Slave

  by RLM

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Knight's Club

  Meghan was having difficulty driving... staying on the road. 
Although the speed limit was 65 mph, she dared not drive at that
speed.  The minimum speed was 40, but the car's speedometer held
steady at 37 mph.  Even at that speed, she was nervous that she
might crash into the ditch or swerve into the oncoming lane to
die in a head-on crash.

  The vibrations of the insert seemed to be increasing.  She
slowed the car's speed to 35 as she struggled, almost hopelessly,
to concentrate on the car and the road.  She knew the back of her
dress must be soaked by this time.  She had been keenly aware of
the hot secretions gushing forth for the last 15 minutes.  If she
had just been allowed to wear panties, it wouldn't be so bad, but
with her pussy bare, only her dress protected the seats of the
car from her excitement.

  The stoplight forced Meghan to bring her car to a stop.  It was
a mixed blessing.  She no longer had to control the vehicle, but
with nothing else to occupy her mind, her full attention turned
to the insert... to the slowly, ever increasing vibrations
surging up and down the length of her excited vagina.  It was
impossible to sit still.  Her body squirmed and undulated.  With
each undulation, her tight top moved back and forth over her
swollen, sensitive nipples.  With no bra, there was nothing to
protect them, and now, after over 30 minutes of slow, tantalizing
stimulation, they made half-inch indentations in her top. 
Involuntarily, her hand brushed over their surfaces.  The
contraction of her sex between her thighs was immediate.  Just as
the light turned green, another copious flow poured from her
excited loins.

  Her cell phone rang.

  "Yes?" she said in response.

  "You're late."

  "I'm sorry, Desmond.  I'm on my way.  But with the insert, I'm
having to drive slowly to stay on the road.  Please.  If you turn
it off, I can be there sooner."

  "Pull your top down.  Where are you now?"

  "I just left the light at the corner of 110th and Magnolia
street."

  "Good.  Be here in 14 minutes.  No more.  Your top is down?"

  "Yes."

  "Completely?"

  "Yes, but if a police car passes me, I may be arrested."

  "If you are, don't worry.  I'll bail you out."

  The phone went dead, and, at the same time, the insert
increased significantly in intensity.  My hips arched off the car
seat.  My moans filled the interior of the car.  Suddenly, the
vibrations eased enough for me to lower my ass onto the car seat
again.

  The blaring horn of the semi finally got my attention.  Turning
in its direction, I saw the truck driver staring at my exposed
breasts.  He was licking his lips and giving me a thumbs up sign.
 I knew I wasn't permitted to cover my breasts.  I had no choice
but to continue to drive along beside the truck as the man took
in every curve of my tits.

  The cell rang again.

  "Where are you now?"

  "About two miles away.  I will be there on time, Desmond.  I
promise."

  "Good.  Is anyone enjoying the view?"

  "There's a semi driving beside me.  The driver is enjoying my
exposed tits."

  "Excellent.  They are completely out as I directed aren't
they?"

  "Yes."

  "I knew they would be.  You always do as instructed.  Lift your
ass, Meghan, and remove your skirt."

  "I'm not wearing any panties."

  "I know.  I instructed you not to wear any.  Have you removed
your skirt?"

  "No... not yet, I'm working on it... It's hard to get it off
with only one hand.  The truck driver is licking his lips.  He
thinks I'm taking it off so he can see me."

  "See you?"

  "See my pussy."

  "You are taking it off for him, but not so he can see your
pussy, Meghan."

  "It's off now, Desmond.  The driver can see my pussy now.  He's
staring at it.

  "No he isn't.  You're mistaken, Meghan."

  "But I can see him.  His eyes are right on my pussy."

  "I'm sure they are, but he's not staring at your pussy, is he?"

  Realization of Desmond's meaning swept over me.  "Is he?" the
voice on the phone repeated.

  "No.  He's not staring at my pussy, Desmond.  He's staring at
my cunt."

  "I know he is.  Any man would be.  I also know that you want
him to see your cunt, don't you?"

  "Yessssss!" I heard myself hiss into the phone.

  "Keep your legs open for the rest of the drive and remove your
top completely.  The gate keeper will have the gate open for you
when you arrive.  He is to be rewarded by the sight of your naked
body, Meghan.  Understand?"

  "Yes, Desmond.  I'm to be naked when I drive through the gate."

  "Excellent.  After you get out of the car, you will put your
top and skirt back on before entering the club."

  "My skirt is soaked with my secretions, Desmond.  Please," I
pleaded.

  "I will meet you in the entryway and provide you with another
outfit.  You can change in the ladies room, Meghan."

  "Oh, thank you, Desmond.  I won't be late."

  "You have six minutes left."  The phone again went dead and
once more the insert exploded inside my vagina forcing my hips up
off the seat so the truck driver could see my gaping, now
contracting, cunt slit.  He also saw the juices spurting out as
the orgasm engulfed me."

  I was certain that the driver was masturbating when he saw me
struggling to get my top off.  For the last two minutes before I
turned into the private drive leading to the Knight's Club, I was
completely naked.  The semi's horn honked.  I cupped my tits for
him.  It honked again, and I spread my legs wider.  The horn
sounded a third time, and I raised my hips off the seat, keeping
my legs open.  My body was still shuddering as I turned into the
private drive to the sound of repeated horn blasts from the semi.


  When I reached the security gate, it was open but I knew I was
required to stop.  When I did, the middle-aged guard stepped to
the side of my car and gazed at my naked tits.  I turned red, but
at the same time, I could feel my pussy throbbing.  It throbbed
harder when his eyes moved downward to my crotch.

  The guard didn't need any identification.  He had seen my naked
body several times in the past.

  "Show it to me," he ordered.

  "What?"

  "You know what.  Your cunt.  Show it to me."

  I was close to another orgasm, both from the steady vibrations
of the insert and to the erotic thrill of having the guard
inspecting my naked body.  "I'm spread as wide as I can in this
car seat," I protested.

  The guard was ready for my excuse.  "Put the seat all the way
back.  That will give you plenty of room to spread wide and show
it to me."

  The throbbing between my legs increased still further even
though the vibrations of the insert remained the same.  Pressing
the seat-adjust control, the entire seat moved back and then the
back of my chair lowered until I was nearly lying flat on my
back.

  "Hurry up, Mrs. Burditt," the guard admonished.  "Mr. McShatko
is waiting and so am I."

  I quickly raised both legs high and moved my fingers to my
clitoris.  The guard pushed his head through the open window of
the car and leaned close.  I knew he could smell the musky aroma
of my excited, pulsing cunt.

  His fingers moved to my pussy pushing my fingers aside.  For a
half minute or so, he caressed my erect and dancing clitoris.  My
hips arched high in response... a deep moan escaping my lips in
response to the hot contractions of my clit.  With my hole arched
high, his two of his fingers slipped easily into the soaked
interior of my vagina, found my G-spot, and worked over its
surface while other fingers stroked my engorged clitoris.

  "OOohhhhhhhhhh... god... I'm cumming... aahhhhh... uughgghhh..
cumming!"

  My vagina contracted about his fingers while my clit danced
wildly in and out of its protective hood.  My feet were jerking
in the air as the guard masterfully worked my pussy until he felt
my orgasm subsiding.

  "Thank you, Mrs. Burditt.  I've used up all the time Mr.
McShatko allotted me.  You'd best hurry.  He will be waiting for
you in the entryway."

  After quickly parking my car, I stepped outside completely
naked and pulled my top over my head and stepped into my skirt. 
Fortunately, Desmond had turned the insert's vibrations to low...
just enough to keep me in heat as I entered the club.

  True to his word, Desmond met me in the entry way.  Right there
in the foyer, he pulled me close and kissed me deeply as his hand
explored beneath my short skirt.

  "You were certainly not exaggerating about the condition of
your skirt and pussy.  It feels like a swamp between your
thighs."  His fingers slowly explored the length of my vaginal
crease and softly rubbed my clitoris.  My hips began to hunch
uncontrollably.

  "Someone will see us," I protested.

  "They've seen me playing with you before, Meghan.  This is the
Knight's Club.  It's expected.  Here is your outfit for tonight.
Get dressed, Meghan."

  I retreated to the ladies room carrying a clothing box with the
logo of Victoria's Secret on the outside."

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Three Months Earlier:

  I was just finishing the final touches on the dinner when Cecil
arrived home from work.  He gave me a perfunctory kiss on the
cheek and, seeing that dinner was almost ready, began setting the
table.  I liked the fact that he did that without my asking, but
I would have preferred a more enthusiastic, sensuous kiss.  I
also wouldn't have minded a bit if my husband had decided to bend
me over the kitchen counter to use my pussy before dinner.  The
food would stay warm, but I might not.

  Unfortunately for my eager pussy, my husband had business
matters on his mind, not sex.  While we were eating dinner, he
told me about it.

  "Do you know who Desmond McShatko is?" my husband asked me.

  "Seems like I've read that name in the newspapers but I really
don't know who he is."

  "I'm not surprised that you may have read about him.  He's
probably the foremost stock analyst and successful, independent
investor in the country.  His private fortune is reputed to be
around two billion dollars."

  "Wow!  I think you could safely say that he knows what he's
doing when he invests in the market."

