Wives' Night Out
by RLM
The Big Country Barn:
It was Friday night again, and, as usual, Steve Coulter was
alone with nothing to do but watch TV and wait for Ellen to come
home from her weekly "Wives' Night Out" with her three friends.
Actually, Steve didn't mind. It gave him a good opportunity to
do some wood working in his shop, surf the net, and occasionally,
go out for a drink with one or two of his golfing friends. In
addition, Ellen seemed much happier now that she had some time to
spend doing female things with her good friends. Before they
agreed to "Wives' Night Out", sex between them had grown somewhat
stale and was down to only a couple of times a week. Since
starting her once a week outing, Ellen was far more responsive in
bed, and they were now having sex much more often. Even better,
when they did have sex, Steve was usually having two orgasms and
Ellen three or more. All things considered, they both wished
they had started the practice sooner.
The four musketettes, as Steve thought of them, were Monica
Lucier, Amber Brickell, Anita Kurland, and Ellen. Monica and
Ellen were both secretaries with a very large legal firm. They
had a lot in common and had been best friends for at least five
years. Surprisingly, Steve hardly knew Monica's husband, Ellis.
In fact, he had only met him a few times at large celebrations.
He didn't dislike the man. It was just that Ellis' job as the
sales manager for a large car dealership and Steve's job as a
physics professor at the city's four-year college were so
different, the two men had little in common.
Jack Kurland, Anita's husband, was a faculty member in the
history department at Steve's college. He knew him fairly well
and on several occasions, Steve and Ellen had gone out to dinner
or to other activities with the Kurlands.
Amber Brickell, the fourth musketette who participated in
"Wives Night Out", was actually an unmarried divorcee, but the
other women liked her a lot, so she was a member of the group.
Steve agreed that "Wives Night Out" was a great idea, but in
spite of all the advantages, on this particular Friday, he was
bored.
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"Damn," I said aloud as I scanned the TV Guide. "There's not a
thing on that's worth watching. Just a bunch of reruns and
ridiculous sitcoms. Low-grade, chick shows at best."
Disgusted, I retreated to my wood shop to put the finishing
touches on the new end table for the den that I had been working
on for several weeks. When I entered my shop and saw it standing
against the wall completely finished, I was both pleased and
dismayed. The fact that it was a fine piece of work pleased me;
the fact that I had forgotten that I had completed the job
earlier in the week left me with nothing to do.
With nothing else to do, I decided to go out to a lounge, have
a drink, and listen to some music. Before leaving, I checked my
watch... 10 PM... plenty of time. There was no way Ellen would
be home before midnight. Most of the time, it was about midnight
when she returned, but sometimes it was almost 1 AM. It just
depended on how late the club or lounge where they were stayed
open or how long the late movie was.
Louie's Sports Bar was always a lively place... good drinks...
interesting guys... lots of arguments about who was going to win
what this year. Occasionally, there was even some fox who came
in showing a lot of leg or tit or both. All I ever did on those
occasions was look, but, what the hell, looking is fun too. I
decided to head for Louie's.
I was halfway to Louie's when I saw the big neon sign
advertising the "Big Country Barn", a very popular
country-western dance hall, bar, and pool hall, about a half mile
ahead. As I approached, I remembered that Ellen had been wearing
tight jeans, an equally tight, low-cut, top, and spike heels when
she left the house around 7 PM. I couldn't help wondering if the
"Big Country Barn" was their destination for the Wives Night Out.
It wasn't a situation in which Ellen refused to tell me where
they had gone on their nights out... in fact, she was always
eager to talk about all the fun things they had done. Some of
those things were sexy and erotic, but that's why our sex life
had improved a factor of 10 since "Wives Night Out" had started.
But when I asked her in advance where they were going, she would
usually say something like, "We haven't decided yet" or "I want
to have a great dinner somewhere and go to a movie but Amber
wants to go a club and drink and dance. We'll probably flip a
coin". The bottom line was I never knew in advance where they
would be going. The possibility that it was the "Big Country
Barn" was intriguing. Instead of driving past the big neon sign,
I turned into the Country Barn's parking lot.
Anita almost always drove their van on the Musketettes'
excursions. Ellen said it was big, roomy, and comfortable. I
hadn't looked out the window to see who was driving when the
group picked up my wife, but it seemed like a very good bet that
it was Anita. If so, I knew it would be easy to find the van in
the parking lot. If I didn't find it, I could head to Louie's.
If I did... well, I hadn't decided yet.
The parking lot was shaped like a big "U" with ample parking on
both sides of the Barn and some unmarked room in the back when
the crowds were large. I drove slowly down the east side of the
Barn checking each space with no luck. The cars thinned out
toward the back of the lot so the van was easy to spot. It was
parked among some trees in a wooded area. Four or five other
cars were parked in back, but not many. I continued past their
van, drove up the west side of the lot, found a vacant spot, and
parked.
I sat in my parked car for 10 minutes trying to decide what to
do. On the one hand, if I went inside and the women saw me, they
would know I was spying on them and Ellen would be embarrassed...
just as I would be if I went out with my friends bowling, and we
all saw my wife sitting in the cafe watching us. On the other
hand, my curiosity was overwhelming. Finally, I convinced myself
I wasn't really spying... I was just curious to see if they were
enjoying themselves. In the back of my mind, I knew that was
bull shit, but I wanted to see what was going on.
Ellen and I had been to the Big Country Barn a couple of times,
and I remembered the layout. The tables, booths, and dance floor
were toward the rear of the club. The bar was at the front, the
game room with video machines was east side, and the room with
the pool tables was on the west. None of the women had any
interest in video games, so I walked around the building and
entered on the east side.
Carefully, I looked out of the door into the table and dance
area. It wasn't hard to locate a table with ten people seated
around it... four attractive, sexy women surrounded by six eager
guys. As I watched, two of the men escorted Amber and Monica out
onto the dance floor. Two of the remaining four were seated on
either side of my wife talking to her and laughing. The other
two were seated close to Anita.
The two men seated next to Ellen were chatting with her. Every
so often one of them would say something or whisper in her ear.
She would laugh and either nod or shake her head. One of the men
had his hand on the nape of her neck softly stroking up and down.
Occasionally, she would tilt her head back, close her eyes, and
say sometime to the guy. The second man was leaning close, his
face less than a foot from her 36D breasts, with his hand under
the table. From my angle, he appeared to have his hand on my
wife's knee or lower thigh. Where ever he had it, it was still
as his arm wasn't moving.
I turned my attention to Anita. Her two suitors were also
sitting very close. One was slowly stroking her upper arm; the
other guy had his hand on the nape of her neck doing the same
thing to Anita as the guy was doing to Ellen. Each man had his
second hand hidden beneath the table. I looked to me like they
also had their hands on Anita's knees or her lower thighs, but in
this case, I could see from the movements of their arms that both
hands were slowly caressing Anita's legs.
It was very erotic to watch, but no more so than Ellen had
related to me a dozen times or more when she described what they
had done on their Wives Night Out adventures.
Scanning the dance floor, I saw that the man dancing with Amber
had her locked in a tight embrace with his hands on her buttocks.
As tightly as he was pressing her against his body, she had to
be feeling his erect cock. As they danced, she rested her head
on his shoulder with her face pressed into the side of his neck.
Not far away, I could see Monica and her partner. He also had
his hands on her ass pressing her tightly against his body and
his erection, but his hands were not stationary. As they danced,
they were roaming freely over her Monica's lush buttocks and
occasionally dipping downward to trace the crease of her ass to a
spot right at the junction of her thighs and ass. As the couple
danced and turned to give me a different angle, I could see that
not only were the man's hands moving, so were Monica's hips.
Their motion varied from small circular movements to small, but
definite coital thrusts.
Back at the table, one of the men was now leading Anita out
onto the dance floor as her second suitor watched. He didn't
appear to be disappointed, which meant he knew he would get a
turn on the floor with Anita in the near future. The other two
men were still talking to my wife who now had her eyes closed and
wasn't responding to their comments. Two hands were now softly
and slowly stroking the nape of her neck. Another hand was
beneath the table with the arm moving slowly. The fourth hand
was cupping one of my wife's tits and moving slowly as his lips
pressed against her neck.
I had an overpowering urge to look under the table. Moving
slightly closer, I took out my wallet and "accidentally" dropped
it onto the floor. Shaking my head for the benefit any
onlookers, I bent my knees and leaned over to retrieve it.
Opening the wallet, I pretended to check it to see if anything
had fallen out, and slowly rose to my feet. The entire action
had taken no more than five seconds, but that was more than
enough for me to see that Ellen had her legs crossed beneath the
table. The man's hand was slowly stroking her thigh slightly
above her knee. She was obviously enjoying the male attention,
but wasn't opening her legs.
I continued to watch my wife, and a few minutes later, one of
the men stood up, held out his hand, which my wife took. They
moved out onto the dance floor to join the other three
musketettes.
With all four of them now dancing, it was easy for me to
observe every thing. Monica's partner now had only one hand on
her ass. The other one was moving up and down the side of her
chest. Each time it reached her breast, it lingered... then
pressed against her large melon, squeezing it from the side.
Anita's ass was being openly fondled as the pair ground their
bodies together. Amber's hips were now grinding into her
partner's erection.
For a moment, I lost sight of my wife. When I spied her with
her dance partner, she also had her body plastered against the
man... her breasts mashed into his chest... her mound hard
against what had to be a very stiff erection. The man moved his
hands downward onto her ass. Immediately, Ellen pulled back and
said something. A moment later, the man's hands returned to the
small of her back where they stayed throughout the remainder of
their dance.
I again checked out the situation with Monica. She had now
moved away from her partner to create enough space between their
bodies for him to get his hands onto her breasts. Once he had
them in his hands, he turned Monica about so that his cock was
now grinding into her ass as his hands hefted, cupped, and
squeezed her tits. For a brief moment, I wondered if she had
worn a bra, but then I knew she had to be wearing one since her
tits were as big as my wife's. If she didn't have a bra on,
those big jugs would be bouncing and jiggling all over the place.
Eventually, Anita and Ellen returned to their table where the
two men waiting immediately took them back to the dance floor for
their turn with the two sexy women.
