Acknowledgement:
I am deeply indebted to Mr. Art Martin for his more than able
assistance in proofreading, editing, and making numerous
suggestions for text changes and additions to "Deric's Wager". I
estimate that over 98% of all Art's suggestions and corrections
have been incorporated into the final version of the story. I
would like to emphasize that his contributions to the story far
exceed the simple correction of punctuation and spelling errors.
In literally dozens and dozens of cases, his suggested changes in
the phrasing of the text resulted not only in greater clarity,
but even more importantly, a significantly enhanced level of
eroticism. In spite of Mr. Martin's assistance, I am certain
some errors still remain. These are the sole responsibility of
the Author, and I extend my apologies for them.
For those of you have not had the pleasure of reading some of
Art Martin's work, I suggest you log onto the following URL and
enjoy some truly sensuous and erotic stories that are very well
written:
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Art's stories vary in length from short to quite long with
numerous scenes and chapters. In every case, the level of
eroticism is high. Personally, I found "A Romp in the Rockies"
to be intensely erotic with a plot that is both unusual and sexy.
"The Gold Club" is a collection of extremely hot stories that
explore a wide range of sexual delights. Everyone's taste
differs, but regardless of what you enjoy, you're certain to find
it among Art Martin's stories... RLM
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Deric's Wager
by RLM
The "Ten Pins" were leading in their bimonthly bowling match.
If they won the match, the team would take over first place.
Deric Forgan was the last man up for the team. As long as Deric
marked in the tenth frame, victory was assured. If he was open
and scored nine pins, the match would end in a dead tie.
Anything less than 9 pins would give the team a loss. It all
rode on Deric's shoulders. His opponents were all busy trying
to psyche him out.
Jack was the lead heckler for the "Hot Shots". "Relax, Deric.
Nothing to worry about. The whole match and first place rides on
your performance with the next two balls. Piece of cake. Don't
choke up. Don't think about how awful it's gonna be if you screw
it up for your teammates."
Earl Bullmer was doing his best to get his friend to relax.
"Don't listen to him, Deric. I know you. Steady as a rock."
Deric smiled to himself as he dried his ball. Earl's comments
about how steady he always was were doing more to unnerve him
than anything Jack was yelling at him. "Sometimes Earl isn't the
sharpest stick in the pack," he thought.
His ball dry and ready, Deric held it cradled in his left hand
so as not to put pressure on his right arm prematurely. The
perfectly triangular rack of 10 pins stood ready at the end of
the lane. There was a beautiful symmetry about bowling. The
gleaming, oiled lanes, the symmetric pins set in the symmetric
rack, the spherical, gleaming ball, the near magical effect of
the spin on the ball as it flashed down the lane, the wondrous
effect of hitting the 1-3 pocket perfectly. He loved the game.
Deric slowly approached the line, all his concentration on the
right-most mark a third of way down the lane over which he willed
the ball to travel. Three fingers on his gloved right hand took
their position inside the ball, still cradled gently in his left
palm. A cacophony of voices echoed throughout the building, but
Deric heard nothing; his eyes saw nothing save the mark a third
of way down the lane. With careful, slow deliberation his right
foot moved forward in the first of his four-step approach. It
was a small stride; the second step larger and faster, the third
at just the right speed. On the third step, the ball was far
behind his back, held in perfect position by his right hand. On
the fourth step, Deric's right arm brought the ball down
perpendicular to the floor and delivered the shot, his right hand
extending in the perfect follow through, his fingers imparting
the spin as they slipped from the holes.
The ball spun out of his hand and moved down the lane directly
toward the mark and toward the gutter. A direct trajectory would
take it into the gutter halfway to the pins. It always made his
teammates nervous to watch the trajectory of his first shot.
Just as the ball crossed over the mark, the ball's spin took
effect and changed its direction. Now, instead of heading toward
the gutter, the ball rocketed toward the 1-3 pocket hitting it
perfectly.
The effect on the pins was pure magic, the sole reason Deric
loved the game. One instant, the 10 pins were in a perfect
triangular rack. The next instant, the entire rack had simply
exploded off the lane... no pins falling into each other... just
a huge explosion and all the pins were gone.
With the victory sealed, Deric's last two shots were
meaningless. He took them and scored a spare. There were
congratulations all around, of course.
"What you say, we get together at my house for some beer and to
celebrate?" Gregg Lemmon suggested. "It's too good an evening to
let it end so quickly. And, Deric, Great Shot!"
"Are you certain that Lori won't mind three guys hanging out at
your place this late?" Blair Felling asked.
"You know Lori. She loves to have men around. She'll join us
and celebrate with us."
"That's true, but it will sort of inhibit the conversation...
if you know what I mean." Earl commented.
"Why should it? There's nothing you can say that will shock my
wife and nothing that she hasn't heard before from her female
friends. In fact, I can tell you that women together often get a
lot raunchier than men do."
"Deric, you haven't said anything. This plan ok with you?"
"Sure. I'll call my wife and tell her where I'll be so she
won't worry and will know where she can reach me if anything
comes up."
Deric's three teammates were all looking at him in a peculiar
sort of way as the left the bowling alley.
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An hour later, empty beer cans littered several tables in the
Lemmon household. The four teammates had celebrated their
victory and Lori had joined them enthusiastically. Blair had
described Deric's last shot that clinched the victory in vivid
detail. "I mean, when Deric's shot hit the pocket, the explosion
of those pins simply blew the "Hot Shots" fuckin' heads off."
With discussion of the match fully exhausted, the conversation
had turned to the team's other favorite topic, sex. Lori had
joined in without any apparent reservation or hesitation. At
first, the discussion was general with no specific reference to
particular men or women. Finally, Earl looked over at Lori and
asked, "What's the name of that blonde friend of yours? You know
the one with the monster jugs whose always showing them off?"
"I think you're referring to Marion Carver. Know how big they
are?" Lori asked with a smile.
"No. They look like they're 38D or something like that." Earl
responded.
"Way too small, Honey. Try 40DD. That's closer to the mark."
"Not surprised," Blair remarked with an unabashed grin.
"Whenever she's around, I can't take my eyes off them."
Lori regarded the men for a moment and then asked, "Have you
fucked her, Blair?"
Blair hesitated. Finally Lori said, "Come on, Honey. Fess up.
I'm not going to call Mindy and rat you out. Besides you gotta
know that Mindy isn't pristine pure anyway. So, have you had
Marion?"
"Yeah. Twice. Once at a party at their home. Another time I
saw her at the mall when my wife was visiting her sister. We had
a couple of drinks and then I brought her home."
"Good for you! How about you Earl? Have you gotten into her?"
"Once. Last year at a New Year's Eve party."
"What about you, Deric?" Lori questioned.
"No. Never."
Blair looked at Lori and asked, "You're not going to ask Gregg
if he's fucked her?"
"I don't have to ask him, Honey. I already know he's had her
several times."
After the discussion about Marion, the group relaxed and
discussed other women they all knew. At one point, Lori
protested. "This isn't fair. There's four men here and only one
woman. Let's talk about some of the hunks we all know. For
example, what do you guys know about Carl Dawson? You know, he's
the new assistant football coach at Highland Hills."
"He's married." Lori's husband Gregg volunteered.
"So what? He's still a delectable male specimen."
Earl looked over Lori's hot body. She was sitting with her legs
crossed paying no attention to the fact that her dress had ridden
far up her thighs exposing her garters and hose. Earl felt his
cock stiffening as he boldly asked, "Has he fucked you yet?"
Taken aback by the brashness of Earl's question, Deric glanced
over at Lori's husband to gauge his reaction. Gregg seemed
nonplussed, as if Earl had asked his wife about her age.
"Not yet, but the way he looks at my legs and tits, it's
obvious that he wants to."
"Well, I can certainly understand why he looks at your legs,"
stated Earl with a grin. "They're gorgeous."
Lori smiled at the complement and pulled her dress even higher
on her thighs. "You like my legs, huh?"
Unfortunately for Lori, the men were uncooperative, and their
conversation quickly reverted back to various women.
"Ok. You guys all talk a good game, but do you perform? Were
there any women at the alley tonight that you wanted to fuck?
Gregg?"
"Sure. All of the them." All the men, as well as Lori,
laughed.
"Come on, be serious. How many really caught your attention?
Gregg?"
"There were three foxes there, really nice looking women. Two
blondes and a sultry looking brunette."
"How about you, Blair?" Lori asked.
"I saw the three women Gregg mentioned. I might have
approached one of them if the match hadn't been so close everyone
needed to concentrate on bowling, not pussy."
"Earl?"
"Those three looked good. No doubt about that, but there two
or three others who weren't as drop-dead gorgeous, but who
actually intrigued me more. They just looked more sensuous, more
like they enjoyed the company of men."
"Hmmm. Interesting. I'm beginning to understand why you have
such a reputation as a lover." Earl literally beamed with
masculine pride at the complement.
Lori turned to the hero of the night. "Deric. I don't think
you've said 10 words all night. What did you think of the women
at the bowling alley?"
Deric shrugged his shoulders and held his hands palms up.
"Sure there were some very nice looking women there tonight, but
it really doesn't matter. There's no way to get into any of
them. It's just a meaningless fantasy."
The shock on Lori's face was evident. The men's faces showed
similar disbelief, almost as if they couldn't believe what they
had just heard. Finally, Lori asked, "Are you serious, Deric?"
"Yes. Why wouldn't I be? Just stating the obvious."
That was too much for Blair. "Oh come on, Deric. You don't
believe that. Women like sex just as much as men do. If you
don't believe me, ask Lori. She'll give you the real scoop."
Deric looked at Lori. The question on his face was obvious.
"He's not quite right, Deric. Most women like sex a lot more
than most men, a lot more."
"Why do you say that, Lori? I don't mean to doubt your word.
I'm sure you believe what you're saying, but the facts just don't
support you."
"They don't? Let me just ask a question of each of you. You
have to tell the truth. Agreed?"
When everyone nodded, Lori continued. "When you have sex with
a woman you like, one who is sensuous and hot, how many times do
you normally cum in... say... a two-hour sex session with her?"
"Three, usually," Gregg responded.
Lori grinned at her husband. "I'd say that's a good average
estimate."
"Two for me," Blair answered. This was followed by Earl, who
estimated three times.
All eyes now turned to Deric. "One," came his answer.
Lori was shocked... not only because the number was low, but
also because of his honesty in admitting it without hesitation.
"Ok. Fair enough. When a normal woman has a two-hour sex
session with a talented lover, she always cums at least four
times and on average six times or more. So we have two or three
times the number of orgasms men do. Don't you think it follows
that women are going to like and want sex a lot more than men?"
Deric considered Lori's statement for a moment and then
replied. "You do have a point. Woman may like sex as much or
more than men, but for most women, there's no way to get them
into bed in the first place. They generally say, "no". Either
because of religious training, fear of being called a slut, their
wedding vows, their period, or a dozen other reasons. I maintain
my essential position that none of the women at the alley tonight
could be bedded."
Finally Earl, who had remained quiet up to this point, spoke.
"Deric, I'll say the same thing about your position as you just
said about Lori's. I'm sure you believe what you're saying but
the facts just don't support you. Every normal woman can be
seduced, everyone, provided the circumstances are right and the
correct approach is used. The only exceptions are women who have
been sexually abused, women who are chronically sick, or
religious zealots such as nuns. Ask the others here, if you
don't believe me. Or better yet, ask Lori."
Gregg and Blair nodded their agreement. Deric turned to Lori.
"Do you agree with that?"
