squeezed him
with my vaginal muscles... milking him.

  "Oh, Diane.  That's fabulous.  Why haven't we been fucking like
this all the time?  That's feel incredible!"

  "Neither of us have been hot enough for each other, Honey, but
I think that's going to change.  You like the way I squeeze your
cock with my cunt, Baby?  Want me to make you cum like this?"

  "I'd love it, and I definitely want to try that, but right now,
I'm so damn hot for you, I've got to fuck your cunt, Honey."

  "That's what a woman's cunt is for, Lover.  Fuck it!  Hard. 
Ram me, Stud.  Fuck Me and Cum in Me!" I hissed as hot stabs of
pleasure invaded my throbbing cunt and clitoris.

  Curtiss fucked me like wild stallion hammering an in-heat
mare... which is what I was... a hot, in-heat female taking a
rampant hard cock from a wild stud.  Again and again, his rigid
sex spike nailed my throbbing channel.  I came hard and Curtiss
felt me throbbing around his shaft.

  "You hot bitch... I can feel you cumming!"

  "Ugh! Ugh!  Ugh!  AAAahhhh... shut up and fuck me harder!  Make
me cum again!"

  "Turn around, Slut.  Ride me reverse cowgirl.  I'm going blow a
huge load up your pussy."

  I hated getting off of my husband's rock hard dick it felt so
good throbbing against my cervix, but I did.  However, as soon as
I had turned around and straddled his hips, I quickly fitted his
cock back into my pussy and sank down on it.  Once he took hold
of my tits and began to jack hammer his prick in and out of my
cunt, I was glad I had followed his orders.  That big, ramming
shaft had me cumming again within a dozen strokes.

  Curtiss was right behind me with his orgasm.  He pulled me down
hard, drove his exploding cock to the bottom of my hole, and held
it there as he ejaculated repeatedly into my waiting vagina. 
Every time his dick throbbed and spurted, more cum squirted out
between the lips of my pussy and his cock.  Curtiss had me fully
plugged with his shaft but not tightly enough to contain the
massive load he shot into me.

  We lay together gasping for breath, his cock still inside my
pulsing vagina.  Curtiss covered both of my breasts with his
hands and hissed, "Now tell me what happened when that guy at the
club took you out on the dance floor."

  "Mmmmm... are you sure you want to know, Honey?"

  "Tell me, you hot Slut!"

  "He pulled me really close to his body as soon as we started
dancing.  With that dress I was wearing, his hands were all over
my ass... feeling me... his fingers pushing between my ass
cheeks."

  "Ooohhh jezzz!"

  "Eric was grinding his cock against my mound continuously. Did
you see all that?"

  "Yeah... I saw him doing that, but then the two of you moved
away and I lost sight of you.  I didn't see you again until you
came back to the table about a half hour later."

  "That's because Eric got me off into a dark corner of club so
you couldn't see what was happening.  He moved back a little so
he could get his hand on my pussy and clit.  I was backed up
against a wall and couldn't get away when he pushed two fingers
in your wife's pussy, Honey.  Then he started rubbing my clit.  I
was so hot I was just helpless."

  "Did he make you cum?"

  "He could have, but he didn't want me to cum on his fingers."

  "Why?"

  "He wanted me to cum on his cock."

  "He fucked you right there in the club?"

  "No.  We might have gotten arrested.  He took me to one of the
private rooms in the back of the club.  Once we were inside the
room with the door locked, I got on my knees on a couch with my
ass up.  Eric fucked your wife doggie style, Honey."

  "OH GAWD!  OH FUCK!"

  My husband's cock was fully erect and iron-hard again even
though he had just put two huge loads of cum into me about 20
minutes ago.

  "I've got to fuck you again... NOW!"  Before I could do or say
anything, Curtiss pulled me back on top of his body with my back
against his chest, shoved my legs apart, rammed his cock back
into my cunt, and started fucking me hard and fast.

  "Put it in my ass this time, Lover.  Ass fuck your hot wife."

  "Really?  You don't mind?"

  "Mind?  I want your cock in my ass, Curtiss!"  I lifted off my
pussy off his cock and growled, "Stick it in my ass, Baby!"

  He centered the head against my opening and worked it into me.
I relaxed and three inches of dick sank into my ass.  After that,
he drove the rest of his shaft into me and started ramming me
hard and fast.

  "Oh god... you're fucking me like a whore, Lover.  Ram it to
me, Baby.  Hard... deep.  AAAahhhhh... that feels so damn good. 
Work my clit while you screw me, Honey."

