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Horny Housewife
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Horny Housewife
CHAPTER ONE
How many times have I laid on this bed in various states of
undress, rubbing, fingering, pinching myself to solo orgasm? It
must be thousands.
Let's see, eleven years of marriage, the last ten of which
have been terribly uneventful, ten years times approximately
two-hundred-fifty weekdays, excluding two weeks of vacation makes
twenty-five hundred days I've spent alone in this house, most of
which I hit this bed at least once for a quick masturbation,
fantasizing about countless hundreds of lovers, all of whom
satisfied me thoroughly, never leaving me wanting more.
That's the best part of fantasy lovers. They never shoot their
rocks off in thirty seconds flat, then roll off of you and start
snoring. They never develop potbellies or lose their hair. Fantasy
lovers take the time to make you feel special, make you cum even
before they start fucking you, and they're considerate. They eat
your pussy to orgasm and they know just how to suck your clit and
make you all wild and creamy. Thirty seconds is a short kiss for
them, not the average length of a fuck!
This morning, my fantasy lover is a new guy at church, David,
the one with the adorably cute wife who must have the most
contented pussy in town. David is such a hunk, he is most assuredly
an unbelievable lover. He's about six-foot-three, blond, blue-eyed,
with a V-shaped torso, fit and trim, a cunt-quiveringly handsome
man. He's in his early twenties, still in his sexual prime. The way
his wife smiles, I'd guess he could go three times.
I didn't even have to undress before I climbed onto the bed.
Today is vacuuming day, and I always vacuum in the nude.
I did hit the bed a little earlier than usual, though. It's
only 9:30. I usually hold off until afternoon, but I feel
especially horny this particular day. Fantasizing about that
handsome David did it to me.
I have such a vivid imagination, I can almost feel his hot
kisses, feel his tongue slithering between my lips, searching my
mouth, tasting me, our tongues dancing a horny dance in, out and
all around each other's wide open mouth. Our impassioned moans meet
in our joined mouths.
His hands cover my breasts, flattening them against me,
rubbing them hard in tight, circular motions with his open palm.
Then his fingers dig into my soft tit flesh and knead my breasts
like a baker kneads dough. He traps my stiffening nipples between
two fingers on each hand, and as he continues kneading my breasts,
those two fingers rub my nipples, turning them into tingling
erections. My pussy is on fire, turning all creamy, wanting him
inside. But David loves sending me to the brink slowly, taking his
time, driving me wild with desire.
I feel electrically charged when David finally breaks off our
passionate, marathon kiss, his hungry mouth then kissing my cheek
and lightly nibbling one earlobe. He knows what I like. His head
turns and he nuzzles my neck, making me squirm with my rising
passion.
He kisses my shoulders, moving excruciatingly slowly toward my
breasts. He opens wide and takes as much of one breast as he can
into his warm mouth, slowly letting it slide out, covered in a thin
sheen of saliva, until his lips are pressed tightly around one
tingling nipple, his tongue running tight little circles around it.
He sucks it much, making it stiffen even more and tingle. David
realizing there is a direct pipeline from my sensitive nipples to
my cunt. His dedication is making my pussy a hot, steamy cauldron
of bubbling desire.
His handsome face shifts to my other breast and he stuffs his
forearm between my legs, his hand grasping my trim, pert ass,
squeezing it and kneading it even more deeply than he had kneaded
my breasts. His forearm presses hard against my pussy and I hunch
it with a deep, soulful fervour, feeling my pouty labia gaping
open, leaving a thin coating of my lubrication on his arm, bathing
the underside of his wrist in radiant, moist heat.
Ever so slowly, David kisses and licks his way down my soft
belly, tongue-fucking my bellybutton. His big, strong, gorgeous
body is kneeling between my widely parted legs, his long, thick,
stiff cock pointing right at my cunt.
His handsome face nuzzles against my dense thicket of cunt
hair, but then his body backs up, not even touching my quivering
quim yet. His tongue tickles the back of one knee and he slowly
kisses and licks his way up the sensitive inside of one thigh, then
repeats the process on my other leg.
He wraps both arms under my thighs, propping their undersides
against his shoulders, raising my legs. He lightly kisses my
buttocks.
Then his mouth opens wide, covers my pussy and he French
kisses my pussy lips. His talented tongue squirms inside me. My
juices churn around his probing tongue. David tastes me and smells
me and moans softly, but deeply in mounting passion.
I'm squirming and writhing on the bed, softly whimpering from
the overwhelming desire that has consumed my entire body. Every
nerve ending is tingling madly and my face is knotted up in
orgasmic contortions.
David sucks my fiery, engorged clit between his lips, sucking
it hard, stretching it, keeping it against the roof of his mouth
with his tongue, stroking it, making me nearly cry out with
unbridled passion.
He moves back to my cunt and first one, then two fingers
wiggle inside me, making my juices churn even more around them. His
fingers stroke me, going hard and fast in and out of me, making me
gasp uncontrollably, feeling my excitement sky-rocket to the point
of no return.
I squeal, driven completely into bliss by the seemingly
insatiable feelings rising within me. David recognizes the signals
and pulls his fingers out of me, opening his mouth wide, covering
my cunt. His tongue replaces his fingers and he tongue-fucks me to
a shrieking, twisting, turning, very wet orgasm.
I cum like a slut, my body shaking with each massive spasm.
David's wide open mouth catches my spewing cum. He savours my
taste, moaning with his own passion, swallowing my cum, liking its
taste.
And when my flow of hot cum ebbs, David raises up, hovering
over me. I hold my saturated petals widely apart and he pushes his
gorgeous cock inside me, filling me up and stretching me widely.
I hear that unmistakable squishing sound as his cock suctions
in and out of my saturated cunt, stroking me relentlessly, sending
my passion careening right back to the brink.
His big, powerful body grinds into my body. His big, heavy
balls tap against me with every powerful stroke. My juicy pussy
leaves a thin coating of cum all along the length of his swollen
shaft. David's fingers clasp me, pulling my ass off the bed to meet
his every powerful stroke.
I'm gasping and grunting uncontrollably, feeling my passion
take total control of my body, loving the feel of his huge cock
fucking my juicy cunt.
Over and over, David pumps me with an intense rhythmic
precision, his hips thrusting his cock in and out of me. I'm
oblivious to everything else in the world but his massive swollen
bone stoking my fires, pushing me headlong toward another
bodyshaking, bone-rattling orgasm.
And virtually simultaneously, we cum. His huge cock blasts
large, hot gobs of his spunk deep inside me, each blast making my
own orgasm just that much more intense. My wildly spasming pussy
massages his cock, milking him for every last drop he can muster.
Just as our orgasm begin subsiding, David starts pumping me
again with his still rigid cock, pushing me to the limits of my
sexual endurance, making my sloppy wet pussy burn for more.
My hands hold tightly his taut and tensed ass cheeks, pulling
each stroke even deeper into me. My body writhes and squirms with
reckless abandon, every ounce of my energy focused squarely on a
most intense feeling.
I'm breathlessly gasping and emitting frantic shrieks from my
intense exertion, pushing myself, straining to cum again, loving
the feel of his wondrous, magical cock stroking my passion, sending
me hurtling into the netherworld of unbridled lust, I twist, turn,
buck and squirm beneath him, struggling with everything in me to
push myself to the limits and beyond.
I'm whimpering with the incredible intensity with which I'm
pushing my body, struggling, straining, and then cumming, cumming
hard, feeling everything inside me gush straight out of my pussy,
creaming harder than I thought possible.
It was nearly noon when I woke up. A contented smile still
creased my lips. I felt that blissful glow I used to feel when I
ran marathons, the glow which follows pushing oneself beyond your
normal limits.
I still look pretty hot. Even though I don't compete in
marathons anymore, my body remains tight and trim, five feet, three
inches of compact sexual energy. I had let my hair grow out since
my competition days, now wearing it stylishly brushed back on top
and on the sides, the back hanging straight to my shoulders. Still
blonde after all these years.
I wearily rolled out of bed, feeling surprisingly vibrant and
refreshed. It was rare when I manipulated myself to back-to-back
orgasms but my fantasies of David were so vivid that it just came
naturally.
I felt hot and sexy and opened the curtains all around the
house, except for the front, which faced the street. I do have
exhibitionistic tendencies, but flashing the busy street seemed
just a bit flagrant, even for the sexy mood I was in. Having the
curtains open, opening myself to the possibility of discovery
always made me feel horny.
I dragged the upright vacuum out of the closet. My husband,
Frank, had tried to talk me into getting a canister vacuum cleaner,
one of the new models. It was downright archaic to be pushing an
old-fashioned upright vacuum cleaner in today's age, he continually
insisted. This is the era of high tech and modernization, after
all.
How could I tell him about the indescribable pleasure of nude
vacuuming with an upright? The thing vibrated and shook and that
curved, vibrating handle felt absolutely magical against my pussy.
Some experiences I just can't tell my husband about,
especially such a nonsex-oriented man as Frank. How could he
possibly understand the great pleasure of sitting bare-assed on a
warm, shaking washing machine? Would he get turned-on watching me
sitting on the washing machine, hunching my cunt against it, the
vibrations making my breasts and ass shake and tingle? Or would he
think it was disgusting and whorish? Probably the latter.
I plugged my upright into a wall socket and began pushing it
around the carpet absent-mindedly, distracted by my thoughts. I
imagined myself vacuuming, unaware of a handsome stranger walking
in the door, sneaking up behind me and thrusting his hard cock into
me.
I lowered the handle and held it to my pussy, feeling the
vibrations shooting straight up my cunt, making my labia tingle,
making my cunt lubricate. I held it tighter to myself, manoeuvring
myself until my pouty labia separated around that plastic handle,
the vibrations more pronounced.
My fantasy lover faded. I didn't need him at the moment. With
my legs spread apart, I leaned against the handle. I turned around,
holding the handle behind myself, spread my legs apart while
rubbing my pussy against the vibrating handle until my labia parted
around it again, then humped.
That handle was a lot thicker than most men's cocks, even the
well-hung ones in my fantasies. Its vibrations shook me to the
bone. I was gasping and softly whimpering uncontrollably, my pussy
lubricating and heating up despite having cum twice already that
morning.
My body was bent forward and my subtle hip thrusts made the
vacuum rock back and forth, probably sucking out half of the nap of
the carpet in that one spot.
The handle turned slippery as hell and I had to hold it tight
to keep it from slipping away. My juices had coated it and I was
hunching it hard, my body rocking back and forth, pumping my
imaginary lover who was entering my pussy from behind.
It felt good! I wondered if a vibrating dildo could possibly
feel much better than that nearly twenty-year-old upright vacuum
cleaner with the wildly vibrating, slippery, curved handle.
I felt my breasts shaking as I hunched that buzzing handle,
feeling my nipples stiffen and begin tingling with the electric
charge that was coursing through my steamy cunt. My ass cheeks were
shaking and my entire crotch seemed to be vibrating with that
pussy-slickened handle.
Grasping it tightly with both hands, I began humping it hard
and fast, making myself squeal involuntarily. My cunt was literally
dripping I was so hot and wet.
My eyes were closed and my mouth open, my face scrunched up as
I strained, trying like hell to erupt in a gigantic orgasm. Then,
finally, my entire body shook as my pussy lips quaked around that
slick handle and I rained a heavy mist of cum around it.
My orgasm shook my whole body and seemed to last an eternity.
My orgasm was more intense than normal, but I was also feeling
hornier than normal. It had been nearly a month since Frank had
even laid a hand on me, and a month is a long fucking time to go
without sex-not that I went without sex, of course. Throughout my
marriage, I knew how to keep myself satisfied. I had never cheated
on Frank, in the flesh, but in my mind I cheated on the man many
times each day!
When my orgasm finally ebbed, I opened my eyes and wearily
straightened up. I stood erect, taking deep breaths, trying to
regain my composure. For nearly a full minute, I didn't
move.Finally, I turned and noticed an image outside the living room
window. I was frozen in my tracks, standing there with my face
glowing beet red, staring at a handsome young man who was staring
right back at me, one of his hands rubbing his bulging cock through
his pair of tight blue jeans.
He wore a gas company shirt, short-sleeved and white with the
name of the gas company stitched above one pocket and his name,
Ned, stitched above the other pocket. Our eyes held firmly on each
other, his face turning as red as mine. We both stood frozen,
neither of us knowing quite what to do.
He looked to be in his early twenties and had long, shaggy,
light brown hair. He was slender and kind of ruggedly handsome.
Plus, the bulge in the front of his jeans was quite impressive.
Despite having strained my body through three orgasms by noon, I
felt my pussy quivering and lathering up. After flirting with being
discovered through the undraped windows of our house for several
years, I had finally been caught. My daydream fantasies of a wild
and crazy sex life were for the first time in the open and made
real. There was a handsome young man standing right outside my
window who had witnessed my vacuum cleaner masturbation. mere was
now another person in the world who knew my secret.
I felt myself magnetically drawn to the man. We were, after
all, sharing something. Instinctively I turned to face the window
head-on. Staring at the good-looking young man, I held a breast in
each hand, deeply kneading them, perking my tingling nipples into
hard little erections.
I smiled at him, a warm and sexy smile. He seemed to
understand and unzipped his jeans, sticking the fingers of one hand
through his zipper, struggling with his white jockeys, pulling out
his gorgeous, long, thick, hard cock. He returned my smile and
wrapped his fist tightly around his swollen bone.
