A Working Wife and her Sister

	by RLM


	Neal Kempler first laid eyes on his future wife when he was a
graduate student working on his doctorate.  He had been studying
in the Student Union as was his practice.  He had long since
discovered that having a warm cup of coffee and a light snack
readily available made studying much easier and actually
increased his level of understanding and retention of the
material.  He remembered distinctly that he had just looked up
from the papers he was reading to take a bite of the croissant in
front of him when he saw Lorraine Denning.

	The gorgeous blonde was also carrying a tray with coffee and a
croissant.  Fortuitously, the table next to his had been vacant,
and she had taken a seat there.  Neal later thought how so much
of one's life depends upon the smallest factors.  If that table
had been occupied, he and Lorraine might never have dated.  But
the table had been empty, and she had taken a seat facing him,
another fortuitous factor.

	After setting out her food, she opened a book and began to
study, exactly as Neal was doing.  However, when Lorraine crossed
her legs exposing a wide expanse of one of her thighs, Neal's
study came to an abrupt halt.  He chided himself for staring at
her legs like some adolescent schoolboy, but try as he might, he
simply could not tear his eyes away from the woman.  Above her
short skirt, she was wearing a tight sweater that molded her 36D
breasts perfectly.  Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her neck
and curled in beautiful waves about her shoulders.  She wore only
a little makeup, but her bright blue eyes, full sensuous lips,
and flawless face made more makeup unnecessary.  When he did
manage to lift his eyes from her exposed thigh, they seemed to
just automatically travel upward to her thrusting breasts or to
her beautiful face.

	Sensing his stare, Lorraine looked up at him.  To his great
credit, he did not look away.  Fortunately, at the moment she
caught him staring at her, his gaze had been locked onto her
face, not her breasts or exposed thigh.  Looking directly into
her eyes, Neal smiled, waited, and hoped.  A moment later, she
returned his smile.

	That was all the encouragement Neal required.  Rising, he moved
the seven feet to her table, never taking his eyes from hers. 
When he was standing directly in front of her, he said simply,
"Hi.  I'm Neal Kempler, a history graduate student.  I see you
also like to study with a cup of coffee and a snack.  You seem to
be alone... so am I.  May I join you?"

	"Do you always approach strange women this way?" she teased.

	"No.  I rarely have enough courage to do so.  In fact, to be
honest, this is the first time I've ever done it.  But I couldn't
bring myself to just let you get up and walk out of my life
without even trying to meet you."

	"Well, your courage is rewarded.  I'm Lorraine Denning, a senior
marketing major.  Why don't you bring all your stuff over here
and join me?"

	After Neal had spread his food and papers out on her table, he
settled into the chair next to hers.  "Why were you staring at me
in the first place?" she asked, the teasing twinkle still dancing
in her eyes.

	Returning her stare and smile, Neal replied honestly, "You're
gorgeous."

	"Thank you, but there are a lot of beautiful women all around
the dining room.  Were you staring at them too?"

	"No.  I was reading research papers in European history.  I
hadn't noticed any of them."

	"Then why did you pay any attention to me?"

	"Like I said, you're beautiful and you sat down right next to my
table."

	"That's all?" she inquired with a questioning stare.

	"No.  That's not all," came his honest reply.

	"What else then?"

	"You sat facing me."

	"And?"

	"And, you crossed your legs exposing most of your thigh."

	"And my thigh is gorgeous too?"

	"I wouldn't say it was gorgeous.  Your face is gorgeous... your
thigh is sexy and sensuous.  I lost all interest in European
history when I saw it.  And then when I looked up and saw the
rest of you, I lost all interest in every thing else except
finding a way to meet you."

	Lorraine paused for moment, taking a sip of her coffee.  "You're
very honest and truthful.  Also confident and handsome.  I like
those qualities in a man."

	"Now it's my turn to say thank you.  I hope you're not offended
by my staring at your thigh."

	"It would hardly be appropriate for me to be offended, Neal...
considering that I deliberately sat facing you and made certain
that a lot of my thigh was showing when I crossed my legs for
your benefit."

	Lorraine's admission got an immediate response from Neal's cock,
which began to grow rapidly.

	"Are you always this honest and open?" he asked.

	"No.  In fact, like you, this is my first time to be so honest
and open.  I guess your honesty and truthfulness is infectious. 
Did my thigh really excite you?"

	"It did, but not as much as your honesty is exciting me right
now."

	"Just my telling you that I intentionally allowed you to see my
thigh is turning you on?"

	"Yes... a lot."

	"Good.  I like that too."

	"Will you have dinner with me tonight?"

	"Of course I will.  You already knew that."

	"I was hoping... yes."

	After a moment of silence:  "Are you hard?"

	"Yes... very."

	"Just from looking at my thigh?"

	"That and the rest of your body and hearing you speak.  I would
have to be either gay or a eunuch not to get hard."

	"MMmmmmmm..."

	Lorraine and Neal continued to stare at each other without
speaking.  Finally, Neal whispered to her, "Are you wet?"

	"Yes... very."

	"Just from knowing that I'm hard?"

	"That and the rest of your body and hearing you speak.  I would
have to be a lesbian not to get wet."

	"Mmmmmmm...  I can't tell you how much I like that."

	"Try."

	"You have me iron hard now."

	"Oh god!"

	"Do you fuck on the first date?"

	"Never!"

	"Never?"

	"Never before."

	"All right.  I understand.  But I am going to fuck you soon."

	"I know."

	"How wet are you?"

	"My panties feel like they're drenched.  My thighs are wet."

	Neal gathered his papers and stood up waiting for Lorraine to do
the same.  As they left the cafeteria, each had their arm around
the other's waist.  Neal's pants were tented with his throbbing
erection.  Lorraine's thighs were now wet almost to her knees.

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	Dinner that evening and during the next fifteen dates over the
next two months were erotic and sensuous for both Lorraine and
Neal in spite of the fact that, except for some passionate
kissing coupled with some light caressing, there was little overt
sex.  Their sixteen dates were, however, filled with teasing and
sexual repartee.

	At dinner the first night, Neal whispered across the table, "I
can't concentrate on what I'm eating... you're just too
beautiful."

	"Ooohh... I like that.  Think about me, Neal.  Don't think about
the food or your stomach."

	"I am thinking about you and what's under that sexy dress you
have on."

	"I'm under it."

	"Is that all?"

	"That's for me to know and for you to wonder about."

	Later that evening on the dance floor, the couple were dancing
very close, their bodies essentially molded together.

	"God... you feel wonderful against me.  I love how firm your
breasts are."

	"You're crushing them."

	"Do you mind?  Want me to stop?"

	"No and No."

	After another couple of turns around the floor, Lorraine
whispered in Neal's ear, "You feel so thick!  Are you thick?"

	"Yes... very thick, but only average in length."

	"MMmmmmmm.... HARD and THICK matter... length doesn't count for
much.  Don't you know that?"

	"No, I didn't.  No woman has ever told me that."

	"I just did.  Remember it."

	"I will."

	Thirty minutes later, Neal still had Lorraine in his arms on the
dance floor.  "What counts?" she whispered.

	"Hard and thick count for women," he whispered back.  When
Lorraine nodded, he asked, "What do you think counts for men?"

	"Big tits... sexy ass," Lorraine said softly as she nipped his
ear lobe.

	"Big tits are for little boys.  Sexy ass is nice, but sensuous
legs are more important.  But what really counts is passion in
bed.  Don't you know that?"

	"No man has ever told me that."

	"I just did.  Remember it when I take you to bed."

	Neal felt Lorraine's body shuddering in his arms.

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	Each date was like that until the sixteenth.  On that date,
Lorraine could not keep her hips and ass from grinding against
Neal's thick, hard shaft that pressed against her mound as the
moved about the dance floor.

	"People are watching us," Neal whispered in her ear.

	"Oh god... I know.  I can't stop.  Your cock feels so damn good
against my pussy."

	"I'm so hard, it hurts."

	Lorraine's body was shaking.  The grinding of her hips began to
change to a steady thrusting like a woman being fucked.  Her
breathing was becoming labored causing her breasts to heave and
thrust into Neal's chest.

	Neal's lowered his hands to her ass and pressed her mound hard
against his shaft.

	"Oohh.  Oohh.  Oohh.  Oohh."  Lorraine's trembling increased.

	"You're cumming, aren't you?"  Neal whispered as his hands
caressed her thrusting ass.

	"Yeessss...  cummingg... god.  Don't believe this."

	"Cum harder!  Press your hot, throbbing cunt against my cock.  I
love feeling you cum.  Incredible!"

	Moments later, she was panting in the aftermath of her climax. 
"Oohhhh... god.  You told me that day in the Student Union that
you were going to fuck me soon.  How long are you going to make
me wait?"

	"I'm supposed to be saying that to you?"

	"I know... I know.  But you won't say it, and you've got me so
hot for it that I'm disgracing myself in public now.  Every woman
here knows that I just came."

	"Just the women?  What about the men?   Don't they know too?"

	"Mmmmm... probably not.  Most men don't know the signs that a
woman is cumming... but the women here do, and all of them know
you just made me cum from rubbing my cunt against your big, hard
cock."

	Neal continued to dance with Lorraine through another song and
then kept her on the dance floor when still another one began. 
Her body was again beginning to tremble.  Before the song was
half over, Neal maneuvered into a dimly lit corner and pressed
her body up against the wall.  With the unyielding wall against
her back, there was no way she could retreat from the relentless
pressure of his rigid prick against her mound.  Her hips were
again grinding against his erection.

	Keeping her pinned against the wall, Neal extracted a small case
from his pocket.  Whispering in her ear, he said the magic words:
 "We both graduate in two months.  Will you marry me?"  As he
said the words, he flipped open the case to reveal the silver
band with three, quarter-caret diamonds set in a neat row on top.


	Almost unable to speak, Lorraine gasped, "On our first date, you
told me that what really counts most for a man is a woman's
passion in bed.  So, don't you think you should fuck me first
before you decide to propose to me?"

	"My proposal isn't contingent upon your letting me fuck you
first."

	"I know... I know, Darling.  But I want you to fuck me first. 
If I'm a lousy lay, you don't have to ask me to marry you.   You
may as well not argue.  I'm not saying yes unless you fuck me
first.  Please.  Take me somewhere."

	"Where would you like for me to take you?"

	"Anywhere... the parking lot... the women's rest room... the
back seat of your car... your apartment... I just want your cock
in my cunt... fucking me...  If I'm a good fuck, then you can ask
me to marry you, and I'll say yes."

	"You hot sexy Bitch.  Take your tits out... right now!  Do it!"

	"But we're in public," she protested.

	"So?  Take them out.  If I need to fuck you before I can propose
to you, I want to see if your nipples are hard.  Do it!"

	Lorraine grinned and as she pulled open the top of her dress and
extracted both naked globes, she whispered in his ear, "You dirty
Bastard... making me expose my tits like this."

	Her nipples were as hard a pencil erasers... stiff... rigid...
swollen.  Neal squeezed both between his fingers and then twisted
them.  She moaned as her tongue shot out and began to flick
rapidly over her top lip.  Neal continued to pull and squeeze her
nipples until another man stopped to watch.  He stared at
Lorraine's heaving tits, licked his lips, and gave Neal a thumbs
up sign.

	"Ok.  Your nipples are hard enough.  You're making a scene.  Put
your tits back in your dress, you hot Slut."  Neal kissed
Lorraine right there on the dance floor and then led the
trembling woman out of the club to his car.  Her legs were
trembling so hard, he had to support her.

	When they were in the car headed toward Neal's apartment, he
glanced over at Lorraine and saw that she was so excited that she
was panting.  "Take your tits out again.  Leave them out this
time." he ordered.  This time, Lorraine didn't hesitate a second.
 Her hands frantically jerked her bodice open as both hands
lifted her tits free of the dress.  Her nipples were even harder
now.

	"Turn toward me.  Put your foot up on the seat... the other one
on the floorboard.  Spread wide open so I can see your panties."

	"I can't do that... I'm sorry, but I'm not wearing panties."

	"Why?"

	"I wanted you to fuck me tonight." she said as assumed the
position Neal had ordered.  Looking between her wide open thighs,
he saw that her cunt was naked.  It also appeared to be very wet,
open, and ready.

	"You beautiful, hot, sexy Slut.  Put both of your feet up on the
seat and open yourself wide so all the drivers who pass and the
truckers can see your hot, wet, open cunt...  Do it!  Feet up! 
Legs open!  Spread it!"

	As soon as Neal got Lorraine into his apartment, he pushed her
onto the bed and ran his hands up the inside of her thighs. 
Pulling her toward his body, he pressed her legs open even wider.
His fingers penetrated her in one smooth stroke sinking all the
way into her soaked and thoroughly lubricated vagina. His fingers
thrust rapidly in and out of her throbbing hole.  Suddenly, her
cunt erupted, her juices spurted out, and her entire body
shuddered in orgasm.

	As soon as her climax subsided, he lowered his mouth and sucked
the throbbing clitoris between his lips.  Lorraine groaned deep
in her throat; her passion once more mounting to a raging fire. 
As the tongue began to lash up and down the shaft of the turgid
clit, Lorraine's moans to turn to shrieks of pleasure.  Her body
stiffened and her hips thrust her crotch upward as she started to
cum again.

	Neal rose from the bed and watched Lorraine's body shaking with
the force of her climax.  By the time he had removed all his
clothes, she had curled up in the fetal position with both hands
mashed between her thighs against her pulsing cunt.

	"Spread!" he ordered.  If you want cock, then spread wide for it
like a woman should."

	Groaning, Lorraine turned onto her back and opened herself wide.
 Her labia and clit were still engorged, pulsing slowly, her hole
flanged open and ready.  Neal's cock was out and ready.  Moving
between his future's wife's thighs, he placed the swollen head
directly against her opening.
	
	With one hard thrust, he drove the steel-hard shaft in and began
to fuck her.  His hips snapped back, pulling his cock almost out
of the groaning woman, and then ramming forcefully back into her
waiting cunt.  Lorraine's cunt lips stretched wide to receive the
thick shaft as it slid all the way into her. When he had it fully
buried, Neal fucked the thrashing woman with hard, slamming
strokes that forced her ass deep into the mattress each time the
cock head thudded into the bottom of her cunt.

	It took Lorraine only a couple of minutes to surge into another
orgasm.  When Neal felt her vagina throbbing about his shaft, he
pulled out and moved his head between her thighs.  The sight of
Lorraine's cunt and ass holes opening and closing repeatedly as
she came was incredibly erotic.  He felt like he might ejaculate
all over her belly just from watching her cum.

	Not yet ready to cum, he flipped the gasping woman onto her side
and moved behind her in spoon position.  Lifting her right leg
high in the air, he nailed his cock back into her gaping,
throbbing cunt hole.  Lorraine wailed and howled as the thick
shaft once again stretched her hole open and sank into her
depths.  The fucking sounds were a combination of thuds each time
the cock bottomed out in her cunt and erotic squishing noises as
the male piston slammed in and out of the female sex cylinder.

	Lorraine surged into another orgasm.  This time Neal could not
hold back.  His cock jerked and throbbed inside Lorraine's cunt.
She felt him swelling and pulsing and knew he was going to cum in
her.

	"Ooohhh god YES!  Cum in me!  PUMP ME FULL, STUD.  GIVE IT TO
ME, BABY.  UNLOAD INSIDE MY PUSSY!"

	There was really no need for her to give him instructions as to
where to shoot his load.  He knew exactly where to put it.  A
moment later, his cock contracted in a series of hard spasms
sending gush after gush of semen into Lorraine's waiting cunt.

	A few minutes later, Neal lay beside her, on his back gasping
for breath, his cock still semi-hard and twitching.  Lorraine
still kept her legs up and back so he could see her pussy and ass
in case he decided to mount her again.  As she waited, a thick,
white stream of semen ran from her stretched cunt.

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	After spending the entire night between Lorraine's legs, mounted
on her doggy, giving it to her in spoon position as she slept
during the night, eating her pussy until she begged him to
stop... to let her rest, and letting her suck his rigid cock
until his load fired into her belly, Neal proposed marriage to
her the next morning.  Lorraine accepted on the condition that he
promise not to mount her again immediately as she was too sore
and too tired.

	As planned, they married two weeks after Lorraine received her
B.B.A. in marketing and Neal was awarded his Ph.D. in history. 
Having very little money at the time, the happy couple spent
their honeymoon on a camping trip to one of the national parks.

	During his last two months in graduate school, Neal had secured
a tenure-track, professorial position at a moderate-sized state
university that was located in a mid-western metropolitan city
that would provide Lorraine with ample job opportunities.  With
her grades and beauty, she had no problems securing a position
with an established firm.  The salary was on the low side, but
when combined with Neal's salary, they expected to have few
financial problems as long as they were reasonably frugal.