  "Precisely!  Most of these guys are just talking heads... they
pretend to know, but don't.  If they really knew, they'd be worth
billions.  McShatko is worth billions.  He knows."

  "That is interesting," I commented.  "How old is he?"

  "Not sure.  From his photographs, I'd say mid-30s."

  "Mid-30's!?"  I was both shocked and amazed.  "He's made two
billion dollars and he's only mid-30's.  That's really
incredible.  What does he look like?"

  "What?" Cecil asked, puzzled by my question.  I repeated it for
his male brain.

  "What does he look like?"

  "I don't know.  Dark hair, beard... two arms, two legs... why?"

  If I had just told my husband about a 33-year old woman who had
made two billion dollars investing in the stock market, his first
question would have been "What does she look like?"  But when I
asked the same question about a man, it seemed irrelevant to him.
 But I ignored all that and simply asked another question:

  "What about McShatko?  Or did you bring it up just as something
interesting?"

  "Oh no.  Not at all.  McShatko is starting a two-month series
of lectures about how to make money by investing in the market. 
It starts tonight at 8 PM.  We haven't been doing great in our
investments.  I thought we might attend.  Are you up for it?"

  "How much does it cost?"

  "That's the amazing thing... it's free.  My corporation asked
him to do it as a fringe benefit for all the employees; they're
paying his usual fee.  So it won't be overly crowded.  Only the
junior executives and up are invited."

  "Let's go.  I'd love to hear what a 30+ year old man has to say
about making two billion dollars."

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  In order to make it on time, Cecil said he would wash up the
dinner dishes while I changed.  I was just pulling my dress over
my head when he came into our bedroom and asked if I was ready to
go.

  "I'm ready, Darling.  Very, very ready, if you know what I
mean.  Are you sure you want to go hear a lecture rather than
take your wife to bed and fuck her hot pussy?"

  "Let's go the lecture first.  I'll take care of your hot pussy
later this evening."

  "Ok, but remember, pussy doesn't always stay hot.  It may have
cooled off before we get home."

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  When we entered the auditorium where the lecture was being
held, Cecil's boss, Mr. Homer Cavin, introduced Cecil and I to
Desmond McShatko.  Even while McShatko was shaking my husband's
hand, his eyes never left mine.  His appearance just took my
breath away.

  Desmond was a woman's wet dream of a man.  His dark van dyke
and mustache gave him a devilish, incredibly virile and masculine
appearance.  His rugged face and dark, penetrating eyes sent
shivers up and down my spine.  As he gazed into my eyes, I was
mesmerized, almost hypnotized.  Although partially concealed by
his suit, I could easily tell that his body was muscular,
powerful, masculine.  There was no flab, no fat, no softness to
him... just rippling muscles and male power.  If that wasn't
enough, this incredible man was worth two billion dollars.

  Our eyes locked together for several moments before he slowly
lowered his eyes to take in my exposed cleavage and thrusting
breasts.  I felt myself pulling my shoulders back to allow him to
see their size.  After scanning my breasts, his eyes dropped
further down my body taking in my narrow waist, thrusting ass,
and then down to portions of my thighs exposed by my short skirt
and from there down my legs.  I felt like he could see right
through my clothes.  He was going to fuck me... I could feel
it... I knew it!

  Finally, when his eyes returned to mine, I could see the
approval and the hot, dark desire in them.  He took my hand in
his, almost caressing it, his deep, sensuous voice said, "I'm
delighted to meet you, Meghan.  I hope you enjoy the lecture and
that it leads to wonderful things."

  My vagina was throbbing... actually throbbing under this man's
scrutiny.  My husband was totally oblivious of what was happening
right under his nose... as was his boss.  Men always are when it
comes to their wives.  Cecil had no clue that Desmond McShatko
had just told his wife that he wanted to fuck her... no more than
that... he had just told his wife that he was going to fuck her.
He also had no idea that his wife's pussy was throbbing with
excitement.

  The lecture itself was amazing.  Most such lectures are just
general principles of investing that are really useless in the
selection of stocks.  Not McShatko's lecture.  He spent the first
30 minutes outlining the level of study required to reach
intelligent decisions and what factors were important to examine
during the study.  The last 15 minutes contained his recommended
stock actions for the day.

  "I will tell you," he said, "what stocks I purchased today,
which ones I sold and why, and which ones I shorted.  Then, I
will do the same for the commodities market, which is much more
volatile and dangerous.  Enter at your own risk."

  As he spoke his eyes never left mine except for occasional
ventures to my breasts which were now more exposed because of my
last trip to the ladies room when I had pulled the bodice of my
dress down even further to expose more cleavage.

  As he was giving his commodities recommendations, Desmond's
eyes moved to my legs.  The intensity of his stare made me want
to open my legs.  I could feel the fluids seeping from my excited
pussy.  Right at the end, he moved to the front of the stage and,
as he delivered his concluding remarks, his eyes seem to
penetrate between my thighs.  I couldn't resist... I doubted that
any woman in her sexual prime could have.  I opened my legs
enough to allow McShatko to see my panties.

  Throughout the drive home, I had sat beside my husband naked
except for my panties and heels.  I had my heels up on the
passanger side seat with my hand under my panties masturbating
furiously.

  "Can't you wait until you get home," my husband complained.

  "Noooo... too hot... aaahhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned as my vagina
erupted in another climax.  "I asked you to fuck me before we
left remember.  Now I can't wait any longer."

  As soon as the car was parked, I was running to our bedroom. 
By the time my husband entered, I was lying on the bed with a
pillow beneath my ass, my legs gaping open, and my hand strumming
my engorged silt.

  "Ooohhhh god... hurry, Darling.  Fuck me!"

  He did.  Twice.  Even as he was firing his load into my
convulsing cunt, I was imagining that it was Desmond ramming me
like a hot stallion.

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  The next week, Cecil followed everyone of Desmond's
recommendations, and by the time of the next lecture, we had
realized a 19% profit on our investments in just one week.  It
was phenomenal.  Cecil was ecstatic.

  The next lecture was a repeat performance of the first one. 
There were only two differences.  First, the stock and
commodities recommendations were very different.  We were to sell
two of the stocks we had purchased which had risen by over 24%,
cover one short sale on which we had realized a 12% profit, and
buy two other stocks.  No short sales were recommended.  We were
also to buy oil futures.

  The second difference was my outfit for the evening.  My
husband had given me a weird look when he saw what I was wearing.


  "Are you going to wear THAT?"  he asked, obviously stunned.

  "Don't you like it?  I think the other men will."

  "I'm sure they will!  I think the other wives will hate it."

  "Good.  Women love to dress so that other women will hate it
and be jealous.  Don't you know that, Darling?"

  We hadn't been in the lecture hall for more than a couple of
minutes before Desmond sought me out.

  "You look even more delectable tonight than last week, Meghan.
I hope that the exotic look is for my benefit."

  I blushed deep red and before I could answer, Desmond said,
"Good.  I love women who like the way they look and use it to
attract the men they fancy.  I have given this lecture tonight
dozens of times... only the stock recommendations change.  Keep
it interesting for me, Meghan.  Follow me."

  I followed him down a hallway.  He unlocked a door to an office
and pulled me inside.  Once there, his mouth was on mine, his
hand searching out my large breasts as his tongue entered my
mouth.  At first, I struggled, pushing at his chest, but not too
hard.

  Abruptly, he pulled back from me and gave me one crisp order:
"Stop fighting.  We don't have much time.  Take your breasts out.
 I want to see them!"  He punctuated his command with a sharp
swat on my ass.  Moist flowed from my excited vagina as I yanked
down the top of my dress to release both tits.

  "Magnificent!  Absolutely magnificent!"  My cunt began to throb
as he said it.

  He pulled me back into his arms and again covered my mouth with
his, our tongues dueling with each other.  One powerful arm held
me tightly against his body while the other caressed and explored
my exposed tits.  His masculine grunts of pleasure mixed with my
excited female moans.  He pinched and twisted my nipple causing
me to groan in pain and pleasure at the same time.

  I forced my pelvis against him.  He responded with a grinding
motion of his hard phallus against my mound.  Then, just as
suddenly as he taken possession of my mouth, he stopped, stepped
away, adjusted his clothes and replaced my tits inside my dress.

  "The time for the lecture is here.  We have to go.  What time
does your husband leave for work in the morning?"

  "Why?" I asked like a silly high school girl.

  His rakish smile curled his lips.  "So I will know when I
should arrive to fuck you, Meghan.  When?"

  "He leaves at 7:30 AM," I said softly.

  "Good.  I'll call you in advance so you can be ready."

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  As Desmond lectured, I leaned back in my chair and crossed my
legs high so that most of my thighs were exposed to him.  He was
the only one who saw since everyone else was watching him while
he was visually enjoying my body.

  As he gave the stock and commodities recommendations, I sat
forward and opened my legs so that my panties were exposed.  I
could almost feel his eyes devouring me... probing beneath the
thin panties into the hot hole of my cunt.

  I practically raped Cecil when we got home.

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Sex Slave:

  The following week, Cecil followed every recommendation, and
again our holdings increased... this time by 20% during the week.
 My husband had visions of becoming a millionaire before the year
was out.