I watched his fist slide back and forth along the length of
his thick shaft, staring at the deep red, bulbous cockhead, his
one-eyed monster, feeling my juices churning, feeling my arousal
again return to the overwhelming, overpowering level. I was
completely controlled by my cunt and my cunt was screaming out in
desire.
I lowered my hands to my crotch, spread my legs apart, pulling
my fleshy lips wide open. I wondered if he could see inside me, see
how wet I was. His eyes were fixed on my gaping cunt, just as my
eyes were fixed on his hard cock. My mouth watered as I stared at
that lovely, swollen, bulbous, deep red cockhead.
My vacuum cleaner masturbation had obviously had a profound
effect on Ned. Very quickly that one-eyed monster spit cum toward
me. Milky white gobs of jism spurted from his cock, falling with a
lessening trajectory onto the grass in our side yard. Several
quick, hard, forceful blasts were followed by several more
less-than-powerful spurts. The last several gobs fell off the end
of his cock onto the ground before his feet.
I remained standing there holding my pussy lips open to him,
not wanting this unexpected diversion to end so quickly. Bending
over slightly, I slid a finger from each hand inside myself. My
thumbs rubbed my swollen clit.
To my delight, Ned the meter reader's cock stayed hard and his
hand renewed its tight-fisted massage, stroking himself slower now,
keeping his arousal alive, his cock staying stiff and luscious
looking.
Our eyes remained locked on the other's crotch. I madly
squished my fingers in and out of myself while he continued
stroking his cock. My hands were a frantic blur of erotic motion,
my mouth open, my face showing the extreme strain of my efforts,
reflecting the years of horniness which were now bubbling to the
surface, no longer willing to be denied. I felt like an oversexed,
overheated, insatiable slut, hell-bent on cumming for this handsome
young voyeur wanting with everything in my soul to give him a
performance which would keep him jerking off for years, picturing
my compact, softly curved body in his mind for the rest of his
life, seeing me plunging my fingers frantically in and out of my
hot and pretty pussy, bringing him to masturbatory orgasm after
masturbatory orgasm. Knowing I would be the cause of a lifetime of
spilled spunk was shooting erotic waves throughout my entire body
even more intensely than that buzzing vacuum cleaner had done.
Ned's face was as knotted in orgasmic contortions as mine was,
but we both kept our eyes wide open, fixed squarely, magnetically,
on the other's crotch. Knowing that my naked body and my vacuum
cleaner masturbation was turning the handsome young man on so much
made my cunt even hotter and juicier.
It was a rare day when I reached three orgasms. I couldn't
remember a day when I had cum four times, especially four times
before lunch! But I knew this was the day it would happen, a day
which would live in my mind for a long fucking time, a day filled
with pure, unadulterated lust, a day my secret passions were shared
with a total stranger!
I was pumping myself furiously, my fingers glistening with my
moisture, clearly showing the young man the immense depth of my
feelings, the immense depth of my long time sexual frustration.
Frantic, high-pitched squeals and whimpers of strain were
coming rapidly from the gut. The house could have exploded and I
would never have noticed. My entire being was squarely focused deep
inside my pussy and my eyes were fixed on that long, hard, thick,
gorgeous cock which the handsome young stranger was pounding with
a fury.
It seemed like we masturbated in front of each other for an
eternity. Finally, as I saw his gorgeous one-eyed monster spurt
again, my body convulsed. I jerked forward, my pussy shook hard
around my fingers, contracting spasmodically, and my fourth flow of
cum drenched my hands. I felt cum running down the insides of my
thighs and felt every once of strength which I had flow straight
out of my spasming pussy.
My eyes remained on Ned's beautiful cock, watching him milk it
of every last drop of creamy white cum, seeing a final drop
dangling from his cockhead,then falling to the ground.
Ned returned his cock to his pants and zipped up. He smiled
broadly and mouthed the words, "Thank you." Then he bowed deeply,
turned and walked out of the side yard, headed to the neighbour's
house to read their meter.
I took half a dozen steps backwards and collapsed on the
couch, panting and taking long, deep breaths, feeling thoroughly
drained, smiling widely, purring like a contented pussy. Within
minutes, I had fallen into a deep sleep.
I had barely had time to pull on some clothes and finish the
vacuuming before Frank got home. I warmed up the leftovers from the
night before in the microwave.
After dinner, I cleaned the kitchen while Frank sat in front
of the boob tube, watching some dumb sitcom on the network station.
I shook my head in disbelief, wondering if there was any hope
for this marriage. I was wearing a denim miniskirt and had
neglected to pull on any panties. My pussy smelled like sex, and
unless Frank had a cold, which he didn't, there was no way he could
not have picked up at least a few whiffs of sex. My tee-shirt was
clearly displaying my braless breasts, my taut nipples protruding
very noticeably.
When I had finished cleaning the kitchen, I joined Frank in
the living room, sitting in a rocker just a few steps from the
window which had been my screen of flagrant exhibitionism that very
afternoon. I glanced out the window, wondering if the cum Ned had
dropped onto the ground would make the grass grow any greener where
it had fallen.
I wanted to give Frank every opportunity I possibly could, so
I draped one leg over one arm of the rocker, clearly flashing him
my wide-open, bare beaver. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.
Neither did his cock bulge in his pants.
I talked to Frank, still flashing him my bare pussy, my
fingers running around my tightly knotted nipples through my
tee-shirt. His eyes remained fixed on the television screen as he
responded to my conversation with distracted grunts or monosyllabic
words.
I shook my head, thinking I could perform a horny strip right
next to him and he wouldn't even notice. I wondered if I could have
a man squatting between my legs, devouring my pussy as I sat
spread-eagled in that rocker, if Frank would noticed...or mind. I
wondered if he'd even be remotely interested.
I gave up and went to bed early. I crawled under the sheets
completely naked, wondering if Frank would realize I'd done so. He
watched the late news, then turned out the lights and locked the
doors, dependable as clockwork.
He yawned deeply and pulled off his clothes, climbing silently
into bed next to me in his white jockey shorts, the elastic band in
front and on the sides flopping over from his protruding belly.
He lay facing away from me, yawned again as he pulled the
covers up to his shoulders, then reached out and flipped off the
lamp on his bedside table. "Night hon'," he automatically mumbled
as he yawned again and fell into a sleep.
I lay awake, reading a trashy novel about love. The heroine
saw herself as some kind of martyr, trapped in a marriage because
her husband was magnificently wealthy. She knew all about her
husband's mistresses and was currently in the process of finding
herself a lover.
I wondered if Frank had a mistress. I looked over at his
balding head and saw the lump under the covers of his protruding
belly, hearing his nasal wheezing and shook my head. No way that
man had a mistress.
Somehow, Frank had transcended into a nonsexual being. When we
had sex, it was more out of a marital obligation that anything.
There was certainly no lust left in our marriage. We were merely
two people co-habitating.
I wanted more, damn it! But could I make it in the world
alone, without Frank's paycheck to support me? I had only a high
school education and my only real experience was in running
marathons. I didn't figure there were many listings in the
classified for marathon runners.
Hell, I couldn't even type. Answering the telephone on one of
those brightly flashing computerized phone systems nearly all
offices used scared the hell out of me. I didn't know anything
about computers.
I didn't know how to do much. Well, actually, there was one
thing I could do. I could masturbate and fantasize like crazy!
CHAPTER TWO
The monthly church potluck has never been my idea of a wild
and crazy time. In fact, I had never really looked forward to it as
a social event until this month. That gorgeous hunk David had
joined our church.
I normally didn't wear my denim miniskirt to church social
functions either. A lot of the women did wear such garments, but I
had always figured it to be inappropriate. However, with my pussy
juices churning at the homy thoughts of David in my head, I pulled
on that denim miniskirt over a pair of bikini panties, without
hose. My legs are nice, and I think a woman's legs look better bare
under a denim mini anyway.
I also put on a push-up bra, strapless, and my low-cut top
with the straps which incessantly fall down my arms, exposing more
breast than I would normally consider proper for a church function.
Then I stepped into a flashy pair of red high heels and examined
myself in the mirror. I looked hot!
Frank didn't seem to notice.
David's adorably cute wife, Annie, was already in the small
kitchen at the church, shuffling casseroles from oven to hot plates
to the serving table. She looked like every man's dream, about five
feet tall, frosted light brown hair curled under at the shoulders,
proud and rounded breasts, rather large for her diminutive stature,
tiny waist and soft and rounded hips. She looked so adorable, the
first instinct was to hug her. She had one of those effervescent
smiles and twinkling green eyes. In her culottes, with a green
ribbon in her hair, she looked like the epitome of cuteness.
As people lined up to go through the serving line, I caught my
first glimpse of David. He was wearing short blue gym shorts and a
navy blue tee-shirt with a fraternity crest printed on the front
and "Boomer" printed on the back. He wore tennis shoes and white
socks, dressed for action in the monthly softball game.
I studied his hips in those shorts. He had a nice ass, rounded
and firm looking, and he had a great looking bulge in front. Just
looking at him made my cunt quiver and lubricate.
Annie and I had been talking, getting to know one another, as
we scurried about the kitchen. Despite my natural inclination to
hate the woman because I was in serious lust with her husband, I
found myself enjoying her company. She seemed very sweet, nice and
genuine.
And, I was no longer far and away the best women's softball
player in the church. Annie had a natural athleticism which matched
mine. I learned she and David jogged twice a day and she invited me
to join them, telling me they only lived a couple of blocks away
from us. She asked if Frank would care to join us, too, and I had
the best laugh I'd had in a long time.
During the game, whenever I caught David's eyes on me, I did
my best to casually bend over to retrieve something, flashing him
some tit and thigh, noticing a subtle expansion in his crotch,
feeling my juices churn as a result of his reaction.
I had slipped into my shortest, tightest jogging shorts, pure
silk, no panties. My nipples protruded quite noticeably through my
athletic bra and my tee-shirt. It didn't take much massaging at all
to stiffen them up. Just thinking about jogging with David
stiffened them up pretty well, even if Annie would be with us.
Frank had already nodded off in front of the television. The
schmuck didn't even have the slightest idea what was going on
inside of me.
David and Annie were waiting for me and the three of us jogged
off at a nice clip. As we ran, they both asked me all about my
marathon days, which races I had run, my times, where I placed, and
seemed genuinely impressed.
They told me about themselves. They had been college lovers,
pinned during their sophomore year, engaged during their junior
year, married during their senior year. He had been president of
Sigma Chi and Annie had been Sweetheart of Sigma Chi two years in
a row.
I liked the way the muscles rippled in David's legs as he took
long, effortless strides. I also liked the way Annie's breasts
swayed as she jogged, and also the way her pert little ass and trim
thighs shook. I studied them both as we ran. They looked storybook
perfect together, all-American sweethearts.
We ran for about an hour, winding up at their house. They
asked me inside and then Annie suggested we get into their hot tub
on the back deck to let the jets and bubbling hot water massage our
muscles.
I told them that would be nice, but I didn't have my swimming
suit with me. Annie giggled and pulled off her tee-shirt, saying,
"You don't need to wear a swimming suit. We never do. You wouldn't
believe what those jets can do to your pussy!"
My eyes must have opened as wide as saucers and my jaw must
have dropped to my tits! As Annie unhooked her athletic bra pulling
it off and exposing her luscious, firm, proud breasts and David
pulled off his tee-shirt to reveal a massive, hairy chest, I felt
my cunt turning extremely hot and creamy.
I watched them both kick off their shoes and pull off their
socks. "Joining us?" David asked. I nodded and pulled my own
tee-shirt off, unhooking my athletic bra and baring my breasts to
them both.
I nearly came when David and Annie both pulled their shorts
down from their hips. Annie had a tightly shaved thatch of light
brown cunt hair and slightly pouty pussy lips with a gorgeous
little gap between her upper thighs. David's cock slowly swelled as
he looked me over. It was long and thick and the mere sight of it
sent some of my juices oozing from my overheating cunt.
I pulled my shorts off my hips and they both stared and
smiled. Each of them grabbed one of my arms and they led me out of
the sliding glass door onto the deck, the yard hidden behind an
eight-foot fence.
David's cock was standing straight out in front of him, hard
as a rock. He pulled the cover off the hot tub and Annie and I
climbed the two steps up to it and stepped in.
"One-o-four," Annie said without looking at the floating
thermometer. David picked it up and studied it, nodding. Annie said
to me, "There's a noticeable difference between one-o-three and
one-o-four. At one-o-four, you simply melt".
I leaned back in the hot tub as David crawled in and turned on
the jets and bubbles. My body relaxed and I giggled at the way my
breasts bobbed to the surface, seeing Annie's doing the same. The
swirling hot water instantly relaxed me.
After a few silent moments, Annie scooted over next to me,
smiling broadly. "Want to feel something great?" she asked. I
nodded.
"Scoot around so you're facing the jet behind you," she
instructed. I stood in the hot tub, the water covering my hips, the
cool night air making steam rise from my body. David's and Annie's
arms cradled me and my feet rose from the bottom. They supported me
and moved my crotch toward the jet in the side of the hot tub.
I raised my legs up and draped them over the edge, David and
Annie supporting my back in their arms, holding me so my breasts
were bobbing on top of the steaming cauldron of bubbling water and
my cunt was pressed against the jet.
It felt absolutely glorious! It was even better than holding
my hand-held shower massager against my cunt and turning the water
on full blast. It was turning my horny cunt into a quivering
inferno!
My arousal sky-rocketed as David leaned his handsome face over
my breasts and started sucking them, making my stiff, tingling
nipples stiffen even more and grow even longer.