"Absolutely. The key words in Earl's statement are... provided
the circumstances are right and the correct approach is used."
"And what do you envision the right circumstances and approach
to be?"
"Well, nothing wild or unusual. Just more or less what any
reasonable man would expect. The children have to be out of the
house at the grandparents or at camp... something like that. The
husband or boyfriend must be somewhere where there's no chance
that he will suddenly show up at the wrong time. Of course, the
woman must not be having her period or be down with a cold or the
flu. The approach needs to be warm, slow and erotic, something
that makes the woman fully aware of her femininity... fully aware
of her pussy. If a man does that, and if all the other
conditions are present, 95% of the time or more, she will be
enjoying his cock and tongue in bed within an hour... and I might
add, cumming two or three times as much as her lover."
For the next half hour, the conversation was essentially a
series of anecdotal examples provided by Earl, Gregg, Blair, and
Lori that what she had said was correct. Deric remained silent
throughout, not objecting nor contributing any counterexamples.
"Are you convinced yet, Deric?" Lori inquired.
"Not completely. You have convinced me that perhaps some of
the women at the alley tonight could be bedded by the right man
at the right time, but I think your estimate of a 95% success
rate under those correct conditions is way, way too high. All
of you have been contributing examples showing the estimate to be
correct. I'll provide a counterexample. There's no possible way
my wife Beth could be seduced in the manner all of you have so
erotically described."
The men all looked at each other grinning. Deric ignored the
obvious implication as nonsense. Lori, however, was more
objective. "Has Beth ever had sex with another man to your
knowledge?"
"Not since we've been married. Before that, she told me she
had had sex with one man twice before she came to her senses, as
she put it."
"Well, I've known Beth for some time," Lori commented. "She
wears sexy clothes, not slutty, but ones that show off her
incredible figure. I've seen her smile at men, even flirt with
them a little at parties. Are you sure about her not having had
any other men?"
"There's no way a man can ever be 100% certain about that, of
course. She's certainly not a prude. She works hard to keep her
figure and likes to dress in a way that shows it off, that's
true. And I've also seen her flirt with a man. Occasionally,
she even permits them to feel her up if the situation is right,
but that's as far as it's ever allowed to go."
Gregg piped up at that point. "Look, Deric. You know how much
all of us like you. How much we all respect your intellect, your
professional ability, your honesty and courage, and your ability
on the bowling lanes, but you're just wrong about this. If the
situation were as Lori describes, anyone of us could seduce Beth.
None of us would do that to a friend, but we could, believe
me... we most certainly could."
"No you couldn't. Why do you think my answer to Lori's
question an hour or so ago was that I have one orgasm in a
two-hour sex session with a hot, sensuous woman that I really
like? My wife is certainly not a prude as Lori has pointed out,
but she does have strict rules and limits, and believe me, they
don't bend."
"Gentlemen, Lori... I do believe we have the makings of an
interesting wager here," commented Earl.
Deric shook his head as if he couldn't credit what he was
hearing. "You want to bet me that you can seduce my wife? Is
that it? You're all my friends and I have no interest in taking
money away from my friends. Anyway, how would all of this work?
I certainly don't want the three of you each hitting on my wife
three or four times a week for an unlimited time. That would
become very annoying and destroy our friendship. And what about
all the conditions that have to be right as Lori outlined?"
"How about this, " Lori suggested. "First, we have to strictly
limit each of the men to one attempt and one attempt only.
Second, aren't your kids going to camp for a month next week?
That gets the children out of the way. As for getting the
husband out of way, you could tell your wife you have an out of
town business meeting somewhere for a week. Actually, you would
just go to a hotel or something like that. You find out when
her period is and we make certain that your "trip" is not during
that time. Each of the guys will have a week to make his
attempt. How does that sound?"
The men all nodded. Deric went to the bar and poured himself a
small glass of bourbon, added some ice, and drank it down. When
he finally turned to the group, he said, "There's no way I'm
going to sit in a hotel for a week. So here's the alternative
plan. It's true that our two kids will be at camp for a month
starting a week from now. It just so happens that I actually do
have a two- week long meeting in Los Angeles starting two days
after the kids leave for camp. I also know that Beth's period is
next week prior to when the kids leave. So that removes that
potential problem. The other conditions are as Lori outlined.
Each of you, Earl, Gregg, and Blair, get one attempt to seduce my
wife. The three of you together are limited to the two weeks I
will be out of town. So you must coordinate your attempts to
stay within that time frame. Your attempt fails the instant my
wife asks you to cease and desist, or to leave, or take her home,
whichever is appropriate, and then backs up her demand with an
unequivocal statement. Agreed?"
Everyone nodded, and then Earl asked the obvious question. "We
know when our attempt is judged to fail. When will it be judged
to have succeeded?"
"I think that's fairly obvious. When your hard cock enters my
wife's cunt or her mouth with her full cooperation, you have
succeeded."
"Fair enough. Now what stakes do you suggest?"
Again Deric thought for moment before responding. "First, I'm
already giving each of you the opportunity to seduce and then
fuck my wife. If one of you succeeds, you probably all will.
That should be more than enough for me to "put into the pot", so
to speak."
"Second: For your part, ask yourselves what would you expect
to pay for a full night of hot sex with a woman as beautiful as
my wife who's fucking you because she wants your cock in her
cunt, not just for money like a call girl? I suggest $1,000 each
is an appropriate amount for each of you to put up. Remember,
all of you have argued that it's a 95% sure thing."
"Third: I'll make it very easy for you. If any one of you
succeeds in fucking my wife with her full, active consent... no
drugs... no alcohol... etc., then all of you will be considered
to have won the bet and no payment to me will be required. Are
these terms acceptable?"
Gregg responded for the group: "Sure! Absolutely!"
"Wait a minute here," Lori interjected. "You should at least
give yourself a chance, Deric. That's not a fair wager. I think
each of them has at least a 90% chance of fucking Beth. If
that's right, the chance that all three of them will fail is
about one chance in a 1,000. You should make each of them stand
on his success or failure and pay you the $1,000 if he fails."
"Thank you, Lori, for looking after my interests so fairly,
but it's really not necessary. They will fail. They will all
fail!"
Lori raised one final question: "Since you're going to be out
of town for two weeks, how will you know if they succeed or not.
All you will have is their word, and they stand to lose a $1,000
each if they fail. Are you just going to take their word?"
Deric's response was direct as always. "Yes. Their word will
be sufficient. These men are my friends. There is no way they
would lie to me about having fucked my wife just to save a
$1,000. When I return, we will meet here before I return home.
Each of you will tell me in detail what happened. Agreed?"
The men shook hands on the wager and Deric walked to the door.
Before leaving, he turned to group, all of whom were watching him
in amazement. "Gentlemen, Lori... I wish you good hunting. I
hope you all bag your limit. Unfortunately for each of you, this
time the limit, as you will find, is zero. Good night, my very
good friends. Give it your best shot."
When the door had closed behind him, the three men and Lori all
stood rock still in near shock.
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Gregg:
Deric had only been gone for two days when Beth's phone rang.
When she answered, she heard Gregg Lemmon on the other end of the
line.
"Hi, Beth. This is Gregg. Just called to see if everything is
going ok with you now that Deric's gone to Los Angeles and your
kids are off to camp."
"That's very considerate of you to call, Gregg. I'm fine. No
problems except it's sort of lonely sitting in this house alone
most of the time. But then, it's only for two weeks. I ought to
be able to manage that."
"I'm sure you can, but there's no point in your having to be
alone for all that time. After all, that's what friends are for.
How about having dinner with Lori and me tonight? We're going
out to Richard's Club, have some dinner, and then a little
dancing. Sound good?"
"Sounds wonderful! I would love that. Are you sure Lori
doesn't mind my horning in on your evening?"
"Hardly. She's the one who suggested it. We'll be by to pick
you up at 7:30. Our reservations are for 8. Give us time to
have a drink before dinner. Lori said to tell you that she's
wearing something casual, but sexy and hot, just in case you
wanted to know."
"Ok. Thanks. That sounds good to me. I'll put on something
so that you won't be ashamed to be seen with me."
"Beth, I can assure you that there's no chance in hell of that
happening. See you at 7:30."
When Gregg broke the connection, he looked over at his sexy
wife lying back on the couch, her legs partially open. "Well,
what did Deric's ice princess say?"
"She loved the idea. We're picking her up at 7:30.
Reservations are for 8. Now how are we going to work this?"
"Just like you outlined. We'll have a couple of drinks
together and then dinner. We go to the dance area and you dance
with me first, and then invite Beth. Just as you're taking her
onto the dance floor, we'll fake a call on my cell phone. You
can speed-dial me without her ever knowing it. I'll speak for a
moment and then say that I have to go to my sister's. She's had
a bad fight with her husband and wants me to come over. You, of
course, offer to drive me, but I'll say that's too slow. I'll
grab a cab and see you probably in the morning, as Maggie will
want me to spend the night. I'll apologize to Beth and ask her
to take good care of you. Then I'm off and you're on your own,
Lover."
"Think it will work?"
"Oh, come on! I'm gone for the night. Beth's kids are off at
camp for a month. Deric's 1500 miles away in Los Angeles for
another 12 days. She's had at least two drinks... not enough to
get her drunk but enough to loosen her inhibitions if she has
any, and you'll be dancing with her for an hour grinding your
hard cock against her mound and pressing her tits into your
chest. Then you'll be alone with her in her house and you ask me
if I think it will work? Are you serious?"
"Yes. Do you think it will work? Deric seems absolutely
convinced that we're all going to fail. I keep wondering what it
is we're missing."
"The only thing missing is Deric's common sense. A lot of men
have the ridiculous notion that their wife has little or no
interest in sex and would never want another man to fuck her.
You're just going to show him how very wrong he is. Frankly and
honestly, I think she may rape you before you can get her into
bed. By the time you take her home, her pussy will be dripping.
Have fun tonight, but remember... you owe me big time."
"I know I do. How about I make my first payment right now?"
"Save it, Honey. You're going to need all your energy and
strength for tonight. That hot slut's going to ravish you."
"That's true, but then my tongue won't get worn out."
Lori smiled hotly, and opened her legs wide as her husband
moved his head between them.
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When Beth walked from her house to the Lemmon's waiting car,
Gregg couldn�t suppress a low whistle. His wife grinned. "Like
what you see, huh? Think you'll be able to wait until later to
get into her?
"If I thought I could get into her right now, there's no way I
would be waiting. She's hot!"
Lori got out of the front seat as Beth approached. "Sit in the
front seat, Beth, so Gregg can hear you. He can't turn to look
at you while he's driving, and he hears me all the time."
Beth nodded at the logic of Lori's comment and slid into the
front seat beside Gregg. She wasn't particularly careful as she
got in and her short dress rode up high on her thigh. Gregg
noticed that she was barelegged but was wearing 4-inch heels.
She looked even hotter up close than when she was walking toward
the car. Best of all, Beth made no move to pull her dress down.
Lori did most of the talking during the drive. Occasionally,
Beth made a comment or two. Gregg remained silent concentrating
on his driving and on Beth's exposed thigh. When they were
halfway to the restaurant, Gregg was enjoying the view Beth's
legs were providing. When he looked up, he saw that Beth was
smiling at him, fully aware of where his eyes were. Having been
caught, he did the manly thing by acknowledging his interest with
a smile and slight shrug of his shoulders. Beth never said a
word. She just crossed her left leg over her right knee causing
her skirt to ride upward almost all the way to her panties. She
left her thigh exposed like that the rest of the way to
Richard's.