Once more, Anita's partner began to fondle and stroke her ass
as soon as she moved into his arms. This time, however, her
mound rotated and thrust against her partner's cock. I suddenly
realized that the guy who danced with the women second had a real
advantage over the man who got the first dance. They had already
been excited by the first man. I wondered if the second man
would have more luck with my wife than the first guy, who hadn't
gotten very far at all.
Rather than dancing with Ellen in the middle of the dance
floor, this guy took her over to the side where they had somewhat
more privacy. She raised her arms to allow him to move closer
and begin dancing, but he paused to whisper something to my wife.
She shook her head. He didn't give up. He said something else.
Ellen again shook her head and moved into his arms. They had
danced for no more than a minute when his hands descended to her
buttocks. She pulled them up. Another minute passed. The hands
moved back down to her ass. They danced for a half minute or so
before my wife pulled his hands back up. He waited no more than
10 seconds before putting them back on her ass. She gave up.
The hands began to move.
Now that he was caressing and stroking my wife's ass, he again
whispered in her ear. Once more, she shook her head. The hands
moved more insistently. He spoke to her again. She didn't
respond. The hands pressed her mound hard against his erection.
He said something. Again, no response. His hands moved lower...
onto her thighs... then in between. He whispered something.
I saw my wife's eyes close, her tongue licking her top lip. He
spoke to her again. This time she nodded. He released his hold
on her momentarily so she could move back enough to get her
fingers into the bodice of her tight top. She pulled it down
enough to expose the upper third of her tits. The man spoke.
Ellen pulled her top further down so that it wasn't much above
her nipples. He spoke again. This time when she pulled it even
lower, her nipples came into view. He grinned and whispered in
her ear agaain, but she shook her head and again moved into his
arms.
During the last part of the dance, his hands were stroking my
wife's ass with her mound pressed against his cock, but they were
separated enough above the waist for him to see Ellen's nipples
and more than half of her tits. I could see him talking to my
wife. She nodded, her hands came up and with one quick motion,
pulled her top below her tits completely exposing them.
My wife's hands instinctively moved upward in an effort to
cover her exposed breasts but her partner grasped her wrists and
pulled her back against his body. They had essentially stopped
dancing and were just grinding against each other. When the man
finally released her wrists, she made no further effort to cover
her tits since they were already covered by his hands. Just
before the song ended, he pulled her upper body against his and
kissed her softly at first, and then much harder.
As soon as the music stopped, Ellen broke away and returned
quickly to the table, pulling her top up as she went. Once at
the table, she stood by the side, obviously unwilling to trust
herself or the men enough to sit down beside them. When Anita
and Amber returned with their partners in tow, Ellen spoke to
them. Her gestures made it clear that she was telling them that
they should leave. Amber and Anita seemed to be in agreement,
but were gesturing toward the front door and discussing
something. Eventually, they all seemed to agree, but did not
leave. Finally, I figured out that they had to wait until Monica
returned.
Checking my watch, I saw that it was now 11:45 PM. I hadn't
realized that it was already that late. As soon as Monica
returned, they would be driving home, and I wanted to be there
when they arrived. Quickly, I motioned for the cocktail
waitress, paid my bar tab with a generous tip for her, and headed
for the west exit.
To get to my car, I had to retrace my steps around the back of
the Barn and their parked van. When I was about 50 feet from
their van, I could see it moving up and down on its springs.
Being an astute professor of physics, I knew from Newton's laws
that the van could not be moving without the application of an
internal force. I didn't need to consult Einstein's ghost to
figure out what was causing the internal force from within the
van.
When I was 15 feet away, I heard Monica's moans coming from the
back of the van. Between each of moans, I heard the deeper
grunts of a male. When I was no more than five feet from the
back of the van, I could hear the voices mixed in with the moans
and grunts. The large light fixtures in the parking lot cast
enough light through the windows of the van for me to see inside.
The stud had Monica on her back on the seat. He was between
her raised legs holding her knees back almost against her tits as
he plowed her receptive cunt. She was naked except for her
heels, which were jerking back and forth in the air as he thrust
his dick in long, deep strokes in and out of her pussy. I could
hear Monica grunting and begging the guy to fuck her harder.
"Ooooh...Ooooh.. Ooohhh god, Bill.. harder... please...
harder... fuck me faster... really pump it to meeee!"
"Ugh.. Ugh! Hot cunted bitch... that hard enough... UGH! UGH!
... Take my cock, Baby. Squeeze it. Fuck that hot cunt against
me!"
Carefully, I moved closer. They were facing away from me with
the guy's ass humping up and down not two feet from the window.
The light reflected off his ass and Monica's cunt giving me a
great view of his dick stretching her hole and sinking into her
depths. She grunted every time the stud's balls slapped against
her upturned ass.
"Ohhhh fucking shit... you're just huge. OH GAWD! What a
cock! Bang me, Baby. Bang my cunt hard!" The guy pulled Monica
closer, withdrew almost all the way out of her, and then rammed
his prick back into her throbbing hole hard and fast. She hissed
with hot passion.
"OOOOHHHH YES! THAT'S FANTASTIC... OOOHHHH... GIVE IT TO
MEEEE! OOOHH ... OOOHHH... OOOHHHH. I'M FUCKING GONNA CUM
AGAIN.... SCREW MY CUNT, LOVER... MAKE ME CUM!"
"UUGGHH! UUGGHH! CAN'T HOLD IT MUCH LONGER, HONEY... GONNA
SHOOT! SHOULD I PULL OUT?"
"FUCK NO! Don't pull out. I'm on the pill... Jizz me, Baby.
Jizz my hot married cunt hole, Lover... I'm cumming! ooohhhh
fuck meeeeeeeeeeee... shoot it in meeeeeeeeee!"
"Here's it comes, Slut!"
"Ooohhh yesss... I can feel your cock jerking and shooting....
aaaahhh... big fuck load... in meeeeeeeee.... pump me...hard...
fuck it!"
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! still cumming in you..."
"MMmmmmm... I know.. oh that's fantastic. Fill me... Finish
me, Stud!"
The guy was shooting load after load into Monica's vagina.
Every time he ejaculated a jet of cum, I could see his buttocks
clenching and relaxing. Again and again, his buttocks repeated
the action pumping more and more cum into the moaning woman.
Finally, his ass slowed, then drove into her one final time. He
held his cock buried deep inside Monica's pussy as the last
spurts of semen and sperm filled her. At the end, he collapsed
onto top of her body as her raised legs fell to the side. I
could hear both of them gasping for breath.
"Oohhh Man... what a woman you are... your husband is crazy to
let you out of his sight. Was it good for you? How many times
did you cum?"
"You know it was good for me. Just awesome. You made my pussy
explode four times, Baby. My husband is lucky if he can make me
cum once. Come on. It's almost midnight. We have to get back
to our loving, devoted spouses. Pull that big prick out of me,
Stud, and let me make myself decent."
Pushing himself upright, the guy pulled his softening cock from
Monica's cunt. As soon as he had exited, her pussy bleched and
forced out a huge blob of cum. It ran down the crack of her ass,
but before it got very far, it was joined by two more large
gushes of the guy's load that formed a wide, thick, white river
of semen streaming down her ass.
"My god! You must have pumped a quart of cum into me, Honey.
How long has it been since you shot off that big sex gun?"
"Eight days."
"Eight days? Don't you ever jerk off?"
"I prefer to shoot my load into a hot, married pussy, Monica.
Like yours."
"MMMmmmmm... I like that, Honey. You can empty your balls in
my pussy anytime."
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At 12:20 AM, the front door opened and Ellen entered. She
looked radiant... ravishing. As soon as she saw me sitting in
the den watching her, her face broke into a huge grin.
Ellen rushed across the room, sat down on my lap, and kissed me
hard, her mouth opening wide. I started to take advantage of her
invitation but was too slow. Her tongue drove fiercely into my
mouth and sensuously caressed every inch of my tongue and mouth.
She began to grind her ass against my crotch and suddenly
realized that my cock was a rigid steel rod. "My god, Darling.
Your cock feels like an iron bar against my ass. I love it! Get
it out... Hurry. I want it in me. NOW!"
Ellen stood up, and we began to rip off our clothes as fast as
possible. The only reason I got naked before she did was her
skin-tight jeans which she had to work over her hips and ass and
then down her legs. She was so anxious, she was having trouble
getting the jeans off her legs.
"Oh shit..shit...SHIT! Help me, Honey. Get these fucking
jeans off me ... get me naked... get my cunt out and fuck it!"
I pulled them off her feet in one quick motion and saw that she
had decided not to wear panties on wives night out. My cock got
even harder. I picked up her to carry her to the bedroom.
"NO!" she screamed. "On the couch. Fuck me here! NOW! I
can't wait. Hurry. COCK ME, STUD! COCK MY CUNT!"
I dropped her onto the couch. Instantly, my wife's legs flew
up into the air. She pulled her knees back against her big tits
and arched her hips high making her gaping, soaked cunt a perfect
target. "STICK IT IN!" she hissed wild with fuck need.
"What happened tonight to turn you into a wild woman?"
"Later... please, Darling... Later. I'll tell you every thing
later. Right now... just fuck me... please... FUCK ME! HARD!
DON'T MAKE LOVE TO ME... FUCK ME LIKE A HOT WHORE! HURRY!"
Our coupling was fierce... hard... almost demented. I rammed
my raging hard-on into her waiting cunt and at the same time
drove two fingers deep into her asshole. She howled and
screamed, yelling at me to stick in more fingers... to fuck her
cunt harder...
I bit her nipple, and her cunt exploded in an intense orgasm.
Saliva was running from the corner of her mouth, which was wide
open, her tongue thrusting in and out in time with the fuck
strokes driving in and out of her convulsing pussy.
I was fucking her as hard and as fast as I had ever screwed a
woman. Ellen loved it. She continued to scream for more...
urging me to drive all 7.5 inches of cock into her cunt. I had
three fingers up her ass and was ramming that hole just as fast
as I was screwing her cunt. She came again... then again.