That glorious jet pumping my pussy and that handsome man
sucking my tits was sending me hurtling rapidly toward full-tilt
sexual overload. Every inch of my body was on fire, every nerve
ending tingling, my cunt quivering. And then the Sweetheart of
Sigma Chi pressed her lips to mine. I was totally overcome by my
passion. Our mouths opened and our heads twisted and turned, our
tongues dancing a horny dance in, out and all around each other's
mouths. We both moaned in arousal and our passionate kiss
intensified.
It was my first female kiss. I had never before in my life
even considered female love. And it wasn't Annie who had attracted
me; it was her incredibly handsome husband! But there was no
resistance to this kiss on my part. In fact, I enjoyed it.
I found myself moaning in rising passion, feeling the warm jet
of surging water drenching my pussy, feeling Annie's warm lips
pressed to mine, her tongue wrestling frantically with mine,
feeling David's one hand begin massaging my thighs.
There was something magically overpowering about being
overwhelmed by arousal by the man of my recent wet dreams and his
cute wife in a steaming, bubbling, churning hot tub. The heat of
the water and the swirling whirlpool effect of the jets was making
my body absolutely melt, just as Annie had said it would. Even
though it was relaxing me, putting me into a sort of half-hypnotic,
dreamy state of extreme relaxation, it wasn't relaxing my sexual
urges. In fact, the one hundred and four-degree hem of the water
was seeming to make my fire of passion burn even hotter. The
combination of body relaxation and burning internal fires was
creating a totally overwhelming sexual feeling which I had never
before experienced, a feeling I was dearly loving.
One of Annie's arms moved away from my back and I instantly
felt small, slender fingers, noticeably smaller and slenderer than
the fingers deeply kneading my ass cheeks, spreading my tingling
labia apart, opening me up for the full surge of that strategically
placed jet.
My clit had swollen and was being whipped around by the force
of the jet. That was shooting intense waves of arousal throughout
my body, putting every nerve ending on full-tilt alert,
broadcasting a signal of impending climax into every part of my
body.
Annie's face was still pressed to mine and our heads were
still twisting and turning, our open mouths alternately sucking
each other's tongue.
I struggled to move my arms, finding David's hard cock with my
left hand, finding Annie's cute, trim, soft ass with my right hand.
Both hands squeezed and their moans filled my ears with the sounds
of an erotic symphony playing in two-part harmony.
Annie's fingers slowly and playfully slithered inside me. The
surging water was washing my lubrication right out of me, but my
arousal was as torrid as ever. Three of her slender fingers began
stroking my hot cunt, slowly and tenderly taking me to new heights
of- sexuality, the first female fingers to ever enter my pussy
besides my own.
It surprised me how much I was enjoying Annie's passionate
kiss and her tender fingering of my overheated cunt. David's big
hand was still deeply kneading my ass, his index finger
continually, but subtly, moving closer and closer to my asshole.
As the intensity of Annie's frantic fingering increased,
David's index finger pushed on my tightly puckered hole. I began
gasping, now entirely overcome by arousal, oblivious to anything in
the world but my hot and tingling pussy.
Effortlessly, David's one finger penetrated my ass, sinking in
to the first knuckle, twisting playfully around, sending new waves
of passionate desire surging throughout my body. And with the force
of that powerfully surging jet, Annie's fingers pushed deeper and
harder into me.
I heard myself gasping and squealing, then felt David's mouth
close over one breast, his tongue running tight circles around my
stiff and tingling nipple. He sucked my tit with the power of my
vacuum cleaner, shooting passion straight through that direct
pipeline from my nipple to my cunt.
Within seconds, my body lurched in the water and my pussy
spasmed wildly around Annie's fingers, the forceful jet of water
washing my cum away as quickly as I produced it, mixing my hot
juices with the crystal clear, chlorinated water churning and
agitating in the hot tub of passion. I softly whimpered with the
intensity of my bodily reaction to my all-consuming passion. My
body twitched and shook as I came.
Annie smiled maniacally, softly asking, "Wasn't that nice?"
I nodded dreamily, my lips stretched into a huge grin, my face
beaming radiantly with the telltale afterglow of a woman who has
just cum.
Annie softly giggled and said, "David's been in here long
enough that he's good and relaxed now. Would you like to give him
head? After getting all relaxed in this hot water, it takes him
forever to cum. Gives us a chance to really give him some fervent
head for a long time."
Again I nodded, not totally believing my ears. The most
innocent-looking woman in the world was actually offering to share
her husband with me? To let me suck him off right in front of her?
If this was a wet dream, I dearly hoped I wouldn't wake up anytime
soon!
David had relinquished his hold on my ass, pulling his finger
out of me, and had scooted around to the inside steps of the hot
tub. He was seated on the next-to-top step, leaning back, his long,
thick, hard cock standing straight up out of the water, the surface
of the bubbling, churning water splashing against his hairy balls
which bobbed about.
His wife told me, "Go ahead, he's all yours."
Feeling like I had entered a fantasy world of eroticism, I
crouched between David's legs, my knees on the underwater bench
seat along the side, my body leaning into him, braced by my arms
resting on his parted thighs.
My hungry lips wrapped around his swollen cock, tasting the
chlorination of the water on his cock. My tongue ran little circles
around his swollen, bulbous cockhead, bringing deep moans of
pleasure from the cunt-quiveringly handsome man.
My head twisted and turned from side to side, his cock
protruding from one cheek, then the other, as I licked the length
of his shaft, wanting to taste every inch of that gorgeous cock.
David's hands rested on my head, holding me to his cock, as if
he needed to. I devoured that hard bone ravenously, like a woman
who hadn't tasted cock for months, which, in fact, I hadn't.
My cheeks billowed as I blew him as hard as I could with as
much energy as my incredibly relaxed body could muster. Then my
cheeks caved in as I sucked him with equal intensity.
I heard Annie's soft moans of arousal and heard the sound of
skin slapping skin. I diverted my eyes to the left, toward the
sound, and saw Annie's gorgeous body seated on the side of the hot
tub, beads of moisture glistening on her lovely skin, a thin fog of
steam emanating from her into the cool night air. Her legs were
spread widely apart and both hands were pounding her pretty pussy,
two fingers from each hand jamming hard and fast in and out of her.
And my own lust increased, seeing how turned on she was
watching me suck her husband's cock! She was so turned on that she
was masturbating as she watched!
My cock appetite grew even more ravenous and I devoured
David's cock, the intensity of my sucking and blowing and licking
increasing ten-fold.
David's moans and groans became louder and more intense.
Hearing the vocal evidence of his rising passion, my own sucking
grew even wilder. I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed,
then stroked him, my lips wrapped tightly around his cock.
For a seeming eternity, I jerked him off, still blowing and
sucking him, and, finally, his hips raised off the step, his cock
brushing against the back of my throat, and he grunted deeply.
Several quick, intense blasts of his hot and heavy cum shot
straight down my throat. My vacuum-like suction and my tight,
pounding fist kept him cumming. I tasted his salty spunk and
swallowed every drop I could milk from his spurting bone, sucking
and milking him dry.
Then I pushed away from him and floated lazily back against
the far wall of the hot tub, my bare ass landing on the bench seat,
that hot jet which had pounded my pussy giving my back a deep
massaging. I could still taste David's cum and I was wearing a
huge, happy grin.
David's still-rigid dick submerged below water level and he
moved slowly through the agitated water toward me. His hands
reached me first, fingers digging into my soft thighs, parting
them. I scooted my hips out to the very edge of the underwater
bench seat. Waves of electrically charged jolts of passion coursed
through my body. If the hot and churning water was not washing my
lubrication away, I'd have been dripping wet.
His hands moved to my pussy and his fingers separated my
fleshy cunt lips. His body glided through the water and his long,
thick, stiff cock penetrated me. I nearly came right then.
David's cock stretched me wide and filled me up. His hands dug
deeply into the soft cheeks of my ass and that index finger again
found my tight, hot asshole. His finger penetrated me and reamed me
thoroughly. My weight was on my feet and on my neck as my body rose
from the bench seat, writhing against David, feeling the intensity
of my passion soar as his hips jammed back and forth and he
pistoned his cock in and out of me.
Annie silently crept over to us and before I realized she was
even there,.she was straddling me from behind, seated on the edge
of the tub behind me, slowly scooting her luscious body forward. I
looked straight up at her pretty pussy as it descended onto my
face.
My tongue reached for her fleshy twat lips, penetrated her,
savouring the heady mixture of my first taste of pussy and the
heavy chlorinated taste of the water. I liked the taste and
wondered if my own pussy tasted and smelled as good as Annie's.
I love getting my clit sucked and I figured Annie might, too.
Her clit was swollen and I trapped it between my lips, pursing my
lips tightly around it, rolling it over and over with a back and
forth motion of my lower jaw, my tongue flicking its tip. I felt it
growing between my lips and sucked it into my mouth, stretching it,
holding it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue while
sucking hard on it and hearing Annie's impassioned moans.
My cunt was on fire! David's cock relentlessly plowed me, the
hot water obviously relaxing him to the point to where it was going
to take an eternity for him to cum, and that thrilled me. That
exquisite man could fuck me all night long! I hoped he never came,
just kept pumping my pussy with that hard cock, taking my arousal
higher and higher toward uncharted heights.
Annie was intensely grinding her pussy against my mouth, her
fervent moans turning into involuntary gasps and uncontrollable
squeals. Her pussy was out of the water and was dripping wet with
her lubrication. Her juices were smeared all over my face and her
musky scent had filled my head.
I reached my hands up and squeezed them between my nose and
her pussy. While I sucked her clit, I slipped two fingers from each
hand inside her, stroking her fiery, wet cunt, making her gasps
come more frequently and turning her squeals into unbridled
shrieks.
I pumped my fingers hard and fast in and out of her, hearing
that luscious, homy squishing sound of flesh probing through
intense female wetness. The sound thrilled me and the juices oozing
from her soggy cunt onto my hands was thrilling me, too.
Within a minute, Annie's body jerked forward and her shriek
was shrill and loud. Her pussy walls spasmed wildly around my
intruding fingers and her fine mist of cum rained all over my face.
I let go of her clit and opened my mouth wide, catching her spewing
cum, tasting it and purring softly. Hers was a long orgasm and a
very wet one. My face was drenched in a mixture of sweat from the
heat of the water, my own exertion and Annie's musky cum.
As Annie raised her hips off my face and scooted back onto the
edge of the hot tub, sitting back and watching her husband fuck me,
David shifted his hips into overdrive. Every inch of his gorgeous
body tensed and his handsome face knotted in sexual exertion,
reflecting the intensity of his powerful hip thrusts. Water
splashed all over my face and hair as his body pounded into mine.
Waves created by his thrashing crashed over the edge of the hot
tub, smacking loudly onto the deck.
David grunted and I felt a weak blast of cum spurt inside me.
His entire body was shaking with his extreme exertion. His cock
seemed to tremble inside me as he strained to get out every last
drop. My pussy muscles were milking his cock and then they trembled
and quaked and my heavy flow of cum was instantly washed away into
the swirling, bubbling cauldron of water.
The three of us lay back in the steaming hot tub, none of us
saying a thing for several long minutes, each of us smiling,
letting the swirling water massage us into a near-sleep state.
I studied Annie's cute face, seeing that unmistakable glow,
that beaming radiance, that look of utter contentment, of
satisfaction.
David's handsome face bore the same signs. His eyes were
closed, though, where Annie's were wide open, staring off into
space. I wondered what play was being acted out behind David's
closed lids, wondering if he was savouring me, reliving our
incredibly hot encounter.
Finally Annie spoke. She smiled warmly and genuinely, looking
me squarely in the eyes, and said above the whir of the hot tub's
motor, "That was really nice. You know, as much as you enjoy
running, we could get together every evening and do this."
David's eyes jolted open and a huge smile covered his face. He
nodded and said, "That would be great!"
The smile on my face must have stretched from ear to ear. "I'd
like that very much," I replied.
David reached over and shut off the blowers. He wearily
crawled out of the hot tub and said he'd bring us towels.
I floated lazily in the still water, watching his big, trim,
luscious, naked body retreating into the house, seeing his long,
limp cock and low-hanging balls swaying between his legs, seeing
the steam rising from his body.
He reappeared momentarily and held a towel out for Annie. She
wearily stepped out of the hot tub and her husband lovingly wrapped
the towel around her. Then he did the same for me, giving me a
tight hug and a kiss on the forehead.
I used Annie's hair dryer, then got dressed in my still sweaty
jogging outfit and kissed them both goodnight, walking blissfully
toward home.
It had been a magical evening. I had never felt so warm, so
sexy, so hot in all my life. I also felt extremely serene. Annie
had been my first female lover, and I liked the experience a great
deal. David had been everything I had fantasized him to be. I
wondered if the huge, silly grin on my face would ever go away.
I felt like I should feel guilty. I had, after all, cheated on
my husband. Just thinking about the intense sex in the hot tub,
though, was rekindling a spark inside my cunt. There was no
swirling water to wash away my juices now, and I was slowly turning
rather hot and creamy.
I thought if Frank was still awake, I'd try seducing him. That
seemed like the least I could do for the man. Frank may be an
insensitive, boring, inattentive man, old before his time, but he
was still my husband.
The walk home was far too short. I considered walking around
the block to prolong the warm afterglow, but instead walked into
the house. Frank was snoring on the couch, the television still on.
It was only nine o'clock, but lately even nine o'clock seemed to be
too late for Frank.