While they waited for their table, the three of them enjoyed
two drinks at the bar. Gregg wanted to slip the bartender a $20
to add extra liquor to Beth's drink, but he remembered Deric's
conditions... no drugs... no alcohol. He felt a couple of drinks
would be within the rules, but certainly not if they were
deliberated spiked. Besides, it was pretty obvious from the way
Beth was dressed that it wasn't going to be necessary to get her
drunk.
Her cocktail dress came to mid thigh and hugged her hips and
ass like a second skin. The tight, low-cut bodice exposed the
upper third of both tits, which Gregg estimated to be 36Ds. In
the short dress and bare legs, Beth looked almost whorish. When
the "fuck-me" 4-inch heels were added in, she absolutely looked
whorish.
As the waiter escorted them to their table, Gregg watched the
men in the club. At least 80% of them had their eyes glued to
Beth's sexy ass as she passed their table.
During dinner Lori began to stir the waters. "Well Beth, what
do you normally do to entertain yourself when Deric's out of town
for an extended period like this one?"
"Nothing much, I'm afraid. Read, take in a movie, watch TV, go
out for dinner... that sort of thing."
"Really? As gorgeous as you are, I would have thought you
would have a lover or two waiting in the wings. When Gregg is
out of town, that's the way I entertain myself."
"No. Afraid not. I don't have sex with men other than my
husband."
As dinner was arriving, Lori immediately dropped the subject.
As soon as they had eaten dessert, Gregg asked his wife to dance.
After one song they returned to the table and Gregg invited Beth
to dance. He was nervous that she might refuse, but she accepted
eagerly.
On the dance floor, Beth showed no hesitation in moving into
Gregg's arms. She had her own wrapped around his neck as she
pressed her large breasts into his chest. He kept his hands
discreetly on her waist and hips. When they returned to their
table, Lori's cell phone rang. She spoke briefly and then made
their planned announcement about her sister. Moments later, she
was on her way out of the club.
"It's all right with me if you would like to go with her," Beth
commented.
"No. It's better this way. Lori's sister isn't particularly
fond of me. Seeing me right after a fight with her husband is
probably something she would prefer to avoid. Come on. Let's
dance. Lori and Maggie will be fine."
Back on the dance floor, Beth's inhibitions relaxed even
further. In addition to having her arms around Gregg's neck and
her tits pressed against his chest, she also laid her head in the
crook between his neck and shoulder. Thus encouraged, he let his
hands wander down to the large globes of her buttocks, caressing
them in slow sensuous circles.
"MMMmmmmmmmmmmm... feels good," Beth whispered in his ear.
"This is much better than staying home watching TV. I just love
to dance like this. It's so erotic and exciting." That's all it
took for Gregg's cock to expand to full erection against her
belly.
"I think you really like it too," she sighed as she pressed her
mound against the throbbing shaft of his erection.
Three dances later, they were back at their table enjoying an
after dinner cordial. Gregg had a cognac while Beth was sipping
Frangelica. "This tastes marvelous? Have you tried it?" she
asked.
"Yes, but I prefer cognac. How about we dance one more song
and then head back to your place?"
"Hmmm. Sounds good. Come on." Beth pulled him onto the dance
floor and moments later had her body pressed firmly against
Gregg's. As his erection throbbed against her soft belly, he
felt her undulating against it as he moved them over the dance
floor.
Gregg smiled to himself. The fact that he would soon be
fucking this gorgeous woman had him wildly excited, but, in a
way, he was a little disappointed that it had been so easy.
Deric's comments had led him to believe that he might or might
not be able to seduce Beth. As it turned out, she was obviously
eager to fuck. He couldn't understand how Deric, who was
normally incredibly astute, could be so wrong.
Things seemed to heat up even more on the drive back to Beth's
house. With Lori gone, Beth sat right beside him with her thigh
pressed against his. Looking down, Gregg saw that she had her
skirt pulled down to mid-thigh, which was as far as it would go.
Beth again saw him looking at her legs. "I think you like my
legs. Half of my breasts are showing but you're looking at my
legs. I would say you're a leg-man, aren't you?"
"Absolutely! A woman's breasts are wonderful but they're
primarily to nurse babies and to provide a soft, warm cushion."
"Really?" she giggled. "And just what are a woman's legs for?"
"To guard a woman's hot core and then to pull her lover deep
within it."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm... that's a really erotic way to put it. I love
it. Lori is a lucky woman."
"I could see more of your legs on the drive to the restaurant
than now, even though my wife was awith us on the way there."
"Yes, but she was in the back seat. She couldn't tell how much
you were seeing."
"Well, she certainly can't tell now since she's not even in the
car."
"I think you want to see more."
"Of course I do. A lot more."
Beth laughed and pulled her skirt up to the top of her thighs
exposing the crotch of her panties. "This better?"
"A lot better!" Gregg's hand moved to her thigh and began to
caress it lightly, up and down from the knee to the edge of her
panties. When his hand moved onto her inner thigh, it
encountered resistance as she had her thighs pressed together.
"Spread a little wider, Beth."
"Gregg, this is a lot of fun. Very erotic and oh, so sensuous.
I must admit, I'm really enjoying it. A wonderful meal, erotic
dancing, and a sexy man's hand on my legs trying to get me open
wider. But... before we go any further, I need to repeat what I
said at Richard's. I don't have sex with any man other than my
husband. Is this going to be a problem for you? If so, we need
to stop our erotic play."
Gregg was shocked to say the least. Nothing even remotely like
this had ever happened to him. A half dozen thoughts raced
through his mind simultaneously: 'Was she really serious or was
she just teasing him? Testing him to see if he would be man
enough to break down her token resistance and take her. She was
grinding her mound against his erection on the dance floor...
would any woman do that and not want it in her pussy later? Of
course not!'
"It's not a problem at all, Beth. I would never even consider
trying to get a woman to do something she does not want to do.
Frankly, I feel badly that you think that you have to ask."
"Oh... good! Some men have a very different attitude. As I
said before, Lori is a very lucky woman."
Again Gregg's hand pressed gently against her closed thighs
requesting admittance. "You are a hot, randy man," Beth sighed
as she opened her thighs to permit access to their inner slopes.
Gregg's hand took possession of them immediately.
By the time he parked the car in Beth's driveway, his hand was
all the way to the junction of her thighs against the now very
moist nylon of Beth's panties. He could feel the heat and
moisture emanating from her core. Obviously, before she could
let herself go and have sex, she wanted to feel that a man had
seduced her against her will. He was perfectly willing to play
that game for her.
Once inside the house, Beth led him to the den and poured them
each a small glass of brandy. While Beth poured the brandy,
Gregg got up and went to the CD player, put on some slow music
and took Beth in his arms. She slipped into his embrace
willingly.
As they danced, Gregg whispered in Beth's ear how much she was
turning him on... how hot she was... how beautiful she was.
Slowly, he pulled her closer until once again Gregg was sliding
his hands down Beth's back until both hands cupped and squeezed
her ass. As the second song began, Gregg pulled her hard against
his body, his throbbing erection grinding into her mound. His
lips found hers and they kissed. His tongue probed for entrance.
Her mouth opened and he slipped it inside.
He knew he was close. Five more minutes and he would be
fucking this luscious woman. Leaning close, he whispered softly
in her ear. "Take off your panties. Take them off now."
Beth backed out of his embrace. "I think we've gone as far as
we can go. You're fantastic. If I fucked other men, you'd be
one of the first, but I don't and we can't take this any further.
I think we should call it a night. I loved the evening. It was
wonderful. Not many men are comfortable to just touch and tease
and feel. You're a real gem. Come on, Honey. Time for you to
go."
Gregg was stunned. He tried desperately to recover the
situation. "Please. I would love to feel your naked pussy
before I go. That's not having sex... it's, it's just
touching... and like you say, feeling. Please."
"Come to the door. That will be your good night present and my
thank you for a wonderful evening."
Gregg followed Beth to the door. After opening the front door,
she stepped to one side so that she couldn't be seen from the
street, lifted her short skirt and pulled her panties off. Once
more, she stepped into Gregg's arms and pushed her panties into
the belt of his pants. "A souvenir for you, Honey, for a
marvelous evening. Now kiss me good night and feel me."
Gregg kissed gently and then harder and finally with all the
passion he could muster. At the same time, his hand moved
beneath her skirt to her cunt. It was soaked, hot, open. At the
top, he felt her erect, swollen clitoris. His fingers stroked
her. She spread her legs to give him access to feel... to
stroke... to probe.
The kiss intensified, their tongues stabbing back and forth.
Just when Gregg felt Beth's clitoris beginning to throb prior to
orgasm, she backed out of his embrace and pulled her skirt down.
"Wow! Incredible! I'm sorry, I can't allow you to make me
cum. Cumming is sex, and therefore crosses the line that I don't
cross. Good night, Gregg. Please thank Lori for allowing me to
be with you tonight. It was wonderful. Good night. She pushed
him out the door and closed it gently behind him.
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An hour later, Gregg has just finished describing the evening
to his wife. Lori was as first fascinated. Then, she became
incredulous. After that, anger engulfed her and finally, fury.
"That worthless, teasing, dirty, worthless, Bitch!" she
screamed. "She actually took off her panties for you... let you
touch her naked cunt while you were kissing her... and then...
she pushed you out the door?"
"That's a pretty accurate description."
"God! Are you in pain, Honey?
"Yes. A lot. I haven't had a case of blue balls like this
since I was in high school. My balls and my abdomen ache like
hell. It feels like if I just touch my balls, the pain will make
me pass out. But don't worry. As bad as it feels, it's not
dangerous and it will go away as soon as I come down from my
sexual high."
"That's awful. Come on into the bedroom and fuck me. Don't
worry about me, Baby. Just get into me and shoot off so the pain
will abate."
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Blair:
After Gregg's failure, the three men and Lori got together to
discuss the situation.
"Obviously, we are dealing with the worst cocktease on the
planet," Lori commented. Gregg was absolutely positive that he
was going to score and then 30 seconds later he was outside
standing on her doorstep with his cock hard as stone still inside
his pants. Basically, the Bitch makes a man think he's getting
somewhere with her, but she has this set of rules and limits so
than nothing more than touching, feeling, and teasing can happen.
Any ideas?"
Blair considered the situation for awhile and then said,
"Frankly, I have no idea how to deal with a woman like that. She
obviously enjoys foreplay, but will not go beyond that. Maybe a
more rapid approach that doesn't give her time to think about her
rules... maybe a little force... not a lot... just enough to give
her an excuse to fuck and claim she had no choice."
The group agreed that might work. Over the next hour, they
worked out the approach.
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Three days after Gregg's failure, Beth was alone, feeling blue
for lack of company, and watching a soap opera on television at 8
PM when the doorbell rang.
Beth opened the door to be greeted by Blair Felling. "Hi,
Beth. I know Deric's not home, but I have some documents from
work that he needs to know about the next time he calls you.
There's a lot here, but he only needs to make a few decisions
about certain questions. Can I come in and go over them with you
so you can give Deric a heads up when he calls?
"Certainly, Blair. I'm glad to see you. Frankly, I've been
feeling rather blue and lonely. It's nice to see a friendly
face. How about a drink before we start?"
Blair noted that Beth was wearing a simple dress with slippers.
He wondered if she was naked under the dress. Hopefully, he
would find out soon. Out loud he said, "Great. Do you have any
brandy?"
"Sure. Coming right up."