	Lorraine proved to be a wonderful wife in every respect.  She
was equally pleased with her new husband.  The household chores
were divided equally so that they would both be relaxed and have
time to enjoy each other during their time together.  They shared
the cleaning and cooking duties.  If Neal prepared their evening
meal, Lorraine would set the table and take care of the dishes. 
When Lorraine did the cooking, their roles were reversed.  Once a
week, they did the grocery shopping together.  Neal took care of
sweeping the carpets and cleaning the bathrooms while Lorraine
did the laundry.  Since they did all of these things together,
and combined them with an ample amount of teasing and sex play,
the chores seemed more like fun than work.

	In the bedroom, Lorraine was every man's wet dream, and Neal
proved to be an incredible lover.  Lorraine never allowed sex to
become routine or boring.  She proved to be not only willing, but
eager to try new things without regard to what others might
think.  Neal never knew what to expect from her from one day to
another.   Sometimes she would come home from work wearing a
micro-mini skirt, a tank top and a thong, but no bra.  She would
stand in the entry way, hand on her hip, and ask, "Are you the
guy who called the escort service.  I'm Gloria."  On other
occasions, she would "confess" to having had an affair and ask
him to punish her.

	On the other side, Lorraine found herself being kept in a
constant state of arousal and excitement by Neal's love making
skills and his erotic creativity.  Even after over two years of
marriage, roses would sometimes arrive for her with the card
reading only, "Your Lover".  On other occasions, she would answer
the phone while at work to hear her husband's voice telling her
to go to the ladies room and remove her panties so she would be
ready for ravishment as soon as he saw her.  On those occasions,
her panties would come off as soon as the phone call ended.

	After three years of blissful marriage, Lorraine and Neal were
blessed with baby identical twin girls whom they named Belinda
and Melinda.  The couple was ecstatic, but after two years of
trying to make ends meet financially on Lorraine's small salary
and Neal's income as an assistant professor as well as trying to
raise and care for their twins, both parents realized that they
had to make some changes.

	"Neal, the problem is that I can't make enough money in my
present job after we subtract child care costs to make much
difference.  And besides, the girls need a parent at home most of
the time."

	"Well," Neal commented.  "We certainly can't make it on my
salary alone.  Maybe you can find a better job?"

	"Possibly, but I have what I think is a better idea.  Say I quit
my present job and open up and independent marketing consulting
business.  I have the contacts and I know the business.  Also, I
don't have the huge overhead that the large agencies have so I
can do the job for less than they can.  Finally, it won't be an 8
to 5 job so I can spend a lot more time with the girls and we
will save on child care costs.  What do you think?"

	Six months later, Lorraine had opened her consulting business,
and things were very slowly getting better.  The girls had a
parent at home more and that was a big plus, but financially, she
wasn't making much more than had been making at her former job. 
But they remained upbeat and hopeful.  Neal should soon receive
tenure and promotion to associate professor rank so that would
help and maybe her business would improve.

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	It was a Saturday, and it was also Neal's 31st birthday.  As
soon as he awoke that morning with his usual hard morning
erection, he realized that today was Saturday and they didn't
have to hurry and also that today was his birthday.  He fully
expected to get really lucky this morning.

	Moving over against his wife, who was facing away from him, he
kissed her on the back of the neck as his hand moved around to
her front to capture her breasts and nipples, which he began to
stroke, pinch lightly, and pull.  At the same time, he pressed
his raging erection into the crease of her sexy ass and began to
slowly grind and hump against her.

	He was in no hurry, so he continued his slow, erotic massage of
her breasts with his hand, her neck with his lips, and her ass
with his hard cock, waiting patiently for her sexual excitement
to force her to turn onto her back and open her legs for her
lover.

	He was totally shocked when his wife of 8 years slipped out of
his grasp and got out of bed leaving him with a throbbing,
unfulfilled erection.

	"Sorry, Honey... but it's your birthday and I have big plans for
today, and part of those plans require your sex gun to be hard as
stone, fully loaded, and ready."  Leaning back over the bed,
Lorraine let her breasts dangle tantalizingly in his face.  "Kiss
your slutty wife's tits, Honey.  And tonight, if you mind me,
you'll get your reward... big time."

	She cupped both tits and fed them into her husband's eager
mouth.  A minute later, he was sucking her hard, his hands
cupping and squeezing both globes to the point that she felt her
cunt contracting and wetting her thighs.  She knew if she let him
continue for another ten seconds, she was going to end up with
his cock buried up her needy pussy.  So... she backed away.

	"Don't you want it, Honey?" he asked... pleading.

	"Of course I want it.  When have I ever not wanted it?  Ever
since you fucked the shit out of me after you proposed and I
turned you down unless you fucked me, just thinking about getting
your cock into my cunt gets me wet and ready.  But today, I have
some special plans.  Ok?  Please?"

	Neal slipped out of bed, kissed his sensuous wife, whacked her
soundly on the ass, and said, "Fix my breakfast, Wench."

	Lorraine arched her eyebrows and replied, "Yes, Master.  But be
careful, Baby.  Remember, your birthday only lasts one day."

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	That evening, at Lorraine's instructions, Neal dressed in a new
outfit his wife had purchased just for the occasion.  There was
no undershirt... just a stretch, tight T-shirt that emphasized
his very nice build, particularly his well-toned pecs and biceps.
 Looking in the mirror, Neal realized it was something he would
never be able to wear to the University, but tonight was a
different matter.

	He looked in the box for his shorts but found only a very small
pair of briefs.  Except for the extra material in front to
contain his cock and balls, it was essentially a thong like a
woman might wear.  The pants matched the T-shirt, both in
material and tightness.  They molded his legs like a second skin
outlining every muscle, and the crotch was so tight, there was no
possible way he could conceal the bulge of his thick cock. 
"Obviously," he thought, "I've got to be careful not to get a
hard-on in these pants or everyone will know."

	The final item in the box was a new pair of tennis shoes.  As he
put them on, he realized that whatever his wife had planned for
the evening, it wasn't a concert or the opera.

	While he was in their den waiting for his wife to finish
dressing, he thought he would talk to Melinda and Belinda, their
twin girls.  But after searching their usual haunts, he found no
trace of the kids.  Laughing to himself, he realized that he and
Lorraine were going out so the children were probably at the
sitter's place.

	A quarter of an hour later, Lorraine came out.  Even though Neal
had seen his wife dress hot many times, tonight, she had outdone
herself.  His mouth opened, but no sound emerged, and there was
no possibility of his tearing his eyes away from his wife.

	"Oh, I love that!"  Lorraine squealed.  "I think you like the
way I look.  Will it embarrass you?  I can change.  It's your
birthday and I don't want you to be uncomfortable.  I have a
matching jacket I'll wear when we're in places where it wouldn't
do to show off my tits and pussy like this."

	His wife's outfit consisted of practically nothing.  The top was
a white, long-sleeve blouse that was transparent.  Without a bra,
Lorraine's tits were totally on display.  Both nipples and their
areolas were easily seen.  Below the see-through, thin blouse,
she wore a black micro-mini skirt.  As Neal watched in awe, she
pulled it up a couple of inches.  The slight motion of the skirt
exposed her black garters and the transparent V of her thin,
white panties through which there was no problem seeing her
pussy.  Below the tiny skirt were thigh-high stockings clipped to
the garters.  Her feet were encased in five-inch black heels.

	"I'm hard just looking at you," Neal stated.

	"Good... I want you that way all night.  Hard... really HARD!
and hot for me.  Are you ready?  Last chance to have me change."

	"No way!  Let's go."

	On their way out, Lorraine picked up a large handbag.  A minute
later, they backed out of their driveway with Lorraine at the
wheel.

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	Their first stop was Richard's Club, a place that Lorraine knew
Neal liked to go.  The ambiance was erotic, the lighting subdued,
and there was a dance floor.  In addition, the food was very
good.  Lorraine had reservations, and as soon as they entered,
their waiter showed them to their table adjacent to the dance
floor.

	Once seated, he took their drink orders while Lorraine
unbuttoned her jacket enough to allow their young waiter to see
her exposed breasts when he looked down.  As soon as he did so,
his eyes locked onto her breasts.  Lorraine studied the menu, and
after
she had made her selection, she straightened in her chair.  The
motion automatically thrust her tits forward and caused her
jacket to completely fall to one side allowing the man to see
every thing.
Lorraine was certain he had an erection when he left the table.

	Leaning across the table, Neal whispered, "My wife is a hot,
teasing slut."

	"You noticed," she grinned.

	"How much did he see?"

	"Every thing... both tits... both nipples... every thing."

	"God.  I think he was hard when he left the table."

	"He was... very hard."

	"Is he big?"

	"He looked big... maybe seven inches.  Hard to tell."

	"Are you wet?"

	"I've been wet ever since I was getting dressed.  Right now, I'm
even wetter, but not as wet as I'll be later this evening."

	"You mean when I get you bed?"

	"Sooner than that, Lover... sooner than that... much sooner."

	"How's that?"

	"You'll find out right after we finish dinner.  By the way,
here's one of your four birthday gifts."  Lorraine opened her
large bag, extracted a nicely wrapped gift package, and handed it
to her husband.

	Neal smiled and blew his wife a kiss as he opened his gift.  "Oh
my god!  This is perfect," he exclaimed as he inspected the
gleaming silver case of the laptop computer.  Fully equipped with
a very fast processor, 1 GB of RAM memory, and a large hard
drive, it was a near top-of-the-line instrument.  "It really is
wonderful, Honey.  You have no idea how much this is going to
help me with my work!  But the money?... How?"

	"Don't worry, Lover.  It's fully paid for.  I've been holding
back a little each time I get a commission check for my
consulting services.  I hope you like it."

	"I love it and you!"  Neal thought a moment and then asked, "You
said something about four presents?  This dinner with my
incredibly sexy, hot wife is one.  The laptop is two.  I'm hoping
fiery hot sex with you is a third.  But what's the fourth?"

	"Be patient.  You'll find out right after dinner."

-----------------------------
	
	After dinner, Lorraine again got behind the wheel of their car
and turned to face her husband.  "All right.  Time for that
fourth gift you asked about.  But first, we need to talk.  I'm
not at all certain you will enjoy gift number four.  In fact, it
may make you furious or embarrass you.  I have to have your
absolute promise that you will say so if it does so we can stop,
go home, and spend the rest of the night fucking.  Agreed?"

	When Neal nodded his agreement, Lorraine shook her head.  "I
need for you say it... out loud and mean it."

	"I promise... truly.  If I'm not comfortable or about to get
angry, I'll tell you immediately.  But I can't imagine that
anything like that could possibly happen... but I do promise."

	"Ok.  Fair enough.  We're going to the "Sultan's Palace".

	Lorraine backed the car out of the parking and headed toward the
downtown area.

	"The Sultan's Palace," Neal said in a questioning tone.  "Isn't
that..."

	His wife interrupted him.  "Yes it is.  It's a hot, raunchy,
strip club.  How do you feel about watching some sexy, hot women
strip naked for you while I'm with you?  I'll even buy you some
lap dances if you're up for it... and I'm pretty sure you will be
'up', if you catch my drift."

	"You know you'll be one of only a few women there except for the
dancers and waitresses.  If you're comfortable, so am I.  Let's
go for it."

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

	When they entered the "Sultan's Palace", Lorraine handed the guy
at the door a card.  Not only had she already paid the cover
charge, she had also arranged for a reserved table right beside
the runway.  When they sat down, she handed Neal a bundle of
bills.  Her husband looked confused.

	"To tip the dancers, Honey.  Get them to show you more.  Haven't
you ever been to a strip club before?... No... don't answer
that," she said with a grin.

	At this point, Neal's wife stood, removed her jacket, and pulled
her short skirt a couple of inches higher on her hips.  Both tits
were fully exposed as well has her garter straps and panties.
Men all around their table forgot about the nearly naked dancer
on the stage and stared at her tits, nipples, legs, and cunt.

	"Every guy here who can see you is staring at you," Neal
whispered to his wife.

	"Want to go?  Are you embarrassed or angry?  You promised to
tell me.  This is just the start, Lover."

	When Neal shook his head, Lorraine said, "Hold up some money,
Lover.  Get that redheaded slut over here and see if she'll let
you pull down her G-string to insert the money."

	Neal did as Lorraine had suggested and was surprised when the
woman seductively danced in his direction.  When she right in
front of him, she spread her legs and thrust her G-string covered
pussy back and forth right in his face.

	"Like my pussy, Baby?" she said to Neal.  "Want to see more of
it?"

	"I love it... hot... sexy.  I hope it's wet."

	She moved even closer, her hips rotating her pussy a few inches
in front of his face.  "Very wet, Honey.  I bet it wetter than
hers," she said indicating Lorraine.  "Is she your wife?"

	When Neal nodded, the redhead asked, "Is she a good fuck?  She
looks hot enough."

	"I hope to check out how good she is later tonight.  But right
now, I need to put this money someplace and the only place I can
see is under your G-string."

	Moving her pussy to within two inches of his face, she said,
"Then I guess that's where you should put it, Honey."  Her hips
continued to undulate as Neal pulled the G-string down her hips
exposed the small triangular red bush above her cunt slit. 
Without asking, he pulled the garment down her legs to her feet
and watched as the woman stepped out of them.  Neal stuffed the
bills in the woman's garter belt as she pulled his face against
her steamy pussy.  His tongue flashed up the length of her slit
and then over her clit.

	The dancer's body quivered until she finally pulled away 10
seconds later.  The men along the runway who had watched Neal
licking her cunt cheered and gave him several thumbs-up signs.

	Looking at Lorraine, the redhead said, "You've got a really hot
guy there, Honey.  Take good care of him or someone like me
will."

	The dancer moved on down the runway as Lorraine pulled the table
back enough to allow her to see her husband's crotch.  The tight
pants clearly outlined the thick, rigid, throbbing shaft.  "I see
that dirty bitch got you hard.  And right in front of your wife.
I may make you sleep on the couch tonight, you randy bastard,"
Lorraine said with a big smile so her husband would be certain
that she was teasing.  The fact was that her pussy was much
wetter than the redhead's.

	As her husband watched, Lorraine stood, unzipped her black,
micro-mini skirt and pulled it down her hips.  She shoved the
garment into her handbag and sat back down again, this time with
her legs up.  Her thin panties were the only thing between the
two dozen pairs of male eyes that were trying to stare between
her thighs and her cunt.

	She saw her husband staring at her bug-eyed.  "I'm wearing more
than that slut whose cunt you just licked, Honey.  Do you want to
leave?  We can if you want to."  Neal just shook his head
negatively.

	As they watched the next dancer, a sexy-looking brunette,
Lorraine whispered, "Have you noticed the action over in the
corner?"

	"You mean the women giving the lap dances?"

	"Yeah... I want you to have a lap dance before we go."

	"Listen, Honey.  We didn't have sex this morning and you've had
me hard all evening.  Now the dancers are all shoving their
pussies and tits in my face.  I'm about to explode.  If a woman
gets on my lap and starts riding me, I'll cum in my pants.  I
don't want that.  I want to cum in you."

	"Well... we'll see," his wife remarked and then turned her
attention back to the brunette who was now lying on the floor
thrusting her cunt up and down in fuck motions.  "Push some money
into her pussy, Honey."

	After several drinks and three more dancers, each of whom had
shoved their naked cunts or tits right in Neal's face, a
well-dressed man approached their table.

	"Hi Lorraine.  Is this the lucky guy?"

	"Yeah.  This is my husband Neal.  Neal, meet Clark.  He manages
the place."

	The men shook hands after which Clark asked, "Are you about
ready?"

	"Give me a moment," answered Lorraine.  "I'll let you know."

	"Ok.  I'll be at the bar."

	"What was that all about?" Neal asked after Clark had left.

	"Your fourth present is about to get much hotter and dirtier,
Lover, unless you say we should leave.  When I made the
reservations for tonight with Clark, I also told him I would like
to have a turn on the stage stripping for all these men.  That's
why I have this bag.  The outfits I'll wear are inside.  Clark
was only too happy to agree.  He just asked me if I was ready to
go on. So what's it to be?  Do we go home and fuck, or do you
want to see your wife stripping like a dirty slut for all these
men?"

	"Oh fuck!  I feel like I'm going to cum in my pants... lap dance
or no lap dance."

	"Is that a 'yes'?"

	"Yes!  That's a YES!  I can't wait to see you on that stage!"

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

	Neal's wife disappeared into the back of the club carrying her
large handbag with her costumes.  While his eyes watched the
dancers on stage, he didn't really see any of them.  All he could
think about was the fact that very soon, his wife was going to be
on stage giving him his fourth birthday present.