I shut off the television and walked into the bathroom,
pulling off my sweaty jogging clothes. Stark naked, I walked into
the living room, shutting off the lights, closing the curtains,
locking the doors and shaking my husband awake.
Groggily, he rose and turned away from me, nearly sleepwalking
into the bedroom. He pulled off his clothes and climbed robotically
into bed, shutting off the lamp on his bedside table, leaving me
alone, naked and feeling horny.
What the hell, I lay back and began rubbing myself, thinking
back to David and Annie, reliving the entire evening from jogging
to our bare-assed romp into the hot tub, through the intense
fucking, my first lesbian experience and their invitation to make
it a frequent thing.
That huge smile returned to my lips and I rubbed myself
harder, moaning and whimpering loudly enough to wake Frank, but he
snored right through it. And I came.
I fell into a deep sleep in which I was with Annie and made
mad, passionate love to her.
CHAPTER THREE
As soon as Frank was out the door, I was up and showering,
still smiling, feeling vibrant and alive for the first time in a
long time. I hadn't realized how deep my depression had been. My
normal routine was to sleep away half the morning, grumpily
crawling out of bed and going about my household chores, frigging
my brains out at least once.
But this morning I felt terrific. Not even a disastrous leak
in the hose of my hand-held shower massager could dampen my
spirits. I merely tossed it aside and turned on the tap, checking
it for the proper temperature, then laid down in the tub on my
back, propping my feet on the edge of the tub on either side of the
tap. I raised my hips up, my weight braced on my shoulder, opening
my pussy lips to the warm and forceful flow from the faucet. It
felt just like that horny jet in David's and Annie's hot tub.
I closed my eyes and let my mind take me back to the previous
night, my pussy gaping wide open, hot and quivering, the intense
blast of the jet pummelling my pussy. I could feel David's mouth on
my breasts and his finger up my ass. I could feel Annie's
passionate kiss. And despite an overload of orgasms over the past
few days, I came. The surging water from the faucet washing my cum
down the drain pelted my clit and kept my arousal alive. Such a
waste for my cum to be washed down the drain, I thought. David or
Annie would love to be tasting it, even if my husband couldn't care
less.
It felt good to have two lovers. I realized I could never
claim ownership of either, but it felt a hell of a lot better than
the frustration I had endured through a sexless marriage with Frank
over recent years. I had always had possessive tendencies, but the
sheer enjoyment of uninhibited sex was easily overriding them.
I nearly danced through my housework, doing it in the nude
again with all the curtain open, even the ones facing the street.
No more shame or embarrassment. I felt hot and sexy and I was ready
to take on whatever happened to me.
I watched two men who appeared to be in their mid-twenties
playing tennis on the courts across the street. Peering out of the
breakfast nook window, I studied how their ripe asses filled out
their tennis shorts. I studied the subtle muscles rippling in their
legs and arms. I studied the subtle bulges in their crotches,
feeling my pussy starting to quiver and lubricate.
I grasped a long, extremely thick cucumber, rolling it over
and over between my hands to warm it up. I gave it head, my eyes
stiff fixed on the tennis players, imagining I was giving one of
them a blow-job. I was really getting into it, my jaw opened so
wide to accommodate that enormous phallic symbol that it actually
ached.
I had left a coating of saliva on the end of that green fruit.
With my eyes still magnetically fixed on the two young hunk tennis
players, I slowly dropped to my knees, my hands holding the
cucumber straight up, pressing it against me, rubbing it along the
length of my juicy slit. My legs parted wider, making my labia gape
open, and I rubbed the cucumber against myself until it penetrated
my slit.
I held it still, positioned against my juicy opening, slowly
lowering myself onto it, feeling it filling me up, feeling it
entering me. The cucumber became the incredible dick of the
blond-haired young stud tennis player. My mind tore away his
clothes and I could feel him laying beneath me. It was his cock I
was throwing myself upon. And ever so slowly, I took him inside me.
I was nearly doing the splits on the breakfast nook floor. My
cunt lowered onto that horny fruit until I was pressed against my
own hands, which were securely grasping the end of the cucumber. I
was completely prone upon that fake cock, my cunt stretched wider
than it had ever been stretched, more filled up than I had ever
been. And the feeling bathed my entire body in a warm, horny
sensation.
Watching my imaginary lover glide effortlessly across the
tennis court, adeptly slamming forehands and backhands across the
net, I began bobbing up and down on his enormous cock, soft
whimpers coming from my mouth, echoing the exertion of my
increasingly fervent voyage toward bliss. I was leaving a thin,
sparkling coming of my juices along the length of that long, thick
dick.
I began hunching that sexy fruit so intensely that my breasts
were shaking and slapping into one another. My impassioned moaning
was punctuated with involuntary gasps as the fever in my pussy
escalated rapidly.
Within seconds, my body was thrashing wildly, whipping back
and forth like wheat being blown by a hard wind. My focus blurred,
but my eyes still stared at that luscious man on the tennis court
across the street. The pre-orgasmic tension of my body was peaking
and within seconds, my whiplashing jolted me to the bone. My entire
body was tensed and every ounce of energy I had was centred in my
cunt.
I leaked a musky dew over the cucumber, my pussy walls
contracting around it, squeezing it, stroking it. It got quite
slippery, coated in my cum. And when I rose off of it, I fell
forward onto the floor, collapsing in a panting heap of sexual
exhaustion, my cunt and nipples tingling. And I fell into a
semi-conscious, dreamy state, once again imagining cute Annie tied
playfully to a bed, her beautiful, naked body writhing and
squirming as David and I took advantage of her vulnerability and
sucked and fucked every conceivable orifice, deflowering the
innocent Sweetheart of Sigma Chi.
And while that adorably cute woman was tied up, her handsome
husband fucked me crazy. He fucked my cunt until I bathed his
crotch in my cum. Then I licked his bone dry, swallowing his
spurting cum. And next, while his wife watched, he reamed my ass
with a stiff finger, greased up his cock and gave me my first ass
fuck.
I came again. When I stirred back to life at about one
o'clock, there was cum all over the insides of my thighs.
I was feeling more adventurous than I had ever felt. I felt
beautiful and sexy and confident as hell! And to celebrate the
reawakening of my sex life, I drove into town and went to a topless
bar.
It was the first time I had ever been inside a place like
that, but I had several reasons for going. Going alone, I wanted to
see if any of the horny guys in the club would make a pass at me.
I also wanted to see if my bisexual instincts were merely for
Annie, or for other beautiful women as well. I also wanted to see
what one of those places was like.
It was mid-afternoon and the patrons looked like businessmen
who had slipped out of their offices for a couple of hours to
escape into hardcore fantasy. Three young, very pretty, very
well-built women were dancing erotically on a long runway
surrounded by ringside chair. Small tables were spread throughout
the dimly lit club, most of them unoccupied. There may have been
twenty men in the place, no more. Three topless waitresses hustled
drinks from the bar to the tables and ringside chairs. They wore
only G-strings and high heels, the same as the dancers. In fact,
they were Probably dancers, as well. Maybe they worked in shifts.
A strikingly beautiful blonde with large, rounded breasts
jutting straight out in front of her, not sagging even a fraction
of an inch, walked up to me with a look of concern on her pretty
face. She was about 5'6" and had a body and good looks which would
make any man cream in his jeans. I felt a quivering in my cunt and
smiled warmly with the sensation.
I asked her if I could sit anywhere and she returned my smile
and nodded. I walked over to a table, set apart from the all-male
crowd so I could observe things. The beautiful blonde followed me
and took my order for a glass of red wine.
I watched her walk away, her luscious, ripe ass bare except
for the string running up her crack. Her firm cheeks shook subtly
as she walked, making my cunt lubricate. I started to feel more
like a sexy woman than a frustrated housewife.
I turned my attention to the three young women dancing on the
long, wooden, elevated runway. One was a brunette, one was
beautiful blonde, the other a petite redhead. All three shook their
breasts a lot while they danced. Every male eye in the place was
glued to their delectable bodies.
I felt waves of passion sweep over my body as I watched the
redhead squat in front of some guy's face. She spread her thighs
apart and pulled her tiny G-string out away from her. The guy
leaned forward, a rolled bill between his lips. From my vantage
point I could see the dancer's thick red pubic hair. I could also
see the rolled up bill penetrating her, sliding slightly inside her
pretty pussy. I saw the guy's tongue lick her pussy, a portion of
his tongue disappearing inside her, and after giving the guy a
brief taste, the redhead backed away from him, covered herself with
her tiny loin patch and rose back to her feet, dancing and swaying
her body toward another guy.
My nipples had stiffened considerably and were tingling and
poking through my blouse, I had never seen such a public display of
sexuality before! It was amazing to me that a guy could go into a
topless bar and actually poke his tongue up a dancer's pussy! And
I found myself wondering if the dancers would be as obliging if a
woman was holding a rolled bill between her lips.
The beautiful, busty blonde returned with my glass of wine.
She set it down before me, then pulled a chair out and sat her
naked ass down. She smiled warmly and asked me what I was doing
there, not in an intimidating way, but more out of curiosity.
I took a sip of wine, looking over her breasts and feeling my
own nipples tingling. I don't know what it was about her, maybe her
nudity, maybe her beauty, maybe her seemingly genuine warmth, but
I felt like I could confide in her. So I did. I gave her my reasons
for being there and she nodded, seeming to understand.
Her name was Mary and she was 20 years old. She was a lesbian,
and she said four of the six women working that afternoon were
lesbians. The only two who weren't were the sexy redhead and a
sultry, long and lean beauty who was currently draped over some
rich-looking guy on the other side of the runway.
I asked her why a lesbian would dance naked in front of a
bunch of horny guys and she laughed softly, her eyes twinkling
mischievously. I liked her soft laugh. It sounded sweet and
genuine.
"We get paid for showing our pussies to guys, not for loving
them," she explained. "Actually," she said thoughtfully, "it gives
me a kind of charge to have these guys drooling for something they
can't have. You learn really quick in this business that guys'll do
anything to get a taste of pussy. It gives me a real sense of
power. I can taunt them and tease them and drive them out of their
fucking minds, and then watch them when they cum, putting a big wet
stain on the front of their suit pants. They're going to have to go
home and explain to their wives how a cum stain got on the front of
their pants." She laughed, and I did too.
She reached under the table and gave my thigh a tight squeeze,
winking and saying, "Stick around a while. I'm supposed to go on in
about fifteen minutes. If you'd like to move up next to the runway,
I'll let you lick my pussy."
I nodded.
I watched her walk away from the table, seeing her shake her
ass a little more pronounced this time, knowing she was doing it
for me. I stuffed a hand between my legs, pressing my pussy through
my thin cotton pants, feeling moist heat radiating from inside me.
Half a dozen guys seated along the runway were leaning
forward, reaching for the three dancers. A big, burly bouncer stood
to the side, watching with his powerful arms folded across his
massive chest, not missing a thing, eyes constantly scanning. I
imagined if any of the guys got out of hand with the dancers, the
bouncer would be on them in a flash, kicking their asses into the
street.
Mary served a drink to one of them. His hand held tightly
against her gorgeous ass, giving it a squeeze. She laughed
good-naturedly and spun away from his grasp. The bouncer seemed
ready to strike, but then relaxed when he saw Mary handle herself.
Mary leaned forward to get another guy's drink order. Her
beautiful breasts dangled straight down, one of them brushing the
guy's face. He made no move toward her, though.
As the hard-driving rock music faded out, the three dancers
straggled unceremoniously off the runway, the brunette and the
beautiful blonde walking side-by-side, each with a hand on the
other's ripe, bare ass.
The three topless waitresses then climbed onto the runway. A
smoky blue spotlight shined on their gorgeous bodies and the music
began to crescendo through the speakers.
I rose from my table and walked right up to the runway,
sitting not two feet away from Mary, looking up her shapely legs to
her sequined G-string, the sequins bouncing glitters of light in
various directions and making her crotch look very attractive.
My eyes climbed her flat tummy and stared intently at her
jiggling, shaking breasts, looking so full and ripe like melons.
There were no stretch marks or blotches, just soft, creamy flesh
stretched tightly, capped by beet-red nipples jutting perhaps a
quarter-inch erect from her pale pink areolae. men I looked up at
her pretty face and our eyes made contact. She had sparking blue
eyes and they were locked on mine. Subtle moisture glistened on her
red lips under the smoky, blue spotlight, and a soft blue hue
bathed her mouth-watering body to give her a dreamy appearance.
Her body moved gracefully to the music's hard driving beat.
Her eyes held on mine, seeming to draw me into her soul. I could
feel the music inside me and could nearly feel her warm, delectable
body moving against me. One of my hands grasped the wine glass, the
other was balled up between my thighs, rubbing myself through my
pants, pushing my arousal to the limits.
It never occurred to me that anybody would be watching me but
Mary. In fact, I had almost forgotten that I was in a public place.
I had been drawn into Mary's act and she was my entire world at
that particular moment.
My tongue rimmed my lips, as hers did. My nipples stiffened
even more under my blouse and the fabric of the blouse rubbing
across them made them tingle erotically. I was thankful I had
decided to not wear a bra. My thighs flexed around my fist and I
rubbed it harder against my creamy cunt. My eyes never left Mary
for even a second.
She moved right to the edge of the runway, squatting down in
front of me, her ass resting on her heels, her knees on either side
of my shoulders as I leaned out of my chair. My head was at crotch
level and Mary pulled her sequined loin cloth out in front of her,
showing me her pretty pussy. Her wispy blonde pubes were shaved
into a tight V above her slightly pouting lips. Her clit was
swollen and sticking out between those soft folds of flesh. I
breathed deeply, getting a large whiff of her hot, musky scent.