Her eyes rolled back. Four-letter words spewed out of her
mouth. Without warning, I pulled my cock out of her contracting
cunt and turned her over onto her knees. Leaning over her, I
pushed her head downward onto the couch. The position elevated
her hips making her asshole a perfect target. I pressed my cock
against her opening. She screeched like a banshee. Again and
again, she howled, "ASS FUCK ME YOU HOT BASTARD! ASS FUCK ME!!
HARDER!"
Her ass was tight... very tight. It took me five minutes of
working it back and forth to finally get all 7.5 inches inside
her ass. Somehow, I managed to withhold my own orgasm in spite
of her tight hole. Later, I couldn't understand how I had
managed to do that given how incredibly hot my wife was. She had
a long series of near continuous orgasms. At the end, her juices
exploded out of her vagina. I had never seen her squirt that
hard.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. The throbbing and
hard contractions of her ass were too much. With an
unintelligible series of grunts and moans, I ejaculated into her
ass again and again and again. I felt like there might be
something wrong... I just kept throbbing and spurting into her...
over and over. Even when there was no more semen to shoot, my
cock continued to throb and jerk inside her.
I collapsed on top of my wife, totally unable to support my
weight. She didn't seem to mind. Our bodies shuddered together;
our lungs heaved as we gasped for breath. Finally, our thrashing
stilled... we were quiet, so much so that an observer might have
thought we had both died.
My wife finally found her voice. "Darling, can you move. I'm
having trouble breathing."
"Oh... I'm sorry. Sure." I lifted myself off my wife's still
quivering body. "That was fantastic, Ellen. What happened
tonight? My god. Whatever it was, I love it!"
"I'm glad because after I tell you what happened, you probably
won't want to come near me. We went to the Marriott Inn, had
some drinks. I had two too many, I'm afraid. Monica suggested
we go to the Big Country Barn and dance with some of the sexy
cowboys. So we did. There were six guys at out table almost
immediately. They were hitting on all of us constantly. Oh
god... are you already furious?"
"Furious? No, but I am getting hard again. Let's go to the
bedroom and fuck again."
"Not yet. I want to get this out in the open. There were two
guys...one sitting on each side of me... they were both telling
me how sexy I looked... how hard I was getting them... how much
they wanted to fuck me. I knew I should tell them to get lost
and leave, but I didn't. The truth is they were getting me very,
very hot. After a bit, they were rubbing my neck and my leg. I
finally realized I had to get up and put a stop to this. So I
asked them if they wanted to dance."
I was now fully erect and throbbing. Ellen stared at my raging
erection, both excited by it and shocked. "Go on," I urged.
"I danced with Hank. He kept trying to put his hands on my
ass, but I told him no, and he stopped. But he was so damn big
and hard. I could feel his cock pressing against my mound. I
wondered if he would cum in his pants, and that thought almost
made me have an orgasm."
"Oh shit...that so damn hot," I moaned, now unable to keep from
squeezing my erection.
"When Carl, the second guy, got me out on the dance floor, he
also started feeling up my ass. I moved his hands again and
again, but he wasn't taking no for an answer from me any longer.
Finally, I just gave up and let him stroke my ass as we danced.
He even moved his hand between my thighs a few times. I was in
heat... I needed you, desperately, but of course, you were at
home. Halfway through the dance, Carl told me he wanted to see
my tits. I said no. He asked again. I said no... This just
went on and on. He continued to rub my ass and grind his cock
into my mound until I finally agreed."
"What happened? Did you go outside and show him your tits?"
"No. He had me pull down my top right there on the dance
floor. I pulled it down to the point that my nipples were just
barely covered."
"But you still had on your bra."
"Yes, sort of. For the last half of the dance, Carl continued
to rub my ass and stare down my cleavage. A couple of minutes
before the dance ended, he told me if I didn't take out my tits,
he was going to do it for me. My pussy began to throb when he
said that."
"Oh fuck! What happened next?"
"I reached up and pulled my bra and top all the way down. Both
of my tits just flew out. He rammed his cock hard against my
mound at the same time as he cupped and squeezed my tits and
pulled on my nipples. I was about to cum. If it had been you
doing it, I would have had an explosive orgasm right there. I
broke away, and practically ran back to our table. I wanted to
leave immediately, but we had to wait almost 15 minutes for
Monica to return. Then we left. By the time we got home, I
needed you to fuck me so badly, I couldn't stand it. I was
praying you would be awake. If you hadn't been, I would have had
to wake you up and rape you."
"Did you get Carl's address or phone number?"
"No. Absolutely not. And I didn't give him mine either!"
"That's too bad."
"Why?" my wife asked, totally shocked.
"Because, I wanted to send him a thank you note for setting me
up for the most incredible sex I've had in several years."
Ellen grinned, "You hot, sexy, Stud. Are you going to fuck
your slutty wife with that magnificent hard-on or are you going
to punish her by making her masturbate?"
I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom. On the way, I
said, "Guess."
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The New Roommate:
When I came home the following Tuesday evening, I could tell
something was wrong just from looking at my wife's face. She
looked more than just a little worried. I immediately became as
worried as she seemed to be.
"What's wrong? You look almost distraught."
"Well, it's not good, Honey. I need to ask you for a really
big favor."
"You know my answer is going to be 'yes' before you even ask,
Ellen. I'm not about to say 'no' to anything that you really
want or need."
"Thank you, Darling. I hope you feel that way after I tell you
what I need. I can't think of any tactful way of putting this
so I'll just say it. Okay?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
"You know Monica's husband, Ellis, don't you?"
"Not well. I've met him a couple of times at parties. That's
all. Of course, I know Monica very well because the two of you
are so close."
"Well, Ellis came home early from an out-of-town sales trip and
caught Monica in bed being fucked by a guy."
"You mean he figured out she was cheating or he actually caught
her?"
"The guy had her naked in bed. When Ellis came into the
bedroom, she had her legs wrapped around the guy's hips and he
was fucking her. From what she told me, they were both having
orgasms when Ellis came in. She said they were screaming all
sorts of things... you know how I get when you make me cum.
Those sorts of things... "fuck me harder... ram it into me,
Baby"... things like that. The guy in her was yelling that he
was going to shoot her hot married cunt full of jizz."
"Wow! Sounds hot as hell, but I don't suppose Ellis thought
so."
"Monica said he went ballistic... particularly when the guy
wouldn't stop fucking her until he had finished cumming. He's
pretty big so that stopped Ellis from becoming physical, but
after the guy left, he threw all of Monica's clothes and personal
belongings out onto the yard and gave her an hour to pack and get
out of the house. He filed for divorce the next day."
"So what's going to happen now? How is Monica?"
"This is a 'no fault' state so every thing will be split
evenly... money, house, cars, boat, savings, etc. Ellis thinks
Monica wants the house, so he's demanding that he get the house.
She's letting him think she wants it, but in fact, she has no
interest the house. She's delighted to let him buy her half.
All in all, she's going to come out of the deal very well."
"Is she upset?"
"Hardly. She's delighted. She's had very little interest in
Ellis for a long time. He's gone a lot of the time, pot belly,
lousy lover, stingy and a nagging, complaining husband. Of
course, she's not telling him that. When he's around, she just
cries a little and remains silent while he gloats and metes out
his severe 'punishment'."
"Well then, what's the problem?"
"The divorce settlement will take four or five months. In the
meantime, she doesn't have enough money to rent more than an
efficiency apartment, and even those are scarce. Would you mind
if I invite her to share our house with us for the next four or
five months... until she gets her half of the divorce settlement?
She could use the guest bedroom. Would you mind? I would
really appreciate it, Darling."
In my mind's eye, I could still see Monica fucking the stud in
the van at the Big Country Barn and screaming at him to fuck her
harder... to shoot his load into her married cunt. I wondered
what I had done to get so lucky... my wife was pleading with me
to do her a favor and let her drop-dead, hot, sexy friend live
with us for four or five months! Aloud, I said, "I don't mind at
all, Honey. But I have to be honest."
"Yes?" my wife said with a sly grin.
"Well, I don't have to tell you that Monica is a very
attractive woman. I doubt that I will be able to keep from
staring at her from time to time. Are you going to be furious
with me if you see me occasionally staring?"
"If you didn't stare at a woman as hot and sexy as Monica, I
would know that you were seriously ill. If fact, if all you do
is 'occasionally stare', as you put it, I'll be surprised. So I
can invite her?"
"Sure... call right now, and ask her to join us for dinner. We
can invite her at dinner."
That night at dinner, Monica came dressed to kill in a black,
spaghetti strap dress that didn't cover half of her breasts. It
was obvious to me and every other man in the place that she wore
no bra. The skirt just barely covered half of her thighs.
It seemed to me that my wife had come prepared for the
competition. Her dress wasn't as tight and it came almost to her
knees, but the plunging neckline didn't come together until it
was a full inch below the bottom of her 38D tits. As a result,
all of the inner slopes of both tits were exposed along with more
than half of each breast. In addition, the dress was a
wrap-around that opened in front.
When the waiter showed us to our table, he couldn't decide
whether to look at my wife's tits or Monica's exposed thighs. I
graciously pulled out the chair for my wife first and then pulled
out the chair to her left for Monica, but she shook her head and
took a seat to the right of my chair so that I was sandwiched
between the two exotic women. Frankly, I didn't know what was
happening, but I decided to just enjoy it.
While we were having before dinner drinks, Ellen told Monica
that I had agreed to her sharing our home with us until the
divorce settlement was final. She was absolutely delighted.
"Steve, I just don't know how to thank you. I promise you
won't regret it," she said with a sly smile. I wondered how my
wife was taking this and quickly looked in her direction. She
was giving me the same sly smile. I was now more than just
enjoying this... I was loving it.
As the women chatted about the division of the household
chores, it became obvious that I was being excused from all the
work. "Listen, I can help with some of those things. There's no
need for the two of you to do every thing," I volunteered.
Monica turned her chair to face me and said, "You'll have
plenty to do trying to keep two women happy, Honey. Most men
complain constantly about all the things they have to do to keep
one woman happy... you'll have to keep two of us happy."