	There was some polite applause when Lorraine stepped out onto
the stage.  The men saw a turned-on female, her hips undulating
in rhythm with the slow, pounding beat of the music.  Her outfit
was wildly erotic.  She wore a white blouse that gaped open all
the way down.  Underneath was a patterned teddy that encased her
tits with a matching pair of tight panties below.  Thigh-high
reddish brown hose were attached to the teddy's garters.  Below,
she wore 4-inch heels.  As she moved across the stage to the
runway, the heels clicked loudly.  Her hips never ceased their
swaying undulating motions.

	As Lorraine moved down the runway, she began to stroke her belly
while her hips did a slow, rhythmic grind to the pumping beat of
the music.  The beat quickened, her hips humped faster in hot
fuck motions; her hands stroked her belly and then snaked down
her left thigh and calf until she was bent almost double and
staring between her spread thighs at the men behind her.

	Rising, Neal's wife moved to the edge of the runway right in
front of her husband.  With her legs dangling off the side, she
slowly and erotically removed her heels and tossed them, one
after the other, to her waiting husband.  Her position exposed
most of her tits and all of here stocking-clad thighs.  The men
around Neal whistled and hooted their approval.

	Lorraine moved further down the runway to the next group of men.
 She again sat at the edge with her feet on the floor of the
runway, her knees steepled.  The position gave the men an
excellent view of her thighs, but they wanted to see between
them.

	"Spread'em!"  came one call.  Two other men took up the chant: 
"Turn towards us, Honey.  Spread your legs so we can see them
panties pulled into your hot cunt!"

	Neal's wife smiled and did as ordered.  Swiveling around on her
ass, she now faced the men about three feet away.  Slowly, she
parted her legs and spread wide.  The men moved closed to stare
between her thighs, and, as they did so, she ran her middle
finger up and down the center of the panty crotch right over her
slit.  One guy reached out and ran his finger right along beside
hers saying, "Here, Baby.  Let me help you."

	Rather than pull away, Lorraine pressed her pussy harder against
the man's fingers.  He pushed and the panties all but disappeared
inside her cunt slit.  The men all screamed their approval.  Neal
heard one guy yell, "Oh fuck!  He's shoving her panties into her
cunt!"  Neal's cock was jerking in his tight pants.  I knew he
would shoot off before they left the club.

	Lorraine finally managed to tear herself away from the fingers
sliding up and down her wet cunt slit and move on down the
runway.  The men yelled for her to sit down and spread for them.
This time she sat at the runway's edge and immediately turned to
face the men, half of whom were rubbing hard-ons in their pants,
and spread her legs wide open, one foot on the runway with her
knee bent, the other leg stretched far to the right.  The
position opened her completely to the stares of the men.

	The men yelled their approval amid calls for her to slot her
panties... to show her cunt.  Obeying their orders, Lorraine
grabbed the top of her panties, pulled the crotch band into a
narrow band and yanked it upward causing it to sink out of sight
between the engorged, swollen labia of her cunt.

	Before moving to the other side of the runway, she pulled her
panties from her crack as the men moaned.  She just smiled and
threw them a kiss.  Moving to the other side, she lay down on the
runway on her back, legs wide and thrust a hand inside her
panties.  A dozen men crowded closer to watch the gorgeous blonde
finger fucking her cunt.  As her hand moved in obvious in-out
motions, her hips hammered up and down on the runway.  Male yells
and groans filled the club.  Others crowded around the stage in
an attempt to see what all the screaming was about.

	"Oh man!  Look at that hot Bitch.  She's gonna cum.  Look at
that!" some man screamed.  He was right.  Lorraine's body was
shuddering harder and harder as her concealed fingers pumped in
and out of her throbbing hole

	Lorraine's next move about the runway brought her back in front
of her husband.  Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she
saw him.  Having already cum once, her pussy was again throbbing
wildly on its way to another orgasm.  The men around Neal were
screaming at her to show them her cunt... to let them see her cum
again.

	Not knowing what else she could do, she again moved onto her
back, this time placing her feet flat on the floor and steepling
both knees.  She moved her ass closer to the edge so they could
see every thing and then spread her legs wide.  The men roared
when they saw her one of her cunt lips peeking from the edge of
her panties.

	A chant arose:  "Cunt... cunt... cunt... show us cunt... show
cunt... cunt... cunt."

	Mesmerized, Neal watched his wife reaching down and dragging her
panties aside to expose her cunt and ass holes to the men.  Her
hips began to hunch... up and down... up and down... as if there
was an invisible man mounted on her ... fucking her.  The man
beside Neal moved to the edge, reached out and pulled his wife's
ass right up the edge.  A moment later his head was pressed
between Lorraine's thighs.  Although his head blocked the view,
he knew the man's tongue was sliding up and down his wife's sex
trench and over her clit just as he had done to the redheaded
stripper earlier in the evening.  However, Lorraine's response
was far more vocal.

	"OOOHHHHHHHHH.... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK..... SUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!  LICK
MY CLIT!"

	It took Neal's wife less than 15 seconds to cum again.  Neal
moved forward and pulled his wife away from the man who had just
made her cum.  Now it was her husband who was staring between her
gaping thighs at her hot, wet sex hole as it throbbed and
contracted... opening... closing... opening... closing... again
and again.

	When Lorraine next rose to her feet, she smiled down at her
husband who smiled back to give her encouragement and to let her
know that he was still Ok with what was happening.

	Just before the song ended, she again lowered herself to the
floor, raised both legs high in the air and let some more men
along the runway to view her throbbing, wet sex hole.

	As soon as the record ended, the MC took the stage and said,
"Don't leave folks.  The hot lady will be back in five minutes. 
We're going to set up the stage a little differently for her
second song while she changes her outfit.  You don't want to miss
this one.  It's hotter than the first one... believe me!  I've
seen'em both and this one is smokin' hot.  And by the way, just
for your information, Lorraine is not a professional dancer.  Her
performance tonight is a present to her lover.  When she finishes
the next set, it will be her last performance... but there is a
chance she's going to stay around and lap dance if any of you
guys are interested."

	Neal was triply shocked by what the MC had said.  First, he was
surprised that his wife was going to dance again.  Second, he
didn't see how the next set could be hotter than the first one. 
And finally, the news that his wife was going to do lap dances
blew his mind.  He wasn't sure he could handle that.

	The curtain had been pulled to allow the crew to change the set
in privacy.  When it again opened about five minutes later, the
scene was supposed to be a dungeon.  It wasn't a particularly
good set or realistic, but the crowd couldn't have cared less. 
The only thing that held their interest was the hot looking
female stretched out on her back on an old truck that was part of
the set.

	Lorraine now wore only a pair of black 4-inch heels, dark
thigh-high hose with even darker tops that were held up by the
black garters on her see-through, nylon, black garter belt. 
Neal's wife wore no panties or bra.  Her only other garment was a
tan and black vest that simply hung on her shoulders covering
nothing.  When the curtain opened, the men all saw this alluring,
seductive female with her legs up, on her back, cupping her tit
while holding a lit cigar in her fingers.  Neal fully understood
why this set was going to be hotter than the first one.

	As soon as the song began its throbbing beat, Neal's wife rose
and moved to the edge of the runway where she made a complete
round of the men, her hips thrusting and humping as she went. 
Except for a small patch of pubic hair above her clit, her mound
was bare.  She looked like pure distilled essence of whore.

	Having made two complete rounds of the runway, Lorraine made a
third.  This time, instead of thrusting her hips and cunt at the
men, she stopped frequently, spread her feet wide apart and bent
over at the waist with her back to the men.  The position totally
exposed the entire expanse of her cunt and ass.  Each time, she
ran her hand between her open legs caressing her cunt and sliding
her fingers through her ass crack and up her wet cuntal slit. 
Just before moving to the next group, her fingers would open her
cunt to allow all the men to view its wet, hot pink interior.

	When she completed the circuit, she moved back to the truck and
bent over it as if preparing to be fucked in doggy position.  She
looked back at the assembled men and crooked her finger in
invitation while patting her up thrust ass.

	At the conclusion of her performance, she made one final round
of the runway.  Each time she stopped, she sat on the edge, one
leg hanging down, the other with her heel planted on the runway's
surface.  Her legs gaped wide open exposing her cunt.  The vest
did nothing to conceal her tits.  Every time she assumed the
whorish position, she rubbed her hand over her wet pussy,
separated the lips while hunching up and down in fuck motions. 
Her tongue flicked over her top lip as her ass gyrated and
hunched.  And each time, she spoke to the men in front of her:

	"Come on boys.  I'm gonna lap dance if my lover will let me. 
Anyone want to feel this hot wet pussy against their big hard
cock?  Check me out, Guys."

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

	When Lorraine rejoined her husband, she was flushed and still
panting with excitement.  The first thing she did was check to
see if her husband wanted to leave.

	"Are you Ok, Honey?  I hope you enjoyed your slutty wife's
performance because I can't take it back now.  Did you?  Or are
you just disgusted and hurt?"

	"Feel my cock," Neal said.

	"I don't have to feel it, I can see it.  You're hard as steel,
Lover.  On second thought, I think I will feel it."  Her hand
squeezed around her husband's shaft bringing a groan of male
pleasure.  "Oh Yes!  Love that!  You have the thickest cock. 
Just love it.  Do you want to take me home now and use that sex
gun in your wife or do you want to see me lap dance for some of
these randy men?"

	"I want to see you lap dancing.  I can't wait."

	"Are you sure?  You know all the men are gonna cum, and as hot
as I am, they'll probably make me cum too.  Are you cool with
that?"

	"I don't want them to fuck you.  I can't handle that."

	"You've seen how the lap dances are done.  Either I wear panties
or they keep their cocks inside their pants.  If they elect to
have their cocks out, they have to wear a condom and I don't take
off my panties.  So there's no fucking."

	"There's not much to your panties," Neal observed.

	"That's true, but I won't let them fuck me.  Promise.  Shall I
do it or not?  It's a maximum of 10 minutes per dance or until
the guy cums."

	"Can I watch?"

	"Absolutely.  But I have to give the tips and money to Clark and
the other girls so I won't be taking money out of their pockets."

	"OK.  We'll do it for an hour or so or until you get tired. 
What are you going to wear?"

	"I'll go back to the dressing room and put on my lap dancing
outfit, Honey.  Tell Clark he can have the guys start taking
numbers."  Lorraine was still laughing as she walked back to the
dressing room.

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

	Five minutes later, Neal's wife emerged wearing still another
hot outfit.  Neal thought this one was even more erotic than the
other two, probably because this time, he knew his wife was going
to be gyrating and humping herself against another man's cock. 
Even so, her outfit was pure slut.  All she wore was light tan
hose, and a matching garter belt and thong.  She had on a
matching bra, but it was bunched uselessly beneath her big tits
and served no purpose but to make her look even more slutty.  The
plastic, platforms with 5-inch heels added to her whorish
appearance.

	Neal was aware that lap dancing wasn't fucking since there would
be clothing between his wife's cunt and the guy's cock, but it
was awfully close.  And as Lorraine had told him, the men were
certain to cum and she probably would too.

	When Neal looked at the waiting list, he found that a dozen or
so men had signed up for a lap dance with Lorraine at a going
rate of $30 for a 10 minute dance.  When the men saw what she was
wearing, others wanted to sign up, but Clark turned them down
since the list was already longer than my wife would have time to
handle.

	Clark called the first guy's name... Larry Samuels.  He turned
out to be a fair looking guy around 38 or so.  The ring on his
finger suggested that he was stepping out on his wife, but then,
Lorraine also wore wedding rings on her finger.  Neal heard his
wife explain the rules and then ask the guy how he wanted it.

	"If you want your cock out, you have to wear a condom and I keep
my panties on.  If you want my panties off, you have to keep your
cock inside your pants or at least your shorts.  You can play
with my tits and suck my nipples, but your hands have to stay
above my waist or the dance ends.  You've got 10 minutes or until
you cum.  Ok?  Which way?  Your cock bare or my pussy bare?"

	Neal was trying to decide which way he would choose when he
heard Larry say, "I want my cock naked."

	Lorraine had motioned for Larry to sit in one of the armless
chairs.  He quickly stripped off his pants and shorts and sat
down naked from the waist down.  While Lorraine waited, he put on
a condom.  Larry looked between her thighs and saw her pussy
covered only by the small thong.   "Oh gawd!  Ohh hurry, Baby...
Get on me before I explode."

	Straddling his legs, Lorraine lowered herself onto his bulge. 
He groaned and thrust upward trying unsuccessfully to penetrate
the delicious inviting hole between her legs.  Leaning forward,
Lorraine cupped her tits and fed them into his mouth.  He sucked
one nipple hard into his mouth... so hard in fact that Lorraine
felt her cunt throb in response.

	Neal watched, his hand on his cock squeezing it, as his wife
worked her hips around until she got the length of his cock
aligned with her wet slit.  Neal's cock throbbed when he saw his
wife let her weight bring her cunt into hard contact with its
length.  With just her thong separating his stiff meat from her
cunt, Lorraine's  lips didn't have much problem spreading around
his sex cylinder.  Slowly, she began to grind on him... up and
down the throbbing length of his prick.  The pressure on her
clitoris was immense.  Within a minute, she looked over at her
watching husband and mouthed the words... "He's gonna make me
cum!... Hard."

	The man's mouth alternated from one of nipple to the other until
both were red and swollen.  Grinding down on his erection harder
and harder, she began to whisper in his ear:

	"Ooohhh yeah, Baby.  I can feel that big hard fuck stick rammed
into my married cunt.   OOOohhhhhh fuckk... you're gonna make me
cum.  Aahhhh.... yes... yes... like that.  Fuck hard, Stud.   My
husband would shit if he knew what you were doing to me... making
his wife's clit throb...  ungh ... ungh... ungh...  bang me,
Stud... harder... thrust it up into me."

	The hot words were driving Larry crazy.  His hips hammered up
and down.  Neal thought for a moment that his cock might just rip
his wife's thong open and slam into her cunt he was thrusting so
hard.  He squeezed her tits hard sending a series of fuck signals
shooting through Lorraine's cunt.  Her hips responded by humping
hard against his cock.  Her clit throbbed and then exploded.

	"OOHHHHH FUCKKKKK... I'M CUMMINGGGGGG...UUUGGHHHHHHHHH..." 
Neal's wife screamed.

	"Meeee tooo...", came Larry's tortured reply.

	The cock encased between her vaginal lips throbbed and jerked
again and again as jet after jet of cum was shot into the condom.

Lorraine's pussy throbbed right along with Larry's cock. 
Finally, his spasms ebbed and his cock became still.  Her pussy
still pulsed slowly.

	Lorraine dismounted, and Larry quickly stripped off the
cum-filled condom, and put on his pants.  He had lasted not quite
10 minutes.  He tipped Lorraine $20.

	At the end of an hour, Lorraine had made six men cum and she had
gotten off with three of them.  Before she took on another man,
Neal went over and told her that he couldn't take much more.

	"Ok, Honey.  Let me tell Clark that I'll do one more guy and
that will be it.  He can decide who gets me.  Is that ok?"

	"Sure.  I can wait another 10 minutes, I guess.  I really don't
want to cum in my pants."

	After a bit, Clark came over and spoke with Lorraine.  "I've
picked out the last guy.  You should know that he's loaded... I'm
talking many, many millions.  He gave me $100 just to move him to
the top of the list so he could get you.  Whatever he tips you,
you can keep.  And if you ever want a job, Honey... just give me
a call.  You're absolutely dynamite!  Neal is the luckiest guy on
the planet."

	Jason Harthorne was in his early fifties... somewhat overweight
but not much.  He obviously worked out and kept his body in
condition.  Even though Neal was sitting quite a ways away, he
heard Harthorne tell his wife, "I want your cunt naked, Honey."

	"Whatever you say, Lover.  But remember, you have to keep your
cock inside your shorts.  You can wear a condom or not.  Your
choice."

	"No condom," came Harthorne's immediate response, which
surprised Lorraine since most men have an aversion to shooting
off in their pants.

	Neal watched his wife strip her thong down her thighs and off
her feet.  Harthorne's eyes were locked onto her exposed cunt. 
"God.  That's is the hottest, sexiest looking pussy I think I've
ever seen on a woman.  Com'on,  Baby.  I can't wait to feel that
luscious cunt on my cock."

	Lorraine mounted the man and again, as before, worked to get her
now naked cunt aligned with the length of his Harthorne's shaft.
As the cock wedged into her cunt slit, she realized that
something wasn't quite as it should be, as her pussy lips were
surrounding a bare cock.  She started to get up but he held her
firmly in place.  "Shhhh!" he whispered.  "I won't tell and
there'll be a little extra for you."  She mashed herself hard
against his rod and began to hump back and forth, essentially
jacking him off with the lips of her cunt.  Her big tits bounced
as he faux fucked her.

	Neal easily heard his wife's voice.  "My god, Jason.  You're
huge.  Jezzzz... how big is that monster?"