After Beth brought in two snifters of brandy, they sat
side-by-side on the couch as Blair began going over the
documents. He carefully went through a number of pages
explaining that it wasn't necessary that she understand what was
involved, but just tell Deric what was on the pages, and he would
have enough information to make the proper decisions.
As the explanations continued, Beth moved closer to him until
her thigh was touching his. Looking up from the papers, Blair
said, "Mmmm... I love the aroma of your perfume. It's
wonderful."
"I'm not wearing any perfume," Beth said, smiling.
"What's the wonderful aroma then?"
"That's me, Blair. That's the scent of a woman. Most men like
it much better than perfume. That's why I don't wear any."
"You mean that I'm smelling your ... eh... well... I mean..."
"Yes. That's the aroma of my pussy. It gets a little stronger
when I'm this close to an attractive man."
"We're alone here, aren't we?"
"We are. My children are at camp and, as you know, my husband
is in Los Angeles."
"When I came over, I knew Deric was out of town, but I thought
your children would be at home. Now that I know they aren't, I
can't let this opportunity pass. I've wanted you ever since the
first time I laid eyes on you." Blair stared into Beth's eyes.
"I'm going to kiss you if you don't throw me out of the house
right now."
"I have no intention of throwing you out, Blair. I love to be
kissed and fondled, but before you kiss me, I have to tell you
that I don't have sex with anyone but my husband. I have strict
rules and limits. Ok?"
Blair ignored her, pulled her body against his on the couch and
kissed her. At first, the kiss was gentle, tender... then it
became passionate... finally it just took possession of her mouth
and tongue. Slowly, his body covered hers, pressing her down
onto the couch. His hands roamed over her face, then downward to
her breasts, and from there down over her belly.
Beth's body undulated against him, her hips thrusting upward.
His hands moved downward to her thighs and then down over her
bare calves. "Your dress," he moaned. "pull your dress up."
Beth reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up her
legs until her legs and thighs were exposed all the way up to her
panties. His hands moved over the junction of her thighs. He
could feel the heat of her cunt. Like Gregg, he was certain that
sex with her was only moments away. Gregg had just gone too
slowly... given her too much time to think. He was going to take
her rapidly and with authority.
"Open the top of your dress, Beth. I can't wait to see your
incredible breasts."
Beth rapidly unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled it from
her shoulders. Beneath it, she wore a white bra that concealed
about half of her large 36D tits. "Take off the bra. I want to
see your big tits."
Without protest, she unhooked her bra and removed it allowing
her tits to swing free. Even though she was lying back on the
couch, they were firm and stood high. As Blair lowered his mouth
to her naked tits and began sucking her nipples, she put her arms
behind her head and arched them upward to give him better access.
Wrapping her hands around Blair's head, she moved his mouth from
one erect, throbbing nipple to the next.
When Beth began to moan, Blair quickly moved his hand up her
leg, down the inside her thigh until he reached the wet crotch of
her panties. "Pull your skirt higher. Pull it up the waist."
She did it without hesitation. A moment later, Beth's dress
was bunched uselessly around her waist concealing nothing. His
mouth never stopped licking her throbbing nipples while his hand
slid up and down the length of her wet cunt slit with only the
thin panties preventing penetration. Rising off the couch, Blair
hooked his fingers in Beth's panties and pulled them off. She
raised her ass to assist him in the process. When her panties
were off, Beth raised her legs bending them at the knee so that
she was in the classical female fucking position. Her hand moved
downward and spread her pussy wide open so Blair could see
everything.
After running his fingers over her clitoris and slipping his
fingers into her moist vagina, Blair felt it was time to fuck the
hot Bitch. Once more he got off the couch and began to remove
his pants.
"Whoa, Big Boy. Stop right there! I told you before we
started that kissing and fondling were ok. You enjoy it... I
enjoy it... it's harmless fun, but I also told you that I have
strict rules and limits and I don't have sex with anyone except
my husband. Up to this point, we've kissed, stroked, fondled,
excited... It's been wonderful, but it's clear that you intend
to fuck me, and that's out of bounds."
Beth got off the couch, adjusted her dress, leaving her panties
and bra on the floor. She took Blair's hand and led him to the
door. "Thank you, Honey. I really did enjoy it. It was fast,
hot, sexy. Very different. And I'll tell Deric about the papers
when he calls. Now give me another kiss and then leave."
Blair left without kissing her.
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Earl:
"Well, Gentlemen, we're down to our last chance, Earl. You
have any plans or ideas?" Lori asked.
"We know what doesn't work." Earl remarked. "Gregg's smooth
approach with dinner, dancing, and caressing failed. Blair tried
a rapid approach hoping to sweep Beth into bed and get his cock
into her cunt before she realized what was happening. Good idea,
but no cigar... Look, we have a week left. I'm going to try
slow seduction. I'll invite Beth out to dinner on Friday night.
If she follows form, she'll be delighted to accept. We'll have
dinner. I'll tell her much I enjoyed the evening and then take
her home. I won't touch her."
"Really? Then you've got a lot more will power than I have,
buddy," Gregg commented. "She's got a dynamite body and is
boiling hot until you try to fuck her. Then she turns into ice."
"What other chance do we have? Anyway, on Saturday, I'm taking
her to a stage play. I'll hold her hand... kiss her good night.
That's all. On Sunday, I'll bring over a DVD and we'll watch a
movie and I'll go further. Deric won't be back until the
following Saturday. Beth thinks it will be Sunday, so I have
enough time to gradually work up to fucking her. Any comments?
Suggestions?"
Lori considered Earl's plan and then remarked, "It may work but
it doesn't satisfy the conditions that Deric stipulated when you
guys made the bet."
"Why is that?" Blair asked.
"Because you were given one shot and one shot only. He
specifically said he didn't want you hitting on Beth day after
day. What Earl just describes does that."
"In a sense, Lori is right. But as I see it, it's a single
attempt that I plan to conduct over several days and multiple
meetings. So, it's one overall plan. In any case, it's our only
remaining chance so I suggest we take it and argue later whether
it was within the rules. In any event, the question will be moot
if this fails. Do we all agree?"
There were no further objections so on Friday, Earl put his
plan into operation.
------------------------
On Friday, Earl took Beth to dinner at Luigi's. The Italian
cuisine was superb and both enjoyed the evening. When Earl
dropped Beth off on her doorstep with just a light kiss on the
cheek, she was obviously surprised.
The stage play on Saturday was a production of "Fiddler on the
Roof". It was superbly performed and sung. Beth gushed about
how wonderful it was for an hour afterwards. Earl stopped at a
lounge where they had Brandy Alexanders after which he took her
home. This time, he kissed her on the lips, told her how
marvelous the evening had been, and left.
The DVD on Sunday was a first-run, R-rated movie. It was very
erotic without being obscene. It obviously turned Beth on
enormously. The fact that she hadn't been fucked for 10 days
helped. Before Earl left that night, they had kissed
passionately on the couch, each appearing to try t devour the
other. When Earl would pull away to catch his breath, Beth would
attack his mouth with hers. When she backed off momentarily,
Earl went to her neck where he kissed and licked her
passionately. When he left at near midnight, his erection was
throbbing, almost painful. Beth was panting at the door when she
kissed him good night. Not once did Earl put his hand on her
legs, her breasts, her ass, or between her legs.
Before leaving Sunday evening, Earl invited Beth to a drive
into the mountains the next day. He told her about a quaint
little inn that served incredible soups, sandwiches, and
pastries. He also suggested that the scenery alone was worth the
trip.
At 7 AM, Monday morning, Earl was seated in The Forgan's den
waiting for Beth come out of her bedroom so they could leave for
their planned trip to the mountains. Beth made him wait nearly a
half hour before emerging from her bedroom. Earl took one look
at Beth and decided it had been worth the wait.
Leaning over, Beth kissed him lightly on the cheek and then sat
down on the brick hearth ledge in front of the fireplace. "So,
tell me about trip. What will we be seeing?"
Before answering, Earl let his eyes roam over the blonde beauty
who sat a few feet away. She had dressed casually, but very
erotically. Her firm breasts pressed outward against the flimsy
blouse she wore. The blouse was a beautiful nylon garment with
flowing long sleeves that buttoned around her wrists. The bodice
plunged in a deep V to a point below her large 36D tits. Just
below that, it ended at her trim waist with a sash that was tied
in a large bow. The blouse was loose and open around her breasts
so that their entire inner slopes and the luscious curves at the
bottom were fully exposed. It was obvious that she wore no bra.
It was also obvious that the blouse was designed to show off its
wearer's breasts.
Below the blouse, Beth wore a pair of white shorts. They were
extremely tight, almost to the point of appearing to be sprayed
onto her body. With one foot on the floor and the other up on
the hearth, the fact that the shorts fully displayed her
prominent camel toe was not lost on Earl.
Deric's wife was barelegged, as was appropriate for the casual
outing they had planned. However, Earl thought it amazing that
her legs were so golden and so tanned that they appeared to be
encased in sheer hose. A pair of white sandals with three-inch
heels completed her outfit.
Beth knew he was checking her out, and gave him ample time to
do so before she again asked, "Well? Are you going to tell me
about the quaint inn and so on?"
"I would rather it be a pleasant surprise for you. Ok?"
"I love surprises."
They left at 7:40 for the three-hour drive. Their
conversation during the trip was lively and often sexy. Earl
regaled her with a number of amusing stories, many involving the
antics of her husband, which Beth enjoyed enormously. As she
laughed and talked, her large breasts continuously swung back and
forth inside the loose-fitting blouse. On a few occasions, Earl
was treated to nice views of her nipples, one at a time as the
blouse pulled open enough to expose one or the other of the two
hardened tips. It was incredibly erotic. They weren't halfway
to their destination when Earl's cock rose to full erection.
It was 10:40 when Earl parked the car in front of the Inn.
Since it was too early for lunch, they spent a nice hour
exploring the immediate area and the gift shop. Beth was
delighted that lunch was every bit as good as Earl had suggested
it would be.
After lunch, they hiked on one of the numerous trails and saw
the fall foliage. Coming to a rapidly running, bubbling brook,
Earl pulled Beth into a grassy bank and began to kiss her. It
took no more than flick of his hand to push the blouse aside and
expose both of her large tits. His cock again rose to full
erection when he saw her already erect nipples. Before they
left, both of her tits were completely exposed, her shorts were
unzipped, and Earl was lightly stroking her belly.
For the past two days, Earl had wondered when Beth would
deliver her rules and limits speech. I came after he had
unzipped her shorts and pushed his hand inside where he lightly
caressed her mound through the thin material of her panties. As
his hand stroked her mound, she said, "Earl. This is wonderful
fun, but I need to tell you that I don't have sex with anyone
except my husband. Please don't take offense. I just have some
rules and limits I set on sexual activities."
He smiled, his hand continuing its slow, erotic stroking of
her belly and mound, and said, "I understand. We go no further
than your set limits until and unless you decide to change them."
For another fifteen minutes, Earl licked, sucked, and fondled
her naked breasts, kissed her open lips flicking his tongue over
hers as he did so while he continuously caressed her belly and
mound. When he pulled Beth to her feet, her chest was heaving
and her panties and shorts were soaked. He never touched her
cunt or her ass.
Tuesday evening was spent in the Forgan's den. They watched
TV, listened to music, danced a little during which Earl held
Beth's ass and pressed his erection into her belly, but no more.
Toward 10 PM, he turned to Beth and asked, "How would you like a
massage? I have magic fingers."
In less than five minutes, Beth was stretched out on the floor
on a mattress she had brought in from the guest bedroom. Earl
had brought some body oil and a tarp to keep the oil off the
mattress and carpet. He stripped to his jockey briefs and
motioned for Beth to lie down on the tarp-covered mattress.