  I liked the money almost as much as my husband did, but what
was really exciting me more than the money was the anticipation
of Desmond's call.  Every morning after Cecil left for work, I
waited for the phone to ring.  Occasionally, it did ring, but it
was one of my female friends or a solicitation of some kind.

  Finally, on Wednesday, the day before the next weekly lecture,
my phone rang 10 minutes after my husband's car had pulled out of
our garage.  This time it was Desmond calling.

  "Your husband has left for work, Meghan.  I shall arrive at 9
AM.  Be ready.  Wear something to stimulate my interest."

  Even though I had been almost climbing the walls waiting for
Desmond to call me, I was offended by his air of confidence and
certainty that I would spread my legs for him.

  "I'm really too tired this morning, Desmond.  My husband was a
tiger in bed last night," I heard my mouth saying into the phone.

  "That is truly a shame.  It is far more exciting and wonderful
if both partners are enjoying the sex.  I shall be there in a
little over an hour.  As I said, Be Ready!"

  The phone went dead.  If my wildly contracting and gushing cunt
was any indication, I was more than ready right now!"

  At 9 AM sharp, I opened the front door and Desmond McShatko
entered.  His tight T-shirt emphasized his bulging, powerful pecs
and biceps.  There wasn't an ounce of fat on him.  Where some men
in their 30's have a small roll of flab about their middle,
Desmond had a band of powerful, well-developed abs.  His tight
slacks showed off his rippling thigh muscles, but most
importantly, it outlined his large, powerful phallus.  I was
already creaming, and he had not yet even touched me.

  Without a word, he pulled me close and kissed me hard as his
hand moved into the bodice of my dress and extracted both of my
tits.  At the same time, his other hand pulled the back of my
skirt up to my waist and then moved downward to my ass.  My hips
were already hunching against this sensuous stud.

  I felt his hand caressing my buttocks and sliding up and down
the crack of my ass.  The sensuous caress continued as my panting
grew deeper and louder with each stroke of his fingers. 
Abruptly, I felt Desmond's hand leaving my ass.  Bending his
knees, he lowered his body until his head was right at my tits. 
Hefting them in both hands, his face moved between my mounds and
from there onto my engorged nipples.  I tried to speak but all
that came out were excited hissing sounds.

  My pussy was throbbing wildly.  I wanted... no, I needed...
something... a hand... a cock... anything... pressed against it.
Reaching down, I grabbed the front of my skirt and yanked it up
around my waist.  Desmond's hand slipped inside my panties at the
same time as my hand searched out and found the huge shaft of his
cock.  Grasping it through his slacks, I slowly moved my hand up
and down its length.

  I felt his fingers between my legs pushing inside my panties
and into the hot cavern of my cunt.  The moan erupted from my
mouth:  "Ooohhhhh god, finger fuck me!"

  Frantically, I yanked open his belt buckle and tried to get his
slacks down.  Unable to manage it, I grabbed his cock again and
hissed, "Take off your pants.  I need to feel your naked cock."

  With a few smooth motions, Desmond removed his pants.  He wore
no shorts.  The mammoth cock stood almost straight up, thick,
throbbing, precum hanging from its engorged, purple head.  I
couldn't even begin to get my hand around it.  I shoved my mouth
over it, wondering it I could even stretch my mouth wide enough
to get it inside.

  As Desmond lowered his pants, I managed to get the head inside
my mouth.  As soon as it was in, he pulled my head down his huge
shaft until 4 or 5 inches was inside pushing at my throat.  I
began to gag.  He held my head in place and waited.  When my
gagging subsided, he pushed the head against my throat.  Again, I
gagged.  Desmond repeated the action several times until finally,
the head entered my throat.  I felt like I was choking.  He
ignored me and drove the remainder of his shaft into my mouth.  A
moment later, I was being face fucked.

  I thought he intended to cum in my mouth, but he pulled me to
my feet and carried me to the couch in the den where he rapidly
stripped off my blouse and yanked my short skirt up around my
waist.  Lowering my body onto the couch, he gave me a one-word
command: "SPREAD!"

  Yanking both legs into air, I waited for this sex master to
begin fucking me.  To my utter delight, he moved his head between
my gaping thighs, slipped my panties aside to bare my cunt, and
then pressed his mouth onto my already throbbing pussy.  As his
mouth moved over my clitoris, I felt it being pleasured by a
tongue.  Howls of female pleasure filled the house and probably
the neighborhood.

  "OOOHHHH... AAAHHHHHHHH  CUMMINGGGG!!  SUCK ME, DARLING... SUCK
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.... AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

  Each time my vagina contracted in a hard spasm, I spurted all
over Desmond's face and the couch.

  "OOohhhhh god damnnnn ... suck it... suck meeeeeeeeeee!!"

  Each time another spasm erupted inside my hole, my hands
squeezed and twisted my tits and nipples.  Desmond wouldn't let
up.  Finally, I was begging him to stop.  My hands desperately
tried to push his face away from my ultra-sensitive, throbbing
pussy, but he was too strong, too much in control.  His lips
continued to suck my engorged and trembling clit as his fingers
explored inside my throbbing hole where they moved knowingly over
my G-spot, driving me to a series of orgasms.  I could feel my
asshole opening and closing right along with my vagina.

  After a half dozen or more climaxes, I collapsed to the couch
no longer able to lift my body.  Even though I couldn't lift my
body, the sensuous stroking of my exploding sex organs continued.
 Juices bubbled out of my hole as it contracted in hard spasms
causing air to whoosh out of my vagina.  Two fingers entered my
ass producing even more excited, loud shrieks.

  Finally, I my dazed state, I felt the tongue and fingers
leaving my pussy and ass, and Desmond's head pulling away.  When
I could get my eyes open, I saw that he had stripped.  His cock
was an eight-inch, rigid, iron bar standing nearly straight up,
thick and pulsing with lust for cunt... my cunt.

  "I'm going to fuck you now, Meghan... many, many times.  I will
not be using a condom... now or ever.  The loads will always go
into your body, usually into your cunt.  Lift your legs and
spread!"

  One leg rose to the back of the couch; the other spread out so
that my heel was on the floor.  Desmond moved into my sex saddle
on his knees, shoved my knees back until they were almost
touching my tits, and then pressed his cock against the length of
my sex slit.

  As he slid the thick organ up and down my sex trench just
inside my labia, I could feel the hot sexual secretions flowing
out and coating the huge shaft.  He moved it downward through the
well-greased lips of my pussy until the head was right at the
mouth of my quivering cunt.

  "Oohhh god!  Please!  I need it inside me... fucking me. 
Please... FUCK ME NOW!"

  Desmond entered me!  Slowly at first... then more rapidly.  The
huge shaft drove inward with the big swollen head spreading me
open as he filled my vagina with hot, thick cock.  When the head
socked firmly against my cervix, he held it there, flexing his
organ within my hole.

  "OOOhhh don't torture me... I can't stand it!  Move!  Fuck me.
Fuck my hot cunt!"

  As the big cylinder of man meat began to pump me... slowly at
first and then with increasing speed and force... I heard myself
screaming and shouting.  Later, I wondered if the neighbors had
heard and knew that I was being fucked.

  I came three more times before Desmond's cock exploded inside
my pussy firing gush after huge gush of sperm-filled semen up
against and into my womb.  He grunted loudly each time another
wad of cum fired into me.  It was like having a powerful fire
hose buried in my cunt, shooting in load after load. After
several thick jets had been pumped into me, my vagina was full. 
Each additional gush of male cum caused it to spurt forcefully
out of me and run down the cheeks of my upturned ass.

  For ten minutes or so, Desmond lay atop me, his rod still sunk
deeply inside my sex hole where it twitched and throbbed.  I felt
it beginning to harden again.

  "I don't believe it!" I said in awe.  "You're getting hard
again already."  Then, a minute or so later: "You're fucking
meeeeeeee!  You're fucking me again!"

  "Ass fucking time now, Meghan."  He withdrew his now fully hard
shaft from my cunt.

  "You're too big," I whined, nervous and afraid.  "I can't take
you in my ass.  You'll tear me apart... Please, don't," I begged.

  Desmond ignored me as he pushed my legs all the way back to my
tits to elevate my ass into fucking position.  Once it was, he
worked his fingers in and out of my ass thoroughly coating it
with the thick mixed juices of our orgasms.  When he had me
ready, I felt him press the big cock head against my ass and
gradually enter me.

  I first I resisted but no woman was going to keep this stud
out.  Relentlessly, the head stretched my sphincter until it
popped inside.  After that, the remaining seven inches were
pushed into me in one firm, authoritative stroke.

  I felt his balls bounce off my ass cheeks when he was fully
into me.  After that, Desmond fucked me hard and fast until he
was entering my ass just as easily as he had fucked my cunt.  I
was soon making as much noise as before, but this time it was a
single shouted word or grunt, one word/grunt each time the cock
pumped into me.

  "FUCK ... MY ... ASS! ... UUGGH! ... UUGGHH! ... MORE!  ...
HARDER! ... FASTER! ... ASS ... FUCK ... IT ... INTO ... ME!"

  I began to cum... an action that was repeated twice more before
his load filled my bowels.