Two facts were obvious to me. The first was that Monica had
addressed me as "Honey". Again I glanced at my wife. She was
still smiling warmly at me. The second was the fact that Monica
was wearing very thin, light-purple panties. It was hard not to
notice since she had opened her legs when she had turned to face
me. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't take my eyes off
the erotic sight. I could even see her slit beneath the panties.
Monica continued to speak to me while I continued to stare at
her panties. I was now hard as stone. Eventually, my brain
again began to function, and I realized that my wife must be
getting furious.
When I finally tore my eyes away and looked at my wife
wondering how to apologize, I saw she was now grinning at me.
"Is that what you meant when you said that I might see you
occasionally staring at Monica?" she asked.
"Well... sort of," I stammered not knowing what else to say.
"I understand, Darling, but it's like Monica told you, you now
have to keep two women happy. If you're going to stare at her
panties like a teenage male virgin, you have to pay equal
attention to mine."
My mouth fell open when I watched my wife pull her wrap-around
dress fully open exposing all of her patterned thong along with
two inches of bare flesh above the thong. She also reached up
and pulled the V-neck even lower. Both tits were about to burst
out.
Both women kept their legs open with their thongs exposed even
when the waiter returned to take our orders. Before he left the
table, his cock was as hard as mine.
"I think our waiter has a hard-on," Monica giggled.
"Yeah... and a big one at that," my wife agreed. "Steve seems
to have a hard problem too."
"MMMMmmmm... I've been noticing that," Monica said. "From
where I sit, it seems like an even bigger problem than the one
our waiter has."
"I think you're right. I'd say... maybe a half inch bigger
problem."
"I'd say its closer to an inch."
"I wonder how we could settle this?" Ellen whispered. Both
women began to laugh when I turned beet red.
I could hardly eat dinner with the erotic sights available both
to my left and to my right. I had to struggle to keep my eyes on
my food. Both women continued to tease me all through the meal.
After we had finished dessert and the waiter had brought our
check still sporting an erection, Ellen said, "I'm going to hit
the ladies room before we leave. Keep an eye on my husband for
me, Monica, and behave yourself."
I gave the waiter my credit card and he vanished after taking
one more look at Monica's crotch. When he had left the table,
she said softly, "Our waiter wants to fuck your wife. He also
wants to fuck me."
"He's human and he's male. Of course he does."
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"You know I do, but I married to a wonderful woman and I don't
want to screw it up. If you're going to share our home with us,
we've got to keep things under control. But Ellen and I have
discussed this, and she's Ok with me looking."
"That's good to know, Honey. So why don't you take a really
good look?"
Monica spread her legs wide open and kept them open until Ellen
returned to the table. She glared between Monica's gaping thighs
and said softly, "Bitch. I told you to keep an eye on my
husband, not make sure he keeps his eyes on your pussy."
"I'm sorry, Ellen. I must have misunderstood your directions."
Both women were giggling all the way home.
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I helped Monica move in all of her personal belongings and
clothes the next day. After that, a strange thing happened.
Instead of teasing, hot, flirting every day, as I had expected,
nothing more happened... nothing! It was as if the "hot
flirting" switch had been turned off.
Whenever I saw Monica after Wednesday morning, she was always
dressed very conservatively. I never got even a glimpse of more
leg than any guy on the street was getting. My wife abruptly
stopped teasing me as well. We ate together, watched TV
together, and chatted, but there was no sexual innuendo.
Even when Ellen and I were making love, it was somewhat
subdued. She was as responsive and wild as ever, but there were
no loud screams... no howls for me to fuck her harder. When I
asked her why the change, she just said, "We don't want to get
Monica all hot and bothered. It's tough enough on her as it is."
Even "Wives Night Out" was cancelled that Friday since we were
still busy getting Monica settled and arranging the new household
routines. It continued like this until the following Friday
night.
When I was leaving for work that morning, both women were
sitting at the table grinning as if sharing a secret. "What's
up?" I asked.
"I don't know," Ellen responded. "You should know more about
what's up than us." Monica laughed.
"Come on, you two. Why the sexy grins this morning?"
"It's Friday, Honey," Monica whispered to me. Wives Night
Out... you'll have to fix your own dinner tonight. We're going
to be leaving by 7 PM and we have to get ready. We'll be late,
so don't wait up."
"There's no way I could sleep with the two of you bar hopping
all over town, flirting with every guy you see."
"You don't have to worry about that tonight, Steve," Monica
replied. "We're not going bar hopping tonight. That's really a
drag... never know what's going to turn up."
"So what is planned?" I asked, now very curious.
"We're meeting my boyfriend Carl and three of his friends,
David, Vance, and Jerome. We're going out to dinner and then
dancing somewhere. So relax... we're not going to be flirting
with strangers. The four of them are all nice guys."
I digested that information for awhile. Turning to Ellen, I
said, "It sounds to me like 'Wives Night Out' is about to change
to 'Wives Date Night'."
Ellen squirmed visibly in her chair. I could even see her
biting her top lip. "It's not really a date, Steve. We just
don't think it's a good idea to let men we don't even know dance
and flirt with us when we go out. This way we know the men."
"I understand, Honey. All of you know the men... just like it
is on a date. Like I said... 'Wives Night Out' is about to
change to 'Wives Date Night'."
==================================
Wives Date Night:
As soon as I came home Friday at 6 PM that evening, it was
obvious that things were very different than they had been for
over a week. Monica and Ellen were no where to be seen as they
were both busy getting ready for Wives Night Out in their
respective bedrooms. I could almost feel the sexual tension in
the air.
"Is that you, Steve?" I heard Monica call from her bedroom.
"Yeah. Just got in. Are you two ready to go? Better hurry...
getting late."
"I'm going as fast as I can. The problem is your wife. I know
damn well she's in her bedroom picking out a hot-as-fire outfit
that going to make the rest of us look like drab, cleaning
women. I've been fretting over what to wear for almost an hour."
"Found anything yet?" I asked, now very interested.
"I think so, but if you don't mind, I'd really like to get a
man's opinion. After all, that's the opinion that really
counts."
"I'm at your service, Monica."
"Good. I'm only about half dressed now, but I want your
opinion on the entire package. Come on in and tell me what you
think."
With an invitation like that, I didn't need to be asked twice.
When I opened Monica's bedroom door, I saw her sitting on the
edge of the bed facing me. All she had on was a pair of black,
spike heels, a red thong, and a black skirt that was bunched
around her waist covering nothing. Her big tits thrust straight
at me like twin cannons. My cock began to rise as soon as I saw
her.
A huge grin appeared on Monica's face when she saw my reaction.
"Oh yes! That's what I wanted to know."
"I haven't said anything yet," I protested.
"Not out loud, but your cock said it all. You're getting hard!
Oh, damn! I love it. Come closer. Let me show you the whole
package."
As I moved closer, Monica reclined onto the bed on her back
with her legs still draped over the end of the bed. Her tits
were so firm, they stood up with almost no sag in spite of their
size. My cock was almost fully hard now.
"Oh Honey. You're getting even harder. Just look at that big
bulge sticking out. WOW! And you still haven't seen all of my
outfit yet."
"What's left to see?"
"The narrow crotch band of my thong. You can't see it with my
legs together." Monica lifted both legs into the air, bent her
knees, and pulled them back so that she was in the classic female
fucking position. If that wasn't erotic enough, she opened her
thighs and extended her right leg straight up in the air. I
could hardly see the crotch band of her thong it was sunk so
deeply into her slit. My cock had become iron hard.
"Oh fuck! You're rock hard now, aren't you, Steve?"
"Hell yes. You look like pure distilled, hot sex.
Unbelievable."
"Take it out... please. Let me see how big and hard it is. I
won't tell Ellen. Hurry, Honey. Show it to me."
I unzipped and pushed both my pants and briefs down around my
thighs. My 7.5 inches were hard and rigid, standing nearly
straight up. "Damn, Baby. You are hung... long and thick... and
best of all... HARD! Can I feel it?"
"Sure, but at your own risk, Monica. I can't guarantee that I
won't shoot off all over you."
"Go ahead and shoot off, Steve. I'd love to see your big sex
gun shooting off a six-gun salute to my body."
She knelt in front of me and carefully hefted my balls. My cock
swelled noticeably. She squeezed the base, and my entire rod
throbbed in her hand. "Oh Baby... that's like a big, powerful,
live, dangerous snake."
"You're close to making me cum, Monica. Be careful."
"That's only fair because this big fuck stick is about to make
my pussy cum too."
"It's getting close to 7 PM. You'd better stop and finish
getting dressed."
"Spoil sport!" she hissed, but she did release my cock.
Picking up her blouse, she slipped it over her head and again
turned toward me. "Should I go out like this with my tits out,
Honey?"
"If you want to be raped by every man who lays eyes on you, the
Absolutely! Go just like that," I said with a smile. At that
moment, I heard Ellen calling for me. "Gotta go. Have fun
tonight, but too much fun."
Just as I was leaving, Monica pulled her top up over her tits,
put one heel up on the bed and spread wide open. With her barely
covered cunt staring right at me, she whispered, "I suggest you
be awake and ready when we get back, Honey."
When I entered the master bedroom, Ellen was just finishing
pulling up her second thigh-high stocking. "Hi, Darling. I know
you like to watch me get dressed for Wives Night Out. How do I
look so far?"
"Fantastic... just unbelievable."
"Do I look as sexy as Monica? I know that sexy slut has had
you in her bedroom. She's been showing off for you, hasn't she?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist."
"I'm not angry, Baby. I just hope I look as good as she does."
"You look better, Ellen. To me, you're the most gorgeous woman
on the planet."
"Did she let you see her big tits?" When I nodded, she asked,
"Do mine look as good as hers?"
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing dick. It
pointed straight up... hard as stone. "Does this answer your
question?"
"Oh yessss," she hissed. "Did Monica let you see her cunt?"
"Almost. She spread wide and her thong was buried in her slit.
I could see almost everything."
"Did she pull her cunt wide open for you? Like this?" My cock
lurched and throbbed, a stream of precum ran from the tip as my
wife leaned back on the bed, lifted one leg, and spread her gash
open with her fingers.
"No. She didn't. Oh shit! I want to fuck you. Right now!"
"Good! You should be wild to get into me by the time we get
back. That's exactly the way I want you. Now calm down or I'll
make you leave. Just watch me get dressed for Wives Night Out."