"How do you want me?" she breathed softly. "Naked? bra and
panties? What?"
She was surprised again when Earl answer, "Bra and panties will
be fine."
"Ok. Whatever you say," she said with a smile. Earl thought
she would go into her bedroom to change, but she just removed
everything except her white bra and panties, tossed her clothes
over the back of the couch, and started to lie down on the
mattress.
"Just a moment. Let's oil you up first." Earl squirted
generous amounts of oil over Beth's tits, belly, legs, thighs,
shoulders, back, and buttocks. When he finished, her bra had
become transparent revealing her hard, erect nipples. "Ok. Now
lie down on your stomach, put your knees under you, and arch your
ass high."
When Beth was on the mattress, her ass arched up in the air,
she said, "I wasn't aware this was one of the positions used to
give a massage."
"It isn't. It's the position a man uses when he wants to get a
good look at a beautiful woman's ass. Run your hand between
your thighs, Beth. Tell me if you're wet."
Earl's cock pulsed as he watched the sexy blonde stroke her
pussy through her panties. "It's very wet, Earl. And very hot.
I think we had better get started before we lose interest in the
massage."
After Beth was lying on her stomach, Earl unhooked her bra and
removed it. "I thought you wanted me to wear the bra?"
"I did, but I didn't realize that it would become transparent.
It's not doing anything but getting in the way. May as well take
it off."
The massage started at her feet and calves. He worked up and
down both of her lower legs, applying copious amounts of oil.
Eventually, he moved upward to her slightly spread thighs where
each muscle was kneaded, rubbed, stroked, massaged. Finally, his
hands moved onto Beth's buttocks but never slipped between her
thighs. More oil was poured over her ass allowing his hands to
glide easily over her ass flesh and onto her lower back. After
20 minutes, Beth was cooing softly.
Deric's wife moaned softly at the sheer sensuality of feeling
Earl's hands on her back, her shoulders, and down her arms.
Although his hands never touched the sides of her tits or her
pussy, her nipples were hard, and her clitoris was erect,
extended from its protective hood, and slowly pulsing. Then she
felt him turning her over onto her back. Her breasts were
heaving; her mouth was open, her eyes closed.
Earl started again on her legs and calves. Then he moved
upward to her thighs, massaging and caressing the tops, the
bottom, and finally her inner thighs. Again, he never touched
her panties. Her hips were undulating, almost out of control.
The crotch of Beth's panties were so wet they had become totally
transparent. Earl ignored her pussy.
Her belly was massaged until Beth was whimpering. Even though
her tits were bare, Earl only massaged their sides, avoiding her
hard, erect nipples. She couldn't keep herself from arching her
tits high hoping he would touch them, squeeze them, pull them,
make her cry out with pain.
After an hour, every part of her body was throbbing in female
heat, even though her pussy, her ass, her clitoris, and her naked
nipples had not even been touched. "Spread your legs, Beth."
She didn't hesitate. Earl moved closer to her panty-covered
cunt and said, "Your cunt and panties are drenched. I think we
need to stop before you cum. I know that's against your rules."
Earl put all the equipment away, washed up, and then helped
Beth to her feet. He carried her into her bedroom, drew a warm
bath, put her into the tub, kissed her on the lips and told her
he would see her Wednesday evening. "8 PM... Be ready."
--------------------
Wednesday evening, things moved more rapidly. Beth had no idea
what to expect any longer. When Earl arrived at 8 PM, he kissed
her passionately, the first time he had done so the instant they
met. She responded with equal passion. Over the next 15
minutes, Earl stripped Beth naked. He was still fully dressed.
Her eyes were glazed with passion, her body undulating against
him.
Without so much as a word, Earl carried Beth into the bedroom.
"Lie down on the bed on your back, Beth," Earl ordered.
Once Deric's wife was lying on the bed, Earl looped soft cords
around both of her ankles, her wrists, and around her thighs just
above her knees. Once attached, Earl pulled both of her legs up
and back until he had her ankles attached to rings at the top of
the bed's backboard. The ropes above her knees were tied to the
sides of the bed. The position spread Beth wide open... her cunt
and assholes were obscenely exposed. Finally, Earl tied her
wrists to the corners of the bed. By the time he finished, her
tits were already heaving, rising and falling more and more
rapidly.
Finally, Earl blindfolded the panting woman. He had yet to
speak a word to her. He let her writhe helplessly while he
removed his own clothes. Once he was naked, his hands began to
roam over Deric's wife. He started with her breasts. They were
squeezed, stroked, pinched, and sucked. He pulled her nipples
until her tits were elongated, and she was moaning.
Next, came her belly and buttocks. Beth's hips surged back and
forth as his fingers delved between her ass crease, caressing,
stroking her back hole but not entering her. Then his hands
moved to her inner thighs. But her pussy was not touched. She
humped and thrust it at him wildly. Finally, she begged him.
"Touch me there... please... oh, please... touch me... touch
it... go inside me... please." Earl ignored the panting woman.
Having covered her body, save her pussy, clitoris, and asshole,
with his hands, he went over her again, this time using his
tongue. She wailed in female heat.
After an hour, Earl was ready. He took off Beth's blindfold so
that she could see his naked, fully aroused body. His cock was
an iron-hard, 8-inch ramrod. Precum was leaking from its
engorged tip. The big purple head throbbed with masculine desire
for cunt. The veins bulged up and down its entire length. It
stood almost straight up, jerking, pulsing, a fully-loaded sex
gun ready to fire cum bullet after cum bullet into Beth's cunt.
Crawling onto the bed beside her, his rigid member whacking her
in the face, he untied her. She was moaning, unable to take her
eyes off of his throbbing phallus. He removed the bed covers and
placed a pillow in the middle of the bed. Once more, he put Beth
on her back in the bed, the pillow under her hips elevating her
cunt into perfect fucking position.
She shook her head and started to speak. Earl stopped her.
"Don't say anything until I ask you to speak. Look at my cock...
hard, erect, rigid, cum-filled, ready... ready for your cunt."
Beth stared at it, mesmerized. Earl spoke again. "Beth,
you've told me that you have rules and limits about sex. I know
that you love foreplay, stroking, caressing, touching, feeling,
probing... but you only allow your husband to make love to you.
Is that correct? Answer me."
Beth took a deep breath as her entire body shuddered and shook.
Finally, she replied, "Yes. That's correct. I've never been
this hot in my entire life... never... but, but I only make love
with my husband."
"I don�t want to make love to you, Beth. Your husband makes
love to you. I want to fuck you... ravish your hot cunt... pump
you hard... fast... make you scream in orgasm... over and over
and over... then fill your cunt with my cum... again and again
and again. Look at the cock. You will cum as soon as I put it
in you. When I fuck it in and out, you will cum again... and you
will continue to cum for as long as I choose to fuck you."
"Do you want me to fuck you? You have to ask for it. I'm not
going to give it to you unless you ask me to put it in your cunt
and fuck you."
The shuddering and trembling of Beth's body increased to near
violent contractions and vibrations. Her ass rose off the pillow
and arched high in the air; her thighs gaped wide totally
exposing her throbbing, wet cunt hole; her hands flew to her
shaking tits where they grabbed each mound in a death grip that
caused them to bulge outward. When her fingers pinched the
nipples hard, a thin stream of lubricating juices poured from her
vagina.
"OOOHHHHH GODDDDDD.... PUT IT IN MY CUNT... PLEASE...
HURRY... I'M DYING... I'VE GOT TO HAVE IT... PUT IT IN MY CUNT..
FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
"From now on, Beth, you spread when I tell you to spread; you
fuck when I tell you to fuck. Your limits no longer apply to
fucking... they only apply to making love... RIGHT?"
"YES! YES! YESSSS! OH YESSS... no more limits for
fucking... hurry... I'm dying... please... fuck me!"
Suddenly, Beth's wild shrieks changed to muted groans... then
to soft whispers, "Please Earl... I need you in me so badly...
put your cock in me... take me... anytime... you can fuck me
whenever you want me... just, just fuck me now... please."
Earl climbed onto the bed and mounted the moaning woman. Beth
spread herself wider to allow the man between her legs to move
deep into her sex saddle. Her feet pressed downward arching her
hips off the bed to bring her opening into perfect fucking
position.
"Put my cock in you, Beth. Put it where you want it the most."
Deric's wife pushed her hand between their bodies downward to
her cunt. Moving forward, she searched the space between her
thighs and in moments felt the jerking rod a few inches away from
her waiting, eager vagina. She wrapped her hand around the
shaft, surprised that is was so thick she could just barely
encircle it. Frantically, she pulled it toward her body. The
throbbing head missed its target and struck her erect, engorged
clitoris. Earl's cock throbbed against the turgid female organ.
It exploded in Beth's first orgasm.
"GGGGHHHHHAAAAEEEE... UUUNNGGHHHHHHHHHHH..."
She pushed the head one inch lower and it found the opening.
Earl immediately pushed two inches of the thick shaft into her
body. Her orgasm intensified:
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH... GODDD... UUGGHHH..."
Beth's cunt throbbed wildly, opening ... closing ... as the
spastic contractions surged through her. When Earl felt her
vagina open, he drove two more inches into the throbbing female
hole.
"AAAhhhhhhhhhhh... yessss... you're fucking meeeeeeeeee....
oohhhhh fuck meeeeeeeee..."
Lust surged through Earl's body... lust and desire to bury his
spear fully into the woman writhing and moaning beneath him. His
hips thrust the cock inward. Beth's pussy had no option but to
stretch wide open admitting the thick phallus to her wet, pulsing
depths. All eight, thick inches of cock thudded solidly into her
cunt pit. Beth grunted as the bloated head ground into her
cervix.
"AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH... AH HUH... AH HUH... AH HUH... AH
HUH... " over and over.
Earl pulled his cock out until only one inch was still inside
the hot hole. His second thrust buried all 8 inches into her.
After the second thrust, his hands moved beneath her ass to hold
her in fucking position as he fucked relentlessly in and out of
the babbling female. She came again.
For five minutes, Earl rammed his cock in and out of her 60 to
70 times a minute. Beth came again. After two minutes, she was
having near continuous orgasms. Her tongue lolled out; her eyes
rolled up; her legs jerked straight up into the air, rigid, fully
extended, her toes curling back.
"Oohhhh god, Earl... You're killing meeeeeeeeee... ugh ugh
ugh... too hard... stop... oh stop... too hard... uunngghhhhh..."
The rutting male in her cunt was about to shoot in his first
load. There was no way he had any intention of stopping, or
slowing down, or fucking her slower. Instead, his cock flashed
in and out of the upturned cunt with even faster speed. Beth
howled with the intense pleasure. When she felt the cock
expanding and jerking inside her cunt, she knew her lover was
pouring his load deep inside her cunt. She came again. Earl
collapsed on top of her heaving body.
Fifteen minutes later, Beth was in doggy position, her head on
the bed, her ass high in the air. Earl stood on the floor behind
her, fucking his newly hardened cock into her cunt with one
authoritative stroke after another.
"Take that you teasing Bitch!" sssssssssss...TTTUNNK. Beth's
body was jarred forward when the cockhead slammed into her womb
and Earl's balls bounced against her erect clitoris.
"And that..." sssssssssss...TTTUNNK.
"And that..." sssssssssss...TTTUNNK.
"And that..." sssssssssss...TTTUNNK.
"Oohhh yes! Fuck me like that, Lover. I'm gonna cum again...
GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Beth had two more climaxes before Earl pumped his second load
into her pussy.
Earl let Beth rest while he went to the kitchen and returned
with some wine and sandwiches. They ate in bed, not caring if
the got crumbs or whatever in the bed. Streaked with semen and
Beth's cunt juices, the sheets and bedcovers were going to have
to be washed anyway.
Earl finished his sandwich first and then ate his dessert, the
hot, wet pussy between Beth's thighs. His tongue explored the
lips and up and down the throbbing slit before settling on her
engorged clitoris. Deric's wife moaned as her hips thrust her
cunt against her lover's lips.
When Earl felt her cunt beginning to throb, signaling her
approaching climax, he thrust two fingers into her cunt hole.
They quickly searched out the mound of flesh just behind her
clitoris where they began to work the G-spot in time to the
motions of his tongue up and down the shaft of her sensitive
clit. Beth only lasted another 30 seconds before erupting. Her
juices, which rarely spurted, did so this time.
Earl was hard again by the time Beth's contractions had ebbed.
He knew she was too tired to ride his cock, so once again, he
mounted the moaning female and thrust his prick into her wide
open cunt. She moaned softly as it sank to the bottom of her
channel. Her moans changed to the female demands as the fucking
continued.
"Oh yes. Like that... like that you hard, hot bastard. Fuck
my married cunt, Stud. You like fucking Deric's wife? Spreading
her... fucking her cunt... making the slut cum? Aaaahhh...
shit... you're gonna make me cum again... aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
It was 2 AM before Earl left. When we left by the front door,
four loads of cum pooled deep inside Beth's fucked out cunt. A
fifth load coated the inside of her belly.
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The next night, Beth sat in her den wondering if Earl would
visit her again tonight. Her pussy still tingled with the
intense fucking he had given her. "God, he was wild... so hot,"
she thought while wondering what she was going to tell her
husband when he returned. Should she just not tell him? She
knew that wouldn't work. Earl was going to be fucking her a lot
and sooner or later Deric would find out. She had to tell him
somehow.
The doorbell interrupted her thoughts. She answered the bell
and found Gregg Lemmon standing on her doorstep.
"Hi, Beth. Last week when we went out to dinner and then came
back here, something very important to me got very rudely
interrupted. I think we were dancing right here in your den.
Your body was pressed hard against mine; I had my hands under
your dress caressing your beautiful ass. At that point, I told
you to take off your panties. And at that moment, we were rudely
interrupted. Do you remember? I found myself standing on your
doorstep, alone, my cock so hard it could drive nails with it."
Beth was shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Gregg. I really am. I
should never have done that after letting you caress me and feel
me, and ... everything."
"I understand. You had rules and limits about fucking."
"I still have some rules and limits about making love. But...
I don't have any about fucking... not anymore."
Gregg went to the hi-fi, put on the same music as was playing
the previous week. Pulling Beth into his arms, he kissed her,
ran his hand beneath her skirt onto her ass, and began dancing
with her. She moaned and pressed her mound against his bulge,
which was becoming more and more prominent with each passing
second.
"I think this is about where we left off last week, don't you?"
he asked.
"Close, but not quite, Lover."
"What's missing?"
"Your order for me to take off my panties."
"Take off your panties, Beth. I'm going to fuck you."
Beth didn't hesitate for a moment. She lifted her skirt up
high enough to hook her thumbs in the waistband of her panties
and pushed them down her thighs to the floor where she stepped
out of them, kicking them into the corner as an after thought.
"My cunt's naked, Gregg. Naked for you and very, very ready."
Gregg began to move their coupled bodies slowly around the den,
his hands once again on Beth's ass. She had her eyes closed and
her head resting on Gregg's shoulder. Slowly, he raised her
skirt higher until her bare ass cheeks were exposed. His fingers
ran up and down the length of her ass crease until it was
centered directly in line with her hole. He pushed his fingers
inward impaling the hot blonde. The entry forced her mound hard
against his now throbbing shaft.
Gregg moved Beth across the room until he had her up against
the sofa. "Bend over, Beth. You know the position. Assume it."
Gregg's cock surged to almost painful erection as he stripped
his clothes off while watching Deric's wife bending over the back
of the couch, moving her heels far apart, thrusting her ass high,
and then reaching back with both hands to pull herself open for
him. Gregg moved behind her and positioned his cock at the
entrance to Beth's cunt.
A moment later, Gregg buried his cock inside Beth and began
fucking her with hard steady strokes that slugged into the bottom
of her cunt. After a dozen strokes, Beth moaned, "OOoooooohhhh
fuckk... I'm cumminggg!" Her cunt was still convulsing around
his surging cock when Gregg exploded, shooting several gushes of
potent semen into the neck of her womb.
Gregg stayed until midnight. The couple fucked once on the
sofa and a second time on the kitchen table while they were
fixing something to eat. After that, Beth led her lover to her
bedroom where she rode his hard dick to several intense orgasms
before he ejaculated inside her for the fourth time.
It was almost midnight, when Gregg pulled himself out of her
bed and said, "God... you're incredible. Need to get home...
have to get up for work at 7 AM." As he was about to put on his
briefs, Beth rose up, turned over onto her stomach, and then,
very slowly, pulled her knees under her body and arched her ass
high. Before lowering her head to the bed, she looked back in
the direction of her upraised ass at Gregg who was staring at her
gaping, exposed cunt, and whispered softly,
"Can you fuck me one more time before you leave, Honey?
Please. Just fuck me once more, and I promise to let you leave."
She pushed her hand between her thighs, spread her pussy open
with her fingers, lowered her head onto the bed, spread her knees
as wide as she could, and waited. She didn't have to wait long.
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At 6:30 PM, on Friday, the phone in the Gelling house rang.
Mindy Felling answered. "Hello?"
"Hi, Mindy. This is Beth Forgan, Deric's wife."
"Oh hi, Beth. Is there a problem?"
"As a matter of fact, there is. Is Blair home? He brought
over some papers last week for Deric's attention and I think I
lost one set of them. Can I speak with him?
"Sure. Just a sec. I'll get him."
When Blair answered, Beth asked in a low whisper, "Can you
talk? Is Mindy close by?"
"She went back to the den to watch the end of the TV show."
"I need for you to come over tonight around 8 PM. The last
time you were here you left some important business unfinished.
I believe you had me spread out on my couch, my bra and panties
off, my dress bunched around my waist. You had gotten me hot,
played with my pussy and clit and were about to take off your
clothes and fuck me, when I rudely and improperly interrupted
you. Remember?"
"I don't think I will ever forget it."
"At 8 PM, I promise that I'll be on my couch, my dress around
my hips, no panties, no bra, just my heels. I'll be spread out
just like you had me last week. My legs will be open and I'll be
more than ready to take care of a man like a woman should take
care of one. The front door will be unlocked. I would really
appreciate it if you could find the time to come over and finish
me properly while I take care of you... anyway you want... for as
long as you want. I'll be waiting. I hope you can make it."
By 11 PM, Blair had made it four times and Beth at least ten
times. After he had left, she smiled at the thought of Blair
trying to get it up again to fuck his wife.
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Deric's Return
Promptly at 8:30 PM, Deric Forgan rang the doorbell of the
Lemmon's home. Lori answered promptly. She smiled when she saw
Deric in the doorway and impulsively leaned forward and offered
him her lips. Even though he knew her husband was watching,
Deric accepted her offer and kissed her passionately.
"Thank you, Lori. I really needed that welcome home."
"The pleasure was all mine," she smiled.
Taking off his jacket, Deric took a chair. Earl Bullmer and
Blair Felling sat in two lounge chairs opposite Deric while Gregg
and Lori Lemmon occupied the couch. Directly in front of the
couch was a glass-topped coffee table. On the top of the table
there rested three fans containing ten $100 dollar bills each.
The fans were perfectly laid out, symmetric and placed
side-by-side.
Lori spoke for the group. "Well, we have a problem in deciding
who won the bet, Deric."
"How can that be? Someone either fucked my wife or they
didn't. Not much problem there."
"Well, if you remember, you specifically stated that each guy
would get one attempt to seduce your wife. Gregg tried first.
He got her panties off and felt her pussy, but that's as far as
he got. She asked him to leave. Next, Blair tried. He went
over to your house, told Beth he had some papers for you. Before
she asked him to leave, he had dress bunched around her waist,
her bra and panties off, and was rubbing her clit and finger
fucking her. That's as far as he got.
"Frankly, I'm surprised they even got that far. You two must
be really seductive. What about Earl?"
"After Gregg and Blair failed, we knew that a one-time try in
one evening would fail. So Earl courted your wife and worked on
her from Friday afternoon to Wednesday night. He took her
dancing on Friday, to a stage play on Saturday, and watched an
erotic DVD with her on Sunday when he finally kissed her numerous
times. On Monday, he took her to the mountains for lunch and
then hiking. He got her in the grass beside a brook during the
hike, got her tits out, sucked her nipples, then got her shorts
open and caressed her belly and mound. That's as far as he
attempted to go.
"On Tuesday, he danced with your wife at your house and then
offered her a massage, which she accepted. He had her strip to
panties and bra and then spent an hour caressing every part of
her with his hands and then his tongue... every part that is
except for her nipples, her ass, her cunt, and her clitoris. She
was boiling hot when he left the house."
"On Wednesday night, he caressed and played with your wife
until she was begging him for it. Finally, he took her to your
master bedroom and fucked her to a couple of dozen orgasms and
shot five loads of cum up your wife's hot cunt."
"So, it's obvious that Earl fucked your wife, but he met her
more than once, so we're not sure who won the bet. The money's
on the table if you think you won."
"Oh," continued Lori, "and by the way, after Earl fucked her on
Wednesday night, Gregg went by your house Thursday evening and
fucked her soundly. On Friday, Beth called Blair and asked him
to come over finish her properly. He finished her ten times and
himself four times."
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!" Deric said enthusiastically.
"Who won the bet? I won, not the bet or the money, but I won. I
never had any intention of taking money from my friends. I just
asked for the money to be put up as a stake to ensure that my
friends would give every possible effort to seduce and fuck Beth.
What I've won is the elimination of her ridiculous rules and
limits that clearly no longer exist. If they don't exist for
Gregg, Blair, and Earl, I'm hoping that they no longer exist for
me. I don't think they will when I ask my wife to explain her
totally slutty behavior while I was gone. Thank you, my friends.
I really appreciate what you've done for me."
"Well, what can I say," Blair grinned. "I can always be
counted on when a friend needs my help. Anyway, if you won't
take our money, how about joining us for golf this coming Tuesday
afternoon at 1 PM. We always play on Tuesdays... Every week.
We've asked you before, but you've refused. How about it? Join
us?"
"Give me a few weeks to catch up at my office and I promise
I'll join you. I don't play golf as good as I bowl, but it will
be fun anyway."
With that Deric zipped up his jacket and walked toward the
door. Halfway out, Lori stopped him. "Before you leave, I want
to know if you still believe that most women are unavailable,
that it's essentially impossible to get them into bed? Do you?"
"I really don't know. Obviously, your analysis wasn't accurate
for Beth. Gregg and Blair both failed in their efforts, and Earl
only succeeded by working on her for six days, everyday.
However, I realize that Beth is atypical. For the normal woman,
you could be right. But all of you need to provide me some
cogent data."
"Like what?" Lori wanted to know.
"How many men have seduced and fucked you, Lori, since you and
Gregg were married. Not counting Gregg, of course."
Lori blushed furiously. "Why don't you ask me when my husband
isn't in the room?"