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

  The next night at the lecture, McShatko ignored me, totally,
even though I had my legs open and a lot of cleavage showing. 
Cecil, as usual, was ecstatic over the stock recommendations.  By
the end of the third week, the value of our stock holdings had
increased by slightly more than $30,000.  With McShatko's help,
we were making more in the market than Cecil was making in his
job.

  On the negative side, I was now finding my husband to be an
uninspired, boring bed partner.  His foreplay was perfunctory. 
He had never gotten me off more than twice and usually it was
once or not at all.  During sex, I would usually cum, but rarely
twice and occasionally not at all.

  Now that McShatko had fucked me and shown me what a real man
can do in bed, I could muster little enthusiasm when Cecil wanted
sex.  I never turned him down, but it was more of a chore than
something I enjoyed and anticipated.

  Three days after Desmond had fucked me into near oblivion and
made me cum over 15 times, my husband and I were in bed,
screwing.  As usual, Cecil was mounted on me missionary position
thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy fast and hard until his
body stiffened as he ejaculated inside my vagina.

  He stayed on top of me for a minute or so before rolling onto
his back, his penis now lying flaccid against his soft belly.  I
waited for awhile to see if he wanted more.  When nothing
happened, I rolled onto my side, pressed my buttocks against his
hip and snuggled into the covers to go to sleep.

  Before I got to sleep, Cecil asked, "Did you cum?"

  "What?" I replied in a sleep-filled voice.

  "Did you cum?" he repeated.

  I didn't feel like lying.  "No.  Not this time.  Don't worry
about it.  Sometimes women don't have an orgasm during sex."

  "Did I do anything wrong?"

  "No, Darling.  You performed up to your usual standard."

  "Oh, Ok.  I was worried I did some thing wrong.  Are you
feeling Ok?"

  "I'm fine, Dear.  Just sleepy.  Let's go to sleep."

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

  The following night was a repeat of the previous evening. 
Cecil was pounding me hard.  Hard is not necessarily erotic and
sensuous... sometimes it is, but not always.  Cecil, however, had
only two fucking speeds... "all ahead flank" and "dead stop".

  Not wanting to disappoint him again, I began to imagine that it
was Desmond fucking me, but the difference in eroticism and
masculine savoir faire was so great, it was hard to do.  I kept
thinking about how he had worked my clit, pussy, and tits to a
half dozen intense climaxes before he ever began fucking me. 
That got me excited and I had just begun to recall how he had
ordered my legs up and spread ... that he was going to fuck me,
when Cecil grunted, throbbed twice, and collapsed on top of me...
finished.

  Once more, we went through all the standard male questions:
"Did you cum?" ...  "Did I do anything wrong?" ... "Are you
feeling Ok?"  As he asked the questions, I thought that it was
significant that men always ask, "Did I do anything wrong?"
rather than "Did I do anything right?"

  The next time Cecil fucked me, I faked my orgasm.  After he had
cum, there were no questions.  He clearly considered his
performance to be outstanding.  Later that night, I went into the
guest bedroom, locked the door, and masturbated to two intense
orgasms thinking about McShatko fucking me.  From that point on,
I faked all my orgasms with Cecil.

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

  I was becoming depressed that McShatko hadn't called me again.
He had had multiple orgasms with me, so I knew I had pleased him
enormously.  I assumed that a man like him had so many women
available that I was just one more notch on his sex gun.

  It was a Tuesday evening.  Cecil was reading the financial
section of the newspaper doing every thing but jumping up and
down over how well our holdings were performing.  We hadn't made
a wrong move in almost month with the benefit of McShatko's
guidance.

  The phone rang.  I almost let Cecil answer it, but then I was
still hoping.  I picked up the receiver and said, "Hello."

  "What are you wearing right now?" came his deep, sexy,
thrilling masculine voice.  My pussy contracted on the spot...
hard.

  Lowering my voice to a whisper, I replied, "We're going out to
dinner in a couple of hours.  I just finished dressing in a
strapless cocktail dress, bra, panties, garter belt, stockings,
and heels."

  "Remove the bra."

  "My husband will know immediately with my big tits."

  "So.  If he's a man, he will enjoy it.  If not... who cares? 
Take off the bra."

  I felt like I was in a hypnotized trance as I unhooked and
removed the bra.  Without a bra, I was going to be bouncing all
over the place.  The thought was making me wet."

  "It's off."

  "Good.  Now take off your panties.  You won't be wearing any
tonight."

  "Oh gawd," I moaned as I stripped my panties over my ass and
down my thighs.  I was so wet now that I could smell the musky
aroma coming from between my thighs.

  "My panties are off, Desmond."

  "Where is Cecil now?"

  "In the den... reading the financial news."

  "Of course he is.  Money means more to him than pussy or even
his wife.  Go to the dining room window... the one at the front
of the house.  Take the phone with you."

  It was only a short distance.  When I was at the window, I
spoke in the phone.  "I'm here."

  "Turn on all the lights in the room and pull the curtains
aside."

  "oohhhh fuck... I'm dripping."  After a few moments... "The
lights are on and the curtain is open."

  "I know.  I can see you very clearly.  Move close to the window
and pull down the top of your dress.  Press your tits right up to
the window."

  When my nipples touched the cold glass, I couldn't suppress a
moan.  "Can you see my tits?"

  "Easily... with my binoculars, I can even count the small bumps
around your big nipples.  And I can see how erect and hard your
nipples are."

  "Oh yes...  I want you... why haven't you called me?  Wasn't I
a good fuck?"

  "You're a delicious fuck... awesome."

  "Then why?  I've been waiting and waiting and waiting."

  "Are you hot right now?  Isn't your cunt throbbing as you think
about my cock sinking into you?"

  "Ohh yesss... please... I want you."

  "That's why I haven't called you.  I want you hot...
dripping... eager... excited... willing to do anything... are you
that hot now, Meghan?"

  "OOHHHHH YESSS!  Anything!"

  "Good.  Pull up your skirt so I can see your naked cunt."

  I yanked up to my waist immediately.  "Beautiful cunt, but I
can't see your slit well enough.  Sit on the edge of the table
and spread your legs....  yes!  Like that.  I can see the
moisture between you lips.  Put your right leg up on the seat of
a chair and spread wide open."

  Hiking my leg up, I opened myself wide for my unseen lover.  I
felt like I was going to cum and I told him that and asked, "Are
you going to fuck me?"

  "Tomorrow... someone else will be fucking you tonight."

  "Who?" I asked puzzled.

  "Outside, halfway down the street, there is a van parked at the
curb.  Two of my friends are inside.  You will leave now... tell
hubby you need some fresh air... anything you like, but leave now
and go to the van.  They will open the back and you will get
inside.  Once inside, you will suck one man off and fuck the
other one."

  "Whatever you want Desmond, but promise me that you'll fuck me
tomorrow... please."

  "Leave now.  Hurry."

  "Do I get to choose who fucks me and which one I suck?"

  "That would be unpleasant for my friends.  Ask them to flip a
coin.  The winner gets his choice.  The loser takes what's left.
You may choose who you do first.  No more discussion.  Leave
now."

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

  "Oh yes!  Suck it you hot Slut.  Damn, can she ever suck cock,
George.  You made the wrong choice Buddy.   Aaaahhhh fuckkk.. her
mouth is like a suction pump... take it all... uungghhhh.."

  "Fuck... the hot Bitch is taking every inch of it, Hal.  You
gonna cream her face and those big tits or are you gonna shoot a
load into her mouth and belly?"

  "Ugh ugh ugh ugh... aaaahhhh...shiittttt..."

  "Hold her head, Hal, and mouth fuck her."

  "Like this you mean?  Aaah... aahhh... aaahhh... hot fuck hole
bitch... suck it, Baby... SUCK IT!"

  "PUMP HER, MAN!  PUMP HER MOUTH HOLE!"

  "FUCKKKKKKKKKK.... GONNA CUM... HERE IT COMES, SLUT... DRINK MY
JUICE, HONEY... UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH...MMMMMMMMMMM!"

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

  "Ah what a cunt!  WHAT A FUCK HOLE SHE'S GOT!  Believe me, Hal,
I didn't make no mistake taking her cunt hole.  It's so damn
tight and wet you wouldn't believe it... and the hot bitch is
already cumming... her pussy is throbbing like a jack hammer."

  "Uunnnnmmm... uummmmmm  OOhhhh... OOhhhh ... Oohhhh Harder, you
Bastard.  Fuck me harder!  Give it to me!  Deep.  Gonna cum! 
Oohhhhh shit... I'm cumminggggggggggg.... fuck meeeeeeeee!!"

  "Man listen to her squeal when I pork her doughnut... Listen!"

  George slammed his meat into my throbbing hole, and there was
no way I could keep from howling:  "GGGAHHHAAAAAAAA... FUCK IT! 
FUCK IT!  UUNNNNMMMMMM!"

  "Get down here close, Hal, so you can see my cock going into
her cunt.  Just watch it contract and throb around my prick. 
Man... she's some thing else.  Don't know where Desmond finds
such women... WHAT A HOT FUCK HOLE!"

  Hal shoved a finger up my ass as slammed me even harder.  I
wailed as another orgasm surged through my cunt.