My wife stood, turned her back toward me, and bent over to pick
up her charcoal colored dress. Her ass pointed right at me.
She stepped into the dress and fastened the buttons leaving the
top three open so that half of her tits were on display. She
grinned as my erection throbbed harder. The stream of precum had
thickened. Turning to face me, she sat on the bed, lifted her
left leg, and crossed it over the right one letting her ankle
rest on her knee. The position allowed her cunt lips to peek
between flesh of her thighs.
"Do you think I should wear panties, Darling? Or is this
better? If you were taking me out, would you want me to put on
panties?"
"No... no way. I would love it if you didn't. But you're not
going out with me."
"I know, Darling. So...? Panties? or no panties?"
"You'd better put on some panties, Honey. You might be raped
otherwise."
"MMMmmmmm... I've never been raped. God! That really would be
awful wouldn't it? Being forced to spread and lift my legs so
some stud could sink his iron hard cock into me... oooohhhh...
maybe I should go without the panties?"
"Put on panties!"
My wife grinned, stood up, and pulled a transparent black lace
thong trimmed with lace up her thighs. She pulled it tightly
against her cunt and smiled at me. "Is this better, Darling?"
She again sat on the corner of the bed and spread her legs wide
open. I could easily see her cunt slit through the thong.
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Anita pulled up in front of our house five minutes before 7 PM.
I wondered if she and Amber were dressed as hot as Monica and my
wife. I was dead certain that they were, but I couldn't tell as
the interior of the van was dark.
The hours passed very, very slowly. Every time I thought about
what the four musketettes were doing with the four men they were
meeting, my cock got iron hard again. When this happened, it
stayed hard until I could get my mind to think about something
else besides four men fucking my wife.
At midnight, the women were still out some where. "Are they
dancing?" I said aloud. "Maybe, but maybe they're all dancing on
big, hard cocks." I got hard again. "If the men are fucking
them, I wonder what positions they're using? If they're smart
they'll fuck Ellen doggie. She loves it that way." The thought
of my wife bent over, her head on the bed, her ass high in the
air as a cock plunged in and out of her squishing, convulsing
cunt almost made me cum. "Will the women let them fuck their
asses?" Ellen rarely let me do that.
By 1 AM, I had a constant, rigid erection and nothing I could
do seemed to have the slightest effect on it. I had been hard
for so long, I was getting a very bad case of blue balls. There
was a band of pain from one hip bone, across my abdomen, to the
other hip bone.
Finally, the lights of Anita's van appeared in our driveway
around 1:30 AM. A few minutes later, our front door opened and
two, totally disheveled women entered. Monica just staggered
over to a couch and collapsed in a heap, her legs gaping open.
Her red thong had disappeared revealing the swollen,
blood-engorged lips of her pussy and the gaping vaginal hole in
between.
My wife hurried past me toward the master bedroom. As she
passed, she hissed, "Steve... for god's sake, please hurry. I
need you... NOW! I'm going crazy. Oh my god! I NEED YOUR COCK
IN ME!" She was stripping off her black dress before she even
reached our bedroom. When it fell to the floor, I saw that my
wife had not only lost her panties but also her stockings at some
time during the evening.
This made little sense to me. Monica had clearly been soundly
and thoroughly fucked. She was too exhausted to even move, but
my wife, who had also lost her panties and stockings, was
desperate for sex. What the hell was going on? I asked Monica
straight out.
"What's going on? You've both lost your panties. Your
exhausted, but Ellen is going crazy for sex?"
Pushing herself up on one elbow, Monica shook her head to clear
it before answering. "Simple, Honey. After dinner and dancing,
we headed for Carl's apartment around 11 AM. The men had been
feeling all of us up all evening. We all lost our panties in the
car on the way to Carl's place. Once we were there, Anita,
Amber, and I all got fucked by three or four of the men, but your
wife refused to have sex with any of them. They kept kissing
her, rubbing her tits, feeling her ass, and even occasionally
getting a finger or two into her overheated cunt, but she
wouldn't let any of the men screw her. After two hours of being
stroked, fondled, felt up, fingered, and kissed and then having
to watch the three of us getting fucked in the bedrooms or on the
couch, your wife was going crazy for sex. Now... Do you
understand?"
When I nodded, Monica yelled at me. "Then get your ass into
your bedroom! Your wife needs you. Badly!"
By the time I got to our bedroom, Ellen was naked. She had her
legs wide open and was plunging four fingers in and out of her
dilated and pulsing cunt. As soon as she saw me, she wailed,
"GET ON ME! GET IN ME! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME! OOOHHHHH GOD!
I'M DYING... COCK MY CUNT... CUNT FUCK ME! HARD!!!"
For the next thirty minutes I pounded her as hard as possible.
Some time in the middle of the intense fucking, I shot off in
her, but I was so hard and so hot, my cock didn't even soften.
Ellen was screaming continuously. Her vagina went into repeated
hard contractions as soon as I entered her, and it didn't stop
for the entire time I was fucking her.
In her fuck frenzy, her nails lacerated my back bringing blood.
Although she never stopped howling and grunting, no words were
intelligible. She was beyond speaking. It was as if she were a
large throbbing cunt whose need for cock was insatiable.
After a half hour of intense fucking, she growled, "Turn me
over... I want it doggie. Ram me like a whore. I want it
hard... deep... rough... fuck the living shit out of me!"
I pounded her for another half hour with her ass high in the
air, her head on the bed. She twisted the bed covers in her
hands as the convulsions ripped through her cunt and spread to
her belly.
Toward the end, she was exhausted, but not so much that she
couldn't order me to ram her asshole. "Don't be gentle. Just
ram your whore wife's asshole. Just slam it into me. I don't
give a shit how much it hurts. I want it hard... deep... fast...
up my hot ass. NOW! ASS FUCK ME! COCK MY ASSHOLE, STUD!"
As usual, it took me several minutes to get my cock up her
tight asshole. Ellen continued to wail and scream at me to cock
her asshole... after a couple of minutes, she was cursing me and
demanding that I get into her. Finally, her sphincter opened and
I sank all 7.5 inches of cock into her. She screamed loud enough
to wake the neighbors.
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A Change of Plans:
Both of the women slept late on Saturday. Monica finally got
up around 11 AM. My wife slept until after noon. Before she
came in to the kitchen around 1 PM to have a very late breakfast,
Monica had left for the malls to do some shopping.
I had coffee ready when Ellen sat down at the table. She
sipped the hot brew in silence while I prepared bacon, eggs, and
toast for her. She hardly looked at me when I put the food in
front of her and sat down opposite her with a cup of coffee.
"Did you have a good time on Wives Night Out last night?" I
asked.
There was no reply for at least a minute. Finally, she said
without looking at me, "I had a great time in bed with you after
I came home. You were fabulous... just magnificent! But I felt
really bad about the evening with those four guys."
"Why? What happened? Were you hurt?"
"Hurt? No... not at all. I was fondled, probed, stroked,
kissed, felt, licked... so much so that I felt like the worst
cock teaser in the world when I said 'no' to every guy who tried
to fuck me, which was all of them at one time or another."
For the next half hour, Ellen remained silent as she ate her
breakfast. I followed her lead and just drank my coffee. When
my cup was empty, I poured us both a refill. Ellen finished
eating and stared at me for a good five minutes... no smile... no
frown... nothing. Finally, she spoke.
"I need to have a really truthful, serious talk with you,
Steve. Ok?"
I nodded and watched as my wife took a deep breath before
continuing. "You know all about Ellis throwing Monica out of the
house and filing for divorce when he caught her in their bed
being fucked by her boyfriend, Carl."
"Yeah. You told me. That's why Monica's living with us for a
few months. What about it?"
Again there was a long pause. "Suppose you came home early
from work one day and caught me in our bed with a man. I'm
naked. My legs are up high in the air jerking back and forth.
The guy is between my thighs ramming his cock in and out of my
cunt, and I'm groaning every time it enters me. His hands are
under my ass holding me in position so that his entire length is
sinking all the way into me on every thrust. Then you hear me
screaming that I'm cumming and urging him to shoot his load into
me. He grunts and pumps me full of cum while you watch. Would
you throw me out of the house and divorce me like Ellis did
Monica?"
I didn't hesitate a second before answering. "No. Ellis is an
insecure jerk. I'm not."
For the first time since she had gotten up, Ellen flashed me a
warm smile. "No. You're certainly not, Darling. What would you
do?"
"Well, I would certainly get hard... Hell, I'm hard right now
just from listening to your description of how you were
supposedly being fucked."
Ellen grinned. "What else? Would you divorce me?"
"No."
"Throw me out of the house or make me sleep in the guest
bedroom?"
"The answer is 'no' to both questions."
"Would you whip my ass?"
"Well... now that is a very sexy thought. I might, but if I
did, it would be sexual spanking... not a whipping."
Once more, Ellen lapsed into silence. Eventually, she said, "I
can't think of any clever, easy way to ask you this... so I'm
just going to ask and hope for the best. I don't want to be a
cockteaser during Wives Night Out again. From now on, I want to
start fucking some of the men we're with on those nights. There!
I've said it. Are you furious?"
"No. But I am hard... so hard it hurts."
"If I let some of the men fuck me, are you going to punish me?"
"Severely. At least two days of being my total sex slave for
each cock you let fuck you."
Abruptly, Ellen moved around the table and sat down on my lap,
kissing me with passion and force. Her tongue explored every
inch of my mouth. Then her mouth opened to permit me to explore
hers. When our lips finally separated, she whispered, "I think
for such an egregious offense, I should have to be your slave for
at least a week."
"Careful, Darling. Considering the number of cocks that may
get into you, a full week per cock would be a long time."
Her ass squirmed on my erection. "You weren't kidding a moment
ago. You really are hard... and I mean HARD!"
"It's your fault. Let's go to bed. I need to ravish you."
"Oh YES! Can I make just one phone call first?"
"To whom? Why?"
"I want to call Carl and apologize for being such a dirty
cockteaser last night. I want to tell him that I promise not to
do it again if they will give me another chance."