	"You're sliding your sweet cunt up and down 10 inches of cock,
Honey.  Like it?"

	"Mmmmmmmmmm.... what's not to like?  Grind that big fuck stick
into my married cunt, Stud.  Give it to me hard.  Suck my big
tits.  Use meeeeeeeeeeee!!"

	Five minutes into the lap dance, it wasn't a lap dance any
longer... it had become a lap fuck.  Harthorne had let his hands
move down to Lorraine's hips and he was moving her back and forth
on his throbbing shaft while driving up against her hard... again
and again.  She started to cum.

	"AAAAahhhhhhh...  I'm cumming... cummingg... give it to me!  I'm
cumming, Honey!  OOoohhhhh!!!"

	Harthorne pumped against her until he felt her orgasm ebbing and
then continued a much slower thrusting against her now wet and
slippery cunt lips.  Neal watched as he pulled her close and
whispered something in her ear.  She shook her head.  He
whispered something else.  Again, Neal's wife shook her head
negatively.  This happened several more times, each time getting
the same response from Lorraine.

	Finally, the 10 minutes were up and Lorraine dismounted.  She
looked somewhat stunned.  She leaned over and said something to
Harthorne and this time he was the one who shook his head
negatively.

	A moment later, Lorraine joined me.  "I'll get dressed in my
street clothes and we can leave.  I need your cock, Lover, and
I'm pretty certain you're more than ready to ravish me 10 times
or so tonight."

	"You'd better believe it.  What was all that whispering about?"

	"I'm sure you can guess.  Harthorne wanted to fuck me.  I said,
'No'."

	"But it was more than just one question.  He kept talking to you
and you kept responding.  What was happening?"

	"Well, when I said no, he said, 'Please'.  He told me that he
just had to have me."

	I told him, 'No' again.  Then, he offered me $500 if I would
spend just 15 minutes in the back seat of his car with him."

	"$500 for 15 minutes... wow!  And you said?"

	"I said, 'No', of course."

	"Was that the end of it?"

	"Hardly.  He asked again offering me $750.  I said no.  Then he
offered me $1,000 for 15 minutes.  I said no again.  By that
time, 10 minutes had elapsed and I asked him if he had cum?  He
said no.  I just couldn't believe it.  The man was hard as steel
and throbbing like crazy.  Yet, he had managed not to cum.  He
has incredible control.  Amazing."

	"That's wild!  Tell me... did you consider taking the $1,000?"

	"Yes... we could certainly use $1,000, but I said, 'No'.  Are
you mad?"

	"No.  But I am going to rape you right here on the floor if you
don't get dressed."

	"Ok.  I'm on my way.  But I'm gonna take a quick shower.  I
don't want to go home covered with other men's sweat with my stud
husband."

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

	Twenty five minutes later, Lorraine and Neal were on their way
home... this time with Neal behind the wheel breaking all the
speed limits.

	Neal was beside himself with lust.  As soon as he got his wife
into their home, he picked her up and carried into the bedroom
where he dropped her onto the bed.

	"Get your god damn clothes off, Slut.  Get naked!  NOW! Or I
swear I'll rip your clothes off."

	The intense demands made by the rutting male animal in the
bedroom thrilled Lorraine's entire body making her shudder in
anticipation of the imminent fucking she was about to receive. 
Even though she stripped as fast as she could, her husband got
out of his clothes even faster.  She stared at his cock. 
Rigid... hard as iron... throbbing.  It stood up at a 70 degree
angle... impossible, but there it was.  A long strand of precum
was swinging from its engorged head before it dripped onto the
floor.  His balls were tight against his body, his prostrate
charged with sperm.  Engorged, the primed and loaded sex gun was
going to fire cum bullet after cum bullet into her cunt. 
Lorraine felt like she was going to cum just looking at him...
totally out of control with wild lust.

	She was so mesmerized by the sight of her lust-filled husband,
she had forgotten to strip off her thong.  Neal was enraged.  "I
told you to get naked... What in the hell is this?" he yelled
motioning at her offending panties.  She started to take them
off, but wasn't fast enough.  Neal was on her.  In one powerful
motion, he ripped the thong from her body, pushed her onto her
back, and again roared with masculine authority, "Get your legs
up... high... spread.  I know you know the position.  You were in
it all night long."

	Now, she did cum.  Her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm
before the lust-filled, male animal.  Her moans filled the room
as she rolled up into a ball, her hands working feverishly
between her thighs on her convulsing cunt.

	"I tell you to spread and you roll up into a ball and cum?!"

	Lorraine's orgasm intensified as she felt her husband pull her
over his knees on her stomach and bring his hand down sharply on
her naked ass.  It was a firm blow that stung and immediately
turned her ass red.

	Lorraine screamed in a mixture of pain and intense female sexual
heat.  Her husband spanked her ass again... and then again... and
then a fourth time.  Her cunt exploded shooting her juices
everywhere.  She began to babble: "Please..PLEASE.. FUCK ME! 
FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!!!"

	Neal brusquely flipped her onto her back.  This time her legs
flew up as her hands pulled her knees back toward her big,
heaving tits to present her needy sex hole to her husband.  His
cock was so rigid with lust, he had to lean far over her body to
align the shaft with the pulsing opening to her cunt.  Lorraine
wrapped her hand around him as far as it would go... she could
never completely encircle his girth... and tonight it was truly
impossible.  Nevertheless, she was able to fit the head of the
throbbing organ into the mouth of her waiting cunt.  A second
later she was filled with male cock fucking her... fucking her...
fucking her!!

	Lorraine came.  Her vagina convulsed in hard spasms.  Again her
juices roared out of her tightly plugged hole.  Above her, the
male rutted in and out of her cunt, grunting and roaring every
time he slammed himself into her throbbing depths.  His first
load poured out of him in a huge river of semen that filled all
the space inside her sex tube and then spurted out, coating her
ass and both of their coupled sex organs.

	Lorraine trembled when she realized that her husband was still
hard as steel inside her body.  He continued to fuck her right
through her orgasm and his.  After another few minutes of fierce
fucking, she came again.

	As her vagina was erupting, Neal turned them over so that she
was riding him.  He held her hips and jack hammered his cock in
and out of her pussy.  Her body didn't have time to fall when he
withdrew before she was again impaled on his sex spike as it
roared upward and thudded into the bottom of her contracting
cunt.  When she felt him unloading inside her again, she had
another intense orgasm around the throbbing male piston.

	The intensity of the orgasms her husband was now giving her made
those that she had had while stripping and lap dancing seem like
nothing.  She needed to rest... but she knew there was no
possible way her wildly excited husband was going to permit her
to do anything else other than service his hammering cock.

	Abruptly, she felt him turn her over onto her stomach.  For an
instant, he pulled his prick out of her wildly pulsating pussy. 
With a shock, she realized that his cock had been buried inside
her cunt, fucking her non-stop, fucking her hard, fucking her for
almost 30 minutes.  Neal pulled her ass high and pressed her head
down onto the bed.  An instant later, her respite was over as the
thick cock nailed her again, sinking all the way into her waiting
vagina on the first thrust.

	For fifteen minutes, her husband pounded her doggy... in and
out...in and out... hard, ramming strokes that slammed into the
bottom of her hole... where the cock head would rotate and grind
into her... then back out until just the head was still inside in
her pussy.  Then, WHAM! another jarring stroke would hammer her
defenseless, waiting cunt.

	Lorraine once more felt a climax surging through her body.  A
few moments later, she came again.  The orgasms seemed to be
almost continuous as she howled and babbled incoherently.  She
began to beg him to let her rest... that he was going to fuck her
to death... no woman could take such a fucking.  But right in the
middle of her pleas, her pussy would spasm and throb and then
contract around the male spike inside her hole.

	Sweat poured from Neal's body, but he continued to fuck his
wife.  Finally, his fifth cum load shot into her.  His head was
swimming... dizziness engulfed him for lack of oxygen, and he
collapsed to the bed beside his panting, heaving wife.

	It was nearly a half hour later that Lorraine pushed herself
erect and kissed her husband.  He moaned and tried to rise, but
failed, his body falling back onto the bed.  It took him ten more
minutes to recover sufficiently to speak.

	"Are you all right?" he asked with deep concern.  "I'm so sorry.
 I just went crazy with lust and desire to fuck you.  Did I hurt
you?  You must have thought you were with a crazy man."

	Lorraine kissed him again and then again.  "You marvelous man! 
You hurt me a little but the pleasure was so intense that I
didn't mind at all.  I think I had 15 or 20 orgasms.  Every
single one was more intense than anything at the club tonight. 
Are you furious with me for being such a slut?"

	"Hell no!  I loved it!  You're the hottest woman any man ever
had for a wife.  I just got hotter and hotter and hotter watching
you.  Until I lost all control.  When we do this again, I need
for us to fuck before we start so I won't go insane with lust."

	"When we do it again?"

	"Don't you want to?  I think you really enjoyed it.  Didn't
you?"

	"I felt like a total whore, but I did love it.  Particularly the
screwing my randy husband gave me afterwards.  I also came when
you spanked my ass."

	"So you do want to do it again sometime?"

	"Anytime you want, Lover.  Anytime."

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

	Over the next few months, the Kempler's financial situation
began to improve as Lorraine's consulting business expanded and
became more lucrative.  About this time, Neal was awarded tenure
and promoted to associate professor rank.  The external reviews
of his academic credentials had been glowing to the extent that
he received not only tenure and promotion but also a substantial
increase in salary.  One year after Lorraine had opened her
independent consulting business, the family's income had more
than doubled.  Moreover, their income was still increasing,
increasing rapidly primarily due to the swift growth of
Lorraine's business.

	Belinda and Melinda were now four years old.  Both were healthy,
happy, and well-adjusted children who had many friends and who
were doing well in pre-school.  Neal gave most of the credit for
this to his wife who could now spend four to five days a week in
the home.  Usually twice a week, she had to work in her office,
visit potential clients, and make site visits to the plants and
offices of the clients she already had.  With the rapid expansion
of her business, it was now necessary for her to use a couple of
weekends a month to visit out-of-town clients, but since Neal was
home during the weekends, the twins almost always had a parent
with them seeing to their needs and providing them love.

	The only problem was space.  The twins were growing and needed
more room, and Lorraine needed an office in the home for her
business, which, of course, would be tax deductible.  Their
apartment was simply too small.  However, problems like this were
easily solved with their large, and now rapidly increasing, joint
incomes.  Rather than buy a home, they decided to have one built
to their specifications.

	While they were in the design stage of their expansion plans,
Lorraine received a phone call from her younger sister, Angela,
who, at 19, was nine years younger than Lorraine.  She had a big
favor to ask, and that evening, Lorraine sat down with Neal to
discuss her request.

	"She wants to attend the University here?  That's great.  It's a
very good school, and I hear the business college is excellent. 
Is there a problem?" Neal asked.

	"Yeah.  There is.  Mom and Dad can't afford the tuition, books,
and room and board even if Angela gets a part-time job.  So, she
wants to know if she can stay with us while she attends the
University.  What do you think?"

	"I have no problems with that at all.  I know you like Angela
and the two of you have always gotten along famously in spite of
the fact that the age difference made it hard for you to do
things together.  This could a good opportunity for the two of
you to correct that and enjoy each other.  But I'll support your
decision whatever it is."

	"What about space?  She's a young woman who going to need space
and privacy if she's to live here for the next four or five years
or until she gets married and moves out."

	"Good point!  And since we're currently designing our new home,
let me work on that problem and see if I can come up with
something good for everyone."

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

	By the end of the week, Neal announced over dinner that he had a
great plan to solve the space problem, probably for as long as
they would live in their new home.

	"Well... don't keep secrets," Lorraine said excitedly.  "What's
the plan?"

	"We build three extra rooms on our house.  One will be an extra
bedroom for Angela.  The second will be a combination den/sitting
room/study attached to the new bedroom for her use. The third is
a connecting full bath.  We'll have locks on the doors for her
privacy, and by the time she completes her degree, we can use the
extra space for Belinda and Melinda, who will be 8 or 9 by that
time and will want their own rooms.  How's that?"

	"That's just wonderful," his wife gushed as she planted her
shapely ass on his lap and kissed him passionately.  When she
broke the kiss, she whispered, "Mmmmmm... I feel something
probing me.  Do you need some help with that?"

	"Absolutely!  But I have one more item to suggest about the
house.  The design I've sketched out for the architect includes
an outside entrance to the new den/study that Angela will be
using.  What do you think?"

	"Mmmmm...  Well, I think my sexy husband wants to make it easy
for my young sister to get herself fucked without us knowing or
disturbing us."

	"Think she'll like the arrangement?"

	"I think she'll cream her panties over it.  And speaking of
creamed panties, mine need some serious attention right now,
Lover."

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

	The Kempler's new home was finished and ready for occupancy by
mid-summer, just in time for Angela's arrival in early August. 
She had planned on coming a couple of weeks early to give her
some time to adjust and look for a part-time job.

	It was a Saturday when Lorraine picked her younger sister up at
the airport.  Neal stayed home to work on a manuscript and to
take care of the children.  It had been six years since he had
seen Angela, and the only photographs he had seen were two years
old.  As a result, he was not prepared for the appearance of the
stunning blonde who entered their home with Lorraine later that
afternoon.

	Although nine years younger, there was still a striking
similarity between the two sisters.  Angela was a slightly
smaller and younger version of Lorraine.  Both women were blonde
with beautiful faces and well-shaped bodies.  Lorraine's breasts
were larger, but when the difference in body size was taken into
account, they were nearly the same.

	The shock of seeing the two beautiful women together was evident
on Neal's face and did not escape Angela's notice.  She beamed
with pleasure as she hugged her brother-in-law.

	"I don't know how to thank you for letting me share your home
like this.  It's the only way I could possibly have had the
chance to attend the University."

	"Believe me," Neal responded warmly, "we're delighted to have
you.  Lorraine has all sorts of things for the two of you to do.
Come on, I'll introduce you to your two nieces, Belinda and
Melinda."

	"Oh yes!  I'm dying to see them.  They were just babies when I
last saw them.  Are they really identical?"

	"Judge for yourself."

	Lorraine led the way to the children's playroom where they were
busy playing with their dollhouse.  "Children," Lorraine said to
get their attention.  "This is your Aunt Angela.  She's going to
be living with us for a while.  You've met her, but you were too
young to remember."

	"Hi, Angela!" the twins said almost in unison.  "Wanna play with
us?"

	"I'd love to.  Just let me bring in my bags.  Which one of you
is Melinda?"  One of the girls held up her hand.  "So you must be
Belinda," Angela concluded.  The other twin nodded her head and
gave her aunt a big smile.

	Shaking her head in wonder, she turned to Lorraine.  "How can
you tell them apart?"

	"Well, at first, we dressed them differently, but as they got
older, they wanted to wear the same clothes.  So we had to find
other methods.  Unfortunately, those methods don't always work. 
And if the truth be told, the little imps enjoy mixing us up
about which one is which.  You'll just have to do your best. 
Sometimes they'll help you... sometimes they won't."

	"Why don't you four girls get acquainted.  I'll bring in
Angela's bags," offered Neal.

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

	When Lorraine showed Angela her living quarters, she was both
amazed and delighted.  "I can't believe this!" she gushed. 
"Truthfully, I expected that space would be so tight that I might
have to sleep on a couch.  You really have enough space that I
can have this gorgeous bedroom, den, and private bath to myself?"

	"Yep, Honey.  It's yours for as long as you stay with us.  I
hope you like the furniture I selected.  I thought about letting
you pick every thing but changed my mind when I realized that
you'll be leaving after a few years... so I wanted things that I
really like."

	"Oh, don't worry about that.  Every thing is beautiful.  I've
just got to find a part-time job so I can pick up some of the
household expenses.  And don't say no!  I want to help."

	"Great.  I have some leads for you already.  You can check them
out this next week.  And my consulting business is expanding so
rapidly, I'm thinking about hiring someone to help.  By the way,
here are the keys."

	Angela took the key case and found that it contained four keys.
"Four keys?" she questioned.  "What are they all for?"

	"The one on the far left is for the front door of the house. 
The one next to it opens the garage and the connecting door to
the
kitchen.  The one on the far right opens the doors connecting
your den and bedroom to the rest of the house, and the one its
left opens the exterior door from your den to the outside."

	"I have a private entrance to my part of the house?" Angela said
in an awed voice.

	"You do." Lorraine confirmed.

	"Was that your idea?"

	"No.  It was Neal's."

	"Well, that's really nice, but why did you go to the expense of
providing me a private entrance?"

	Lorraine looked at her younger sister and said teasingly, "My
husband thinks a 19-year old female is a woman, not a girl.  He
seems very certain that you will frequently find your private
entrance very useful.  Is he right or wrong?"