  "Hot Bitch is cumming again.  Un--fucking--believable!"

  "You gonna pump her cunt full or pull out and cream her big
tits?"

  "Gonna jizz her hot cunt hole... get ready, Baby... big fuck
load's going in!"

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

A Suspicious Husband:

  Meghan lay under me as I drove my cock in and out of her pussy.
 Every other time I pumped it to her, she grunted or moaned. 
Shoving my hands under her ass, I lifted her hips higher and
pounded her even harder and deeper.  She continued to moan every
other stroke.

  "Oh shit... I'm about to cum, Honey.  Can you cum with me?" I
grunted, trying to hold back my orgasm.

  "Oh yeah, Baby.  Pound my cunt, Lover.  Shoot it innnn... flood
me, Honey!"

  That was all it took.  As my load began to spurt into my wife's
cunt, she moaned loudly and thrust her hips upward to take my
erupting cock as deeply as possible.  After I had collapsed on
top of her body, her legs fell to the mattress and she lay
passively beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath.  When I
pulled my rapidly softening cock from her pussy, she rolled off
the bed and retired to the bathroom to wash up.

  It had been like this for weeks.  I had fucked enough women to
know my wife was faking most, if not all, of her orgasms.  She
moaned and humped her ass, but her pussy did not go into hard
spasms and her vagina never got soaking wet as it should have. 
If that wasn't enough, I could tell that her cunt was looser from
having been stretched frequently by one or more larger cocks.

  It was obvious to me that Meghan was cheating.  I just didn't
know how often, with whom, and with how many different men.  Nor
did I know how long it had been going on.  Since we were together
almost every evening, whoever was banging my wife had to be doing
it during the day while I was at work.

  "The dirty bitch," I thought.  "While I'm working all day
making money and then making even more money for us with my
astute stock investments, she's out spreading her legs for some
lazy stud. For the first time, I regretted living in a no-fault,
community property state.  Half of every thing we had would go to
her even if she was fucking 20 different men.  There had to be
some way around this.  The next morning I called a well known
divorce lawyer and made an appointment.

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

  "Well Mr. Burditt," let me summarize the situation, if I may,"
Mr. Lennard Shapiro said after I had filled him in about my
situation.

  "You believe... very strongly... that your wife is seeing other
men behind your back... cheating as it were.  However, you have
no tangible proof of that.  Moreover, even if you had it, the
best you might hope for in this state is slightly over half of
the family assets... say a 55%-45% split.  It is a community
property, no-fault divorce state.  I'm sorry, but that's the
law."

  "Is there no way around this?  No way I could divorce her and
cut her off with no part of our assets?"

  "Only one.  If your wife were to be convicted of a felony, you
could divorce her and there would not necessarily be an even
split of the couple's assets.  If, in addition to the felony
conviction, you also had tangible evidence of gross infidelity on
your wife's part, the judge might award the bulk, or even all, of
the assets to you.  But lacking a felony conviction, you should
resign yourself to a more or less even split of the assets."

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

  My next stop that morning was to the offices of Lambert and
Dexter, Private Investigators.  Mr. Earl Lambert listened closely
to my story and even more closely to the information I had
obtained from Lennard Shapiro.

  "If your wife is seeing other men, I can pretty much assure you
that we can get either audio or video evidence.  Sometimes, we
can obtain both.  Getting her convicted of a felony offense will
be much more difficult, I'm afraid.  But, it's possible."

  "How?"

  After Lambert had explained his plan, he said, "Give me a week
to see if we can find out if your wife is cheating and with
whom."

  "Ok.  I'll see you a week from today."

  One week later, I was again sitting in Lambert's office. 
"Well, Mr. Burditt, I'm afraid your suspicions are correct,"
Lambert was saying.  "Your wife is definitely cheating.  We've
trailed her to three hotels in the last week where she spent the
better part of four hours before leaving.  Once, my agent
observed a black Mercedes pull into your driveway.  Your wife
opened the garage door and it entered.  It left about three hours
later."

  "Who's fucking my wife?  One man... multiple men?"

  "Unfortunately, we can't be sure.  Obviously, we had no way to
bug or see into whatever hotel room she and her lover or lovers
were using.  When he came to your house to fuck Meghan, we had
cameras ready in all three bedrooms, in the den, and in the
living room, but for some weird reason, they used the kitchen and
later the garage.  We do have an audio of them fucking.  Your
wife screamed so loud that there was no problem picking it up."

  "Well, what's his name.  What did she call him?"

  "That's another unfortunate thing.  She called him, "Darling",
"Honey", "Big-cocked Stud", and I believe "My hot Cunt Fucker",
but she never called him by name... not even his first name."

  "Maybe I can recognize his voice," I suggested.

  "Don't think so.  His voice is an inaudible whisper except when
he's grunting while plowing your wife's cunt or shooting his load
into it."

  "Didn't your agent see him when he arrived or when he left?"

  "The windows of his car are tinted so darkly, nothing can be
seen through them.  I'm afraid we don't know who's screwing your
wife's pussy.  We just know for certain that it's being fucked...
and fucked a lot."

  "So we go to your Plan B?"

  "That's the general idea.  That Ok with you?"

  I nodded.

  When I left the offices of Lambert and Dexter, I thought
Lambert's plan just might work.

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

  That evening as Meghan and I were eating dinner, I started
things in motion by commenting casually, "Oh, I forgot to tell
you that I made reservations for us at "The Chalet" in the
Marriott Inn for this Saturday evening.  They have live music for
dancing afterwards.  I should have asked you first, and if it's
not convenient or interesting for you, I can cancel.  No problem.
 What do you think?"

  "I think dinner in a four-star restaurant followed by an
evening of dancing would be marvelous."

  "Great.  The dinner reservations are for 8 PM.  Wear something
hot... please."

  "All right, if you want me hot... you'll get me hot."

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

  When Meghan came out of our bedroom around 7:30 PM on Saturday
evening, I was stunned.  She was wearing a brown dress that I had
never seen before.  It was both expensive and revealing. The
plunging V bodice didn't end until it was below her breasts
leaving the entire inner half of both globes fully exposed.  I
didn't see what was keeping it over her tits.  One quick
movement, and it seemed to me that both of them would fly out.

  Not only were half her tits on display, almost all of her
thighs were bare as the dress ended just a couple of inches below
the junction of her thighs and buttocks.  She wore no stockings.
The only thing below the micro-mini dress was a pair of strapless
brown sandals with 4-inch heels.

  With one hand on her hip, Meghan grinned at me and said, "Is
this hot enough for you, Honey?"

  "My god," I almost shouted.  "I said 'hot' not nearly naked!  I
don't think they will let us in to the restaurant with you
dressed like that.  Go put on something less revealing."

  "This dress cost $425 plus tax.  I love it, and there's no way
I'm changing just because you can't handle it.  You can either
take me to "The Chalet" or call and cancel... your choice.  If
you cancel, be advised that I'm going out by myself."

  "Oh shit... you're not even wearing a bra!"

  "I am wearing a bra... see."

  My wife pulled the bodice even lower allowing me to see a
little of the bra.  "Ok.  I'm sorry.  You are wearing a bra but I
don't see that it's covering anything at all."

  "It's not, Darling.  It's just a uplift bra.  It fits snuggly
beneath your wife's big tits and pushes them up and out.  Don't
you think it makes me look hot and sexy?"

  "It makes you look like a whore!" I shouted.

  "Mmmmmmm... now there's a thought.  We could increase the value
of our stock portfolio even more that way."

  "Bitch!  Are you wearing any panties under that... that thing?"

  "This 'thing' as you put it is a designer original... a very
expensive designer original.  Any man who thinks I'm a
professional is going to conclude that he's going to need a
four-digit figure to get my attention.  And to answer your
question, yes, I'm wearing panties.  So, are we going together,
or am I going out alone?"

  I briefly considered telling Meghan to go alone, but I couldn't
be certain that she would go to "The Chalet", so I said, "Of
course, we're going together.  There's no way I would let you go
out alone in that thing... eh... designer dress."

  "Wonderful, Honey.  That way I already have a date... saves a
lot of problems.  You ready?"

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

  It was five minutes until 8 PM when I pulled our car into the
circular drive leading to the entrance of "The Chalet". 
Immediately, the parking attendant was at the passenger-side door
opening it for my wife.  When she emerged from the car, she did
it one leg at time so that the parking attendant knew for certain
whether my wife was wearing panties or not even though I was
still not sure.

  The atmosphere of The Chalet was elegant and expensive, and, as
I expected, 90% of the women looked at my wife with a mixture of
disapproval, horror, envy, and interest.  All the men looked at
her with hot lust.  Surprisingly, the Maitre D' didn't flick an
eyelash.  He greeted us cordially, his eyes staying on our faces
without even momentarily dropping to inspect my wife's thrusting
tits and exposed thighs.  I was amazed... either he had the
greatest will power of any man on the planet or he had to be gay.

  As my wife followed him to our table, which I was again
surprised to see was one of the best in the house, her hips and
ass undulated sensuously.  I was certain that most of the men we
passed had at least partial erections from looking at her.  Their
wives were, of course, furious with both my wife and their
husbands.  I was quite confident that few of the men trying to
see through my wife's dress were going to get any sex tonight
from their wives.