"I'm asking you now. You asked me the same question about my
wife and a lot more, and you told all of us that you knew that
Gregg had fucked Marion Carver several times. So how many,
Lori?"
"Fourteen," she said softly. The surprise on Gregg's face was
obvious. Apparently, he had known about some of the men but not
all.
"Well, that goes a long ways toward proving your point, Lori.
Earl, how about your wife Tamara? How many cocks have fucked her
since the two of you were married?"
"You need to ask her that question. I'm not sure."
"Reasonable response. Obviously, Gregg didn't know that Lori
has been screwed by 14 cocks. Make your best estimate... the
ones you know about or strongly suspect."
"Probably... probably about 9 or 10."
"The numbers are mounting. That's about 23 or 24 men who have
been inside Lori's and Tamara's cunts," summarized Deric.
"Blair, your turn. How many men do you think have seduced and
screwed Mindy?"
Blair had already been counting, waiting for the question. He
didn't hesitate. "Like Earl, I can't be sure. Women have
secrets just like men, but I know that at least 8 men have fucked
her."
"So we're now up to at least 31 men in your wives," revised
Deric. "If we add in Beth, who's now had the three of you, our
four wives have been laid by at least 34 different men since
marriage. I guess I would have to say that I agree with your
analysis, Lori.
"I'll see all of you later. I'm anxious to get home to my
wife. She has some explaining to do."
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As soon as Deric entered his home carrying his large suitcase,
Beth rushed to greet him. She threw her arms around his neck and
crushed her body and her lips against his. It was different than
any "welcome home" he ever received from his wife.
His "welcome home" quickly turned into much more than that.
Beth wrapped her legs around his and ground her mound up and down
his leg as her tongue speared into her husband's mouth.
"Oh.. god! I've missed you," she moaned, her hand going to his
crotch where she found his 8-inch cock fully erect and jerking
inside his pants. "Ooohhh Yes! I want this. NOW! Take me to
the bedroom and give it to me!"
Without a word, Deric scooped his wife up into his arms and
carried her into the master bedroom. Thrilled at husband's
action, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as her hips
thrust uncontrollably up and down in his arms. She moaned softly
all the way to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Deric deposited his squirming wife in the
middle of the bed. She raised her legs and yanked her dress up
to her waist. "Oh hurry, Honey... Please hurry. I want you in
me... I need you inside me!"
"Take off your clothes," her husband ordered.
"Wouldn't you like to take them off of me, Lover?" she teased.
"If I wanted to take them off of you, I would have. Now,
strip! Get your ass naked!"
Beth's smile began to fade to be replaced with a nervous,
concerned frown. She unzipped her dress and slipped it from her
shoulders, teasingly.
"You can strip faster than that. Hurry up. Get naked!
Totally naked."
Twenty seconds later, Deric's wife was totally naked. "Aren't
you going to take off your clothes and join me?" she whimpered.
"No. Not yet. Lie on your back. Put a pillow under your ass.
Now!"
Beth's body was trembling as she pulled a pillow down to her
hips and mounted it.
"Raise your legs, knees bent, feet on the bed." A moment later
he said, "Good. Now spread your feet as wide apart as you can,
put your hands behind your knees and pull your legs up and back.
I want your cunt and ass on full display. DO IT!"
"Now we're going to have a little chat. You are not to close
your legs or lower them to the bed. If you do, our chat is over,
and I'll leave. And make certain that your ass stays on that
pillow."
"When I fuck you, how many times am I allowed to cum by your
rules that you've explained to me more times than I can count?"
"Oh Honey... please let me explain. I'm ..."
"Stop! When I want explanations, I will ask for them. Answer
my questions and only my questions if you're still interested in
being married to me."
"All right, Baby. Just please don't leave me. Please," she
whimpered.
" By your rules, Beth, when I fuck you, how many times am I
allowed to cum?"
"One time", Beth whispered.
"Louder!"
"ONCE."
"And how many orgasms do you allow yourself?"
"Two or less."
"How many men fucked you while I was in Los Angeles working
like a slave for two weeks?"
"Ohhh please, Darling... I'm so sorry. I just ... "
"I won't tell you again. Just answer my questions. How many
men fucked you while I was in Los Angeles?"
"THREE!"
"How many times did your first lover cum in you?"
"Five. Once in my mouth and four times in me."
"Where?"
"In my pussy."
"Where?"
"In my cunt."
"That cunt? The one you're showing me like a whore?"
"Yes. The one I'm showing you. Between my legs."
"When he screwed you, how many orgasms did you have?"
"A lot. I lost count. Truthfully, Honey. I don't know."
"I believe you. And your second lover? How many times did you
allow him to cum?"
"He didn't ask my permission. He shot off in me as much as he
wanted to."
"And how many times was that?"
"Five, I think. And I don't know how many climaxes I had. It
seemed like I was having them continuously. I'm so sorry.
Please don't leave me. Are my legs up high enough, Darling? Can
you see how wet and hot I am for you?"
"Keep them up. The third man? How many times?"
"Four. And this time I counted my climaxes. I had about ten."
"So you let three different men fuck you and pump 14 loads of
cum into your cunt or mouth. You had probably 50 orgasms. Fair
enough summary?"
"Yes... fair enough," she whispered. "Oh Darling, I'm so hot.
May I rub my clit?"
"No, but you may pull your cunt open while we talk... pull it
open and keep it open." Beth's fingers sought out her labia and
spread them wide, exposing the dark, wet, pink channel of her
cunt.
"Now I want you to tell me why you let three men screw you and
fill you with 14 loads of cum while you came 50 or so times when
if I had been the one with you, I would have been limited to one
orgasm each time, three in all, and you would have been careful
not to have more than six orgasms. Why do you do that?"
"Ooohhh God... I didn't mean to. I was just going to tease
them, show off my body to them, get them hot and then make them
leave. You've never minded me showing off before. I thought it
would be ok. But they were so persistent. I just got hotter and
hotter and hotter until finally I was begging the third man to
fuck me. Of course he did. After that, I couldn't resist any
longer. The other two men came back the next two days and they
both screwed me. I didn't plan it. Please forgive me, Darling.
I promise never to do it again."
Deric took off his clothes while his wife watched. The sight
of his rigid cock made her totally exposed cunt begin to throb.
Deric saw her hole opening and closing... pulsing ... juices
cascading down her ass crack.
He moved his head right in front of her elevated ass and cunt
and stared into her throbbing cunt hole. "You're hot... boiling
hot... you want it don�t you?"
"Ooohhh god yes... please... do it to me... I'm dying... I feel
like I'm going to cum without touching my clit."
"Beth, you know I'm angry, but you have no idea why I'm angry."
"Of course I do, Darling. I was a total slut letting those men
fuck me. You have every right to be angry. I'll never do it
again if you'll just forgive me."
"No. That has nothing whatsoever to do with my anger. I'm
furious that you behaved like a real woman with them but a
demanding, castrating shrew with me. Do have any idea how
humiliating it is for a man to have his wife tell him how many
times he can cum, how many times he is allowed to make her cum,
when he can fuck her, how he can fuck her, what positions he's
allowed to use? But with other men, you give them everything."
"Oh my god... you really mean you're not angry because I got
fucked by three men?"
"Not only am I not angry, I find it incredibly hot. That's why
my cock is hard as stone right now. I keep thinking about how
they fucked you. Shit! That's so hot. I want you to keep doing
that... I love having a hot woman for a wife... a woman who likes
sex so much that sometimes she can't keep a man out of her
panties and pussy... but I want her to be like that with me as
well."
His wife smiled, pulled her legs even higher and opened her
lips as wide as she could. "Deric, I swear to you that from now
on, I'm going to be the hot wife of your dreams... you can have
me anytime, anyway, anywhere you want. No more limits, no more
rules... just my hot, wet cunt throbbing, waiting for you fuck
it."
Deric stabbed his tongue into his wife's throbbing hole and
licked upward until it was on her clitoris, working the shaft and
flicking over the dancing tip. Beth screamed and came instantly.
Her juices spurted out like a miniature fire hose drenching her
husband's face, her pussy, and her ass as well as the bed sheets.
Deric didn't let up. His lips sucked the throbbing pleasure
bud into his mouth and tortured it with his tongue. The woman
under him wailed helplessly; her vagina contracted hard whooshing
air; her asshole contracted in a series of hard spasms as one
orgasm after another exploded in her cunt.
After ten minutes of near continuous orgasms, his wife's chest
was heaving from the exertion. She tried desperately to catch
her breath. Her abdominal muscles contracted in one intense
spasm after another. She was unable to stop moaning.
"Oohh, ooohh, oohh, ooohh, oohh, ooohh, oohh, ooohh, oohh,
ooohh, oohh. Please... please... Darling... Let me rest...
aahhh god... unbelievable... put your cock in me ... please...
fuck your slutty wife."
Deric mounted her and began fucking his wife. Over the next
hour, he hammered his cock in and out of all of her orifices.
After two weeks with no sex, his first two loads were massive.
He put one deep inside her cunt and the second in her mouth after
warning her to swallow every drop. She did and then licked his
cock clean.
His third, fourth, fifth, and sixth ejaculations were smaller,
but each one was heaven itself as he felt his wife's body
convulsing around his embedded organ each time he pumped cum into
her.
Later, the exhausted couple lay in each other's arms caressing
their partner's body and kissing. "That was the most marvelous
sex of my life, Deric. Thank you... not only for the sex but for
forgiving me and making me feel so womanly and sensuous."
"I love having you womanly and sensuous. That's been my
fantasy for years."
"Well, it's for real now, Lover. But you know that I'm never
going to be able to resist the advances of other men all the
time."
"I hope not. I really hope not." He kissed his wife again.
=================================
Monday afternoon, Deric was in his office thinking about the
events of the past week. He really owed Earl. On an impulse, he
called his office to say thank you. His secretary answered.
"Mr. Bullmer's office. How may I help you?"
"Hi. This is Deric Forgan. I'm a good friend of Mr. Bullmer.
Is he in? I'd like to speak with him."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Forgan. You called about 20 minutes too late.
He has left for the afternoon."
"Is it a business engagement? I might be able to reach him
there."
"Just a moment. I'll check his schedule." A moment later,
Earl's secretary was back on the line. "No. He just said he was
going to take the afternoon off. My guess is that he's playing
golf. You can probably reach him on his cell phone."
"Ok. Thank you." Deric was deep in thought after he had hung
up the phone. He had known Earl for years and never heard of him
leaving his office right after lunch if it wasn't for business
reasons. His golf game was on Tuesday, not Monday. Then he
smiled and thought, 'I think I know where he is.'
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It took Deric 15 minutes to drive home. He parked down the
street, walked to his house, and let himself in through the
garage door. Earl's car was parked inside the garage out of
sight of the neighbors.
Opening the door carefully, he silently moved into position to
see into the den. It was empty. A moment later he was in the
hallway leading to the master bedroom. They had been too anxious
to close the door.
Earl was sitting on the bed, naked save for his jockey shorts.
Beth was on her hands and knees in a chair beside the bed. Her
ass was thrust in the Earl's direction. All she wore was a
garter belt, stockings, and 4-inch heels. Her tits were bouncing
as she humped her ass up and down on the two fingers she was
plunging in and out of her cunt right in front of Earl's face.
When Earl reached for her, she backed herself up to the bed
where he sat waiting. She continued to move her hips in hot fuck
motions as Earl stood behind her and placed his arms around her
waist.