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On Friday, I was having a great deal of trouble concentrating
on lecturing on classical mechanics in my 1:30 PM physics class.
Somehow, I managed to get through the class without making a
complete fool of myself. After returning to my office, I knew
that there was no way I was going to get any work done, so I
locked up and left for home at 3 PM.
Only Monica was home when I arrived. Ellen had gone out to
have her nails and hair done for Wives Night Out. "Why would
she bother?" I asked Monica. "Her hairdo will be a wreck and so
will yours before the night is half over?"
"Sure they will, Steve. That's the idea. Having a man wreck
your hairdo is part of the fun."
I was silent for several minutes then asked, "Do you think
she's really going to do it?"
"Honey... she's apologized for being a cock teaser to Carl.
He's told the other guys... bet on it. They're going to be all
over your wife, and this time, those randy studs are not going to
take 'no' for an answer."
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At 6:40 PM, both women were dressed and ready to leave. Just
looking at them was giving me an incredibly hard erection.
Monica's white dress fit every curve like a patent leather glove
and the bodice exposed more than half of her big tits. My wife
looked just as hot in her yellow dress. When I asked if she was
wearing panties, she hiked up her dress and showed me the tiny
pink thong she wore. Then she turned, pulled down the top, and
let me see her matching pink bra.
"Look at that, Ellen. Your hubby's hard. See the woody he's
got tenting his pants."
"Well what the hell do you expect. Both of you look like
high-priced call girls."
"You know, your husband has an idea, Ellen. Maybe we should
charge the guys. What do you think?" My wife turned beet red.
At 7 PM, Anita's van pulled up in front of our house, and both
of them gave me an open-mouthed kiss with tongue before they
left. This time... for the first time... I knew that I was going
to follow them.
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It only took Anita 10 minutes to reach Carl's house. The four
guys were standing beside Carl's car when we arrived. As soon as
the van's doors opened, everyone changed places. Amber got in
the rear seat with David while Jerome sat beside Anita. Monica
climbed into the front seat of Carl's car beside him. Vance was
waiting for me in the back seat. In less than five minutes, we
were on our way to the "Hot Spot", a bar and dance hall that was
well known as a make out spot for couples and singles.
As soon as I was seated close to Vance, his large hands pulled
me close to allow his soft lips to cover my mouth. The kiss went
on and on... our tongues sliding in and out of the other's mouth.
His hands took possession of my tits. There was absolutely no
fumbling. With one smooth motion, Vance had my dress unzipped
and pulled off my shoulders. For a while, he was content to
caress my tits through my bra as I squirmed in his arms and
moaned into his mouth.
I could see Monica's body humping in the front seat. Carl's
eyes were on the road, but it was obvious that he was stroking
her cunt as she thrust herself against his hand, moaning softly
with each thrust. I wondered if he already had his hand inside
her panties on her bare cunt. My pussy gushed at the erotic
thought.
Then, I heard my own moans mixing with Monica's when Vance
pulled my bra down below my tits. His fingers were now on my
hard nipples... pulling them erotically... twisting them causing
me to grunt ... and squeezing them bringing soft squeals of
pleasure from me.
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Although I couldn't see a lot through the rear window of Carl's
car, I could see enough to know that one of the men had my wife
locked in a tight embrace and was kissing her continuously. We
drove for several miles, and the guy never took his lips off
Ellen's. From the way her mouth was working under his, it was
obvious that she was turned on and enjoying the kiss immensely.
It looked like Monica was in the front seat with Carl, which
figured since she had been dating Carl, and he was the guy who
was fucking her when Ellis had caught them. Again, it was hard
to tell, but it looked to me like Monica was thrusting her body
up and down... probably because Carl was finger fucking her. I
pulled up closer to their car to get a better view, but not so
close that we would collide if Carl so much as slowed down.
Carl continued to drive for at least 15 miles. About two miles
beyond the city limits, I saw the sign for the "Hot Spot" bar and
dance hall. By locating the club outside the jurisdiction of the
city, the club had an easier time avoiding legal difficulties
since the county authorities didn't much care what went on at the
club. I knew that that was where they were probably heading.
When I saw Carl's turn-lights come on, I knew I was right.
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After Carl had parked toward the rear of the Hot Spot's parking
lot, Vance got me out of the car with my dress still down around
my waist. For a moment, I was certain that he was going to take
me into the club with both of my tits exposed. When I looked at
Monica, I saw that Carl had her dress up around her waist with
her panties down around her thighs.
"Shall we take them into the club like this?" Vance asked Carl.
When Carl paused to consider my heaving tits and Monica's wet
pussy, Monica began to plead. "No, please. Don't take us in
there like this. Don't you think it would be a lot more fun to
slowly expose us once we're in the club than to drag us into
there already half naked?"
"She has a good point, Vance," Carl said as he pulled up
Monica's panties and told her pull down her dress. I looked at
Vance, and he nodded for me to cover my tits. Both Monica and I
were breathing a sigh of relief.
My relief was short-lived, however. Five minutes after all
eight of us were seated around a table toward the back of the
club, Vance told me to stand up and put my hands behind my back.
When I stood and did as Vance had instructed, David got up
holding a pair of leather wrist restraints. With a shock, I
realized that the men intended to cuff my hands behind my back.
As David worked to put the leather cuffs on me, I
protested, "How come I have to be cuffed and none of the other
women do?"
"Because," Carl explained, "none of them were blue-ball
producing cock teasers last week like you were, Ellen."
"But I promised I wouldn't do that again," I pleaded as David
finished locking my wrists securely behind my back.
"And I'm sure you mean to keep your promise. The cuffs
are just to give you some help in keeping it. Now stop
complaining or we'll have to ball gag you, and the one we use has
a really big ball... you won't enjoy it," Carl said calmly but
with a steel-hard tone. "Now, bend over, Ellen, so we can all
check out your restraints."
I think every man in the place was watching as Carl led me out
onto the dance floor. He pulled me close. Resistance to
anything he decided to do was impossible with my arms and hands
locked behind my back. The other couples on the dance floor
crowded closer to see what Carl intended to do.
They didn't have to wait long. After no more than 30 seconds
on the dance floor, Carl pulled my dress off my shoulders down to
my waist where my bound arms held it in place. He twirled me
around several times holding on to me so that I didn't lose my
balance and fall. A woman dancing with a middle-aged guy called
out, "Take off her bra, Honey. Let us see the slut's big jugs."
My pink bra was tucked into Carl's belt a moment later. Now when
he twirled me, my tits bounced wildly. I didn't have to look to
know that my nipples were hard and erect. They became even
harder when Carl bent his knees and sucked one of them into his
mouth. The men cheered. Another guy took the opportunity to
reach out and feel my free tit.
When Vance cut in, he held both of my tits as we moved about
the dance floor. His hands moved to my thighs, and moments
later, I felt my dress rising up my thighs. Then, his hand moved
underneath and slowly stroked over my mound and then between my
thighs up and down my thong-covered slit. I was already boiling
with sexual need.
Fifteen minutes later, Jerome was dancing with me, his hands
under my dress. He had pulled the thong aside so he had access
to my uncovered pussy. As his fingers slipped back and forth
between the swollen lips, a redhead approached him and said,
"Every guy here is waiting for one of you guys to take off her
panties. If you don't object, I'm going to do it. That ok?" I
didn't expect Jerome to say 'no' and he didn't.
The woman knelt behind me, slid her hands up my dress, and
hooked her fingers in the waistband of my thong. Leaning close,
she whispered to me, "Are you ready for all the men to see your
sweet, wet, married cunt, Honey?" She toyed with my thong but
didn't pull it down. "Tell me to pull down your panties, Slut."
"Yes... do it."
"Do what, Honey?"
"Pull down my panties."
"Why? Why would a woman want her panties removed in public
like this?"
"Please... please."
"Please what?"
"My panties... ohhhh god... pull down my panties."
"Why?"
"So all the men can feel me... please."
"Feel what, Honey?"
"My pussy... my naked cunt... pull down my panties, please...
so they can feel my cunt."
I felt my clit starting to throb when I felt her pulling
my panties down my thighs. When they were around my ankles, I
raised my feet, one at a time, and she handed my thong to Jerome
who made them disappear into the pocket of his pants.
Now the woman moved close behind me and the two them danced me
around the club. Jerome's fingers continued to play erotic games
with my bouncing tits, and the woman's fingers moved under my
dress where they probed my wet slit and my ass and cunt holes.
When her hand moved up my slit to my erect clitoris and began to
masturbate me, Jerome had to hold me up.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh... oohhhh goddd... I'm about to cum!" I heard
myself moaning as tremors shook my body. All around me, women
were informing their husbands, boy friends, and lovers to keep
their eyes on me because I was about to have an orgasm.
Vance stopped dancing and held me in place for the woman who
worked her fingers lightly over the tip of my clitoris and then
let them slid down to the base where she rubbed me hard and fast.
Automatically, my feet moved further apart, and I felt two
fingers penetrate my vagina. I couldn't suppress my low, deep
groan as my pussy throbbed about her fingers. I was so close...
and she knew it.
"She's about to cum, Honey. Just a few more strokes." Her
fingers slipped out the embrace of my shuddering pussy and again
moved forward to my clitoris. Pressing hard against the organ's
base, she frigged me rapidly. My body went rigid as I squirted
hot liquid all over her hand, my thighs, and the dance floor. My
hips thrust forward and another gush of liquid shot out. When
Vance helped me back to our table, every man and most of the
women were watching us.
David had Anita out on the dance floor, but the rest of the
group was seated around the table. Carl told me to turn around.
When I did, he removed my wrist restraints. "After that
performance, I think we can be confident that there won't be any
more cock teasing this week." As if to confirm his analysis, he
slipped his hand beneath my dress and rubbed my soaked pussy.
Holding onto his shoulders, I opened my legs wider to give him
more access. It didn't take long for him to have me hunching
against his hand.
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After coming in the side door, I had taken a seat at the end of
the bar and kept the bill of my cap pulled down to hide as much
of my face as possible. The position gave me a good view of the
dance floor and the group's table.
I almost came in my pants when I saw Carl removing my wife's
tits. When Vance began playing with Ellen's cunt in full view of
a dozen other men and some women, I had to look away and press my
thighs together to suppress my imminent orgasm.