Mary put her hand on my head and pulled me right into her. My
tongue extended and licked her pussy, penetrating her and getting
a taste of her juice. I moaned involuntarily. She tasted and
smelled every bit as good as Annie did. I loved her tangy flavour
and her hot scent of arousal.It made my pussy quake and turn hot
and creamy.
Mary's head lowered to mine and she whispered, "I'm really
hot, and it's all because of you.
I shook from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I
jerked and twitched in orgasmic convulsions, my cunt spasming, my
juices soaking the crotch of my panties.
Mary then rose and I collapsed back into my chair. I sat down
on someone's hand and jerked my head instinctively to the right,
seeing a man grinning. I reached down and grabbed his wrist and
pushed it away. This was between Mary and me, I didn't want anyone
else honing in on our sex. I looked back to the runway and saw Mary
smiling warmly and melted back into my chair, holding the glass of
wine to my lips and running my tongue around the perimeter of the
glass's lip, still maintaining eye contact with beautiful Mary. She
looked absolutely majestic on that runway, unashamedly naked. I
couldn't take my eyes off of her. I was visually devouring that
ripe, succulent body, feeling her doing the same to me.
I sat there watching Mary dance, squat, hunch and shake until
the music finally faded and she walked wearily off the runway. She
walked straight over to me and motioned for me to follow her. We
walked through a curtain near the head of the stage and into a
small room with clothes strewn about, covering a couple of
armchairs and a couch.
Mary flopped onto the couch, laying back. I sat on the edge of
the couch, my hips next to hers. She smiled warmly and asked,
"Well, did you discover anything? Was it just that one woman who
turned you on, or are you turned on by other women, too?"
I put my hand on her right breast, rubbing it softly, tenderly
kneading it, saying in soft and breathy tones, "I'm not sure about
other women, but I know you turn me on."
Mary reached up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders,
pulling me to her. I swivelled my hips around and lay next to her,
keeping my left hand on her right breast, rubbing and kneading her
harder now, my right arm sliding underneath her to return her
passionate hug.
Our lips met and opened. Our tongues penetrated into each
other's mouth. Our bodies pressed tightly together and our heads
began twisting and turning. Our soft moans of arousal filled each
other's mouth as we kissed every bit as passionately, perhaps even
more so, as Annie and I had kissed the previous night.
Mary's hands began unbuttoning my blouse. She pulled it off of
me, then took off my pants and panties. I unhooked her G-string and
pulled it off of her. It was a slender string which ran through the
crack of her succulent ass and through her labia and she moaned
when I moved it.
Our naked bodies pressed tightly together and writhed and
squirmed with our mounting arousal. Both of us lowered a hand to
the other's pussy and we gently rubbed each other. I could feel
moist heat radiating from her creamy cunt, just as I knew she could
feel from mine.
We kissed even more passionately, our lips sucking the other's
tongue, our tongues fucking each other's mouth. Our moans had
transcended into gasps and squeals and our hands rubbed each
other's pussy harder.
First one, then two of my fingers slithered inside her. She
fingered me, too. Our ring fingers pressed against each other's
tight asshole, and Mary hissed urgently, "Oh yes, please."
My finger wiggled inside her and hers wiggled up my ass, then
we both began jamming our hands hard and fast in and out of each
other, our thumbs pressing the other's swollen clit, our first two
fingers squishing in the other's pussy while our ring fingers were
reaming the other's ass and our pinkies stood politely out as if we
were proper Englishwomen sipping tea.
Our passionate kiss broke off in an uncontrollable burst of
two-part harmony moans, gasps, whimpers and squeals. Those sounds
were joined by the lovely sounds of skin slapping skin as our hands
whirled with an erotic blur in and out of each other. And there was
that nasty squishing sound of stiff flesh suctioning through
intense female wetness.
Mary's pussy walls trembled and mine quaked. We each clutched
the other tightly as our hot cunts erupted around the invading
fingers, each of us getting a hand washed in a hot steam bath of
gushing cum. Our orgasms were intense and shook us both to the
bone, forcing uncontrollable shrieks from us which echoed off the
walls in the tiny room.
And then we lay there, neither of us removing our fingers from
the other's holes. We lay there purring like contented pussies, our
faces beaming radiantly.
One of the other dancers walked in and pulled on her street
clothes, not paying a whole lot of attention to Mary and me,
finally telling Mary she'd see her tomorrow before leaving. It was
almost as if that other dancer expect to find two women wrapped
naked in each other's arms on the couch in that tiny room.
Mary seemed to read my mind and said, "Usually it's two
dancers laying together on here. I'd like for you to come back
every afternoon, though."
Ecstasy welled up inside me and erupted in a huge, excited
grin, just like the one which had been plastered to my face the
night before when I walked home from David's and Annie's house. I
nodded and said, "I'd like that," and Mary's smile grew as wide as
mine.
Our lips met again and we kissed an incredibly passionate
kiss, our fingers once again moving around each other's soggy cunt
and hot, tight ass. Waves of excitement coursed through my body. My
nipples were rubbing against Mary's and our four nipples were hard
as rocks. Mine were shooting jolts of arousal straight to my
overheated cunt.
Our bodies writhed together, both of us stretching and arching
our backs, exerting our full energies to sky-rocketing passion. Our
hands were blinding blurs of erotic motion. Again the sounds of
slapping and squishing mixed with the muffled sounds of moaning,
gasping and squealing into each other's wide open mouth.
Never in my life had I felt so hot. In my younger days of
dating and backseat fucking, I had never approached this level of
arousal. Certainly, never with Frank had I felt so uninhibited and
turned on. The previous night, though, I had come close. I had come
real close, but not quite. What I was feeling with Mary on the soft
couch was pure unadulterated lust which had totally consumed my
body. It was overwhelming and overpowering, more exciting than
anything I had ever experienced, and more satisfying than all the
orgasms of my life-up until the previous night-all balled together
into one.
We both shuddered and our bodies shook hard, twitched and
jerked uncontrollably, and we both came, nearly simultaneously, our
bodies seeming to be in perfect tune with each other. Our hands
were soaked in warm cum. Our asses had spasmed around the other's
finger with the intensity of our orgasm -and my asshole was
tingling like never before.
Frank had never wanted to do anything with my ass, and I had
never really paid it much attention, but having my ass fingered the
night before and right then was doing incredible things to me. I
loved the feel of a finger reaming my ass, and I was dying to know
what it would feel like to have a big, long, thick, stiff cock
fucking me there. An erotic shiver ran up my spine with that horny
thought.
Mary backed her head away from me and smiled warmly, softly
saying, "I've got some really exciting toys I'll bring with me
tomorrow, if you're interested."
I returned her smile and nodded.
"I have occasionally used them in my act, when I work nights.
The acts at night are a hundred times hotter than the stuff we do
in the afternoons. I think every guy in the place cums when I hold
a vibrator to my pussy and buzz myself off."
She giggled delightfully, then pulled her fingers out of me,
signalling she was ready for our tryst to come to an end. I felt
like clutching her and begging her to take me home with her, but I
didn't.
I knew that I'd have to do something about my situation, and
I was about ready to do something about it. I felt confident and
vibrant, ready to live rather than exist. I wanted more from life
than a once-a-week obligatory fuck. I wanted to cum every day, more
than once a day. I wanted to feel all the time the way I had since
the previous night. I liked the way I felt and I never wanted that
feeling to go away.
I drove home with a hand stuffed between my legs, rubbing
myself, smiling broadly, thinking about my bold and adventurous
afternoon.
CHAPTER FOUR
Annie met me at their front door, already wearing her jogging
outfit, as I was. She gushed excitedly about David's brother
staying with them.
His name was Damian and he was 34, recently divorced, a
schoolteacher and a runner-up for the U.S. Olympic team in the five
thousand meters. She said he looked a lot like David, elbowing me
and smiling wickedly, rolling her eyes lasciviously, adding, "Only
even better looking."
I caught a quick glimpse of his backside through the open
bedroom door. He was wearing only a jock strap and his ass was
great, trim and high and also very hairy. I figured it had to be
his ass because I didn't remember David's being nearly that hairy.
He had broad shoulders and a hairy back, with powerful thighs. He
disappeared from my view.
"We're so glad we met you," Annie gushed. "So many people seem
to have such hang-ups about sex." She shook her head. "David and I
are rather free with our loving. We really enjoy sex and like to
enjoy it with other people as well as with each other."
Soon, David appeared from his and Annie's bedroom, looking
simply edible. I felt an instant churning in my pussy. He bent over
and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, also telling me about his
brother being there.
And then I saw him again. He was about the same height and
build as David, but Annie was right. Damian looked even dreamier
than his younger brother. His sleepy, bedroom eyes and his long,
light brown hair hanging to his shoulders gave him a sexier
appearance than David.
I rose from the couch and smiled warmly in greeting. He had an
absolutely heart-melting smile, so genuine, so sexy and nice.
The four of us jogged out the door and down the block at a
rather brisk pace. We jogged past my house. Frank's car was still
not there.
Damian and I led the way, two of my strides making up one of
his long, fluid, powerful ones. Conversation came easy with him. He
made me laugh and his eyes seemed to be drinking me in, and that
gave me a tremendously hot and exhilarating feeling.
I had again worn no panties and the silk jogging shorts were
riding high in my crotch, separating my labia I knew my ass cheeks
were sticking out, giving David and Annie a nice show. The tightly
drawn crotch of my shorts was getting rather damp from my
lubricating cunt.
Damian was so fit and trim that his ass and thighs barely
shook at all with his long strides. What was even nicer was his
slowly expanding bulge in front. Every once in a while I could get
a glimpse of light brown pubic hairs sticking out of the front of
his jock strap. His running shorts were not pulled up high, but
were exceptionally short, and I was most definitely enjoying the
view.
He had a deep, rich tan and I could see glimpses of his pale
tan line at the sides of his shorts. He had lived in California for
ten years and every day after school was out, this teacher would
hit the beach. He told me about his divorce. He had married a woman
ten years younger than he and she had fallen in lust with a beach
bum and had filed for divorce. He said he had been expecting it,
though, and didn't seem too tom up about it.
We jogged for about an hour and a half, which was a long run
for me. It had been a few years since I had done any serious
running.
David and Annie left a trail of sweaty clothes from their
living room door to the hot tub. Damian seemed rather unsure about
what to do, somewhat embarrassed by his brother's actions.
I smiled warmly and told him I'd kind of like to get in the
hot tub, too, and would like for him to join me. To show him I was
serious, I reached out and helped him lift his sweaty tee-shirt
off. Then I took off mine, along with my bra.
Damian stared spellbound at my breasts, a warm smile spreading
across his face. I kicked off my running shoes and bent over and
pulled off my socks. Then I hooked a finger in each side of my
short, high-riding, silk jogging shorts and pulled them down from
my hips, letting them fall in a crumpled heap around my feet. I
stepped out of them and stood totally naked in front of him. His
eyes widened considerably and his already bulging cock grew
noticeably.
I knelt before him and pulled off his running shoes and his
socks. Then I reached up and pulled his shorts and his jock strap
off of him, holding them as he stepped out of them. I was on my
knees and his cock swelled out to a full erection, looking every
bit as long and thick as David's.
I wrapped one hand around it and wrapped my lips around his
deep red, swollen, bulbous cockhead, running my tongue in tight
circles around it, hearing Damian softly moan, feeling his hands on
my head, pulling me forward.
My head twisted to the side and his cock slid further into my
mouth, bulging out of my cheek as I wrapped my tongue tightly
around his hard shaft, then slowly slithered it off. I twisted my
head the other direction, feeling his cock push my cheek out, and
wrapped my tongue around his bone again, letting it again slither
slowly off.
Damian was softly, but fervently, murmuring, "Oh, yeah, that
feels so good!" He occasionally gasped as I let my teeth brush
lightly across his cock.
Then, facing it head-on, I sucked in a deep breath and blew on
his hard cock. I then sucked his cock as hard as I could. I blew,
then sucked with a fervour, over and over. I worked on his cock,
lightly and slowly stroking his swollen shaft with one hand,
cupping his big, heavy balls in my other hand, not jerking him off,
but rather softly and gently stroking him. My intentions were not
to get him off in record time, but to drive him wild, make it last
as long as possible.
But the erotic shock of having a woman he had only met an hour
and a half earlier sucking him off turned out to have a
tremendously powerful effect and his deep gasping and moaning soon
turned into a grunt. I was tasting and swallowing his huge, heavy
gobs of spurting cum within seconds. My lips remained locked around
his cock, not letting a drop of his yummy cum escape. I held it in
my mouth, savouring the slightly salty taste, then swallowed. I
sucked every last drop of cum from him that he could muster. Then
I lay back on the carpet, bending and parting my legs invitingly.
Handsome Damian dropped to his knees and leaned forward,
burying his gorgeous face in my steaming snatch, licking my pouty
pussy lips with a deep hunger. His tongue stiffened and penetrated
me, slithering inside me. He pushed it in and out of me, literally
fucking me with his tongue. I clenched my thighs around his head,
feeling my juices churning around his tongue. His mouth opened
wider and his tongue slithered out of my cunt and lapped at my
clit. His jaws closed and he munched my clit between his lips,
making me squeal and writhe my pussy harder against his face. He
slipped two fingers inside me and began stroking my hot and juicy
cunt with them, pushing me toward the brink of a fast and heavy
orgasm. My cunt was on fire and I could feel my heavy lubrication
oozing out of me. I had always had an unusually wet response to
arousal.