  His arms moved around my hips, and a moment later, his fingers
were all over my throbbing, erect clitoris.  I humped on him as
he drove himself deep inside my ass on every stroke.

  "Let me face you, Lover, so I can really pump my ass on your
big cock."

  "DO IT!  DO IT!"   Curtiss screamed.  I turned so that I was
facing him, lifted up, and Curtiss nailed his cock up my ass.  As
stretched as I was, it sank all the way into me easily.

  "I'M CUMMING, CURTIS... AAHHHHH... GOD... YOU'RE MAKING YOUR
WIFE CUM, BABY!  UUNNGGHH...OOHHHH YESSS.. FUCK IT... FUCK IT...
FUCK IT!"

  The hot stud wrapped his arms about my waist while my pussy was
still throbbing around his cock and literally picked me up.  He
held my legs wide apart with his arms behind my knees and fucked
me by simply lifting me and then dropping me on this iron-hard
sex spike.  Every time he dropped me, his cock impaled me like a
hot stake. I came again.

  Curtiss fucked me even harder when he felt my ass clamping down
on his shaft.  It was so hot and so erotic, there was no way he
could last long.  But that hot stud fucked me standing up for
five minutes before I felt his cock throbbing inside my ass. 
There wasn't much semen left in his balls but his cock throbbed
and pulsed as if there was.

  The stand-up fuck completely exhausted my husband.  We fell to
the bed and neither of us moved for at least 15 or 20 minutes. 
Finally, I pushed myself up on one arm.  "Are you awake, Honey? 
Or are you still in a fucked-out coma?"

  "I feel like I'm almost in a coma, but I'm awake.  Are you Ok?"

  "I'm more than Ok.  That was fantastic, but I need to ask you
something now that I know your balls are empty and you're
completely sated with sex.  "When I asked you at the club if you
wanted me to have sex with Conrad, you didn't answer me.  Do
you?"

  "Would you really do it?  Wear hot, sexy clothes... tease
him... get him to hit on you?"

  "If you want me to, yes."

  "What if he wants to fuck you?"

  "Then, your wife will be spreading her legs for him and almost
certainly more than once.  Is that what you want?"

  "Yes... oh hell YES!  How long do you think it will be before
he tries to fuck you?"

  "If you want me to do this, I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow
and start taking birth control pills so I'll be ready to take
Conrad's cock and his potent sperm up my cunt.  He hasn't had a
vasectomy like you've had."

  "So how long do you think?"

  "It depends on how I dress and what I do."

  "What if you dress and act hot?"

  "My guess is that you'll be getting sloppy seconds... or maybe
sloppy thirds Monday evening."

  "That's so damn hot!  Sloppy seconds... or thirds! AAAHHH
FUCK!"

  "Just remember, Hubby, if I bring home a pussy full of cum, I
expect you to clean very drop of it out."

  "You're so fucking sexy and hot, I can't believe it.  I've got
fuck you again... RIGHT NOW!"

  I couldn't believe it either... Curtiss had already fucked me
like a wild stallion and cum in my pussy or ass three times in
the last two hours, and his cock was hard again.  I didn't have
any time to think about it further.  My husband already had his
hips socked deep into my sex saddle with my legs pushed up and
back.  A moment later, he had his raging hard-on socked deep into
my cum-filled cunt fucking me like a bitch in heat.  I wrapped my
legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper into my excited
sex hole.

  "TAKE IT, YOU HOT-HOLED CUNT!" my husband screamed.

  I lifted my legs even higher and did what he had ordered.

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   Hot Hole Secretary:

  Curtiss was having a near impossible time trying to concentrate
on teaching his junior-level American history class.  Totally
unable to keep his thoughts sufficiently on the subject to
lecture, he had finally given up and assigned the class to write
a composition on the events leading up to the Revolutionary War.
As the students worked on their essays, Curtiss kept wondering
what was happening at Conrad's house.

  "That white blouse and black miniskirt Diane wore today would
get a ennuch hard," he thought.  "Half her tits were showing and
she wasn't wearing a bra.  The damn thing just barely covered her
ass.  She said she was wearing a thong.  I wonder if she was or
if her pussy was naked under that skirt.  In her 4-inch heels,
she looked hot and ready."