	Angela blushed furiously.  Then, she grinned at her sister.  "I
think I'm really going to like your husband."

	"That's great... but don't get to liking him too much.  He's
mine, Honey."

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

	Three months later, things were working out better than anyone
had hoped.  Angela had found a good part-time job as a waitress
and was now making regular monthly contributions of $500 a month
for household expenses and groceries.

	At first, Neal had expressed concern that $500 a month was too
much.  He told his wife that it wouldn't leave Angela enough
money to take care of her personal expenses and still have
sufficient money for some entertainment and clothes.

	"Don�t worry, Honey.  She will have more than enough.  Take my
word for it."

	"How do you know?"

	"Because she's working as a part-time waitress in the
afternoons."

	"Waitresses make that much money working part time?"

	"They do when they look like Angela and work at "Hooters"."

	Neal was silent for awhile.  Finally, he casually commented, "I
sometimes go out for lunch when I'm at the University.  Think
I'll try Hooters next time."

	He never saw the pillow coming until it hit him in the side of
the face.

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

	Lorraine had left Friday morning for a weekend trip out of state
to go over the various product lines of one of her clients. A
full understanding of the nature of the products was essential to
the development of an effective marketing campaign.  As usual,
she planned to return late Sunday.  So the twins were Neal's
responsibility for the weekend.

	Angela was an enormous help in these situations.  She was
usually around on those evenings and weekends when Lorraine had
to take care of one of her consulting clients.  She was great
company for Neal and a huge help in taking care of the twins and
the cooking.

	After dinner Friday night and putting the children to bed, Neal
and Angela were reading and watching TV in the master den. At
least Neal was pretending to watch TV or read.  Angela was
wearing very little... a green housedress that exposed a lot of
her breasts and slippers.  She was sitting in a straight chair
with the dress well up her thighs.  From his vantage point to the
side, he had a good view of the tits and legs, but couldn't tell
if she was wearing a bra or panties.  Angela suddenly looked over
and caught him staring at her.
	
	Neal did not look away or pretend that he hadn't been staring at
her.  Instead he just apologized.  "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't be
staring at you like that."

	"I don't mind... not at all.  If I minded, I wouldn't wear
something this revealing."

	"Lorraine would be angry with both of us.  I really couldn't
blame her.  She's out working for us, and I'm sitting here
leering at her sister."

	"What makes you think she would be angry?  And you don't really
know what she's doing right now, do you?"

	When Neal didn't respond, Angela commented, "Lorraine feels
badly because she gets to have all the fun while you work, take
care of the children and cook when she's gone."

	"What makes you think she feels badly?  And what fun?  She's
working on her consulting business when she's gone."

	"She told me.  And as for what fun, doesn't she have a lot of
fun at the Sultan's Palace when you two go there?  She told me
she did, and you just sit there.  And when she's gone, she gets
to travel, eat in new, exotic restaurants with her clients, dance
with them, and so on."

	"What did she tell you about the Sultan's Palace?"

	"Not many details.  She just said sometimes she dances while you
watch."

	"It's something we both like to do.  It adds spice and
excitement.  We always have great sex afterwards.  After a couple
has been married a long time like Lorraine and I, you need to try
new things or sex gets routine and boring."

	Both Neal and Angela fell silent for ten minutes or so.  Then,
suddenly she asked, "Lorraine is away for entire weekends,
usually twice a month. Don't you get lonely?"

	"Sure, but much less so when you here.  You're so much like
Lorraine in every way.  It's almost like she's here when you
are."

	Angela smiled.  "Thank you.  That's a nice thing to say, but
it's not really the same is it?  I help with the kids, the
cooking, watch TV with you and talk with you, but I'm not in your
bed at night."

	After a pause, Neal replied, "No... You're not."

	"Is it hard?"  Suddenly realizing the double entendre, Angela
quickly added, "I mean, is it difficult when she's away for
entire weekends?"

	"Yes, but it's just as difficult for Lorraine too.  We manage."

	Again there followed several minutes of silence.  Again, it was
Angela who broke the silence.

	"I used the outside entrance you so thoughtfully provided for me
last weekend.  Thank you."

	"I know.  And you're very welcome."

	"How do you know?"

	"I'm a stuffy professor of history, but my ears work fine, even
from here in the den."

	"You heard?"

	"Yes."

	"What did you hear?"

	"Well... the noises from your den or bedroom... what else?"

	"And?"

	"And what?"

	"Don't pretend to be dense.  What noises did you hear?"

	"You... your friend... sex.  Lorraine heard too, and we ended up
having fantastic sex later.  Thank you."  Neal grinned at his
sister-in-law.

	"Now you're very welcome.  I'm pretty loud when I'm cumming."

	"I know.  So is your sister.  Can you hear her when she's
cumming?"

	"Sometimes.  It gets me just as hot as you and Lorraine get
hearing me being screwed..  But you two have each other when you
get turned on.  When I hear the two of you, all I have is my
fingers and my vibrator."

	At this point, Angela turned in her chair and faced Neal.  Now,
there was no problem deciding if his sister-in-law was wearing a
bra or panties.  The edge of the white bra was visible below her
exposed breasts and her dress was so high on her thighs that the
entire crotch of her white panties was on display.  The sight had
Neal's cock fully erect within 15 seconds.

	"You're staring at me again."

	"When you sit like that, how can I help it?" Neal pleaded.

	"You can't.  I would be crushed if you could help it.  Do you
know how excited it gets a woman to be able to get a man hard
just be showing some of her body?"

	"I know that very well from being married to your sister."

	"Does she like to show off her body too?"

	"Yes... and as you say, it gets her incredibly hot when she does
it."

	"You've seen her doing it?"

	"Frequently."

	"When recently?"

	"The last time we went to the Sultan's Palace."

	"What did she do?"

	"Pretty much what you're doing right now."

	"How much did she show?"

	"I can't tell you that.  You'll have to ask Lorraine."

	Again silence filled the room.  Neither Neal nor Angela spoke
for several minutes, but she stayed in the same position with
half of her breasts exposed, legs open and her panties on
display.  Neal tried to look elsewhere, but his eyes kept
returning to Angela's legs, tits, and panty-covered pussy.

	"Lorraine won't be home until Sunday.  Are you going to fuck
me?"

	"Oh shit!  I'm so hard it hurts, but I can't.  You're my wife's
sister.  Lorraine probably wouldn't divorce me, but she would be
furious."

	"You're wrong, but we'll let it go for now.  When you find out
that she won't be furious, you know where my bedroom is."

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

	On Wednesday of the following week, Lorraine had a meeting with
a prospective client in the afternoon.  She had told Neal that
she might be late.  Angela was in class and afterwards had to go
to work at Hooters and since Neal needed to go to the bank, he
had taken the children to the day care center where they always
enjoyed themselves.

	At the bank, he made the monthly payment on their new house and
also deposited some of their excess money for the month in an
IRA.  As he made the deposit, he marveled for the hundredth time
or so how much money they were now making.  Eighteen months ago,
they were struggling to make ends meet and now, even with the new
house, they couldn't spend all of their income.  And with Angela
adding another $500 a month, the money was mounting even faster.
It was truly remarkable.

	After the IRA purchase was completed, the woman assisting him, a
Mrs. Jane Peterson, said, "Can I help you with anything else, Dr.
Kempler?"

	"No.  I think that takes care of every thing, Ms. Peterson."

	"Ok.  Oh.  Wait.  Would you like to make the yearly payment on
your safety deposit box now?  It's due next month."

	"Let's do it now.  Thank you for reminding me.  Naturally, I had
forgotten about it."

	Jane quickly accessed her computer files for safety deposit
boxes, found his and said, "The yearly fee has gone up a little,
I'm afraid.  It's now $57."

	"Not a problem.  Every thing is going up.  I'll write you a
check."

	As Neal wrote the check, Jane said, "Would you like to make the
payment on the other two boxes now.  The rent on them isn't due
for another three months but it would save you some trouble later
on."

	Neal had no idea what the woman was talking about.  They had
only one box, but he concealed his confusion and said, "That's a
very good idea.  My memory is really faulty, could you tell me
the yearly fees and when I rented the boxes?"

	"Certainly.  Let's see...  The fee for both boxes is $100 each.
It's more because they're larger boxes as you know.  Now... just
a moment.  Yes... here it is.  Your wife rented Box 1157 a year
ago this month.  And she rented Box 1198 six months ago.  So I
was wrong.  The rent on that box isn't due for another six
months.  Do you want to wait to make payment?"

	"No.  Let's do them both right now.  I'll make out the check for
$257 right?"

	"That's correct."

	After Neal had given Ms. Peterson his check, he smiled and said,
"Could you assist me by providing some information to help me
with my taxes?"

	"I'll certainly try, Dr. Kempler.  What do you need?"

	"First, I would like a written record of all the deposits made
to our joint checking account.  I'm afraid I'm very poor at
keeping proper records."

	Jane smiled and said, "We all are.  That won't be a problem."
She entered a few commands on her computer terminal and said,
"We'll have the printout shortly.  What else can I help you
with?"

	"Would it be possible for me to obtain a record of the times we
have accessed each of our three safety deposit boxes?  I know the
bank keeps such records."

	"Of course."  Again, Ms. Peterson entered some commands on her
terminal.  Fifteen minutes later, Neal left the bank with a large
envelope containing all the printouts.

	Returning home to his empty home, he spread all the material out
on the dining room table.  First he looked at the access records
for the three safety deposit boxes.  The small box he knew about,
Box 772, had been accessed by himself six times in the past 12
months.  Each time, it had been to place important documents
inside... for example, the deed to the new home and the loan
papers.  Nothing exciting there.

	Box 1157 was an entirely different story.  This box showed a
long list of times his wife had signed and entered the box.  Neal
was shocked to see at least one entry each week and usually two.
Of course, there was no clue as to what was placed in or taken
from the box.  That was not the bank's business and privacy was
strictly maintained.

	Box 1198 showed far fewer entries.  In fact, there were none up
until two months ago.  After that, there was usually one entry
per week.  The surprising thing was that Angela had been given
access to the box by his wife and she was the one who was signing
and entering the box, not Lorraine.  "What in the hell is going
on?" Neal said out loud to himself.

	Stopping, he poured himself a cup of coffee and turned his
attention to the bank statements for the joint account he and
Lorraine had maintained since they were first married.  He always
had his salary checks from the University automatically deposited
to their account each month.  And the records clearly showed each
such deposit.

	Of course, Lorraine did not have the luxury of having the
University Bursar's Office to automatically deposit her checks
from her business, so there were numerous deposits she was making
each week by going to the bank herself.  Suddenly, it occurred to
Neal to wonder if there was any correspondence between the dates
for her deposits to their joint account and the dates she
accessed her safety deposit box.  He got out the access list for
Box 1157 and compared the dates of access to the deposit dates in
their joint account.  In every case, the dates matched.  Each
time Lorraine deposited her income from the business, she put or
took something from her box.  Or perhaps she just kept her ledger
books inside the box and was simply entering the information for
tax purposes later on.  That seemed to be the most logical
conclusion.  All this fuss and worry about nothing.

	But then, Neal thought, what in the hell is the third box for
and why is Angela the one accessing the box?  For a half hour he
pondered the question without coming up with any logical
explanation.  Finally, he decided to go over the printouts again.
 He found nothing new on the access lists so he turned to the
record of deposits into their joint account.

	His salary deposits were routine and correct.  He ignored them
and looked carefully at the deposits Lorraine was making.  The
sums were substantial as he knew they were.  She was making
almost twice his salary at this point from her consulting
business.  No surprises there.  Next he examined the deposit
dates.  They were regular as expected.  With many clients, the
deposit dates and the income amounts would be nearly level, and
the deposit records reflected that.  Again, no surprises.

	At this point, Neal noticed something different about Lorraine's
deposits and his salary checks.  They were listed in slightly
offset columns, his in one column, hers in another.  Why?

	His eyes moved to the top of the page.  Above his column was the
word "Checks".  Above Lorraine's column was the word "Cash". 
Cash?  Lorraine was making cash deposits, not checks?  That made
no sense.  No business... none... would pay their expenses in
cash.  There would be no record for tax purposes and businesses
never dealt in cash.  Their payments to Lorraine for consulting
services would have to be by check.

	Sitting back in his chair, Neal sipped his coffee.  His thoughts
considered a variety of possibilities.  Perhaps Lorraine was
cashing the checks, putting a little away in the safety deposit
box for a rainy day or for a later surprise to him and then
depositing the rest in their joint account.  Maybe, but it didn't
seem reasonable.  If she were going to do that, she would just
deposit the check and ask for cash back, which she would then put
into the box.  Why make two trips to the teller instead of just
one?

	Perhaps for some unknown reason, Lorraine had a reason to simply
cash the checks at the bank, put the money into the box and
later, take some cash out and make a deposit.  That scenario made
even less sense, and it was at odds with the fact that the only
entry times for the box were on the days deposits to their joint
account were made.

	In addition, to the above quandary, there was no explanation for
the second box being used by Angela but rented by Lorraine.

	Reluctantly, Neal reached the only possible conclusion. 
Lorraine was being paid in cash, not by check.  Angela's tips
would also be cash.  That was clear.  But the tips would not be
sufficient to justify renting a safety deposit box in which to
put them.  Besides, she needed the money to pay her $500 a month
and take care of her personal expenses.  It had to be that she
had income far in excess of what she made at Hooters.

	On impulse, Neal scooped up all the printouts, put them in his
briefcase, and locked it.  Then, he did what he had threatened
his wife that he would do for lunch.  He drove to Hooters.

	The place was packed.  Big breasted, good-looking women moved
all around the room waiting tables, each time bending over enough
to give the men a good view of what they had hoped to see.  He
spent a half hour searching the room, but saw no trace of Angela.


	Finally, he took a seat at one of the tables and waited.  A sexy
brunette came over smiling and asked if he would like a drink or
would he like to order food.  He asked for a scotch and water on
the rocks, and, at the same time, pushed a twenty dollar bill
toward the waitress.  "I would also like some information.  Ok?"

	The brunette made the $20 vanish into her bodice and said, "What
do you want to know... as if I can't guess."

	"You're wrong.  See this woman."  Neal held up a recent
photograph of Angela.  "Does she work here?"

	The brunette glanced at the photo and replied, "She did, but
only for a couple of weeks about three months ago.  She suddenly
quit.  No big deal.  It happens a lot.  I haven't seen her
since."

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

	As he drove home, Neal reached the only possible conclusion. 
Angela didn't work at Hooters, but she had to be working
elsewhere since she was making her $500 contributions regularly.
She was also making substantial sums that made it necessary to
have a safety deposit box.

	Secondly, since his wife was being paid by cash, not check, she
was not making her income from her consulting business.  In fact,
there had not been a single check deposited into their joint
account.  All deposits were cash.  So, it looked like there was
no income from consulting at all.  He also realized that since it
appeared that money was probably going into Box 1157, her income
was even greater than the large sums that were being deposited
into their joint account.  He wondered in awe about how much
money there might be in Boxes 1157 and 1198.

	On his way home, he stopped at the day care center and picked up
Belinda and Melinda, who ran to his arms as soon as they saw
Daddy.  Later, as he pulled his car into their garage, the
children ran ahead of him to get to the TV.  Neal entered behind
them and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner as he awaited the
return of Angela and Lorraine.

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

	A week later, Lorraine had another out-of-state site visit that
required that she leave on Friday and return on Sunday as usual.


	"I hate being gone two weekends a month like this, Darling, but
I can't keep the business going any other way.  And Angela will
be here to keep you company and help with the children."

	"Angela has been doing her best to help when you're out of town.
 Actually, I've been turning down most of her efforts.  Guess I'm
just accustomed to you and I handling every thing."

	"She really wants to help, Honey.  You should give her a chance.
 I'm sure she'll do every thing right."

	"Ok.  I'll try.  Where will you be going this time?  Just
curiosity."

	"St. Louis.  It's a big account if I can land it.  They are
trying to market a new line of diet and health supplements for
women."

	"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to help them out with any hard
problems they have."

	Lorraine gave her husband a puzzled look, but he smiled and
said, "Call me if you need anything and be careful.  I worry when
you're by yourself in strange cities."

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

	That evening, Angela and Neal were once again watching TV in the
master den after the children were in bed.  She was dressed even
more provocatively than she had been two weeks previously when
Lorraine had been out of town for the weekend.  Tonight, she had
on a red tank top that exposed a lot of her tits and ended
several inches above where her abbreviated denim mini-skirt
started.  She wore a red thong and red, platform fuck-me heels. 
It was obvious that Angela wanted to help her brother-in-law with
any hard problems he might have in his wife's absence.

	Angela and Neal watched TV in silence for some time before Neal
said, "Have you gotten where you can tell Belinda from Melinda
yet, Angela?"