Damian sucked my clit mercilessly, sending me straight over
the edge. I washed his face in my hot cum bath, my body lurching
with each intense spasm of my quaking cunt. My orgasm flowed from
deep inside me, an all-body orgasm which shook me and left me
feeling limp and drained.
Then Damian rose over me, his fingers pulling out of me and
holding my wet labia widely apart. He penetrated me with his hard
cock, pushing it in, then lowering his body on top of mine, his
hips churning hard, pistoning his hard cock in and out of me.
Both of his hands grabbed my ass and pulled me hard against
him with every thrust of his hips. My passion had returned and shot
straight to the boiling point. My body was squirming under him and
his lips mashed against mine, giving me a most passionate kiss,
allowing me to taste my own juices on his mouth. I could smell
myself all over his face and that made my arousal even more
frenzied. My entire body was twisting and turning and I was gasping
and squealing frantically. I heard the squishing of Damian's cock
suctioning in and out of me. His tongue was fucking my mouth with
the same intensity that his cock was fucking my cunt. His warm
flesh was pressed tightly against mine and every nerve ending in my
body was tingling with erotic sensations.
Over and over, his cock pumped my dripping cunt, both of us
past the point of return, both of us careening headlong toward
explosive orgasms. He was consuming my body, making me crazy with
lust. His fingers dug deeply into my soft ass, one of his index
fingers pushing against my tight asshole. I wriggled my hips,
trying to get that finger inside me, wanting to feel both of my
holes filled at the same time again, just as his brother had done
to me the previous night. Finally, Damian wiggled that index finger
up my ass.
I shrieked, overwhelmed by the glorious sensation of having
both of my holes plugged. Damian saw what his finger up my ass was
doing to me and wiggled it around inside me, reaming my ass,
turning my cunt instantly into a wildly spasming inferno of hot,
spewing cum.
My spasming cunt stroked him into an orgasm as well and his
heavy gobs of cum spurted deep inside me, a surprisingly forceful
orgasm from a man who had already cum once just minutes before. I
felt each spurt land deep inside me and when my own orgasm died
down, I milked his bone with my adept pussy muscles, getting every
last drop from him. Damian kept kissing me until his shrivelling
cock plopped out of me with finality.
He rolled off of me and rested his head on his Propped-up
hand, his other hand brushing errant strands of hair off my face,
his own face bearing a warm and loving smile. He looked tender and
caring and absolutely handsome.
Then he suggested we get into the hot tub with David and Annie
and I nodded dreamily, letting him help me up to my feet. We walked
out the sliding glass door onto the deck arm-in-arm, each of us
with a hand firmly planted on the other's ass.
David and Annie were balling their brains out when we got into
the hot tub with them. Annie's delectable body was planted on the
side of the hot tub and her handsome husband stood between her
legs, his balls skimming across the top of the water, pumping his
cock hard and fast in and out of her. His cock glistened under the
bright light of the moon, Annie's juices coating it.
Damian and I submerged our contented bodies onto the bench
seat on the opposite side from David and Annie, letting the hot,
surging water bathe us. The cum which had leaked out of my
saturated cunt and had been rolling down the insides of my thighs
was washed away in the water. I subtly held my labia open, feeling
the hot water shoot inside me and clean me out.
David's frantic pelvic thrusts were churning up the already
agitated water and waves splashed my face as I watched a married
man fuck his wife, like married couples are supposed to do. The
rear view was great, seeing David's ass cheeks flexed and tensed,
seeing the muscles in his back and thighs rippling with his frantic
fucking.
The hot water was turning my drained body into a weak mass of
contented, satisfied flesh, an energyless blob. Surprisingly, not
even watching David fucking Annie was getting me homy again. For
the first time in a long time, I felt satisfied, secure, content
and drained. That same huge, silly grin had returned to my face.
David's body held rigid, then shook, just as Annie kind of
yelped and then grunted. The waves died down as they came. And when
David finally fell away, descending into the water, I saw beautiful
Annie sitting on the edge of the tub, her legs spread widely apart,
her pussy gaping and looking soaked, her adorable face wearing the
same stupid grin which was on my face.
Gingerly, she eased herself back down into the steaming water.
She pushed off from the side and her body floated across toward me.
She sat on one of my legs, facing me. Her arms raised and wrapped
around my neck. Her beautiful face moved to within inches of mine.
We just grinned at each other for a few moments, Annie subtly
grinding her hot pussy against my thigh. Then she said very softly,
so that only she and I could hear above the soft roar of the motor,
"I watched through the window. You guys were really hot!"
I smiled and replied, "You and David are no slouches
yourselves."
Annie grinned wider. "You look beautiful," she said.
"So do you," I answered.
Annie turned her head and our lips met. Our mouths opened and
we kissed deeply. It was not a frenzied, heated kiss of imminent
sexuality, more a passionate kiss of two satisfied lovers showing
their deep feelings for each other. Our tongues softly caressed and
with our tongues we then traced each other's teeth, probing into
each other's cheeks.
When we broke our kiss off and Annie pulled her face away,
those huge grins returned and we stared deeply into each other's
eyes. Annie's eyes sparkled. I figured mine had to be half-closed
from an overwhelming feeling of sexual exhaustion and drained
contentment.
"You look absolutely serene," Annie said.
I smiled and nodded.
Her hands lowered from the back of my neck and covered my
breasts. She began deeply kneading and massaging them, her fingers
digging deeply into my flesh. Then she spread her hands out flat
and rubbed my breasts, pushing them against me and rubbing them in
tight circles. My stiff nipples were trapped between her fingers
and she squeezed those fingers together, pinching my nipples into
even stiffer knots, shooting jolts of passion straight through that
pipeline from my nipples to my cunt. The peaceful, tranquil feeling
which had taken over my body was turning into a deep state of
arousal. My breathing quickened and a fire ignited in my cunt.
My hands lowered to Annie's hips. I grabbed her pert ass with
one hand, squeezing it tightly, digging my fingers into her skin,
inching my index finger closer and closer to her puckered little
asshole. My other hand slipped between my thighs and her cunt, two
fingers slithering inside her, my thumb rubbing her swollen clit
against the palm of my hand.
Annie was growling, her back arched and her head tossed back,
feeling her arousal deep into her soul, her luscious breasts
bobbing along the top of the water, nipples stiff and pointy. She
was grinding her hot cunt against my hand and her own hands had
increased the fervour of their kneading and massaging of my
breasts.
The intense heat of the water and its relaxing rhythm were
having no effect on Annie's soaring passion. Her growling quickly
turned into frenzied squealing and gasping and within another
minute of two, her body shuddered and shook, churning up small
waves around us, and she came. Her body whiplashed forward, her
hair flying into my face. Her eyes were shut tightly and her body
strained to fulfil her orgasm. She grunted and groaned, finally
falling limply against me, sighing softly and moving her hands away
from my tingling breasts, wrapping me tightly in her arms and
giving me a passionate hug.
Her face nuzzled against my neck and I heard her faint, soft
voice ask, "What's your wildest sexual fantasy? What do you yearn
for and dream about at night?"
My face flushed.I was still new at this. I wasn't nearly as
comfortable with uninhibited frankness about my sexual desires as
Annie obviously was.
I hugged her tightly and admitted,"I have two."
Annie nibbled my earlobe. "What are they?"
My eyes averted hers as her head moved around in front of
mine. Softly and with a trace of embarrassment, I said, "One of
them is to get my ass fucked. I've never done that, and I really
think I'd like it. The other is a little weirder."
My face must have turned beet-red because Annie stroked it and
kissed me softly on the cheek, saying, "Tell me, it's okay."
I said, "I keep dreaming about tying you up to the four comers
of your bed and David and I teasing and turning you on, taking
advantage of your vulnerability and making you cum a lot, and the
two of us, David and me, fucking next to you on the bed while you
watch, all tied up."
Annie gave me a tight hug and kissed my cheek, again grinding
her hot pussy against my thigh, flexing her thighs around mine. She
moved to my ear and nibbled my sensitive lobe, finally sticking her
tongue into my ear and swirling it around, making me moan and
squirm. Then she said, "Maybe we can fulfil both of those
fantasies. I know Damian is a real ass man. After he recovers from
the combination of shooting his rocks off and then melting in the
hot tub, I'm sure he'd love to drill your cute little butt. And
then tomorrow, when David and I are here alone, I'd love for you
two to tie me up and get me off and fuck your brains out. It sounds
really hot to me."
I hugged her even tighter and felt a wave of excitement
welling up deep inside of me. Annie pressed her lips to mine and we
kissed again, this time more passionately. My arousal was beginning
to soar once again.
After drying off, the four of us lay naked around the living
room. Gradually, David's and Damian's cocks began swelling back to
life as the effects of the hot tub wore off.
Annie lay sprawled out on the carpet, her head propped up on
a pillow on the fireplace hearth, her legs spread apart, her hands
playing with her pretty pussy, unashamed and uninhibited, a truly
sexual, homy woman.
I lay on my back on the floor, my head also Propped up on a
pillow against a wall, my legs together, not flashing my creamy
gash, far more inhibited than Annie. Just laying there naked in
front of her, David and Damian was a major accomplishment for me.
Plus, knowing that pretty soon I was going to get my ass fucked by
a man I had only met that night, while David and Annie watched, was
turning my cunt into creamy, quivering flesh. My nipples stayed
every bit as stiff as Annie's.
David lay on the couch, his dick rising in a curved
semi-erection. Damian slouched down low in a deep, soft armchair
which nearly swallowed him, his feet outstretched, crossed on a
coffee table, his cock a little fuller and standing more upright
than David's.
Annie silently rose from the floor and disappeared into their
bedroom. She was gone only a few seconds and returned tossing a
plastic jar of petroleum jelly up and down in her hand. She wore a
sly smile on her face and those sparkling eyes were gleaming
mischievously. She looked like she had a mysterious secret, ready
to bust with the desire to spill the beans.
Both David and Damian looked up at her, both of their cocks
swelling quickly to erections, seeing the jar of lubricant,
anticipating something truly sexy from her. I knew what was coming
and my pussy started churning madly.
Annie tossed the jar to Damian and she flopped back down on
the floor, once again spreading her legs and playing with her
pussy, smiling wickedly, finally saying, "There's an anal virgin in
this room who wants to get her butt cherry popped."
She giggled wildly and three sets of eyes focused on me and my
closed legs and crimson face. Damian grinned and softly said, "I'd
like that."
I looked into his eyes and smiled warmly. "How do you want to
do it?" I asked with just a trace of quiver in my voice.
"How about on your hands and knees?" he asked. His cock was
sticking up straight as a flagpole.
I nodded and raised myself off of my back, getting onto my
hands and knees and crawling out into the centre of the living
room, feeling vulnerable and on display, sort of like I imagined
Mary felt dancing naked in front of a room full of strangers. But
that feeling wasn't making me feel turned-off. Rather, it was
making my pussy cream like crazy!
Damian rose from the chair and knelt behind me. He eased a
greased finger into my tightly puckered, elastic asshole and reamed
me thoroughly. He withdrew his finger, scooped out another finger
full of petroleum jelly and greased my ass again. My entire body
quivered with the intense feeling and my pussy turned into a
dripping steambath of desire.
Damian greased up his stiff cock and tossed the jar back to
Annie. His hands spread my ass cheeks widely apart and I lowered my
shoulders to the floor so my knees were pressed against my breasts
and my ass was sticking up in the air.
I felt his swollen cockhead pressing against my asshole and
waves of eroticism shot throughout my body. His hands spread my
cheeks wider apart and I felt like my asshole was gaping open. He
gave his cock a sharp thrust and my asshole widened around it
stretching much. I took several quick deep breaths, trying to relax
my tensed muscles and felt his entire cockhead bury itself in my
ass.
He held steady for a few moments, giving me a chance to adjust
to this new sensation. I was softly whimpering and grunting,
feeling my pussy juicing up like the man had reached inside me and
turned on a faucet.
His fingers reached to my cunt and penetrated me. I gasped.
Both homy holes were filled. It was an incredible, overpowering
sensation. My body was filed with desire and a deep feeling of
almost unbridled sexuality swept over my body.
Very gently, Damian began easing more of his cock inside my
tight, hot hole. His fingers were stroking my cunt and I was madly
squealing and gasping, occasionally grunting with a deeply felt
passion.
His thick, stiff cock felt magnificent in my ass. I couldn't
imagine being stretched wider, but it was not uncomfortable at all.
After the initial shock, a glorious, overwhelming sensation of deep
arousal took control of every inch of my body. Every nerve ending
in my body was tingling like it was on fire. My cunt was creaming
uncontrollably and my ass was tingling as if the cock entering me
was electric.
Slowly and gently, Damian eased more and more of his cock
inside me. When about half of it was buried up my ass, he began
taking short strokes, pumping my ass slowly and gently, letting the
passion build, letting me get adjusted to my very first butt-fuck.I
felt delicious wicked. Getting my ass fucked by a virtual stranger
while a horny married couple watched was an incredibly hot
experience.
Gradually, Damian took longer and harder strokes. His fingers
continued jamming hard and fast in and out of my steaming cunt,
sending my arousal headlong toward orgasm. I fought the rush of cum
building up deep inside me, wanting to hold off.
Harder and faster, Damian pumped my rear. His hips were
slamming into my soft cheeks, making them shake. His balls slapped
both his hand and my cunt. His fingers deeply kneaded my cheeks. I
felt like one huge cunt, knowing nothing else in the world but the
incessant pounding in my rear and my cunt, my soaring passion, my
overwhelming desire to cum.