"Look at that hot chick in the yellow dress," the man beside me
commented. "Her tits are fantastic. How big do you think they
are?" he asked me.
"I'd say about 38D," I replied.
The guy considered my estimate, nodded, and said, "I think
you're right. Man wouldn't you just love to get your hands on
those beauties?" I nodded, and he continued his evaluation of
Ellen. "Oh shit... just check out her ass when some guy spins
her or lifts her dress. Damn! That pink thong of hers almost
ain't there it's sunk so deep into her ass crack. And with those
cuffs on her, she can't stop anyone from feeling her up. She's
got my cock hard as a rock. How about you? You hard?"
"Like stone."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
After a bit, some woman moved up behind my wife, whispered in
her ear for awhile, and then reached under her dress and pulled
down her panties. The guy beside me again started raving about
how hot Ellen was. When the woman put her hands under my wife's
dress and started masturbating her, I began to groan right along
with the guy beside me. When my wife had an orgasm right there on
the dance floor, both of us grabbed our cocks trying to keep from
cumming in our pants. Neither of us succeeded.
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After two and a half hours at the Hot Spot, all four men had
raging erections and everyone of the women were so excited and
turned on our secretions had soaked through our clothes. The
back of our dresses had large wet spots on them, and Amber's
white slacks looked like she must have peed in her pants.
"Let's go back to my condo," Carl suggested. No one objected,
and after paying the bar tab, the men escorted us back to the
cars. This time David drove Anita's van while she sat beside him
sucking on his cock. David and I were in the rear seat, and we
hadn't gotten out of the parking lot before David's head was
between my thighs making me howl with delight every time his
tongue slid up and down my throbbing sex trench.
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The group left, and I followed until they reached Carl's
high-rise condo. The four couples quickly disappeared into the
elevators, and I knew there was no way I could spy any further.
Reluctantly, I drove home. All the way there, I was conjuring up
images of what might be happening in Carl's condo.
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The other two couples had beaten us back to Carl's condo
primarily because David was having a hard time concentrating on
driving with his dick inside Anita's mouth. As a result he had
taken a wrong turn.
When the four of us finally arrived, Jerome and Amber were
already naked. He had her on the bed with her legs spread wide.
His black buttocks were pumping up and down in her sex saddle as
he hammered his hard, black fuck stick in and out of her
squishing pussy. Her high-pitched squeals of delight mixed with
Jerome's deep masculine grunts of pleasure as her pussy throbbed
around his cock. David was rubbing my pussy as we stood in the
doorway and watched him fuck the hot blonde.
With my panties already gone, all David had to do get me naked
was pull my dress off my shoulders and unhook my bra. As soon as
he had me naked, I knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants.
His cock was a rigid iron bar. It was so hard, I had trouble
getting it out of his pants. I finally had to undo his belt and
open his pants. As soon as I had done that, his thick cock just
exploded out of his pants.
"Oh god! That's big, Baby. Really big," I hissed with female
pleasure.
"Bigger than your husband's?"
"Oh yeah... maybe an inch longer and thicker. Of fuck...
that's thing's really gonna stretch me."
"Have you had one this big before?"
"I haven't had any cock other than Steve's since we were
married. This big thing is going to be my first." I felt his
cock jerk with hot anticipation when I told him that. "Steve's
cock is about 7 and half inches... this luscious rod has to be
over 8" and really thick!"
"Suck it, Ellen. Suck as much of it as you can."
I took it in my hand and was shocked to find that there was no
way I could even get my hand around his thick shaft. His rod
jerked and throbbed in my hand causing hot secretions to gush
from my excited cunt. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I
pushed four inches of man meat inside. God... did this stud ever
stuff me full!
David held my head in place and slowly worked more and more of
his shaft into my mouth. When the huge head was against my
throat, I gagged. He held me in place with my mouth fully
stuffed. When my gagging subsided, he fucked his rod in and out
several times and again pushed the head against my throat. I
gagged again.
I knew he was determined to get all of it into my throat so I
tried to relax as much as possible and think about how good this
big cock was going to feel inside my cunt. After several minutes
of working it back and forth in my mouth, he again pushed the
swollen head against my throat. This time, it opened and two
inches of cock entered. Monica later told me that she could see
my neck bulging out as David's cock moved back and forth.
Once he was inside my throat, nothing was going to stop him.
Each stroke pushed in deeper until his balls were banging against
my chin on every thrust. I had about 4 inches of cock down my
throat. My saliva was being churned out of the corners of my
mouth, running down my cheeks, and dripping onto my heaving
breasts.
His organ began to swell and throb making it obvious that David
was about to pour his load straight down my gullet into my belly.
I held his balls and sucked even harder. I was stunned when he
pulled his rod out of my mouth. "Get on the bed, " he ordered.
"I'm going to fuck you."
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I was on my third beer. I had tried to watch TV, but it was
hopeless. All I could think about was what might be happening at
Carl's condo. Every thing I had seen at the Hot Spot was just a
repeat of what had happened the first time I had watched at the
Big Country Barn and what Monica and my wife had described the
previous week on Wives Night Out. Ellen hadn't done anything
that she hadn't done before. Although she had told me that she
wanted to fuck other men when she went out with the other wives,
I wasn't at all certain that she would actually do it.
I had the feeling that she would change her mind about actually
letting one of the men fuck her. In fact, I doubted that she
would even go as far as sucking one of them off. I did think she
would let them go down on her and make her cum. After all, I had
watched that woman making her cum at the Hot Spot right there on
the dance floor, but I hadn't seen her doing much to the men.
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I sat down on the bed and waited. David stood directly in
front of me, his huge, throbbing shaft sticking almost straight
up in the air. He stared intently between my thighs... right at
my now very wet and very ready pussy. "Spread wide, Ellen.
Really show it to me. Show me what I'm going to be fucking in
just a few moments." I leaned back, opened my legs, and spread
my pussy open with my fingers.
David moved quickly between my thighs. He lifted my right leg
up onto his right shoulder. Leaning into me, I felt my thigh
being pressed hard against the side of my breast, which David
captured in his hand. The bloated head pressed against my cunt.
He swabbed it up and down the gushing slit, then centered it
against the entrance to my vagina.
"Ready?"
"OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!"
Slowly, he began to work the big knob against my opening...
stretching it. I moaned when I felt my hole being forced open
for the male shaft. The big head popped into my pussy.
"UUNNGGGHHH! BIG! SO FUCKING BIG!!"
David gave me two inches. I squealed. "Too much? Should
I go slower?"
"NO! OH FUCK NO!! STICK IT IN! I WANT IT!"
His hips snapped forward, and my cunt received another three
inches. The friction was intense. My clit was already
quivering... my mouth stretched open allowing my tongue to shoot
out. He gave me two more inches. "Aaaahhhhh god! Is it all in
yet?"
"No."
"Oh my god... ooohhh shit... how much more cock?"
"Two more inches. Want all of it?"
"Yes, but I don't know if I can take it."
"Babies come out of this hole, Ellen. You can take it. Are
you ready?"
"Stick it all into me," I hissed.
David pulled four inches of cock out of my clinging vagina...
my lips caressing his shaft as it withdrew... then he rammed back
into my depths... the four inches that he had withdrawn plus the
other two inches... Nine inches of cock was buried deep inside my
married cunt hole. Then he began to fuck me with hard,
determined thrusts that powered all the way into me on very
stroke. The big head pounded against my womb and cervix. Howls
and screams of feminine delight erupted from my lungs.
After five minutes of steady, non-stop, hard fucking, I was
babbling incoherently as one orgasm after another surged through
my impaled cunt hole and clitoris.
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I looked at clock for the about the 20th time. 11:00 PM. they
had been at Carl's condo since 9:30... and hour and a half.
Everyone should be getting tired by this time. I figured my wife
was probably really getting worn out fending off the men when
they all tried to get her to spread her legs and fuck. I
wondered if she had gone back to the Anita's van to wait for the
other musketettes to return and head home.
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Jerome had nwaited patiently for David to finish fucking me.
He had had to be patient because even after that hot stud had
filled me with a huge cum load, his cock softened only a
little... and not enough to keep him for continuing to fuck me.
He just slowly pumped it in and out. The erotic squishing sounds
of his cum load and my secretions being churned by his sex piston
working in and out of my sex cylinder had us both panting.
His strokes steadily grew deeper and harder. I bent my knees
and he pushed them back to elevate my cunt into perfect fucking
position. Rising up on his knees, he watched his cock sinking in
and out of my dilated, throbbing cunt. I squeezed my tits and
moaned as another climax shook my body. A few strokes later,
David was shooting another load of cum into the bottom of my
cunt.
When David finally got off me, he helped to my feet and we went
to the kitchen to refresh with some cheese and wine. Jerome
joined us, his large black hand caressing my naked ass as we ate.
When his fingers probed into my stretched vagina, I lost
interest in the wine and cheese. Bend over the kitchen counter,
I thrust my ass back at him and enjoyed the erotic sensations his
fingers were producing in my cunt.
"Come on, Ellen. I need to get you on your back so I can fuck
you. I can't wait any longer," Jerome ordered.
"Why wait? I'm ready, Stud. More than ready. Put me on my
back and use my slutty cunt, Baby."
Five minutes later, I was spread out on the couch, my legs high
in the air and spread wide open. Jerome's thick black cock was
pumping me like a jack hammer. Every stroke was forcing some of
David's cum load out of my cunt and making it run down my ass.
"Unngghh... ugghh... ugghh... ooohhhh god... sooo good... pump
my, Jerome. Hard. Make me cum!"
He did... I was still gasping in the midst of my orgasm when
he turned me over onto my knees, pushed my head down close to the
couch, and pressed his thick cock against my ass. I gritted my
teeth against the pain... surprisingly, there was very little.
My asshole was so thoroughly lubed with all the cum that had been
pumped into me that Jerome's cock simply opened me up and sank
into my ass.
I had never felt so full. My fingers strummed my clit as the
hot stud ass fucked me. I had two more climaxes before I felt
him filling my ass with his load.