	She smiled and admitted, "It's still hard, but there are a few
subtle differences.  They're so slight that it's hard to even
describe what they are."

	"When they get older and start dating, do you think they'll
switch on their boy friends?"

	Angela laughed at the thought.  "You mean switch boy friends
without telling them?  Belinda pretends that she's Melinda and
vice versa?"

	"Yes.  That's what I mean.  Do you think they'll do that?  They
do it all the time with Lorraine and me."

	"I'm sure they'll do it.  It would be just too much fun and too
erotic to resist.  In fact, even after they're married, they may
have fun husband swapping without either guy ever knowing. 
Wouldn't that be wild?!"

	"Well, they probably couldn't get away with that."

	"Why not?  They look absolutely identical."

	"True, but the way they make love will probably be different. 
The guys will know."

	Angela gave Neal a devilish smile.  "I doubt it.  All they would
have to do is confide in each other what they do and how they do
it.  The men would never notice.  Now that you mention it, sort
of makes me wish I had an identical twin sister."

	"You may be right."

	"I am.  Now that we're talking about sex, have you figured out
that Lorraine would not be furious if you and I had sex when
she's out of town for the weekend?"

	"Lorraine told me that you wanted to help me when she's gone. 
With the kids, cooking, errands, housekeeping... things like
that.  She did not say anything about you and I having sex.  In
fact, she said nothing that even suggested that it had occurred
to her.  Tell me, why in the world would you think that Lorraine
wouldn't mind if we fucked?"

	Angela hesitated.  Finally, she said, "Women just know these
things.  Take my word for it, Neal."

	"I can't do that.  I know you believe what you're saying is
correct.  But if you're wrong, I would lose my wife and you would
lose your sister.  There's no way I can take such a risk even if
you are incredibly sexy and gorgeous."

	Angela spread herself out on the couch facing Neal.  She opened
her legs and smiled at him.  "Are you really sure about that?  If
it makes you feel better, I would promise not to tell her."

	"Forget it, Angela.  Let's talk about something else.  How's
your job at Hooter's going?  And your classes at the University?
Are you doing Ok?"

	Angela shrugged.  "Hooters is Ok.  It's a job that provides
enough money for me to pay my share of the expenses and provide a
little extra.  My courses are no problem.  Freshman courses in
the business college are easy."

	"Well, if you get into any academic difficulty, let me know.  I
may be able to help."

	Angela didn't reply and no one spoke for another 15 minutes or
so until Neal asked, "I don't think Lorraine told me where she
was going to weekend.  If she did, I've forgotten.  Where is she
anyway?  I know she must have told you."

	"I think she said she was going to St. Louis to try to get a
food account of some kind."

	"That rings a bell... I think that's right.  It's about 10 PM in
St. Louis right now.  What do you think she's doing?"

	When Angela didn't answer, Neal added, "Lorraine never goes to
bed at 10 PM.  She's probably sitting in the lounge of her hotel
having a snack or a drink alone.  Must be lonely for her don't
you think?  How about we call her on her cell phone?  I bet she
would love to chat with us.  What do you think?"

	"Well... I don't know," Angela stammered.  "She might be asleep
and we'd wake her."

	"No chance.  We've been married for 8 years.  She never goes to
bed this early unless she's sick."

	"She might also be having business discussions with some of the
executives about the consulting agreement.  Probably wouldn't be
a good idea to interrupt her."

	"Business discussions?  At 10 PM at night.  Hardly seems likely.
 I'm going to call if for no other reason to let her know I'm
thinking about her and that I love her."  Neal reached for his
cell phone, flipped up the cover, and began to look for
Lorraine's number in his directory.

	"I don't think you should call her, Neal.  It really isn't a
good idea."

	But Angela was too late.  Neal had already punched in the
quick-dial number, and the phone was ringing.  "I just want to
say good night to her," he explained.   The phone rang once, then
twice, then three times...four.   After ten rings, a recorded
voice came on the line and said, "The phone of the person you are
calling is not available.  Please try again later."

	Angela raised her eyebrows in question.  "Strange," Neal said.

	"What's strange?  She just doesn't have her cell turned on. 
Probably didn't want to be awakened."

	"Have you ever called someone on their cell when they weren't
on-line?"

	"Sure.  Happens all the time."

	"When it does, how many rings do you usually hear before you get
the message that they're not available?"

	Angela fidgeted and finally said, "I don't know.  I've never
counted."

	"Make an estimate."

	"Four or five, I guess."

	"It's usually three, sometimes four.  Lorraine's cell rang ten
times before I got the message."

	"So?"

	"Let me show you something."  Neal again punched in Lorraine's
number and held the phone where both he and Angela could hear the
response.  After three rings, a recorded message said, "The phone
of the person you are calling is not available.  Please try again
later."

	"See.  Three rings... not ten."

	"So what?  I don't see what the big deal is."

	"Are you sure you don't see the significance?  I think you do. 
Why don't you tell me why the first call rang 10 times before the
message, but the second only rang three times."

	"I have no idea.  Do you?"

	"I think so.  The first call rang ten times because Lorraine's
cell was on-line at the time.  It kept ringing...  until she got
her cell and turned it off without answering the call.  When I
called the second time, her cell was now off-line and I got only
three rings."

	Angela didn't respond.  "What do you make of that?"  Neal asked.

	"I don't know.  I guess she was tired and didn't want to talk."

	"She has caller ID.  When she opened the cell, she knew dammed
well it was me.  Why wouldn't she want to talk with me?"

	Again, Angela didn't respond.  "Angela, you seem to be
absolutely certain that my wife would not mind if we have sex,
but you don't seem to have any idea why she wouldn't want to talk
to me when I call her cell.  How can that be?"

	"One is about sex, the other one isn't," she finally replied.

	"Really?  Ok.  Maybe you're right about my wife not minding if
we have sex even if you have no idea why she doesn't want to talk
to me when I call.  But somehow, I don't think that makes any
sense."

	Angela again remained silent.

	"You know, I think I'm going to take a cold shower and head to
bed.  Good night, Angela."

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

	Carl Mason and Martin Vance had finally gotten Lorraine where
they had been wanting her all evening.  The dancing at the
Knight's Club had been hot and erotic.  Feeling the gorgeous
blonde's ass and grinding their cocks against her mound had
gotten both of them incredibly hard.  They had gotten just as
hard later in the evening while watching some of the other club
members doing the same thing and even more to the voluptuous,
married slut.  They both saw that Jackson was not only feeling
her ass, but had his black hand beneath the woman's skirt doing
it.

	When they were at the table enjoying drinks, she had smiled and
spread her legs when their hands had moved beneath her skirt to
her drenched panties.  Carl remembered thinking how hot a piece
of ass Lorraine was.  Finally, they had managed to get her away
from all the other men and back to their room at the Embassy
Suites where they now had her in the center of the bed writhing
under Carl's lips that sucked her nipples while Martin's fingers
moved sensuously in and out of the woman's drenched cunt.

	Lorraine couldn't suppress the groan of intense sexual
excitement caused by the lips on her nipples, the thumb working
on her clit, and the two fingers inside her cunt rubbing her
G-spot.

	"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh.... God!"

	Martin's 7-inch prick throbbed with lust when he heard the woman
moaning as her cunt contracted about his fingers.  He knew she
was about to cum.  They hadn't even stripped the hot, married
slut yet, but they knew it wouldn't take much more to get her
off.

	Martin moved between Lorraine's thighs, unzipped and then pulled
her skirt off, and lowered his mouth to the blonde's wet, pulsing
pussy.  The instant she felt the tongue push between her swollen
labia into her vulva, her hips surged upward.  Martin's fingers
moved quickly to her cunt where they stretched her labia wide
open exposing her half-inch clitoris.  It throbbed in steady
spasms, as if begging for a tongue to make it explode.

	Martin ran the tip of his tongue up the gaping slit surrounding
the blonde's hot sex hole.  Her juices were bubbling out of her
vagina.  As soon as his tongue reached her clit, it contracted in
a hard spasm bringing repeated howls of pleasure from the hot
whore.  Martin sucked her clitoris into her mouth and lashed it
repeatedly with his tongue.  Her vagina slammed shut causing a
loud whoosh of air to be expelled.

	Carl pulled off the woman's blouse exposing the bra that was
bunched uselessly below her heaving tits.  Since her skirt was
gone and she had not worn panties, Lorraine was now essentially
naked save for her heels.

	Moving back to her tits, Carl's teeth nipped both nipples, one
after the other, as his hands squeezed the huge globes until
Lorraine screamed, half in pain... half in intense excitement. At
the same time, Martin's tongue continued to work up and down the
surging, pulsing shaft of her clit.

	"I'm cumming... oohhh... I'm cumming," the wildly thrashing
woman hissed in a soft, passionate whisper.

	Lorraine's vagina went into intense spasms as her orgasm
exploded.  Her excitement was so intense, she wasn't even aware
of the men exchanging places.  But she did feel Carl's thick cock
pushing its way inside her still throbbing cunt.  As the hard
male organ spread her open and sank inside, the contractions of
her cunt increased still further.  Her soft hissing moans quickly
changed to passionate female wails of pleasure.

	Carl's cock continued to drive in and out of the moaning blonde
at the same time as Martin pulled her to the edge of the bed.  As
her head cleared the edge, it fell backwards, her long, blonde
hair hanging toward the floor.  The bloated tip of the rigid cock
shaft pushed at her lips.  She didn't have to be told what was
wanted of her.  As soon as Neal's wife opened her mouth, it was
filled by Martin's seven hard inches of cock.  When five inches
were in, the head was pressing against the back of her throat. 
It presented no problem as she had learned months before how to
open her throat.  A moment later, all seven inches were in; the
bulge in Lorraine's throat easily revealed the position of the
big mushroom head.

	Neither Carl nor Martin could hold out for long.  Lorraine had
been cock teasing them all evening and their loads were exerting
an irresistible, intense desire to flood the hot blonde.  Carl
began to fuck her harder... faster, but just as he was about to
shoot into his condom, Lorraine's cell phone rang.  He tried to
ignored it and continued to hammer his throbbing rod in and out
of her as her hips rammed back at him to get all of his dick up
her cunt on every stroke.

	But the cell phone continued to ring.  Again and again.  "Shut
the damn thing off!" Carl yelled as he and the blonde worked
their organs together in a mutual wild effort to get Lorraine's
cunt to explode and fill Carl's condom with hot male cum.  Martin
slammed his cock deep into Lorraine's throat and held it there
while he reached over to the table and shut off the cell phone.

	Both men and the woman continued to ram their bodies together.
Cocks squished and slurped inside the blonde's cunt and mouth
while she grunted whorishly as she took every inch of both cocks
on every thrust.

	Carl ejaculated first.  His buttocks clenched; his cock jerked
hard inside Lorraine's cunt and spewed several thick jets of cum
into the condom.  Hearing the other man grunting as he pumped out
his load, Martin ripped his cock from her sucking mouth, aimed
his rod at her big tits, and creamed them with four huge streams
of semen.

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

	Neal had been asleep for an hour or so when he felt the hand
softly shaking his shoulder.

	"Please wake up, Neal.  Please," Angela whispered softly.

	Slowly, Neal came out of his deep sleep and heard his
sister-in-law's voice.  "What the... Angela?  Is anything wrong?"

	"I just feel so lonely, Neal.  Lorraine has you to comfort her.
I don't have anyone.  I wish you would fuck me, but I know you
won't.  Can I sleep in the bed with you?  I promise, I won't try
to seduce you or mount you.  I just need to cuddle... to feel
your body close to mine.  Do you have any warm feelings for me at
all?"

	"Of course I do.  You look just like Lorraine when we were
married.  And you're my sister-in-law, the only one I will ever
have.  And I do want to fuck you... you're gorgeous and sensuous,
but I don't want to cheat on my wife.  You promise to just cuddle
and not try to seduce me?  I won't be able to resist if you're in
bed with me, and I don't want that to happen.  Promise?"

	"I promise... I really do."

	Neal pulled back the covers and invited Angela to join him. 
Seeing that he was naked, she quickly dropped her nightie to the
floor and crawled equally naked into bed with him.  She turned
her back toward him, and he moved into spoon position behind her.
 His right arm circled her waist and pulled her close.  It did
not touch her breast, but his organ swelled and pressed into her
backside.

	"Mmmmmmm... this feels so much better than being alone in my bed
feeling so bad.  Thank you."

	"You're welcome.  And I think it feels wonderful too.  Just be
sure to keep your promise and behave yourself."

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

	"AAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhhh   FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Lorraine grunted as
Martin's thick cock once again sank into her wet cunt.

	She was mounted on him, her knees on either side of his waist,
bent over with her big tits hanging and brushing against his bare
chest.  Thrusting upwards, Martin was slugging his huge organ in
and out of her impaled pussy, sinking in to his balls on every
stroke.  Carl was behind them on his knees... waiting... his cock
erect and rigid with lust.

	She felt the man holding her hips in place so that she could not
prevent his organ from driving all the way into her cunt on every
stroke.  He fucked her like a stallion breeding a mare.  There
was only wild lust, no feeling... just a hot male rutting an
available and willing female cunt.  In spite of that, Lorraine
knew she was going to cum again... and very soon.  The rigid cock
spike was grinding furiously against her clit and scraping her
G-spot on every stroke.

	"Oh god, Martin.  Fuck me harder.  Give it to me.  I'm about to
cum again," Lorraine urged.

	As soon as Carl saw Lorraine's ass hole opening and closing in
the throes of her orgasm, he moved behind the fucking couple,
straddled her hips, and pressed his rigid cock head to the
pulsing opening of her ass.  She flinched and tried to move away,
but Martin held her in place until Carl had his cock lodged
firmly inside the blonde's hot asshole.  He released her hips
just as Carl pushed five inches of cock into Lorraine's bowels
amid her shrieks of protest.

	Her protests fell on deaf ears.  Carl drove the full length of
his organ into her ass, held it in place to allow her to become
accustomed to its girth, and slowly pulled it back and began to
fuck the blonde's ass as Martin continued to pump in and out of
her pussy.  The double fucking soon had Neal's wife on the verge
of another climax.

	She heard Martin grunting.  "I'm gonna cum, Baby.  You ready?"

	"Oh.. oh.. aaahhh... what difference does it make... uughhh...
you're gonna ... gonna cum whether I'm ready or not... ooohhhh
fuck.  You're killing meeeeeeeeeee!"

	"Take it, Bitch!  Here comes the fuck load!" Martin yelled in
her ear.  At the same time, she felt his prick swell and throb
inside her.  She couldn't feel the cum spurting into the condom,
of course, but she knew from the spasms shooting through the
man's cock, that her throbbing cunt was making the man ejaculate
once again.

	Martin was still shooting when Carl grunted, "Your ass feels
like a vise, Lorraine.  I'm gonna pump it full."

	His dick hammered in and out of her ass.  She was stretched so
much that she could hardly tell the difference between Martin's
cock that was still throbbing in her pussy and Carl's that was up
her ass preparing to unload.  A minute later, she was cumming yet
again as Carl filled his condom.

=================================
	
	When Lorraine arrived home around 9 PM Sunday evening, Neal was
waiting for her.  Angela had gone out for the evening and the
twins were already asleep.

	"Welcome back, Honey," he said smiling.

	Lorraine moved easily into his arms and pressed her soft lips
passionately against her husband's.  "Oh god.  I'm glad you're
still up.  I missed you.  I missed you a lot!"

	"I'm glad.  I've been hard all evening waiting for you to come
in that door."

	His wife ran her hand over Neal's crotch and felt his rigid
shaft.  "MMMmmmm... you are hard, Lover.  I mean really HARD! 
And you know how much I like it hard."

	"Was it a successful trip?"

	"Very!  I got the consultantship and $3,000 up front money.  I'm
sure this will be very lucrative for us over the few years.  But
I don't want to talk about money.  I want my husband to make love
to me."

	The couple practically ran to their bedroom where they stripped
each other rapidly, hardly able to wait.  When Neal had his wife
naked except for her heels, he pulled her onto the bed and
pressed his equally naked body against hers.

	"Aren't you going to take off my heels, Honey?"

	"I like fucking my hot slut with her heels on."

	"I know.  And I know you must be wild to fuck me, but I need for
you to make love to me tonight.  Please.  Later you can fuck me."

	"Lorraine, I'm always making love to you... sometimes hard...
sometimes gentle and soft... but I never just fuck you."

	"Mmmmm... then make it gentle and soft the first time, Lover. 
Please."

	Neal put his wife on her back and moved between her thighs.  She
opened herself and arched her hips preparing to receive his
rigid, throbbing shaft.  He pressed to her opening and eased it
into her.  She moaned softly and he gave her more cock.  This
continued until it was all inside her body.  He held himself
still and moved his tongue over her closed eyes, her face, her
lips, and then downward to her breasts and hard nipples.