  As usual, dinner was superb, which was not surprising since the
bill came to $185 for the two of us.  We enjoyed dessert until
9:30 PM when the adjoining club opened and the music began.

  This time, we were led to a semi-private table in an alcove
close to the dance floor.  As I had not asked for a premium
table, I was again surprised.  The place was almost full and the
fact that we got such a table seemed odd to me, but why look a
gift horse in the mouth, I said to myself.

  I danced three numbers with my wife as planned.  On the last
one, I moved my hand to her ass and slowly worked her dress even
higher on her thighs.

  "Mmmmm... just a little higher, Darling, and every man here
will know for sure whether I'm wearing panties or not when you
don't know for certain yourself," Meghan whispered in my ear.

  "I have a good mind to go ahead and pull it higher and let them
see."

  "Oh yes!" my wife hissed in my ear.  "Do it, Darling. Show me
off to all the men in here.  Do it!"

  Quickly, I considered the plan and decided that it might help
things if I did as my wife was requesting.  "All right, you hot
slut.  You asked for it!"

  "Yessss... give it to me, Baby.  Pull it up.  Show everyone."

  All I had to do was just move my hands a few inches higher on
her ass taking the dress with me and I had half of my wife's ass
exposed.  She moaned in my ear.  "Pull it higher... show me off,
Darling."

  My hands moved another two inches higher.  The dress was now
almost up to my wife's waist.  Her hips began to hunch against my
cock which, not surprisingly, was hard as a rock.  Several men
were watching the show.  I found myself wondering what they were
seeing.

  After the song ended, we returned to our table.  It was obvious
that my wife was now flushed with excitement and hot as fire. 
Perfect! I thought as I saw Lambert's man sitting alone at the
table just across from us.

  The guy was perfect for the job.  I had to give Lambert credit.
 He couldn't have made a better choice.  I estimated he was late
20's or early 30's and devilishly handsome.  I saw he was staring
directly at my wife.

  I motioned for the waitress who came over immediately.  As I
ordered a gin and tonic for myself and another glass of Chablis
for my wife, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Meghan
had seen the man and was returning his frank stare.

  Turning back to my wife, I said, "Let's enjoy another drink for
a bit while we rest and then we'll dance some more... Ok?" My
wife nodded without any real interest.  Not surprising, since her
interest was now taken by the tall, dark, handsome stranger at
the next table who was openly and very frankly staring at her
tits and legs.

  At that moment, the waitress returned with our drinks, and I
accidentally... on purpose... dropped my wallet on the floor as I
attempted to extract some bills to pay the tab and provide a tip.
 Reaching down to retrieve it, I glanced over at Meghan and saw
she had her legs wide open giving the man at the next table a
great view of either her panties or her naked cunt if she wasn't
wearing any panties.  Things were going even better than we had
hoped.

  For the next five minutes or so, I talked about our investments
with my wife nodding every now and then.  At the next table, I
saw the man opening rubbing his now very hard cock through his
pants.  My wife was squirming next to me with her hands below the
table.  I was virtually certain that she was rubbing her pussy as
the man stroked his cock.

  Almost as if we had carefully choreographed things for weeks,
my cell phone rang.  "Excuse me, Honey."

  Speaking into the phone, I said, "Hello....  Can't it wait, Mr.
Cavin?  I'm out with my wife for the evening....  Can't you get
Johnson to take care of it?...  All right, I'll be there in 10
minutes."

  "That was my boss, Homer Cavin.  The auditors are arriving
first thing in the morning and Homer has found an apparent
discrepancy in one of the ledgers.  Johnson's out of town so I
have to go in and take care of it.  I dreadfully sorry.  Shall I
call you a cab or do you want to stay and listen to the music a
little longer.  It will probably take me two hours so I'll just
come home when I'm done."

  "I'll stay and listen for awhile, Darling.  Don't worry about a
cab.  The club manager will call one for me.  I'll be home when
you arrive.  I'm really sorry you have to leave.  It was such a
wonderful evening.  Thank you, Honey."

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

  The first thing Monday morning, I stopped by the offices of
Lambert and Dexter.  I got in immediately and Lambert motioned me
to a chair by his conference table.  We sat down together, and he
dropped a large manila envelope on the table.

  "Well," he began.  "I've got good news and bad news."

  "Give me the bad news first."

  "A couple of minutes after you left the club Saturday night,
Wayne was sitting in your place."

  "I'm not surprised.  He already had my wife spreading her legs
showing him her panties even before I left."

  "I know.  He told me.  That was really the big problem.  Meghan
was hot as fire.  I don't know what you did earlier in the
evening, but Wayne said she was boiling hot as soon as he sat
down."

  "Why was that a problem?" I asked puzzled.

  "Wait a moment and you'll see why.  Wayne spent a few moments
talking to Meghan telling her how sexy and beautiful she looked.
He then spread out 20 one-hundred dollar bills... $2,000... on
the table and offered it to your wife if she would have sex with
him.  Her response was to tell him she wasn't a professional.  As
we planned, he put an additional $2,000 on the table... $4,000
fucking dollars for a single fuck!  And your wife turned him down
flat."

  "As hot as she was, I'm stunned.  I thought she was hot to be
fucked."

  "She was... big time!  When she turned down the four grand, she
told Wayne she didn't want his money... she just wanted his cock
in her cunt... as she put it."

  "So it didn't work?  Damn!"

  "Yeah.  That's what I said too... DAMN!  I can hardly believe
it.  This is the first time I've seen it fail.  Women hot to fuck
just don't turn down $4,000 for what they're going to do anyway.
But your wife did.  That's the bad news.  You won't be able to
convict her of felony prostitution."

  "What's the good news?"

  "The good news is we got tons of photos, video, and audio of
Wayne fucking your wife in ten different positions and with her
screaming for him to fuck her married cunt harder... faster...
deeper.  She really went wild with him once he had her up in the
hotel room.  Take a look at some of these shots.  Hot as hell."

  Lambert pulled several of the photos out of the envelope. 
"Look at this one.  Perfect shot of Wayne sucking your wife off
as soon he got her panties off.  Look how your hot wife is
moaning.  You can even see the guy's tongue on her clit."

  My cock got rigid looking at the high resolution color photo.

  "And here's one just after he rolled her over onto her belly
and put the meat to her.  Wayne said she howled like hot whore as
soon as he got it into her cunt."  My cock got even harder.

  "This is an even better shot.  You can see Wayne's big whang
pumping in and out of her hot hole.  Look closely and you can see
your wife's clit is hard and erect.  See how she's holding
herself open for him and how she's moaning."  I felt like I was
going to cum in my pants.

  But this has gotta be the best shot of the century!  Look at
this hot baby!"  The photo showed my wife mounted on Wayne's cock
with her back against his chest.  Her head was thrown back in
what was obviously a loud scream.  You could almost see her big
tits bouncing as the thick shaft pumped in and out of her
asshole.  The view of cock in ass was awesome.  I had to squeeze
my thighs together to keep from soiling my pants.

  "Really hot, huh?  I jacked off several times looking at them
pics," Lambert confirmed.  "Go ahead if you like.  Take it out
and jerk it.  I don't mind."

  "Isn't that good?  I mean for the divorce.  Won't that help?"

  "Yeah.  It should help a little.  She will tell the judge that
you're a pathetic lover and she had no option.  But it should get
you a little better than an even split of the assets... maybe 55%
for you, 45% for her... maybe.  You can never be certain in these
things.  It depends on the judge."

  I left the office with the thick envelope under my arm.  At
least, I would be able to embarrass the cheating bitch and listen
to her pleading and begging me to forgive her.  Fat chance!  No
way in hell I'm taking her cheating ass back.  She's toast, I
thought to myself.

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

  At the office that afternoon, I made copies of all of the
photos and used the audio-visual equipment to make a duplicate
copy of the video disc.  When I got home that evening, I put the
duplicate disc in the player and then told Meghan not to bother
with dinner.

  "Why?  Are we going out to eat?"

  "Forget eating.  That's the least of your problems."  I tossed
the big envelope containing the duplicate copies of the photos on
the table.  "Take a look," I said smugly.

  My wife sat down on the couch, flipped open the envelope and
examined each photo carefully.  At one point, she tossed the
photo where she was mounted on Wayne with his cock buried in her
ass and commented, "I was having an incredible orgasm when this
was taken.  Too bad you can't hear me screaming."

  "Oh but we can," I said as I pushed the play button on the DVD
player.  Immediately, the screen lit up with an image of Wayne's
head buried between my wife's wide open thighs with her tits
sticking out of her dress.  Her ass was humping wildly against
his face.  Two minutes into the video, she grabbed her tits,
squeezed hard as her ass rose high, and then she came... hard. 
We could even see her cunt contracting in repeated hard spasms
about Wayne's tongue.

  We watched the 30 minute video to the end where my wife was
screaming at the top of her lungs.  Wayne had her knees shoved
back against her tits plowing his cock in and out of her widely
stretched asshole.  The video ended with a shot of his huge load
pouring out of her gaping ass.

  "So, what now?" my wife asked.

  "What do you have to say for yourself?"