  One of the students had a question which Curtiss answered, but
as soon as he had done so, his thoughts were immediately back to
his wife.  "I wonder if Conrad has fucked her?  It's already 10
minutes after eleven... plenty of time for him to have fucked
Diane.  Maybe he's fucking her right at this moment while I'm
teaching a history class.  Maybe his cock's plunging in and out
of my wife's cunt right now."

  Curtiss' cock was so hard there was no way he could possibly
stand up in front of his class.  What the hell was he going to do
when the hour ended?  He felt his cell phone vibrating against
his hip.

  "Hello," he said softly into his phone.

  "You're in class right now aren't you, Honey?"

  "Yes.  Junior level American history.  What's happening?"

  "I'm in the bathroom getting ready.  Conrad's waiting for me in
his bedroom.  He's going to fuck me, Curtiss.  God... his cock is
big, Baby, and he's wild to stick it in your wife's cunt."

  "Ooohhhhhhhhhhh... so damn hot," he hissed, his voice a hoarse,
passionate whisper.  "Are you naked?"

  "Almost, but not quite.  I've still got on my black thong and
my heels.  Conrad likes his women to wear heels to bed when he
fucks them."

  "Ooohhhhhhhhhh... yes!  So do I.  I want you to wear them when
we're in bed."

  "Whatever you say, Honey."

  "Why do you still have your panties on?"

  "Because, Darling, Conrad wants to get my cunt naked by pulling
my panties down.  Doesn't it turn you on to pull a woman's
panties down and expose her hot, wet cunt?"

  "Yess... oh yes!"

  "It turns Conrad on too.  I've got to go, Darling.  Conrad's
dying to pull your wife's panties down and expose her cunt so he
can stick his big cock inside her.  I'll call you later.  Bye."

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

  "Come on you hot Studs, rub those big cocks all over me and let
me suck them," Diane hissed as Conrad plunged his raging erection
into her waiting mouth while she jacked off Mark and Paul was
busy sliding his throbbing shaft back and forth between Diane's
big tits.

  They all stood around her in a circle as she went from one cock
to the next, sucking each all the way into her throat.  Conrad
let her do all the work, but when it was Mark's turn in her
mouth, he held the back of her head and fucked her mouth and
throat as if he were already inside her cunt.

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  As soon as Class was over, Curtiss had hurried to the men's
room.  As the boys moved in and out of the restroom, Curtiss was
standing inside one of the stalls jacking off furiously.  He was
so hot, it took him less than a minute to shoot several streams
of semen into his handkerchief.

  Fortunately, he was off during his lunch hour and his 1 PM was
proctoring study hall, so he was essentially free for two hours.
As he toyed with his food in the teacher's lounge, his thoughts
kept returning to his wife.

  "Has he fucked my wife yet?  It's been over 30 minutes... more
than enough time.  She's got to have Conrad's load up her pussy
by this time.  It will probably take him an hour or so to recover
so she probably won't be fucked again until later this afternoon
or maybe once a day is all Conrad can manage.  I hope he can get
it up again so there will be two cum loads in her tonight."

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  The three studs had Curtiss' wife spread out on a table whose
height was perfect for using her mouth, tits, and cunt.  At the
moment Curtiss was toying with his food, Diane was sucking off
Paul while Conrad ate her cunt and Mark squeezed her tits and
rubbed his erection over her nipple.  Diane's vagina was already
full of both Conrad's and Paul's loads.  Mark was eagerly waiting
for his turn inside her cunt as he stroked his raging erection
over her hard nipple.

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  During the study hall, Curtiss figured that Diane was now back
at work while Conrad was recovering from having shot a huge cum
load into his wife.  He was playing a probability game with
himself trying to guess how long it would be before his wife's
pussy was again filled with Conrad's cock.  It was 1:30 PM.  His
best guess was around 3 PM or maybe 3:30 PM.

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  "OOHHHHH FUCK ME, MARK!  SCREW MY MARRIED PUSSY, BABY.  HARDER!
 I'M ALMOST THERE... AAAHHHHHHH... AAAHHHHHHHH... AAAHHHHHHHHH...
YESS... YESS... FINISH MEEEEEEEEEE!  NOW!!"

  Curtiss' wife was still spread out on the same table.  Conrad
and Paul held her legs high in the air and spread them wide to
give Mark plenty of room to drive his cock into her stretched,
cum-filled, and eager cunt, which was exactly what he was doing.
Diane's head was turned to one side to allow Conrad to mouth fuck
her at the same time as she jacked off Paul's hard dick.