	Again and again, his tongue made the trip, his cock jerking
inside her, but not moving.  Finally, he closed his lips over a
nipple and sucked, softly at first and then harder.  Lorraine's
body squirmed beneath him.  Her legs rose, circled his hips, and
then locked around him at her ankles.  Her arms were thrown back
over her head.  She moaned with the sheer pleasure of her
husband's love making.

	Ten minutes later, Neal's tongue was still caressing her upper
body while his hands cupped and hefted her big breasts, squeezing
them whenever his mouth found one of her engorged nipples.  She
felt her core throbbing around his shaft.  As always, its huge
girth thrilled her, but tonight even more so.

	Her husband flexed his cock within her channel.  Once...
twice... three times... and more... rapidly swelling and
contracting... stretching her pulsing walls and then allowing
them to once more contract around his cock.

	Lorraine realized she was going to climax.  Impossible.  He
hadn't moved his cock within her vagina, nor had his fingers or
tongue touched her now swollen, throbbing clitoris.  Yet, she was
going to climax.  There was no way she could possibly prevent it.
 Her excitement mounted... higher and higher... it felt like her
clitoris was becoming larger and larger... swelling so much it
would burst.  She felt her rectum beginning to quiver.  The lips
on her tits... on her nose... on her lips... and eyes where
driving her to an incredible peak.

	Neal's wife could no longer control her body.  She began to
tremble... then shake... finally, her body was shuddering.  Her
mouth flew open as did her eyes.  She stared with amazement at
the loving and smiling face of the man exciting her to the point
she knew she would explode and faint into unconsciousness.

	Her husband leaned closer... his lips touched her ear.  "Cum,
Darling.  Cum!  Cum now!"

	It started in her cunt, of course.  Intense rivers of excitement
radiating from deep inside her vagina up her sex channel into her
clitoris and from there to the swollen lips... upward to her
belly, which suddenly went rigid as her muscles went into hard
spasms.  It reached her tits... then her nipples, which seemed to
grow and throb.  The tremors invaded her bowels forcing her ass
hole to contract over and over and over.

	Then, she screamed!  Her body erupted.  She lost bladder
control.  It went on and on, for almost a minute.  She fainted
for the sheer intensity of the orgasm.  Her legs falling away
from her husband's body to lie limply on the bed.  Her chest
heaved trying to suck needed oxygen into her lungs.  Her tongue
lolled out of her open mouth, a thin stream of saliva ran from
her mouth down her cheek.

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

	Over five minutes elapsed before Lorraine opened her eyes and
stared up at her husband who was still inside her body, his cock
still rigid with lust but not moving.

	"That was unreal... unbelievable.  How did you do that?  How can
any man do that?  I didn't even know that orgasms like that
existed.  And My God!  You're still hard!"

	Neal leaned over his wife's body and pressed his lips to hers. 
Lorraine returned the kiss with intense passion, grinding her
mouth into his as if she were trying to devour him.  Her tongue
drove inside his mouth and then retreated to receive his.  She
felt his cock beginning to flex and throb again inside her
vagina.  His hips moved sensuously against hers, exciting them
both and causing her sensitive clitoris to dance in and out of
its protective hood.

	Once again, her legs rose to encircle and then entrap his body
within their fierce grasp.  Her tits surged against his chest;
her nipples, engorged with blood, tingled and throbbed.

	"Now I want you to fuck me, Stud!" she cried.

	"I don't fuck you.  I make love to you."

	"Then make love to me ... HARD... FAST... RAM ME... I WANT IT
HARD AND DEEP.  GIVE IT TO ME!!"

	Lorraine was shocked at fierce intensity with which her husband
screwed her.  Every stroke drove her hips deep into the mattress.
 On every stroke, the man on her, rutting her, withdrew his
entire sex spike except the bloated head and gave her the full
length again and again... stroke after stroke... each one
thudding into the bottom of her sex pit against the neck of her
womb.  Lorraine wished she were not on the pill...she wanted her
womb unprotected, fertile, egg-filled, ready for breeding.

	Through the haze of her intense passion, she heard her lover
say, "I'm about to cum in your hot cunt, Baby.  Are you ready?"

	Lorraine remembered that two days before another man had asked
her the same question.  The difference in her answers was
enormous.

	"I'm always ready for you.  Please.  Do it now.  Cum inside me.
Shoot me full, you marvelous Stud!"

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

	A little over two weeks later, on a Tuesday, the family was
enjoying a delicious dinner together.  The twins were anxious to
get back to their play, but they dutifully sat at the table with
their parents and their aunt as they had been taught to do. 
After everyone had enjoyed dessert of ice cream and cake, the
twins were told they could go watch TV or play.  Angela,
Lorraine, and Neal took care of the dishes and putting up the
leftovers.

	While they were finishing up, Lorraine asked, "Do you think you
could take care of the girls this coming weekend by yourself,
Honey?"

	"Sure.  Why not?  I've done it many times before.  And Angela is
here to help if needed."

	"That's just the thing.  I have another consultation trip coming
up this weekend, and I would like Angela to come with me."

	"Ok.  Not a problem, but why?"

	"First, because it gets very lonely being away two weekends a
month and she would be wonderful company.  And second, she's
getting tired of working at Hooters.  I thought if she learned
some things about my business, I might be able to hire her.  And
finally, she hasn't had a break since she arrived.  It would be
fun for her just to get away for a weekend.  Are you Ok with all
that?"

	"Sure."  Neal turned to Angela.  "Do you want to go?"

	"I'd love to.  I know you can handle things, but you won't have
any company.  It's going to be sort of lonely for you."

	"I'll be fine."

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

	The next evening after dinner, it was Neal who had a question
for Lorraine and Angela.  "I'd like to take the girls for an
overnight stay at the child care center on Wednesday night.  They
always enjoy being there and are excited about getting to spend
the night.  Anyone have any objections to that?"

	 "Not at all.  But we've never done that before.  What brings
this up?"

	"That question brings up my second question.  Can both of you be
home Wednesday evening?  Unless you have something that you have
to do... some other place you need to be... I would like for the
three of us to spend the evening together.  Is that possible?"

	The women looked at each other quizzically and then shrugged. 
"I guess so.  But again, why?  When you told me about your plans
for the twins, I thought you wanted to get me alone for the night
to ravish me," Lorraine said with a giggle.

	"That's exactly what I thought too," Angela grinned.

	"Well, there is a good answer to your question, I assure you,
but both of you are going to have to wait until Wednesday
evening.  Don't make any other plans."

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

	For the next two days, the women talked between themselves about
what Neal had in mind for Wednesday evening.  They both had
guesses, some close... some out in left field, so to speak, but
neither had any real clue.

	When Wednesday evening arrived, Neal surprised the women by
having a catered dinner brought in so no one would have to cook
or wash dishes.  It was prime rib, baked potatoes, asparagus au
gratin, chef's salad, a New York cheesecake, and two bottles of a
good cabernet.

	"Wow!" Angela exclaimed.  "When you make a date with two women
at the same time, you really know how to get things started."

	When the meal was over, Neal directed his wife and Angela to
take seats side-by-side on the large couch.  He sat in a lounge
chair that he had moved directly in front of the couch.  Everyone
had a glass of wine and some cheese and crackers were on the side
tables.

	"I want both of you relaxed.  This may not seem like something
that's going to be fun, but I hope that it turns out that way. 
Lorraine, when you took your last trip to St. Louis, Angela
suggested that we have sex."

	Both women's faces flushed red.  "There's no need to be
embarrassed.  I don't bring it up for that reason.  Angela told
me that you wouldn't mind if we fucked.  Now, the fact is that I
would really have enjoyed having sex with your beautiful and very
sexy sister, but we didn't do it.  I first want to know if she
was correct in saying that you wouldn't mind.

	"Well... I don't know... That is...  well...  Oh Shit!  The
truth is that I feel so badly being away two weekends every
month.  I wanted it not to be so bad for you.  And I know that
Angela would enjoy it.  I was certain you would too."

	"You're right.  I'm male... a very randy male as I think you
know.  I would very much enjoy sex with Angela, but you also
should know that I would never cheat on you.  So, Angela felt
terrible about being rejected as any woman would, and I ended up
going to bed with a huge, unsatisfied erection.  And just to be
completely truthful, Angela came into my bedroom around 1 AM
because she felt so badly and so lonely.  We cuddled in bed and
slept together, but didn't make love or fuck.  She felt better,
but naturally sleeping next to a naked woman as beautiful as
Angela didn't help my raging erection very much."

	Lorraine was shocked.  She turned to her sister and said, "Is
that right?  You let him lie there holding you all night with a
raging erection that you knew you were causing and didn't do a
thing to take care of it?  I thought you knew better than to
treat a man like that."

	Neal started to speak, but Angela beat him to it.  "I do know
better than that.  And I would have loved to take care of his
problem, but he made me promise not to before he let me get in
bed with him."

	Neal nodded to confirm Angela's statement, which mollified his
wife somewhat.  She was totally amazed at the will power of her
husband, but still somewhat put out with her sister.

	"Stop, both of you.  You're missing the point.  I need to know
for certain if we are going to have open sex between the three of
us.  I don't want to have reject Angela like that again.  She
doesn't want to be rejected like that.  I know you don't want
your husband cheating behind your back.  We either have to stop
this entirely... period!  Or we have to be open and agree that
sex between the three of us is Ok.  I want the two of you to
discuss this in private later and let me know.  Agreed?"

	Both women nodded.  There really wasn't anything else they could
do.  Both knew that they had put Neal in an impossible situation
and felt very badly about it.

	"Now that that item is settled, I want to move on.  Are you two
Ok?" Neal asked.

	"I'm still a little shook up," answered Lorraine coyly, "but I'm
fine.  What's next?"

	"Lorraine, when you were in St. Louis two or three weeks ago,
Angela and I were wondering what you were doing.  Naturally, we
didn't know so I decided to call you so you wouldn't be so lonely
and I could tell you how much I loved you.  Angela tried to
persuade me not to call, which surprised me, but I called anyway.
Your cell phone rang ten times, but there was no answer.  Then,
you turned it off, and I got the usual recorded message that the
number I was calling was not available.  Why did that happen?"

	"I turned it off when I went to bed.  It never rang."

	Neal paused for a moment, poured himself another glass of wine,
and then said, "I need to inform both of you ladies that there is
a penalty for lying tonight.  Each time you lie or fail to tell
the truth, you lose an article of clothing.  Do both of you
understand?"

	Neither woman spoke.  "Good.  You just told your first lie, my
Darling wife.  Take off your blouse.  Right now.  No arguments."

	Lorraine hesitated.  If she took off her blouse, she would be
admitting that she lied.  If she didn't, she wasn't certain what
her husband would do.

	"Lorraine.  Please remove your blouse."

	Her husband tone was so soft and so loving, she smiled and
removed it.  She was wearing a bra so it wasn't as embarrassing
as it might have been.

	"Now Lorraine, your cell phone rang 10 times.  If it had been
off, it would have rung only three times.  After you turned off
your phone, I called again.  This time, it did ring only three
times before I got the recorded message that you weren't on line.
 Angela heard it and can confirm what I'm saying.  Why did you
turn off the phone?"

	"I was just too tired to talk.  I saw that it was you, but I
really didn't feel like chatting, so I just turned it off."

	"I might have believed you if you had said that before, but you
didn't.  So, you're lying again.  Take off your bra, Lorraine."

	Again she hesitated.  "Am I going to have ask you twice every
time you lie?  Please remove your bra so I can see your lovely
big tits."

	Giving up, Lorraine pulled the bra off and dropped it to the
floor.  Her large tits swung free, bouncing a little as she
removed her bra.  "You do have the hottest tits of any woman I
know, Honey.  I love them and you."

	"We'll get back to this in a moment, Lorraine, but now it's
Angela's turn.  How is the job going at Hooter's, Angela?"

	"Fine.  Like I said before, it's just a job."

	"I understand.   Please take off your sweater, Angela."

	"But why?  I didn't lie."

	"Whoops.  That's a second lie, Angela.  Now you will need to
take off both your sweater and your bra.  You see, I went to
Hooter's and you don't work there at all.  In fact, you quit
after the first week.  Now the sweater and bra, if you please,
Angela."

	Lorraine looked over at her sister and smiled.  "Might as well
take it off, Honey.  He's got you."

	A moment later, both women sat on the couch naked from the waist
up.  "God.  The two of you have absolutely to-die-for tits!  I
certainly hope when you discuss the sex thing between us, you
decide that we will all have sex with each other."

	"Now isn't this fun?  Ok, Angela.  One more question for you. 
I'm concerned about your studies.  You don't seem to be doing
very much homework, and that's unusual.  How are your grades? 
Are you still doing well in your studies at the University?"

	"I'm doing fine, Neal.  Really, I am.  There's no need for you
to be concerned, but it's really nice that you are.  Thank you."

	"It's hard for me to see how you can be doing fine in your
studies, Angela, when the Registrar has no record of your ever
having been enrolled at the University.  I know.  The Registrar
is a good friend of mine, and I checked with him two weeks ago. 
Now, please remove your skirt, Angela."

	Almost in a daze, Angela stood up, removed her skirt, folded it
over the arm of the couch and sat back down in nothing but her
panties and slippers.

	"Open your legs, Angela.  I want to see the crotch of your
panties."

	She smiled seductively and spread her legs.  "Why didn't you do
this before?"

	"Because it would have been behind my wife's back.  Now, she's
right beside you and I'm not cheating on her.  This is a free
question.  It doesn't count.  You can lie if you like without
penalty.  Are your panties wet?"

	Angela's smile became even more seductive.  "Very wet.  And
getting wetter."

	"I think she's telling the truth this time," Lorraine ventured.

	"I think so too.  Back to you, Honey.  Why did you turn off the
cell phone when I called?"

	Lorraine took a deep breath and said, "I didn't turn it off. 
And I'm not lying!  Someone else turned it off."

	"I believe you.  Who turned it off?"

	"His name is Martin Vance.  You don't know him.  He's a
multi-millionaire executive with one of the pharmaceutical
companies."

	"Again I believe you.  Why did he turn it off?"

	"Because it was irritating to hear it ringing and ringing."

	"Why was it irritating?"

	Trapped, Lorraine paused, her stomach churning.  Then she
blurted out, "He was fucking me."

	Neal leaned back, his expression remaining calm.  "You're doing
exceptionally well, Honey.  I had already figured that out and
you would have been down to your panties like Angela is if you
had not told me the truth."

	"Please, Neal.  I have to ask.  Are you going to divorce me?"

	"Do I look like a moron?  Or maybe even an idiot?  Why in the
world would I even consider losing the most loving, the hottest,
most considerate, and smartest woman I've ever met?  Why would I
let the best mother I know get away just because she likes sex? 
No.  I'm not going to divorce you and if you try to divorce me,
I'll fight it until hell freezes over!  And that is very
definitely the truth!"

	Lorraine jumped up and ran to her husband, kissing him
passionately.  He returned her kiss but then said, "Get back on
the couch.  The interrogation isn't over yet."

	Lorraine dutifully took her seat, now breathing much easier
since the worst was certainly over.

	"Lorraine, you are primarily responsible for the wonderful house
in which we live, for all the advantages we've been able to
provide to Angela, for the financial security we enjoy, and so
on.  I can't even begin to make enough money to provide for us
like you do.  I want you know how much I do appreciate what
you've done.  How much money is your marketing consulting
business making a year now?  Approximately, that is."

	Lorraine thought for a few moments and then replied, "Well, of
course it varies, but right now, its about $80,000 to $100,000
per year, I would guess."

	"Really?  Take off your skirt, Lorraine.  You are not making a
single dime out of your consulting business because there is no
marketing consulting business."

	Lorraine opened her mouth to protest but Neal held up his hand.
"If you deny it, that will be another lie and your panties will
also be forfeit.  Take off your skirt."

	Like Angela before her, his wife stood, removed her skirt, put
it over the arm of the chair, and sat back down.  "I suppose you
want my legs open too," she said.

	"Of course, and when you're spread, tell me if your panties are
wet.  Like Angela, the question doesn't count."

	Lorraine spread herself as wide as possible and said, "There's
no way I could lie here.  You can see I'm so wet my panties are
almost transparent now."

	"God! You two look delicious sitting there like that.  I'm hard
as stone now... as I'm sure both of you know."

	"Take heart.  I'm almost finished with my questions.  Lorraine,
what's in Safety Deposit Box 1157?"

	"I don't know anything about a safety deposit box other than the
one we have for our important papers."

	"Please remove your panties, Honey.  I'm really dying to see
your hot, wet cunt."

	"I don't know anything about that."

	"Bull shit!  If that's the case, why did I have to pay a $100
rental fee the last time I went to the bank two months ago?  And
why do the bank's entry logs show that you open that box every
single time you make a cash deposit to our joint account?  Take
off your panties!"