  "What's to say?  Obviously, I like sex and cock.  If you can
handle that, we can stay married and have a lot of fun together.
If you can't, then it's over.  What's it going to be?"

  "I'm going out for the evening.  I'll be back in about three
hours.  When I return, I expect to see your worthless, cheating,
dirty ass out of here.  By the way, I've cancelled all your
credit cards.  You'll get the divorce papers in a couple of
days."

  "I won't need three hours, Cecil.  Can you wait here for about
10 or 15 minutes?"

  More than just a little puzzled, I told my wife I would give
her 15 minutes.  She nodded and walked from the room.  Not quite
10 minutes had elapsed before she reappeared, this time carrying
one, small suitcase.

  Seeing me shaking my head more than a little bewildered, she
smiled and said.  "I don't need a big suitcase, Cecil.  This just
contains all my personal items, jewelry, make up, letters, books,
papers, etc."  Setting the case on the floor beside the table,
she removed her wedding and engagement rings and placed them on
the table in front of me.  "I won't be needing these any longer.
My attorneys will handle my end of the divorce negotiations. 
Goodbye, Cecil."  Picking up her case, she walked out the front
door without looking back.  A minute later, I heard her car start
and then I heard her driving away.

  Still confused, I went into the master bedroom to see why my
wife had not taken any of her clothes.  When I opened her closet,
I found it totally empty.  All her clothes had been removed
earlier in the day along with all other personal items in the
house such as her favorite paintings and photos of her family. 
After an hour's search, I could not find a single item that
provided any clue that Meghan Burditt had ever lived in the
house.

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

Knight's Club:

  Desmond was waiting for me outside the ladies room when I
emerged wearing my new outfit.  He really knew how to select
flattering clothes for a woman, which didn't surprise me in the
least as he always seemed to know what would please a woman.

  "It's lovely and sexy, Desmond.  Thank you."

  "My pleasure, Meghan, I assure you.  My pleasure.  Shall we? 
The others are waiting in the dining room."

  Two men and two women were waiting for us at our table.  Both
men rose when we approached.

  "Ah, Desmond.  Mrs. Burditt is even more lovely and sensuous
than you described.  Aren't you going to introduce us?"

  "Of course, Vince, but Meghan is no longer Mrs. Burditt.  Her
divorce went through easily two weeks ago.  Meghan, this is Mr.
Vince Pelligrini, owner of more retail outlets than I could name
in the next hour.  The lovely blonde by his side is Mrs. Hawkes,
Mrs. Jenna Hawkes.  The handsome, aristocratic gentlemen to your
left is Mr. Bryan Spraker, political power broker and attorney
non-pareil, and his very sexy brunette friend is Mrs. Norrell,
Mrs. Sharon Norrell.   As the gentlemen know, but for benefit of
the ladies, my lady-friend is Miss Meghan Carling, formerly Mrs.
Meghan Burditt.

  We took our seats, and almost immediately, a wine steward
approached and waited.  Desmond spoke.  "Antoine, I think we
shall require a 2005 Chateau Latour, Bordeaux, Pauillac and a
bottle of   2005 Montrachet, Grand Cru.  I think that will do for
the wine order.  Please have our waiter attend us immediately as
we are anxious to adjourn to the game room."

  "Yes, Sir.  As you wish Mr. McShatko."

  I could hardly speak when I heard Desmond's wine order.  Jenna,
the blonde, spoke when she should have remained silent.  "I've
heard of Chateau Latour, but not the Mon... eh... the other one.
Are they expensive?"

  Vince Pelligrini turned his hands face up by way of apology. 
The other two men just shrugged.  It was obvious that Pelligrini
had not picked Mrs. Hawkes for her knowledge or brains.  Desmond
responded cordially, of course.  "Together, the two wines would
normally retail for about $1,200, but the Club buys such wines in
large quantities so we will be enjoying these two exquisite
vintages for about $850.

  Desmond removed a small black box from his suit coat pocket and
placed it on the table in front of him.  "Aren't these remarkable
devices the club just purchased?  All I have to do is just press
this little button..."  Desmond's finger pressed the button
twice.  Immediately, the insert inside my vagina throbbed to life
sending vibrations up and down the length of my channel.  There
was no way I could keep my head from arching back, my eyes open,
or my mouth closed.  At the same time, my body began to tremble.

  Desmond pressed the button a third time forcing a hissing moan
to issue from my open mouth.  He allowed my body to shudder
helplessly for 15 or 20 seconds.  When it was obvious that I was
close to an orgasm, he hit the "off" button.  Slumping in my
chair, I gasped and panted with excitement, my vagina still
pulsing.  Desmond replaced the black box when the wine steward
brought the two French vintages.

  After the wine had been poured and our dinner orders placed,
Desmond turned his attention to Pelligrini.  "So, Vince, how long
has Jenna been servicing your needs?"

  "Several weeks now.  Her husband wanted her to get a job.  So
now she has one... Her husband is elated.  Of course, he doesn't
know the ... eh... what should I say... eh... the details of her
new job."

  "And how about you, Jenna?" Desmond asked.  "Are you elated?"

  She opened her mouth to answer but never got the words out. Her
back arched, her eyes clenched shut, as the insert stimulated her
vagina into hard contractions.  Pelligrini increased the
intensity causing the blonde's hand to fly to her crotch and
press hard against her pulsing clitoris.  After 15 seconds or so,
he turned off the insert leaving Jenna gasping and panting even
harder than I had a few minutes previously.

  The waiter was serving our entrees when Spraker decided it was
Sharon's turn.  At first, she tried to control herself, but
Spraker simply turned up the intensity of the vibrations until
the brunette was panting in sexual heat, her hips hunching in
fuck motions.  The waiter watched her body shaking as her hips
thumped up and down on the chair's seat.  I thought she was going
to cum right there in the restaurant, but at the last moment,
Spraker stopped the vibrations.  Sharon's ass continued to
undulate.  She was too close to orgasm to stop.  Her hand moved
between her thighs and worked feverishly.

  "Sharon!" came Spraker's authoritative voice.  "Do not
masturbate here in the restaurant!"  Several men at nearby tables
laughed at the shuddering brunette who somehow managed to pull
her hand from between her thighs.

  Speaking to the waiter, Spraker said, "Please take Mrs. Norrell
to the kitchen so she can wash her hands before she begins
eating."  More laughter filled the room.

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

  As soon as dinner was over, the men escorted us into one of the
many Knight's game rooms.  Inside the room, there was a pool
table, poker/card table, darts, a pinball machine, several
couches, love seats, and a double bed.  On one side of the room,
there were several bondage devices.

  We had no sooner entered the room than McShatko ordered me to
mount the pool table.

  "I've always wanted to fuck a beautiful sex slave on a pool
table," he whispered in my ear.  All I could do was moan in
helpless excitement.  All this man had to do was speak to me or
touch me, and I began to quiver with hot anticipation.  Being a
billionaire's sex slave had enormous perks, particularly when the
billionaire was Desmond McShatko who could make me cum harder and
more often than any other man ever had.

  "Do you want to show Vince and Bryan what's between your
beautiful legs, Meghan?"

  "Yeessssss..." I hissed unable to control the shaking of my
body.

  "Spread wide, Meghan.  We all want to see your legs and what's
between them."

  Steepling one knee, I draped my other leg off the side of the
pool table opening myself up completely.

  "She looks delicious, Desmond," Vince commented.  Is her cunt
tight?"

  "Not as tight as it used to be," my lover replied.  I blushed
but spread even wider.  "You can use it tonight if you like,"
Desmond offered.  Turning to me, he said, "If Mr. Pelligrini
decides to use your cunt tonight, Meghan, I expect you to please
him."

  "I will... I'm sure Mr. Pelligrini will be very pleased with my
cunt."

  "Get up on the table, Meghan.  Feet on the table, knees up,
feet spread.  Arch your pussy high, Meghan.  I think Mr. Spraker
wants a closer look."

  I did as Desmond ordered, and Spraker moved in close... close
enough to allow him to run his fingers up and down my panties
right over my pulsing sex slit.  "AAAaaahhhhhhhhhh... ooohhhhh...
more... please more!"

  "She's a swamp between her legs," Bryan commented.

  "Of course.  She needs to be fucked.  And speaking of women who
need to be fucked, I think Mrs. Hawkes is more than ready. 
Look."

  I turned my head and saw Jenna spread wide on the couch,
totally naked except for her heels.  She was holding her cunt
open in invitation.

  "I think you're right, Desmond.  Vince are you going to put a
load in her or shall I take care of her?"

  "Why don't you pump one into her while I sample Sharon's cunt.
I think she's also very ready."

  Sharon was on the bed, knees steepled and feet up in the air in
the classic female fucking position.  Like Jenna, her fingers
held her pussy open and slowly stroked her swollen, turgid
clitoris.

  Desmond pulled me to my feet and quickly stripped off my dress
leaving me in just my heels and panties.  He knelt in front of me
and slowly pulled my panties down my thighs.  When they were off,
he activated my insert and began licking my clit.  I came hard
almost immediately.  He increased the vibrations of the insert
and sucked my throbbing clitoris into his mouth.  I exploded and
my juices spurted all over his face.