  Curtiss' cock was beginning to get hard again at the same time
as Mark's erupting rod fired several thick streams of
sperm-filled cum into his wife's cunt.  Diane's vagina was
convulsing in hard, continuous spasms of pleasure around the
thick cock that was spewing its load against the opening of her
womb.  Conrad's organ was pumping all the way into her throat,
and, just as Curtiss was leaving the study hall, Conrad's dick
exploded its load straight down her throat and into her belly.

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  His 2 PM class had not yet begun when his cell vibrated again.

  "Hi, Honey.  Class started yet?"

  "Almost, but not yet.  Did he fuck you?"

  "Of course he fucked me, Honey.  I told you he was waiting for
me.  He did it to me missionary style.  Just before he shot off
inside me, he had my knees pressed against the bed just beside my
tits.  I was wide open, Honey, and he really rammed it to me.  I
didn't think he would ever stop cumming ... he just shot in gush
after gush."

  "OOohhh god!  Ooohhhh god!  Is he going to fuck you again?"

  "Maybe, but probably not.  I don't know if he can get it up
twice in one afternoon.  We'll see."

  "Are you dressed?"

  "Just in my dress, Honey.  No panties. And of course my heels.
So, I'm ready if he decides to screw your wife again.  I'll call
you if I have time before he starts fucking me.  Bye."

  Curtiss' cock was again iron hard and he now had to teach
another class.  He knew several of the girls in his 11 AM class
had seen his tented pants and realized that their teacher had a
hard on.  He couldn't let that happen again.

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  "Hurry up and shoot in her, Conrad," Paul urged.  "I can hardly
wait until she's riding my cock like she's riding yours."

  "I understand, Paul!  Her cunt's tight... mmmm... so damn
tight.  Squeeze my cock, Diane... squeeze it with that delicious
cunt of yours," Conrad ordered as he thrust his thick shaft
upward, driving it deep inside Diane's pussy.

  "OH FUCK YES! CONRAD.  Ram me like that... GGHHHAAAAAAAA... I
love being fucked by your thick cock, Lover. OOooohh...
OOooohhh... UUMMMmmmmmm."

  "Open your mouth, Diane," Mark hissed.  He was standing beside
Diane as she bounced up and down on Conrad's cock.  Mark's rod
was again hard as he pressed it against her lips.  "Open your
mouth, Dammit!" He commanded.  Instantly, Diane's mouth opened to
take the big cock all the way into her throat.  When Mark's balls
bounced against her chin, he groaned.

  "Don't stop, Diane.  Keep jacking me off," Paul pleaded.  He
was standing on the other side of Curtiss' wife thrusting his
dick in and out of her hand that was circled about his shaft. 
"NO... No.. stop... stop... I'm about to cum... slow down.  I
don't want you to make me cum... just keep me ready for your cunt
after Conrad finishes."

  "UUUMMPPFFF... UUPPMMFFFF," was all Diane could say with Mark's
big shaft stuck down her throat.  She manage to nod and slowed
her strokes so Paul would not shoot off until he was inside her
pussy.

  "Get ready, Diane," Conrad hissed, as he pumped his rod harder
and faster into her wet, squishing vagina.  "I'm gonna shoot it
in... almost there... almost..."  He pulled her ass down on his
cock as he slammed it hard against her cervix where he erupted.

  "YES! OH FUCK YES!  YOU'RE SHOOTING IT INTO MEEEE, BABY!  Pump
me!  Fuck me full of your big load, Lover... harder... I'm about
to cum too!"  Conrad was still ejaculating inside Curtiss' wife
when she convulsed in an intense climax of her own.

  When Conrad's fuck motions stopped, Paul screamed, "Get out of
her pussy, Conrad.  I'm about to cum, and I want to shoot the
load inside her cunt!"

  As soon as Conrad had pulled his dick out of Diane's pussy,
Paul sat down.  Throwing her leg over his thighs, she straddled
Paul, adjusted his cock head at the opening to her cunt, and
rammed herself down on the rigid shaft.  Both of them groaned at
the same time.

  At the same moment that Curtiss finished his 2 PM lecture and
discharged his students, Paul finished fucking Curtiss' wife and
discharged his sperm-filled semen inside her vagina.

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

  Curtiss had just finished his last class of the day and was
grading some homework papers when his cell phone vibrated again.

  "Hello."

  "Hi, Honey.  It's your loving wife again."

  "Are you done for the day?"