I had reached a plateau, right on the verge of cumming, but
evening off to where I could sustain the feeling and thoroughly
enjoy it. Damian drilled my ass with a fervour, pounding my butt
with a rhythmic precision. I felt his cock deep inside me, feeling
a cock in an entirely new place, and loving the feeling, squealing
and shrieking in completely uninhibited fulfilment. It was a
fantasy coming true, and I loved it.
Damian's groaning and grunting was turning decidedly orgasmic,
so I allowed myself to be pushed over the edge. My body lurched
hard back against him, feeling his pubic hair squashed against my
cheeks, my pussy spasming hard around his fingers, my heavy flow of
hot cum soaking his entire hand, my asshole spasming around his
cock with the force of my orgasm. And he shot his rocks off,
spraying his hot and heavy gobs of cum up my ass. I felt them plop
in virgin territory and shrieked wildly at this horny new
sensation, my own orgasm becoming even more intense.
I came until I was ready to pass out, and so did Damian. His
cock slowly shrivelled up inside my ass and plopped out of me. I
collapsed in a panting heap on the floor. I was grinning, tears of
joy welling up in my eyes, sighing contentedly. Annie rolled over
next to me and hugged me tightly. Her hungry lips manipulated my
earlobes, making me quiver. She nuzzled my neck and tenderly kissed
and licked me there.
I was too drained to even move. It had been the hottest day of
my life! I had gotten it on with a stripper, ran for an hour and a
half, fucked David's brother, melted in the hot tub and had my butt
fucked for the very first time. My face was glowing and I was
overly happy.
Annie's lips pressed against my ear and she whispered, "One
fantasy down and one to go."
CHAPTER FIVE
mere was still no car in the driveway when I got home. It was
already past ten and I was prepared to confess all of the sordid
details of the last few days to Frank. But the house was empty.
The phone rang as I collapsed onto the bed and I wearily
picked it up. A middle-aged female voice said, "Your husband is not
home, but I know where he is. He's on his way home. He has been
with me."
"Who is this?" I asked.
"That doesn't matter. I know you must be upset and I don't
blame you. I do want you to know, however, that I am prepared to
fight for his love. I want your husband."
I started laughing. The phone call was so ludicrous that I
couldn't help myself. And the more I laughed, the harder I laughed
until I was laughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down my
cheeks, my sides aching. I couldn't say another word. I just hung
up the telephone.
I pulled back the bed covers and slipped under them, too
drained to even bother taking off my jogging clothes. I just kicked
off my running shoes and pulled the covers over me, leaving the
overhead light on for Frank. I fell into a deep sleep and never
heard Frank come to bed.
By morning, though, the overhead light was off and Frank's
side of the bed was rumpled, showing it had been slept in. Frank
wasn't there.
I rolled out of bed and shook my head in resignation, seeing
the way I was still dressed, mumbling that I had fucked myself
delirious.
I undressed and climbed wearily into the shower. The memory of
the phone call from the previous night returned and I began
laughing again, hearing my cackle bouncing off the tiled shower
stall walls, laughing so hard that I actually began sobbing. The
sobs turned into real sobs and I mourned my broken marriage.
Even though I wanted the marriage to end, and even though I
had fallen out of love with my husband, and even though I had been
discovering a hot new sex life, fucking with people I didn't even
know more than a few weeks, it was still sad to see the marriage
come to its inevitable ending.
I hope Frank would take it well and not be bitter. Then I
realized he probably knew nothing of my extra-marital exploits, but
he must know that I knew about his. The burden and the guilt were
all on his shoulders, and I felt badly about that.
I dried myself off and decided I should tell Frank about my
recent exploits. Then, as I pulled on a slinky, clingy, sexy silk
dress slit up one side, Pulling it over my naked body, I decided
that a full confession of my recent activities might be a little
much for Frank to bear.
I lay back down on the bed, raising my legs, letting my dress
fall up around my bare hips, and rubbed my pussy, closing my eyes
and falling back into a blissful slumber.
It was nearly noon when I reawakened. My seemingly insatiable
sexual activities were taking a toll on my body. I felt weak and
limp, like I used to feel the day after I competed in a marathon.
All of my focus, all of my nervous energy, my whole being, had been
concentrated on that race. Everything I had went into running each
individual race. And after I had competed, I felt limp as a rag
doll. For at least two days after each race, I had laid around the
house and slept, not even having enough energy to get up and eat.
It took me a couple of days to psyche myself up to begin training
for the next time.
But this was different. Images of beautiful Mary flashed in my
head and I needed no further psyching up to get my ass in gear. I
was headed back to the titty bar to enjoy a hot afternoon with that
beautiful blonde, a completely uninhibited lover, a thoroughly
sexual woman, a woman who had taught me something important about
myself. I was a sexual woman and could love women as well as men.
My cunt quivered at the thought of returning to that palace of
voyeurism. As I drove downtown, I kept seeing rolled-up,
cylindrical bills held between lips, seeing beautiful Mary kneeling
before men, dutifully pulling out her G-string, giving them a
glimpse of her gorgeous gash, allowing their faces to move right
into her pretty pussy, letting them have a quick lick of her tasty
cunt. The visual images were turning me on and I drove impudently
from red light to red light, stopping and starting, wishing the
traffic would get out of my way.
I developed a new image of the businessman's lunch in that
place. Just what did the businessman's lunch consist of? Was it a
hot box lunch? Did it consist of an appetizer of pussy? I pictured
Mary laying back on the runway, her hips right at the edge, her
legs sticking straight up into the air in the shape of a peace
sign, or "piece" sign, some handsome man's face buried in her
pretty pussy, twisting back and forth as he devoured her hot box
lunch, his tongue planted deeply inside her, snaking in and out,
drawing her tangy juices into his mouth. I saw all six dancers
laying around the runway in the same position. All six of them
feeding the lunchtime crowd. I liked that image.
I felt wildly decadent, deliciously wicked, and very horny. I
felt eager to jump right in and experience as much as I cold, to
make up for lost years. Strangely, after spending so many years
alone with my sexuality, consumed by frustration, doomed in my own
mind to only a masturbatory sex life, I felt very much at home with
my newfound sexuality. It made me feel great!
The lunchtime crowd was thinning out as I walked into the
place, feeling admiring eyes devouring me as I strode confidently
through the tables, picking one near the runway. Male eyes studied
the way my body moved, seeing the way the silk dress clung to me.
I wondered if they could tell I was wearing absolutely nothing
underneath.
Mary was on stage, swaying and hunching her magnificent body
to a hard-driving rock beat, wearing only a sparkling G-string,
heels and a luscious smile. Her hands moved from her shoulders up
her neck, pulling her blonde mane back, her shapely legs slightly
parted, her hips hunching the air.
She saw me walk in and her eyes subtly followed me to my
table. She turned her back to me and flexed one ass cheek at a
time, kind of making them jump. She had a nice ass and I felt a
desire sweep over my body to lick and nibble those round, firm
cheeks.
Probably fifty men sat at tables, their eyes glued to the
runway. The three off-duty dancers hustled their G-stringed bodies
from table to table, pushing fresh drinks in front of guys and
taking their money, occasionally letting a guy push a bill down the
front of their G-strings, smiling as fingers rubbed through their
juicy lips.
Hands patted bare bottoms and hanging breasts rubbed against
smiling faces, all under the watchful eyes of the bouncer who would
determine just when a playful pat on the ass turned too intense, or
when a hand slipping a bill down a G-string lingered too long, or
when a tongue pushing a bill went too far. A little taste was okay,
but any moves toward a tongue-fuck were undoubtedly taboo.
That particular afternoon, I was not the only female customer.
There was an elegant looking young brunette wearing a clingy, silk
dress similar to mine, wrapped under a much older, equally elegant
looking man's arm at a small table across the way.
One of the man's hands was under the table, his arm crossed in
front of him, moving subtly. Although the woman tried to maintain
the look of innocence, she was wearing the look of arousal. Maybe
she could fool the other men in the place, but she couldn't fool
the women. We know that look. Her fiftyish companion was obviously
rubbing her pussy under the table, and those glassy eyes, the
vacant expression on her face and her easily visible stiff,
protruding nipples indicated that she was getting off.
I sat there watching, wishing I could see under the table,
wondering if the guy had her dress pulled up, rubbing her directly
on her pussy, or whether he was rubbing her through her dress. I
wished I could see whether or not she was as naked under her dress
as I was under mine. Was he rubbing her bare pussy? Was he
fingering her? If she was wearing panties, was he rubbing her
through them or did he have them pulled to the side?
No one else appeared to be watching them. Everyone else's eyes
were glued to the wooden, elevated runway, devouring three
beautiful young women who were so unashamedly showing off their
luscious bodies.
My mouth watered and my cunt got all hot and creamy as my eyes
returned to Mary. We made eye contact and held it as she knelt
before a man sitting ringside who had a bill protruding from his
lips. She stared lustfully at me as she pulled her spangly G-string
away from her pretty pussy and the ringsider leaned forward, his
forehead pressed against her flat abdomen, his lips pushing the
bill between her slightly pouty labia his tongue guiding it inside
her. I couldn't see the particulars, but I knew what he was doing.
He was trying to get a taste of her juicy pussy on his tongue, and
when she decided he had tasted enough of her, she backed away and
rose to her feet, covering herself again with that tiny thatch
patch.
She shook her breasts, making them sway back and forth, then
leaned way forward and shook them again over another guy's head.
Dangling down from her, they shook and swayed hard and I knew the
guy had to be smiling broadly. I could only see the back of his
head, but I just knew his face had to be covered with a lusty grin.
When the music faded and the dancers became waitresses and the
waitresses became dancers, about half of the crowd began leaving.
Mary walked over to my table, leaned over and kissed me. Our mouths
opened and our tongues glided effortlessly in and out of each
other's mouth for a few moments. Mary said, "I'm glad you came back
today."
I watched the elegant, gorgeous woman and her fiftyish
companion rising from their table and heading toward the door. Mary
saw me watching them and giggled softly, saying, "They're both
married, but not to each other. He's a rich old fucker and she
meets him three days a week at lunchtime to get her pussy plumbed.
In return, he keeps her husband on his payroll at a nice salary,
and gives her little gifts of cash and jewellery every once in a
while. They come in here one day a week usually and sit at that
same table. For nearly a solid hour, he slips his hand up her dress
and fingers her. She doesn't wear any panties or anything. Look at
him." Her head turned to follow them out of the showroom. "The old
fucker always licks his cum drenched fingers as he leaves. He's
really got a taste for her pussy."
"They ever fuck?"
"Not in here," Mary said. "They must, though."
I found myself wondering if Frank had been able to find a
woman that good-looking. I really hoped he had.
I sat through the new set of dancers and then Mary's group
again, slowly sipping wine and feeling my arousal grow from a low
simmer to a fast boil as I watched the dancers.
Finally, Mary walked over to my table and motioned for me to
follow her. We walked through the curtain by the side of the stage
and into the small, windowless, cluttered room which was again
strewn with the dancers' street clothes.
Mary kicked off her heels and pulled off her G-string. She
leaned over a bag and pulled out three different sized and shaped
dildoes.
She raised back up and smiled at me and dropped her toys onto
the couch and reached behind me, unbuttoning my dress, then pulling
it off of me. It fell in a crumpled heap around my feet and Mary
leaned back, looking over my naked body very thoroughly, her smile
broadening.
Then she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me
tightly against her. Our flesh pressed tightly together and felt
marvellous. Our heads turned and our lips met. Our mouths opened
and our tongues jammed frantically in and out of each other's
mouth.
For a seeming eternity we kissed passionately, our moaning
intensifying. Then she guided me onto the couch. There was no need
for foreplay. My arousal was piqued as was hers. Just watching her
dance, visually devouring her beautiful body, was enough for me.
And performing for me was obviously enough for her. She said, "When
I saw you sitting out there staring at me while I danced, I got so
turned-on I thought I'd cum right there on stage."
I lay back on the couch, opening my legs invitingly. Mary
picked up a curved dildo and switched it on, making it buzz and
shake. She smiled wickedly and said, "I want to get you off."
She held the vibrating cock against my pussy lips and I felt
the vibrations shoot through my body. My juices were churning hard.
Her other hand reached out and pulled my labia apart. She eased
that banana-shaped vibrator inside me, slowly stroking it deeper
and deeper. It felt wonderful!
Mary leaned forward, her pretty face just inches from my
crotch. She took deep breaths, filling her head with my musky, hot
scent of arousal. Her hand continued jamming that luscious toy in
and out of me with an ever-quickening pace.
She sank it all the way inside me and left it there. Its tip
was pressed against a wondrously magical spot deep inside me and I
was gasping and moaning with all the fervour of a woman ready to
cum.
Mary picked up a short, slender vibrator, switched it on and
leaned back into me. Her empty hand slid under me and I raised my
hips off the couch. She pulled one ass cheek aside and shoved that
thin vibrator up my ass, easing it into me as slowly as she had
eased that slightly curved vibrator up my cunt.
She stroked my butt with it, probing me gently, then harder,
increasing the intensity with each stroke. The vibrations were
making my asshole quiver and tremble wildly and making my cunt do
the same.
Mary sank that thing all the way up my ass, then eased my hips
back down onto the couch. Her hand Again began stroking that
banana-shaped cock in and out of my steaming pussy, fucking me
hard. I was bathing it in my juices, leaving a thin coating of
lubrication all along its length.