  In the background, I could hear Jenna and Sharon groaning as
the men pleasured them in some manner.  However, I quickly lost
interest in them as Desmond removed the insert from my cunt to
make room for his huge cock.  He pulled my ass to the edge of the
pool table and nailed it into me in one thrust.  I grunted loudly
as it drove inward... stretching my hole as more cock entered me.
 Finally, I had the entire 8 inches inside my cunt.

  I moaned in white heat as Desmond ground his pubic bone against
my engorged clitoris making me cum again.  Then the fucking
began, and I lost all control.  My feet jerked uncontrollably in
the air; my ass hunched wildly upward to receive his hard
thrusts; my big tits bounced back and forth with each stroke that
thudded with masculine authority into my womb.

  Abruptly, I was pushed onto my back on the table.  Desmond
hiked one of my legs up onto his shoulders and spread my other
leg wide.  As he fucked me, I realized that three other club
members had come into the game room to watch us being fucked.  At
the moment, their eyes were glued to my gaping cunt as it took
Desmond's thick 8-inch cock all the way to his balls.

  I came again when I felt Desmond's rod firing his load deep
into my cunt.  Of course, he never used a condom.  So far, he was
allowing me to use birth control pills, but I had been informed
that he might decide to have me discontinue their use and breed
me.  Just the thought made my pussy throb.

  Spraker had finished fucking Jenna at least 15 minutes before
Desmond finished in me.  He had been watching and was already
hard again.  When Desmond pulled his cock from my still throbbing
pussy, Spraker lifted me off the pool table and said, "Bend over
the chair, Meghan.  I like fucking a woman doggy.  Do you like it
doggy?"

  "I like it any way a man wants to give it to me, Mr. Spraker."

  "Good.  Bent over and arch your ass."

  I did and as soon as it was in position, I felt another cock
enter my cum-filled cunt.  Squishing noises filled the room. 
Half were coming from Spraker's cock pumping my cunt; the other
half was due to Pelligrini's prick screwing Mrs. Norrell's pussy,
which was as full of cum as mine was.

  After Spraker had ejaculated inside my vagina, Desmond was hard
again.  He was lying on the pool table, and as soon as Spraker
dismounted, I heard him order me to get on the table and mount
his cock.

  The feeling of his rod sliding into my drenched cunt hole made
me cum.  Desmond's cock always made me cum.  My ass slid all the
way down his shaft without any problem.  I was so stretched and
cum-filled, I could have taken a donkey.  Desmond grunted when he
his cock was fully planted inside my hot hole.  Holding my hips,
he began fucking me.  I began cumming in response.

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

Revelation:

  The judge gave me 55% of our assets, which was probably the
best I could have hoped for.  I continued to attend McShatko's
lectures all the way to the end, which came a month after my
divorce from Meghan became final.

  I occasionally wondered what had become of my slut wife.  I had
not laid eyes on her since she had walked from the house that day
six weeks previously.  I assumed she was either working as a
prostitute or as some low-paid secretary somewhere.  Frankly, I
didn't give a shit.

  As I was parking my car at the auditorium for the last lecture,
I saw an awesome Lamborghini Murcialago pull into a reserved
space.  I knew the car retailed for about $345,000 and was
curious to see the driver who could afford such a driving
machine. When the driver's door opened, the first thing I saw was
a gorgeous leg emerge.  Between the woman's thighs was a sexy
pair of black panties.  Her second leg emerged and then my
ex-wife Meghan climbed  from the car.  She moved smartly on her
4-inch black stiletto heels into the speaker's entrance to the
lecture hall.  I was astounded, to say the least.

  All through McShatko's lecture, Meghan sat beside the podium,
her legs crossed but showing a lot of thigh nevertheless. 
Whenever McShatko wanted written material distributed, Meghan
took care of the task.  It was all I could manage to just listen
to the lecture and take notes on the stock recommendations.

  After the lecture, I waited outside the speaker's entrance. 
Finally, McShatko and Meghan came out, her arm linked through
McShatko's.

  "Good evening, Cecil.  I hope you enjoyed tonight's final
lecture and profit from it.  I doubt that I need introduce you to
your ex-wife."

  "Hello, Cecil," Meghan said with a broad smile.

  Suddenly the lights came on in my brain.  "It was you!" I
stammered in shock.

  "Of course it was me.  I'm really surprised it took you so long
to figure out the obvious.  I suppose that's why you work as an
accountant for an annual salary that is less than the interest on
my holdings every hour of every day."

  "It was you who moved all my wife's things out of our house
that last day!" I almost shouted.

  "There's no need to shout, Cecil.  Besides, I don't move
things, nor do I wash windows or mow lawns.  Some of my employees
took care of that task for Meghan."

  "But how did you know what was about to happen?"

  McShatko shook his head as if he were addressing a young child.
 "Elementary, Cecil.  Really elementary.  As soon as my agents
saw that moron you hired... what was his name... ah yes...
Lambert.  As soon as they saw Lambert or one of his agents
following Meghan, I knew what was happening.  It really couldn't
have come at a better time."

  "Why is that?" I asked still perplexed.

  "Because, Cecil, Meghan and I were wondering how to remove you
from the picture.  I really prefer to have sole possession of my
women, and Meghan had lost all interest in your pathetic efforts
in the bedroom.  Divorce seemed the only option, but if you
fought it, who knows how long it would have taken."

  "So, when you started having her followed, the solution was
obvious... just let you divorce Meghan.  All we had to do was
give you the evidence you were paying Lambert to obtain.  After
that, we were certain you would do something stupid... like
divorce the hottest woman on the planet even after she offered to
stay married to you if you wanted her."

  "Give me the evidence?"

  "Yes, of course.  You don't think you would ever have obtained
any with that dunce Lambert if I had decided against it, do you?
We simply arranged to fuck in a few hotels and let his agent see
your wife going there.  I wasn't sure that was enough, however. 
So I paid a visit to your house and fucked your wife for three
hours in the kitchen and garage.  I was sure the audio record
would be enough."

  My face was turning red with a mixture of anger and
embarrassment.  But the two large bodyguards beside McShatko
convinced me not to do anything rash.

  "However, just to make you feel better, Cecil.  I had judged
incorrectly.  With some well placed intelligence, we learned of
Lambert's silly plan to convict Meghan of prostitution.  You
know, I had always thought that there was some upper limit to
stupidity, but Lambert showed me I was wrong.  His stupidity
seems to be unlimited, as does yours."

  "So your wife dressed the part... a hot prostitute and when ...
what was his name... Wayne... yes... Wayne, moved in, she
cooperated but then foiled his plan by refusing the money, but
used the opportunity to drive you over the edge.  By providing
you photos and video of Wayne fucking her, we were certain you
would file for the divorce we wanted, and, of course, you did. 
By the way, do you still jack off to those photos and video?"

  "You Bastard!" I screamed at McShatko who showed no response. 
"I'm going to sue your ass for alienation of affections."

  McShatko began to laugh.  "There really isn't any limit to your
stupidity, Cecil.  First, I've already paid you many times over
by telling you how to make money in the market, which there is no
possibility in hell you could ever have done on your own. 
Second, I have a legal firm with approximately 35 attorneys...
all the best... working for me.  You won't even be able to secure
legal representation to file suit... because every lawyer knows
we will drag the case out for years.  You can't afford to pay an
attorney for years and none will take the case on contingency
because the profit, even if they win, will be too small."

  "However, I will make a deal with you.  I will give you two
more stock recommendations... both gilt edged... you have my
word, if you will tell me the truth in response to one question.
That's the best offer you'll ever get.  Interested?"

  "All right," I said in resignation.  "What's the question?"

  Again McShatko shook his head.  "You make a lousy business man,
Cecil.  You should ask for the stock recommendations in advance.
No matter.  They're in this envelope."

  I nodded and took the envelope.  "Ok.  What's the question?"

  McShatko turned to my ex-wife and said, "Pull your dress down
and show Cecil your gorgeous tits, Meghan."  She didn't hesitate.
 Five seconds after McShatko's order, her dress was down and both
huge tits were sticking out.

  "Lovely aren't they.  The best I've personally ever seen, and
I've seen more than you can imagine, Cecil.  Meghan, pull up your
skirt up to your waist and bunch it there."

  My cock got hard when I saw my wife jerking her dress up around
her waist.  Her thin, black panties did not completely conceal
her cunt.

  "Just look at her hips and ass, Cecil.  Unbelievable... just
fucking unbelievable.  Now pull your panties down around your 
thighs, Meghan, so your ex-husband has a good view of your wet,
tight, delectable cunt."

  She jerked them down without hesitation and spread her legs
just enough for her cunt slit to be easily seen.

  "Now for my question that you've promised to answer truthfully,
Cecil.  I want to know why in hell any man in his right mind
would divorce an incredible woman like this when she's not only
beautiful and sensuous, but she also loves sex.  She even offered
to stay with you and have a wonderful, excitement-filled life.  I
want you to tell me why."

  I stared at the open, wet hole of my ex-wife's cunt. I could
even see it throbbing.  She cupped both tits, and smiled at me as
she spread her legs wide open.

  "Well, Cecil?" McShatko asked.

  "Like you said, Desmond.  Stupidity.  Just total stupidity."

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