  "I'm done with work, but I'm not done yet.  Conrad is going to
fuck me again.  When he finishes, I'll get dressed and head home.
 I may be a little late.  Depends on how long it takes him to
shoot off in me."

  "Oh god... I can't wait to get you in bed and fuck you.  I'm so
damn hard and hot, I can't believe it.  Do you know how he's
going to give it to you this time?"

  "He's been talking about fucking my ass, Honey.  If he does,
you'll have sloppy seconds in both holes tonight."

  "Oh god!  Oh god!"

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

  Diane was howling as Mark's cock rammed up her cunt at the same
time as Paul's cock sank into her ass.  Her cheek bulged out with
Conrad's big shaft filled her mouth.  Her tits bounced and heaved
at the three men fucked her in unison.  Every time Mark drove his
rod up her pussy, Paul pulled his out of her ass while Conrad's
rod was sinking down her throat.

  Diane's cries of orgasm were muffled by Conrad's shaft, but the
sounds the two cocks were making inside her cum-filled pussy and
ass filled the room.

  When her vagina and ass began to convulse in hard spastic
contractions during her orgasms, neither Mark nor Paul could hold
their loads.  Thick streams of semen shot into her two sex holes
right in the midst of her orgasm.  As soon as the two exited her
holes, Conrad got Diane on her knees in one of the lounge chairs
and mounted the moaning female.  Pushing her knees further apart,
he nailed his iron-hard cock into her widely stretched cunt.

  Conrad fucked Curtiss' wife steadily until he could feel the
cum rising up from his balls.  "Ready for another load, Diane?" 
he asked.  Conrad was too close to wait for an answer.  He
grunted repeatedly as his dick exploded again and again inside
her waiting pussy.

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  That night, Curtiss used all of Diane's holes.  Of course, she
was wearing her heels the entire time he was fucking her.  After
ejaculating three times, once in her mouth, a second time in her
pussy, and the third time inside her ass, he collapsed from sheer
exhaustion.

  "I think the thought of Conrad fucking me got you hot, Lover. 
That was some screwing you just gave me."

  "I hope you liked it as much as I did."

  "I came three times... I think you could say I liked it,
Honey."

  "Is Conrad going to continue to fuck you?"

  "Wouldn't you?"

  "Yeah... every day."

  "Well, I think that's your answer.  Oh!  I forgot to tell you."

  "What?"

  "Conrad and Paul are starting a book signing tour next week. 
It lasts from Monday through Friday.  Conrad wants me to
accompany them.  We'll be leaving on Sunday afternoon and will
get back the following Friday night, late.  Do you want me to go
or not?"

  "Why does Conrad need his secretary along on a book signing
public relations tour?"

  "I don't think that he needs my secretarial services, Honey. 
I'm pretty certain he's more interested in having your wife's
pussy available for the week he's gone."

  "Would you be staying in his room... sleeping with him?"

  "I think I'll have my own room for the sake of appearances, but
I'm certain I'll be in his room most of the night or all of it."

  "I hate not having you with me for a whole week, but the
thought really turns me on.  I don't know."

  "Just think how much fun we'll have in bed when I return,
Honey.  All the stories of what I did during the week will keep
you hard 24/7 for weeks."

  "Oh god yes!  I'm sure they will.  But what about his editor,
Paul Marshall.  How does he fit into all of this?"

  "He just organizes the tour, Curtiss, and pays the expenses."

  "Do you think he'll hit on you?"

  "It's unlikely."

  "Wouldn't you like to have two guys at the same time?"

  "I don't know.  I haven't thought about it, but is sort of sexy
and hot.  So... should I go or not?  Your hard cock says 'go'. 
What does your big head say?"

  "It says 'go' too.  Oh, by the way, I have some great news that
I forgot to tell you because I was so hot to fuck you."

  "What is it?  Tell me, Honey."

  Mark called me into his office right after I got to work this
morning and told me that he was promoting me to Associate
Principal of the high school.  That will mean a big raise in pay
and a welcome change to my routine, but I'll probably have to
work longer hours... at least for awhile.  I was amazed.  I had
no idea that Mark was even considering me."

  "Mark?  Do I know him?  I think I've met him, but I don't
really remember."

  "He's the school's Principal.  You met him a school picnic two
years ago.  But I think that was the only time."

  "What's Mark's last name, Honey?"

  "Garrison... Mark Garrison.  I still have no idea what I did to
get the promotion, but I'm not about to object," my husband
laughed.  I laughed right along with him, but not for the same
reason he was laughing.

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