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It was 11:30 PM and still no sign of my wife and Monica. I
couldn't stand it any longer. I had to call. I dialed my wife's
cell. It began to ring... once... twice... three times. I let
it ring. Finally, some one picked up, but didn't say anything.
They just hung up after answering. "What the hell was that all
about?" I asked aloud.
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After Jerome had used me, Vance wanted a turn inside my
pussy... or maybe it was my ass. I really didn't care as long as
I got fucked. He was leading me over to a couch when I heard my
cell phone ringing. At first, I ignored it as I was just as
anxious as Vance was to get his cock into me. But the phone kept
ringing and ringing. I knew who it was without looking.
"Let me stop that ringing, Darling, so it won't bother me when
I get that luscious cock of yours up my pussy."
"Ok. But hurry. I've been waiting for you ever since last
week."
"I know. I'm sorry about that. I'll make it up to you.
Promise. Just a sec."
I took my cell out of my purse and looked at caller ID... as I
expected, it was Steve calling me. For a moment, I considered
answering it and letting him listen to Vance fucking me, but I
really didn't want to be bothered with my husband right at this
moment. So... I flicked open the phone... waited until I heard
my husband saying... "Hello... Hello? Is that you, Ellen?
Hello? ... Hel.." I closed the phone, breaking the connection.
Fifteen minutes or so later, my cell rang again and again.
At the time, Vance had my knees pressed to the couch on either
side of my tits. My cunt was sticking almost straight up in the
air. The hot stud was holding my legs back with his hands while
he rammed his prick straight down into my waiting cunt hole
fucking the shit of out me. The feeling that hard cock gave me
as it slid in and out of my waiting pussy was fantastic. The big
cock was scraping against my G-spot on each journey to the bottom
of my fuck hole making me howl again and again.
Vance had already cum several times in the other women, so he
had excellent control. But I didn't. I couldn't stop climaxing.
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I had called three times, someone would answer, but no one
would speak. It was now after midnight. I began to wonder if my
wife was really letting one of those men fuck her. Even if she
had, they should have finished by now. Maybe she was letting
more than one guy fuck her? It seemed too wild to believe, but
where was she?"
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Oh god damn, Carl, fuck me. I didn't think you would ever get
around to screwing me."
"You must be kidding, Ellen. No way I would let you get away
without sampling that hot married cunt of yours. In fact, I
intend to be in it a lot from now on."
"MMMmmmmmm... that sounds delicious... but stop talking,
Darling, and screw me."
"Hold your cunt open for me, Ellen. Let me see you spread wide
and pull your pussy lips apart. Show me your hot fuck hole,
Slut!"
I raised my legs and spread my pussy open for him. "Can you
see into me, Baby? Can you see all the cum inside me? Shoot in
some more, Lover. Hurry!"
Carl fucked me steadily with sensuous, slow strokes that
thudded into the bottom of my pussy with masculine authority...
He left no doubt that he was in charge of my cunt and the
fucking... I got it however he decided to give it to me...
"Oohhhhh god that's good.... don't stop... please don't stop."
"Whenever I call you in the future, I expect you to be ready to
fuck... understand?" He pumped me hard several times bringing me
to the edge of an orgasm. Then he stopped. "Do you understand?
You fuck when I tell you to fuck."
"OOOhhhh god... pump me... don't stop. I'm so close... Let me
cum."
He didn't move his cock. I was writhing in need. "Answer me!"
"Yes...yes... yes... YES! Now finish me!"
"Yes what?"
"OOohhhh... shit... Yes... I fuck when you tell me to fuck.
NOW FINISH ME, YOU DIRTY BASTARD!"
Carl rammed my convulsing pussy with a hard series of thrusts
to the bottom of my vagina. I literally exploded, my juices
squirting out of my tightly plugged hole. I was still throbbing
when I realized that he hadn't cum.
"You didn't cum? Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Except I'm in the wrong hole. This load's
going up your hot asshole." He pulled his rod out of my
contracting pussy, moved downward a couple of inches, and nailed
his entire length into my ass with one smooth stroke. I grunted
like a whore as I took his prick deep inside my ass and felt it
ejaculating inside me.
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Return:
At 1:30 AM, I heard Anita's van pulling into our circular
driveway. I waited for five minutes or so, but neither Monica
nor Ellen came into the house. Finally, I could no long stand
the suspense. Entering the living whose windows faced the
driveway, I turned out the lights and opened the blind. The two
large porch lights illuminated the van and, in addition, Anita
had turned on the inside lights of the van.
Anita, Amber, Monica, and a man were in the front two seats of
the van. All of them were turned around looking toward the back.
Through the side windows at the back, I could see two female
legs spread wide and up in the air where they were jerking back
and forth. Since I could see the other three musketettes in the
front, it was obvious the legs belonged to my wife.
As I watched, I caught occasional glimpses of the back and ass
of the guy fucking Ellen as he rose up preparing for his next
thrust into her cunt. Any further doubts I had about whether my
wife was being screwed were erased by the guy's ass thrusting
between Ellen's raised legs.
Wanting a better view, I slipped out the side door of the house
and worked my way around to the front. The view I had was 10
times better than I had expected since the back hatch of the van
had been raised to give the guy more room. I had a perfect view
of the connection between the guy's iron-hard cock and my wife's
widely stretched, squishing cunt.
Again and again, the thick shaft was pulled from her hole until
only the head was still in her. I could see her ass rising as he
pulled out... apparently in an effort to keep as much of his cock
in her as possible. Each time, he fucked his cock back into the
waiting cunt hole, I could hear the very familiar moans my wife
always made when she was being fucked.
I got closer... so close I could see her pussy lips clinging to
his shaft each time he pulled it back... then disappearing back
into her hole when the cock again drove into her depths. The hot
squishing sounds of her juices being churned by the male piston
were loud and clear. So were her gasps and grunts that came
regularly each time the cock drove into the bottom of her cunt.
"UUGGHH! AAAHHH! ... UUGGHH! AAAHHH! ... UUGGHH! AAAHHH!
Oh shit! Fuck me, David... harder... UUGGHH! AAAHHH! ...
UUGGHH! AAAHHH! NOW! GIVE IT TO ME HARD! I'M CUMMING!
UUGGHH! AAAHHH! UUGGHH! AAAHHH! UUGGHH! AAAHHH!"
"Here it comes, you hot Bitch! Take my load!
Aagggghhhhhhhhh!"
For a full minute, the two bodies continued to thrash together.
Then, slowly, their gyrations slowed... the cock entered the
cunt and stayed there without moving. My wife's legs wrapped
around the guy's waist and held him tightly against her still
trembling body. Although he kept his rod fully buried inside her
cunt, he had stopped fucking my wife. I hurried back into the
house to await their return.
It was another 20 minutes before Monica and Ellen came into the
house. Apparently, the other man had decided to fuck Monica
before allowing them get out of the van. When they walked in the
front door, it was obvious that both of them had been fucked
repeatedly. Their make up was gone as were their bras and
panties. Ellen's dress hung off one shoulder exposing most of
one of the tits. Rivers of dried semen coated both legs and her
tits. It was even in her hair with dried splatters over her
cheeks and ears. Monica didn't look much better.
"Oh my god!" I shouted, unable to suppress my shock.
"It was just sex, Darling. Just once a week on Wives Night
Out," my wife said with a smile.
I practically ran to her. "I'm so hard, it hurts. Let's go to
bed. I want to fuck you. I NEED to fuck you," I moaned.
"Get real, Darling. Monica and I are just exhausted. We're
going to sleep in her room tonight so you won't bother us. Maybe
by tomorrow night, we won't be so sore and exhausted. Don't jack
off, Honey. Save it for me tomorrow."
The two women smiled and vanished into Monica's bedroom leaving
me with a hard, raging, and very painful erection. It took me a
half hour to get to sleep. The only reason I could sleep at all
was due to the very late hour.
I couldn't have been asleep for more than 30 minutes when I
felt a warm wet mouth engulfing my still semi-erect cock. It
immediately hardened into a rigid steel shaft bringing a moan of
pleasure from the woman sucking me.
I started to raise up to see if it was Ellen or Monica sucking
me, but I only made it a few inches before two cum-streaked
female thighs surrounded my head and a cum-filled, dripping cunt
was mashed into my mouth. "Clean me out," the woman ordered. I
couldn't tell if it was Ellen's or Monica's cunt I was cleaning.
After fifteen minutes, I couldn't hold my load any longer.
My prick throbbed and jerked over six times, each time sending a
thick volley of semen into the sucking mouth. She swallowed
every drop and continued to suck me. My cock didn't even begin
to soften.
When I had the cunt mashed on my face reasonable cleaned of
sperm and semen, the women quickly changed places and a new,
cum-filled cunt was grinding into my face and mouth.
This time, I was able to control my climax until I had finished
scooping out all the cum my tongue could reach from the gaping
pussy. The women pulled away from and I heard my wife hiss,
"Turn on the lights, Darling, so you can see your hot prize."
When I flicked the light switch, I saw both women on their
knees on the bed. Their heads were lowered to the bed, their
asses high in the air. Both assholes gaped open from the
multiple fuckings they hard received.
"You didn't think we'd leave you with a painful raging
erection, did you, Honey? No way we're going to waste a gorgeous
hard cock like yours, Baby. Come on. Use us, Darling. Any hole
you like... whenever you like... from now on... except, of
course, on Wives Night Out".
Moving behind my wife, I drove my sex spike into her asshole.
This time, there was no need to spend five or ten minutes working
it slowly into her hole. My entire seven and a half inch shaft
sank into her on the first thrust. She grunted when my balls
banged against her sensitive clitoris. While I assfucked my
wife, I used my fingers inside Monica's waiting holes. "You're
next," I warned.
"Oh fuck yes! That's why I moved in here, Stud. You can fuck
me anytime. I'll even stay home on Wives Night Out to fuck you,
Honey," Monica hissed.
As my prick plunged in and out of my moaning wife, I had to
smile. Carl, Jerome, Vance, and David all thought they had it
great because they could fuck the women one night a week... at
least for awhile. In contrast, I had these two luscious women
six nights a week whenever I wanted them. Right then and there,
I decided that I truly loved "Wives Night Out".
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