Deric could see Earl's hand slid over Beth's pussy mound while
his other hand cupped her tit. Beth's hands were covering
Earl's, and she was clearly pushing his hand tightly into her
mound.
Earl continued to fondle Beth's ass as they kissed
passionately. When his wife broke the kiss, she got down onto
her knees in front of Earl. Deric's cock hardened to a rigid
spike as he watched his wife sucking on the large, thick cock.
Earl kept one hand behind Beth's head pulling it forward so that
his organ sank deeper and deeper into her mouth and then into her
throat.
Finally, Earl pulled Deric's wife to her feet and laid her on
the bed. He peeled off his briefs and moved next to her. A
moment later, he was again kissing her lips. As they kissed,
Deric saw that Bullmer's cock was standing straight out.
Earl continued licking and kissing his way down Beth's belly
until his lips reached her pussy mound. He skillfully worked his
tongue in the area around her pussy causing Beth to begin lifting
her pelvis up into his face.
Earl spread Deric's wife's thighs apart and begin licking her
slit. Beth arched her hips higher for him, and Deric saw the
tongue spreading his wife's pink folds. With a deep groan, Beth
spread her legs far apart allowing Earl complete access to her
cunt. She also placed her hands on his head as he moved into
position between her legs giving himself better access with his
tongue.
He slipped his big hands under Beth's thighs and lifted them
back almost touching her tits as he feverishly worked his tongue
inside her throbbing cunt. Beth's pelvis was rocking up into her
lover's face as she held her hands behind her knees keeping
herself wide open for him.
Deric saw that his wife's eyes were shut tight as her body
quivered from the intense pressure and stimulation that the
tongue was giving to her. Her body began to shake violently as
she kicked her feet out like a bronco in heat. Her first orgasm
burst inside her clitoris. A shrill female scream filled the
bedroom.
As Beth's scream intensified, Earl continued moving his tongue
against her clitoris. Slowly he reduced the pressure of his
tongue allowing her to calm down and catch her breath.
He lifted himself up onto his knees between Beth's thighs. It
was obvious that he was getting ready to mount the moaning woman.
Leaning over, he kissed, then bit her tits. Her moans changed
to gasps.
Deric was stroking his own cock as he watched Earl reach down
between his legs, take his thick cock in his hand, and gently
slip its large mushroom head into Beth's pussy slit, wetting the
head with her juices. A few seconds later, the big head was
pushed into her opening. Her body tensed knowing that she was
about to be fucked.
With one inch of cock inside her hole, Earl relaxed and waited
a moment before moving himself forward sinking another inch into
her throbbing cunt. Deric heard his wife moan, her mouth opened
wide, her hips rose into position to take the huge cock. Earl
stroked his cock back and forth inside her sex channel until he
had all eight inches of cock inside her hot cunt hole. She
rested her heels on his ass and held his arms as Earl began to
fuck her with steady, authoritative male thrusts.
After five minutes of steady fucking, Earl began to screw Beth
with increasing speed and force. Deric could now hear the man's
cock thudding into the bottom of his wife's cunt. His own cock
lurched and throbbed when he saw Earl raise Beth's legs over his
shoulders. The fucking increased to a furious pace as he rammed
himself in and out of her squishing cunt hole with greater and
greater force.
Beth was now begging her lover to fuck her harder. He did and
she began a high pitched groaning and squealing while being
thoroughly screwed by the stud mounted on her. Earl was now
banging her forcefully, causing her head to slide up the pillow
each time he lunged forward. Fascinated, Deric watched Earl's
cock slipping inside his wife, and with each thrust, his ball
sack slap against her naked ass. Deric could just imagine how
full of sperm Earl's balls were and knew that the man had every
intention of sending that huge load of seed deep inside his
wife's belly.
The thrusts became more labored as the large cock banged into
Beth's stretched pussy with little or no mercy. Earl had only
one thought at the moment as he thrust in and out of the gasping
woman's cunt... to send his cum load deep inside her belly.
At that moment, Earl let out a loud grunt and screamed that he
was going to cum. He slammed into Beth one last time and held
himself deep inside her cunt as his load of thick hot cum emptied
into her belly. Deric could imagine the thick streams of semen
hitting her cervix and possibly swimming up that little canal
looking for Beth's eggs.
Just before he slipped out of his house, Deric watched as Earl
finally dismounted his wife leaving her with a belly full of his
thick, hot cum. Looking between his wife's widely splayed legs,
he could see her pussy gaping wide open from the intense
stretching it had just received, oozing the semen of his good
friend.
As he climbed back into his car, he looked at his watch, 2:30
PM. He wasn't due home until three more hours. He had no doubt
at all that before he left, Earl would fuck several more loads
into his hot slut wife.
"Well," he thought. "I've always wanted a hot, sensuous wife,
and now I certainly have one." He loved it.
=====================================
Tuesday Afternoon - 1 PM:
Tamara Bullmer heard the doorbell ring and wondered who it
might be at this early hour on a Tuesday afternoon. She opened
the door with a smile. Deric Forgan stood on her doorstep.
"Hi, Deric. Earl just left with Blair for the golf course 15
minutes ago. You just missed him. If you hurry, you can
probably catch them before they tee off."
Deric moved into the Bullmer's front room, closing the door
behind him. "I know. They asked me play with them. I'm sure
Earl told you."
"He did. He said you turned them down because you had too much
work to do at the office."
"I lied."
"What? What do you mean you lied? You never lie."
"I lied."
"Why?" Tamara asked, confused.
"Simple. I decided visiting you would a lot more interesting
and fun than playing golf."
"What are you talking about?"
Deric smiled devilishly at the beautiful brunette as he removed
his jacket and then began to unbutton his shirt. "As I say, it's
very simple. Your kids are in school for the rest of the
afternoon. Your husband is busy hitting a golf ball around a
field for the next four hours or so. I asked Lori Lemmons about
your period when I was at her house last Saturday night. Your
period doesn't start for another week. You don't have a cold,
the flu, or anything else incapacitating. You're a sensuous,
gorgeous woman. I know you find me attractive and intriguing,
particularly considering the events of the last month, which I
know Lori told you all about."
Deric finished removing his shirt, exposing the rippling
muscles of his athletic physique. As Tamara watched, her mouth
open, her tongue moving slowly over her top lip, Deric stripped
to his just his jockey briefs that showed the huge bulge of his
fully erect eight-inch cock. He pulled Earl's wife into his arms
and kissed her passionately while exploring her lush body still
fully concealed beneath her clothes.
Breaking the kiss, he blew warm air into her ear sending
shivers up and down her spine, then he whispered softly, "You've
seen me bowl. My shots always hit the pocket dead center and the
pins just explode. This afternoon, my shots are going to hit
your pocket dead center, and you're going to explode as I fuck
you... many, many times... shot after shot right into your
pocket."
Tamara backed up, her hands at her breasts as a sultry mask
came over her face. She squeezed both mounds and then ran a hand
to her crotch and groaned. "Ooohhh yesssssssss!!! Right in my
pocket. Hmmmmmm, yessss! C'mon Honey, let's you and me do it.
Let's fuck!!"
Deric ripped off his briefs as Tamara stared at his throbbing
sex weapon, rigid and erect. He pulled her fully clad body
against his naked one and kissed her passionately, his tongue
driving into her mouth...hard... deep. Her mouth flew open in
eager response.
"Ooohhh god... why did you wait so long?... When Earl fucks me,
Deric, I fantasize that it's your cock in me. Get me naked and
fuck me, Stud. Hurry... I can't wait any longer."
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"GGGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" came the shriek of intense female
pleasure as Tamara's cunt throbbed and contracted around the
8-inch plunger that reamed in and out of her sex cylinder.
She hissed and groaned as the cock fucked her harder... the
squishing noises Deric's big cock made as it slugged in and out
of her cum-filled vagina drove them both over the edge again.
"Oooohhh god! Deric... I'm cumming... I'm, I'm cumminggg ag...
ag... again! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!."
"OH yeah... me too... SHOOTING IT INTO YOU NOW... YOU HOT SEXY
BITCH! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH... CUMMING IN YOUR HOT CUNT!"
The bed was a wreck. Sheets, spread, covers were strewn all
around the room. The one sheet remaining was soaked with
Tamara's cunt juices, Deric's semen, and the saliva from their
oral couplings.
Tamara was mounted on Deric's cock at the moment... her hips
sliding deliciously up and down his rigid fuck stick. She kept
her clit mashed firmly against the base of his cock each time her
fuck tube descended down his shaft. The thick white froth of
churned cunt juices and semen coated her vagina, her labia, her
inner thighs, Deric's cock, his balls, his thighs, and both of
their bellies. The erotic feeling of sliding their bodies
through their combined lubricating juices was indescribably hot.
Deric's cock surged and throbbed inside Tamara's hot female hole.
She thrilled every time she felt her lover's cock jerking in her
cunt.
Two hours passed with five cum loads fired into Earl's wife.
Deric's cock was red from use inside Tamara's holes. Her cunt
hole was stretched, cum-coated, her nether lips swollen and
engorged. Not only was her cunt stretched, but her asshole gaped
as well with one cum load pooled deep inside her bowels.
Deric slowly moved his cock in and out of the woman's mouth as
she sucked him. At first, she could only take 5 inches. He
pushed more in and she gagged. He pulled back and then advanced
again. Now she had 7 inches deep inside her throat as the lusty
male roared with intense masculine pleasure each time he felt the
gorgeous woman's lips squeezing his organ and her mouth trying to
suck the cum from his balls. The next load fired straight down
her throat into her belly.
Tamara was on her back, her legs pulled back as far as
possible. Her knees were touching the bed beside her heaving
tits. The position raised her cunt and ass holes obscenely. She
looked between her raised legs at Deric's head as he worked
slavishly between her thighs on both of her gashes and holes. Up
and down her cunt slit... over her clitoris... flicking it...
making it throb... back down her gash all the way to her ass.
His tongue dragged down the wet ass crease until it reached her
pliable asshole. He rimmed her as she squealed with delight...
the tongue entered... Tamara moaned and squealed louder.
Finally, her cunt whooshed air as her vagina contracted in one
hard spasm after another.
After shooting his sixth cum load into Tamara's sucking vaginal
sheathe, Deric's sex gun was empty. He improvised by kissing
every orifice of her body repeatedly. Finally, he finished her
one last time by using the dildo in her cunt and the vibrator on
her clitoris. The housewife wailed and screamed as her holes
erupted one final time. She lost bladder control and drenched
the bed.
Deric showered, got dressed, kissed Tamara tenderly, and left.
As he got into his car, he remembered something Tamara had said
when he first arrived. Earl had just left with Blair for their
golf game. Gregg's house was between Blair's and Earl's. If
Gregg was playing with them, Blair should have picked him up
before he stopped by to get Earl. As he drove home, Deric
wondered why Gregg had cancelled out on the golf game.
When Earl returned from the golf course, he found his wife
still asleep on the bed, her thighs wide open, with a small
stream of semen slowly seeping down her ass crease. He correctly
guessed whose cum load it was.
At almost the same time, Deric found his master bedroom a total
wreck. His wife was lying on the bed smiling at him when he
entered. Slowly, she opened her legs and pulled them back. Her
stretched cunt was awash with the churned white froth of male
semen and her cunt juices. "I told you I wouldn't be able to
resist the advances of other men," she whispered.
"Was Gregg good?"
"Doesn't my pussy look like he was good?"
"As good as me?"
"No. Why do you think I'm still lying here with my legs wide
open, Honey. I need a real stud to take care of my cunt. COME
FUCK ME!"
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