	Trapped, Lorraine lifted her ass off the couch and stripped the
sodden panties down her thighs.  When she settled back on the
couch, she spread wide open and even reached down and opened her
cunt with her fingers.  "You know we'll have to recover this
couch don't you?  I'm so wet, it's going to stain."

	"You just look delicious.  I can hardly wait to eat you and get
into your incredibly exciting pussy."

	"Angela, what's in Safety Deposit Box 1198?"

	"Money... cash," came her reply.  Having just seen what happened
to her sister, she knew there was no reason to lie.

	"Where does the money come from that in the box?"

	"Lorraine gives it to me, and I put it in the box."

	Now Neal had to pause to consider the answer.  It came so
quickly, that he felt it to be the truth, but there had to be
catch.  "I believe you.  My wife is giving you a gift so you'll
have some financial security.  It isn't money that you've
earned?"

	"That's right.  She makes a lot of money and gives me some from
time to time."

	"Not true!  Take off your panties, Angela.  I'm want to see your
sexy cunt too.  Two hot women... four big, beautiful tits, and
now two, wet, shaved, sexy cunts.  Take off your panties."

	"It's true," she whined.

	"No it isn't.  Because the deposit dates are always different
for the two boxes.  If she were giving you money, some of the
time you would both access the boxes on the same day and at the
same time.  There isn't a single case when that has happened. 
I've seen the entry logs.  Take off your panties, Angela."

	Like Lorraine, Angela lifted her ass and pulled her panties off.
 Then, without prompting, she assumed the same spread position as
Lorraine, and like her older sister, held her cunt open for Neal
to see.

	"Fantastic!  Just fantastic!  I have only one more question. 
It's the same for both of you.  So each of you will write your
answer on these slips of paper so you won't know what the other
is saying.  I need to tell you that your slippers and shoes don't
count as clothing.  So you're both naked now and have nothing
left to take off as a penalty.  Therefore,... (here Neal removed
his belt)... therefore, if you lie, I will bend you over the back
of the couch on which you sit and whip your naked ass six times
with this belt.  And I can promise you that it will hurt... a
lot!  So tell the truth."

	"How did you make the money that's in the two safety deposit
boxes?"

	Neal poured himself another glass of cabernet as the two naked
women thought about what to write.  Finally, Lorraine wrote no
more than few words, folded the paper, and handed it to her
husband.  Angela was wringing her hands.  Lorraine spoke up. 
"Tell the truth, Honey.  I know my husband.  It will be all
right.  Just tell the simple truth."

	Angela nodded and wrote a few words, folded the paper, and
handed it to her brother-in-law.

	Lorraine's slip read, "I'm a call girl."

	Angela's slip read, "I'm a whore."

	"Prostitutes... I deduced as much six weeks or so ago," said
Neal calmly.  "I assume this coming weekend either one very rich
guy, who has a grossly inflated opinion of his sexual stamina, or
two or more very rich men have hired both of you for fun and
games.  Right?  The questions are over so you can lie if you
like.  No penalty, but I won't like it."

	Lorraine responded.  "It's a couple of guys with more money than
they could ever spend.  Friday night they're going to ball us
both on their yacht.  On Saturday, they're setting up a bachelor
party for one of their friends.  Angela and I are the
entertainment."

	"Is it really out of town?"

	"No.  They rented two adjoining suites at the Hilton.  Are you
really Ok with all this?"

	"I must admit that when I first came to the inescapable
conclusion that you were whoring yourself, I was angry.  I was
going to confront you immediately, but I fortunately remembered
something a wise friend of mine had once said, that one should
never act hastily.  Well, I've had several weeks to think about
this.

	"If you were fucking other men because they turn you on or, even
worse, because you love them or because I'm not satisfying you, I
would hate it... just absolutely hate it.  But you're doing it
for the money.  I suppose you're enjoying it too, but money is
the motivator.  Tell me, do you enjoy it?"

	"Yes, I do, but it's mainly for the money," Lorraine answered
softly. "God, I'm so glad this is finally out in the open.  I
hate deceiving you, just hate it!  You must hate me."

	"No, I don't hate you.  I love you.  While I was still stewing
about it, I realized that if it weren't for you, doing what
you're doing, we'd still be stuck in that apartment struggling to
make ends meet.  You know, it's actually exciting to think about
the fact that these guys are willing to pay thousands just to
have you for one evening, while I have you all my life freely
because you love me.  That's a very warm, wonderful feeling. 
Besides all that, it's incredibly lucrative.  So... yeah.  I'm Ok
with all this."

	Neal placed the slips face up on the coffee table where each
woman could see what the other had written.  "Now that the
questions are over, I have reservations at the Omega Club for
three.  We're going to dance, drink, laugh and have a wonderful
evening together.  Regretfully, you're both going to need to
dress.  They won't let naked women inside.  So, go get dressed
but don't put on too much.  While I wait, I'm going to have some
crackers and some of this delicious cheese.

	Neal expected to have to wait 30 minutes or longer.  Women take
forever to dress before going out.  To his amazement, 15 minutes
later, his wife stuck her head out of the bedroom door and called
to him.  "We're all dressed and ready, Honey, but we don't really
want to go to the Club.  We've made other plans, but we need a
little help."

	"Ok.  I'll be right there," he replied very pleased that the
women didn't take an hour to get ready.

	When he entered the master bedroom, he saw Lorraine and Angela
each lying on the large bed on their backs.  Each woman wore
nothing but a pair of 4-inch heels and some red lip-gloss.  Each
woman had a pillow beneath their ass to elevate their cunt.

	"As you can see, Lover.  We've decided the first question about
sex.  Now we're having a huge argument.  A little bit ago, you
made some snide comment about a rich guy who has a grossly
inflated opinion of his sexual powers because he thinks he can
handle both of us.  Angela thinks you can, and I say 'bullshit'.
He won't last an hour.  So we made a wager, and now its up to you
to see which one of us wins."

	Neal didn't require an engraved invitation.  Removing his
clothes, he watched the two women each sliding their fingers
through the wet slit between their legs... then opening it...
inviting him... waiting for him.  Naked, he approached the bed,
his big cock rigid and upright.  Watching the advancing male,
both Angela and Lorraine steepled their knees.  Opening their
legs wide, the two women offered him their cunts, hoping they
would be the first.

	Having had his wife thousands of times, but never her sensuous
sister, Neal moved between Angela's open thighs.  His tongue
slowly licked its way up her inner thigh until it reached her
moist, open cunt.  She pulled her labia open to expose her
throbbing clit, and at the same time, arched her hips into the
air where they rotated in a small circle.

	Angela groaned as she felt the tongue move across her throbbing
clitoris.  A moment later, she felt the throbbing organ being
pulled into the male mouth pleasuring her where lips clamped
around it, holding it in place as the tongue lashed its throbbing
tip... over and over... until she was moaning uncontrollably. 
Her hips thrashed wildly trying to escape the intense pleasure...
yet a moment later, she thrust her pussy against Neal's mouth and
begged him not to stop.

	As her husband worked steadily on Angela's pussy and clit,
Lorraine was cupping, squeezing, and sucking her sister's swollen
nipples.  Her hand was between her own thighs caressing and
pleasuring her cunt.  As her fingers pumped in and out, Neal's
were pumping her sister.

	There was no way Angela could hold out against the triple
stimulation of her breasts, her vagina, and her clitoris.  Her
vagina began to contract in repeated spasms.  Her legs rose high
in the air.  Her toes pointed... then her feet arched back.  Her
juices spurted and at the same time, she howled with the
intensity of her orgasm.

	Angela's body was still trembling when Neal moved up her body
and mounted her.  Hooking his arms beneath her legs, he levered
them up and back to expose her still throbbing cunt hole to his
rigid cock.  His hips drove it forward.  The thrust hit Angela's
cuntal opening dead center causing her to hiss with intense
female pleasure as the thick, hard male shaft stretched her
vagina into a big circular hole and sank into her depths.

	"OOohhhh... shit!  You are THICK!  Lorraine said you were,
but... jezzzzzzzz...  fuck me with that thing!"

	Neal fucked the trembling woman through two more climaxes before
he withdrew and moved between his wife's open thighs.  Her vagina
was soaked, open, ready.

	"Ohhhh yes!  Fuck me, Darling.  Give it to me hard."

	Lorraine emitted a deep guttural groan as her husband's cock
began to fuck her.  Her eyes clenched shut as she moaned and
grunted with every stroke into her throbbing sex channel.  Her
fingernails raked Neal's back bringing two thin streams of blood.
 Her excitement rose to an even higher level when she felt
Angela's fingers playing with and then entering her anus.

	Neal rode his wife high keeping his cock in hard contact with
her engorged clitoris as he pumped in and out of cunt.  Every
time the cock scraped over her swollen female prick, she emitted
a deep moan of pleasure.

	Sensing that she was about to cum, Neal moved his cock halfway
out and reached down to her throbbing clit.  His fingers began to
massage it.  She squealed and rammed her hips upward trying to
get the cock back inside her fully primed cunt.

	"OH GOD!  FUCK ME!  HARD!  LET ME CUM!  FINISH ME!" she wailed.

	Neal stopped the motion of his hips, then withdrew his cock. 
Taking it in his hand, he stroked the head over his wife's
pulsing clitoris and then moved it slowly up and down her sex
slit.  At the same time, Angela was moving two fingers in and out
of her ass.

	"OH GOD!  OH GOD!  OH GOD!  I CAN'T STAND IT.  PLEASE!  PLEASE!
FUCK ME WITH IT!  FINISH ME!"

	Neal couldn't bring himself to make his wife wait.  He rammed
his cock back into her, grinding the base against her clit.  When
he felt her vagina beginning to contract in hard spasms, he
pistoned his cock in and out of her cunt with rapid, hard,
determined strokes.  His wife's pussy and ass exploded in a
series of intense orgasms, one after the other.  Her juices
spurted drenching their sex organs.

	"Oooohhh sooo good...  so good... so good.  Nobody... nobody
fucks me like you do, Darling.  Don't stop.  Keep giving it to
me. Ooohhhhh shittttt...  cummingg... can't stop.  can't stop. 
AAAHHHHHH!!"

	When her orgasms finally ebbed, Lorraine's legs collapsed onto
the bed.  Her husband stayed mounted on her, his cock still a
rigid spike stuck deep inside her slowly throbbing cunt hole. 
Suddenly, her eyes opened wide in shock.  "You're still hard as a
rock.  You didn't cum, did you?  God... you'd better get ready,
Angela.  He's gonna fuck you again."

	Angela quickly scrambled onto her hand and knees, lowered her
head to the bed, held herself open, and waited.  A moment later,
she felt Neal's thick cock entering her vagina again.  He slowly
began pumping her while working his finger in and out of her ass
in time to his strokes.  Angela's cunt began to thrust back at
him as he drove into her depths.  Her tongue came out, and she
licked her top lip as she took his cock deep inside her body.

	Lorraine's hand moved between her husband's legs and began to
fondle his balls as they thumped against her sister's clit. 
"Fuck the hot little slut harder, Darling," she whispered.  "Give
it to her.  Make her cum, Baby.  Make her cum again."

	Neal began fucking Angela like a street whore.  He shoved three
fingers into her now dilated ass, held her hips steady, and
rammed himself in and out of her cunt with a blind fury.  When
she came, Angela screamed at the top of her voice... over and
over and over.  In the middle of her screams, Neal ejaculated
five huge streams of cum into her convulsing cunt.

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

	The clock beside the bed said 1:15 AM.  Neal had his wife on her
hands and knees, head on the bed, as he slowly fucked her ass. 
It was the second time he had used it during the evening, and it
was now so stretched that he was sliding in and out easily.

	He pushed his cock into her ass tube.  "You don't have a
consulting business do you?  You make all the money with your
cunt and ass, right?"  The cock thrust authoritatively back into
Lorraine's ass.  She purred in appreciation.

	"No... no consulting business," his wife moaned with deep
pleasure as she felt her lover's cock being slowly and
deliciously pulled from her ass to prepare for the next inward
thrust.  "I make all the money with my cunt and ass and mouth,
Darling... I'm a whore... OH!!  Fuck your hot whore, my
darling... fuck your whore wife.  Make her cum again.  Fuck me in
the ass and make me cum."

	"In the morning, you will tell me every thing."

	"Yes, Darling.  Every thing.  But right now, please ass fuck me
hard and deep.  I can't stop cumming on your beautiful cock."

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

	After breakfast the next morning, Lorraine was sitting on her
husband's lap, both sipping coffee between soft kisses.  Angela
was still asleep... essentially unconscious from the exhausting
sex of the previous evening.

	"I think Angela won the bet, Darling.  You were just marvelous.
I knew you would be."

	"I had a lot of stimulation from my two sensuous women.  Did it
bother you when I was screwing Angela?"

	"Not at all.  I was there, and you weren't cheating."

	"Will you tell me how it got started and how it works?"

	Lorraine kissed him again.  "Do you remember your last birthday
when we went to the Sultan's Palace where I stripped and did
those lap dances?"

	"I could hardly forget that.  It was incredible!"

	"And do you remember that last guy I lap danced for?  Jason
Harthorne?"

	"Sure.  He's the guy who offered you $500 to go out to his car
and fuck.  You turned him down so he offered $750 and then
$1,000, but you still said no.  What about him?"

	"I did turn him down, just like I told you, but when I went to
take a shower and get dressed, he bribed Clark to let him into
the dressing room."

	"He raped you?"

	"Of course not.  But he did raise the offer to $2,000 and in
addition, he suggested that we make it a regular thing, and, if I
wanted, he could set me up with his rich friends so I could make
a fortune."

	"And I guess you accepted?"

	"I couldn't turn down that much money.  I knew it would solve
all the problems we were having.  He fucked me on the couch in
the dressing room.  I made it really good for him, and he loved
it.  He paid me in cash as soon as we finished.  After that, I
would meet him a couple of times a week or so, and he gave my
office number to some of his friends.  One thing led to another,
and now, I'm in great demand."

	"How did Angela get involved?"

	"She couldn't make much money at Hooters.  And as soon as
Harthorne saw her, he suggested we make it a team effort.  She
jumped at the chance.  I'm sure you have figured out how much she
likes sex."

	"Why the safe deposit boxes?"

	"Well, Angela needs a place to put all the money she's making. 
And I was afraid to put all the money in our account.  I didn't
think you would believe that I could be making that amount as a
marketing consultant.  So I put some in our account... gradually
increasing the amount so it would look like the business was
growing.  The rest went into the box."

	"My god!  How much money is in that box now?"

	Lorraine leaned forward, squeezed her husband's cock, and
whispered a number in ear.

	"You have to be kidding!" he said in total shock.

	"When I deposit the money from this coming weekend, you can go
with me and count it for yourself."

	After a bit, Lorraine asked, "Any other questions?  I'll tell
you anything you want to know, Lover... and I'll do anything you
like."

	"I have one.  Is there any possibility that I could get an
invitation to the bachelor party this weekend?"

	"I thought you might like that.  I've already arranged it."

	"How did you do that?"

	"Simple.  I just told the two guys who are putting on the party
that I wanted to ask a guy I know, and if he wasn't welcome,
Angela and I wouldn't be attending the party.  Once I explained
it so clearly, there was no further problem."

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

	At 10 PM, the following Saturday night, Neal sat in a lounge
chair sipping a scotch and water in one of the adjoining suites
at the Hilton Inn.  The bachelor party was in full swing.  His
cock had been hard when he entered the suite an hour earlier. 
Now, it felt like a rolled steel bar.  It was an unbelievably hot
sight.

	Angela was on the bed directly across from him.  She was on
her back, her stocking-clad legs up and back.  The guy between
her thighs had just pulled her panties aside and was busy nailing
his condom-covered cock in and out of her wet, squishing pussy. 
He thought that the man was the fourth she had taken since he had
been in the suite.  She grunted and moaned steadily as the cock
fucked her.

	Standing up, Neal strolled into the next suite to see if that's
where they had his wife.  It was.  She was mounted on a guy
reverse cowgirl style leaning forward over his legs.  Her hips
hammered back and forth on his condom-covered cock.  The hot
motion on his dick was bringing grunts of masculine pleasure from
his mouth every time his wife's cunt slid down his sex prong.

	Neal noticed his drink was empty.  He heard the man fucking his
wife cumming as he exited the room.

	Opting for a soft drink and a sandwich this time, Neal estimated
that in the hour and a half he had been in the suite, the girls
had made over $800 and the evening wasn't over yet.  "That's a
hell of a lot more than I make," he thought.  "Obviously, a
P.U.S.S.Y counts for a lot more beans than a Ph.D."  He had to
chuckle as he squeezed his raging erection.  He was in no hurry.
After all, the men in the room had only one night with Lorraine.
He had the rest of his life.
	
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