My arousal was overwhelming. My nipples stiffened into hard
knots and my breasts actually shook from the intensity of the
buzzing in both of my orifices. I was frantically gasping,
whimpering, moaning and squealing, my cunt and ass quivering and
shaking, my juices churning.
And I came. I came hard. My body whiplashed violently on the
couch, twisting and turning in a frenzy, my pussy spasming around
the vibrator, my asshole spasming hard around that horny butt Plug.
It was an all-body orgasm, the incredibly intense kind which I
seemed to be enjoying a lot lately. It shook me to the bone and
left me drained.
Mary pulled the banana-shaped cock out of me and pressed it
between her breasts, its sparkling tip against her mouth. She
wrapped her breasts around it and bowed her head, taking that
cum-drenched, vibrating fake cock into her mouth, licking and
sucking it, my juices glistening along its length.
The vibrating anal probe was still buzzing away up my ass and
was shaking more lubrication loose in my cunt. I felt juices oozing
out of me and felt my arousal staying hot and fiery.
Watching beautiful Mary giving head to that dildo was an
erotic experience in itself. She devoured it as hungrily as I had
devoured Damian's cock the night before. I could still feel the
arousal of having my asshole stretched to the limits by his big
cock, and could still feel the incredible sensation of getting my
ass fucked. That wildly shaking anal probe was keeping that memory
vividly alive inside of me and I moaned uncontrollably.
Finally, after licking that fake cock thoroughly, Mary turned
it off and tossed it into her bag of toys. Then she picked up an
enormous, two-headed cock. That thing had to be a foot and a half
long and the bulbous cockheads were very big.
Mary scooted her pretty pussy up next to mine, leaning forward
and opening me up, easing that enormous schlong inside me,
stretching me, filling me. Then she leaned back, opened herself up
and eased the other end inside herself. She squirmed her hips a
little closer to me and then began hunching that cock, her hip
thrusts moving it in and out of both of us.
My head was resting on the arm of the couch and I could look
down between my breasts and watch her pussy churning, seeing that
huge cock sliding in and out of both pussies, seeing it penetrating
and Probing her widely-stretched, filled-up cunt, seeing her
engorged clit standing straight out between her widely parted lips.
It was amazingly exciting to watch us each get fucked by a
huge dick. Two panting and gasping women fucking themselves
simultaneously with an enormous dick that would never go soft,
never shrivel up and plop out, only giving us as much satisfaction
as we dared to pursue.
Mary's legs wrapped around my hips and mine did the same to
her. The butt plug was still buzzing my ass and the dual fucking
sensations remained incredibly overpowering, perhaps even more so
because I got to watch Mary filling her pretty hole at the same
time, got to hear her horny sounds of sex.
One by one, the afternoon shift dancers straggled into the
tiny room, pulled off their G-strings and pulled on their clothes,
watching us with varying degrees of interest, but none joining us.
They merely watched as they dressed and then left. But having them
watch us made me even hotter, turning me into a shrieking, hot
cunt. My orgasm shook my whole body and I literally sprayed my cum
all over that two-headed monster. Mary's hips stopped churning
momentarily as she watched my orgasm, smiling at me. Then she
started her frantic sexual motions anew.
A few moments later, her hands reached down and wrapped
tightly around that fake cock, pulling it deeply inside her. She
held rigid and rained her musky juices all over it. I watched
intently, feeling unbelievably sexy as I watched that beautiful
woman cum.
And then she let go of it and we resumed our grinding and
hunching, both of us purring like contented pussies, our bodies
pushing on toward yet another orgasm.
I was beginning to feel like an orgasm machine! It seemed like
all I had done for a few days was cum. Not that I minded, of
course. No I had never before felt more blissful or serene than I
had for the past couple of days.
I lay back and let the huge dildo work its magic on me,
feeling the vibrations from that butt plug in every inch of my
body. Mary looked radiantly beautiful. She wore that warm, serene
glow of a happy, contented woman. She also scrunched her pretty
face up in orgasmic contractions, periodically showing the depth of
her immense arousal.
Laying on that couch, cunt-to-cunt with the beautiful woman,
an enormous cock sliding in and out of both of our cunts, a buzzing
dildo shaking my ass, all nearly felt magical.
All of the sex I had enjoyed over recent days was wonderful.
It was non-threatening, non-obligatory sex, just for pure
enjoyment, just to make us all feel good. It was good sex,
uninhibited sex, satisfying sex.
Mary and I came again, leaving a sheen of cum all along the
length of that foot and a half-long dick. When she pulled both it
and that buzzing butt plug out of me, I nearly melted. I lay on the
couch breathing deeply, my breasts swelling up proudly with each
breath.
Mary lay next to me, hugging me tightly, pressing her soft,
warm body against mine. We lay there together just silently holding
each other, neither of us having to say anything, both of us
feeling instinctively that we were both at the same level of
nirvana, extreme bliss, ultimate peace. Our smiles were equally
broad and I loved the way her body felt against me.
After at least a half hour, while the night-shift dancers came
in, disrobed, donned G-Strings and sequined gowns, and the
waitresses undressed and pulled on their tiny thatch patches, Mary
sighed deeply and said, "You want to tell me about yourself?"
My face turned to hers and our lips were maybe an inch apart.
"There's not much to tell," I said, giving her a brief history of
running marathons and masturbating throughout my unsatisfying
marriage.
"You want to leave him?" she asked.
I nodded. "But I'm afraid, too."
"You can't let your fear paralyze you, though," she said, "you
have to be brave and live your life how you want to live it. I'll
let you lean on me, if you'd like."
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. They weren't bad tears or
sad tears. They were jubilant tears, tears of happiness, of having
someone really care.
Mary instinctively knew what kind of tears they were. She
kissed each one away, one of her hands moving to my breast, lightly
pinching my nipple into an even harder tingling bud.
I kissed her. It was a marathon, wet, passionate,
tongue-darting kiss which sent erotic shivers running up and down
my spine, sending erotic waves cascading throughout my body.
Our bodies shifted around so we were facing each other and we
each instinctively jammed a thigh against the other's creamy, hot
cunt. We hunched our asses, continuing our most passionate kiss.
Our whimpers, moans and gasps reverberated in each other's open
mouth, sending vibrations through me like that horny butt plug had
done.
We madly hunched our burning twats against the other's thigh,
our bodies tensing and straining, our vocal reactions expressing
that massive effort of cumming again. Beads of sweat broke out on
our faces and we grunted and groaned like marathon runners
struggling toward the finish line.
And, finally, with every ounce of energy we could muster, we
came one more time, nearly in unison, our bodies remarkably in
tune. Her moist heat bathed my thigh and mine hers.
Our exhaustion was total, and I wasn't sure I'd be strong
enough to even drive home, let alone do any jogging with David and
Annie, or even later tie up Annie and drive her wild.
Mary woke me with a kiss. Softly and tenderly, she whispered,
"Come home with me and let me fix you some dinner."
I smiled and nodded. "I'd like that," I whispered in response.
We helped each other get dressed, then walked out of the bar
arm-in-arm, both of us grinning wildly, still bearing the
unmistakable sign of orgasmic bliss.
Mary drove a sleek, red car and I followed her to a high-rise
apartment building. We rode up an outside, glass elevator, seeing
the city lights shining in the darkness.
Her apartment was small, a collection of chrome and glass. It
looked lived in, magazines and novels lying haphazardly on the
coffee table, breakfast still sitting on the stove, dirty laundry
stacked on her bedroom floor in three piles.
I tried calling Frank to tell him I wouldn't be home. I
figured I owed him that much. But there was no answer.
Mary prepared a gourmet feast of microwavable, frozen foods
from cartons. She laughed about being the best cook in town since
dinners now came ready to serve.
We cleaned the kitchen by throwing away the empty cartons,
which we had eaten out of with plastic forks. It beat the hell out
of scrubbing pots and pans and rinsing dishes and silverware.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in her small living
room, looking out at the lights of the city, wondering how many
women were cheating on their men, or how many women were in another
woman's arms, like I was. Mary walked up behind me, wrapped her
arms around my waist and pulled me back against her.
We stood like that, looking out at the pretty night lights for
a seeming eternity. Then Mary nuzzled my neck and whispered, "How
about some pussy for dessert?"
CHAPTER SIX
I don't know where she found the energy. Mine was long gone.
But at midnight, Mary was transformed from a yawning, sleepy-eyed,
spent woman with a glow of contentment into a perky, bubbly, young
woman with a mischievous grin on her face.
"I know this after-hours swingers club," she said. "Guys can
only get in if they're with a woman, but they let unaccompanied
women in. There's always plenty of hot action going on there. Let's
go.
I was really torn. I felt like hibernating, my body feeling as
limp as a wet dishrag. I also felt like I ought to go home, to see
Frank, maybe confess my new-found sex life, see if it made any
difference to him. Then again, as I eyed Mary's soft and delectable
body, hearing her description of the after-hours sex club, I was
shocked as hell to feel myself turning on once again. I had never
been to a sex club. It would certainly be a hot experience.
Driven by my libido, I rolled out of Mary's bed and the two of
us dressed, painting on fresh makeup. We both looked hot, and we
looked even hotter in Mary's sexy red car.
The place bore no signs. It was a rather nondescript,
rectangular, cement block structure with no windows. The parking
lot in back looked like a Yuppie repo lot. Sleek and shiny European
sports cars were lined up side-by-side. A huge, leather jacketed,
bearded man with black hair hanging past his broad shoulders
patrolled the parking lot on foot. He wore heavy motorcycle boots
and a nononsense, semi-pissed-off glare on his scarred face. He
bore the unspoken message, "Don't fuck with me or these fucking
cars!"
Mary pushed a button by the back door and a buzzer sounded.
She pulled the heavy steel door open and we walked into a small,
brightly-lit cubicle. The heavy steel door clanged shut behind us.
A video monitor scanned us, then another buzzer sounded and Mary
pushed open a second steel door. We walked into a dimly-lit bar.
The mahogany bar stretched the thirty-foot length of the room.
Maybe a dozen people lounged around at small tables or leaning
against the bar. Five men and seven ladies, all in various states
of undress, turned to look at the new arrivals. A sweetly smiling
barmaid wearing a see-through French maid's outfit, the top pulled
aside to bare her firm, supple breasts, walked over to us and
welcomed us, asking if she could get us anything to drink. Mary and
I both asked for grapefruit juice and walked over to the bar,
leaned against it and let our eyes scan the room.
Two luscious young blondes, one completely naked, the other in
only a pair of bikini panties, sat at a small table with a
middle-aged man, a handsome man with a very hairy chest, who wore
a towel wrapped around his waist.
An attractive middle-aged couple sat at a nearby table, both
of them completely naked, smoking cigarettes, sipping white wine,
quietly and intimately talking. A long and lean, sultry looking
young woman with a deep bronze richness to her skin sat alone at
another table. She was completely naked and leaned back in her
chair, rubbing her pretty pussy as she looked casually around the
room.
Three men and three women, two of each exquisitely gorgeous,
one of each soft and flabby, stood by the bar, all six of them
talking and laughing. One man was completely undressed and his cock
stood semi-erect. One man wore white jockeys and the other wore a
pair of pants. One of the women wore a loose shift, one wore a bra
and panties and the other was bare-breasted, a towel wrapped around
her waist. That was the wildest bar scene I had ever witnessed.
The cute barmaid handed us our grapefruit juice and not so
subtly brushed her gorgeous breasts against Mary's. The bored
looking bartender flashed me a smile and mixed some kind of pink
drink with a bunch of fruit in it.
Mary reached a hand around me and unbuttoned my dress down the
back, leaving a gaping open behind me, all the way to where at
least half of my bare ass was clearly visible. I did the same to
her and we stood there casually sipping our grapefruit juice,
waiting for something to happen.
Soft music played in the bar nearly inaudibly. In a few
moments, Mary pulled my dress down, exposing my breasts. I felt
several eyes on me. She held my dress so that it didn't fall all
the way off of me, still exposing about half of my bare ass. My
nipples knotted up with the realization that Mary was not the only
person staring at my tits.
She bent slightly and sucked one at a time into her mouth,
sucking each nipple into a rock-hard erection. Then she pulled my
dress the rest of the way off of me and I stood there by the bar
wearing only a pair of heels.
I pulled Mary's dress off of her. She had chosen to wear
nothing under her dress, just as I had done, and we both felt the
studying gaze of a dozen pairs of eyes of horny customers, as well
as the seen-it all gaze of the barmaid and bartender. Each of those
people devoured our bodies with their eyes and in their mind. And
despite my exhaustion, I felt my arousal rekindling inside me,
burning hotter by the second:
Mary and I downed the rest of our grapefruit juice, bent way
over to moon the crowd and show, off our juicy slits and hanging
breasts as we picked up our dresses and walked to the clothing room
just beyond the bar. A smiling, naked, young brunette with small,
slightly upswept breasts took our dresses and our heels.
We then walked through a curtain into a large room with
wall-to-wall mattresses and pillows. Maybe a dozen couples were
sucking or fucking each other. I stood motionless, drinking in the
raunchiest scene I had ever witnessed. My cunt lubricated as I
watched about ten male-female couples sucking each other, fucking
each other, uninhibitedly getting their rocks off, not caring who
saw them, not noticing anything else but the cock or cunt which was
either in their mouth or between their legs. Curtains draped the
walls, absorbing the urgency of the frenzied shrieks, gasps, moans
and grunts. They were still audible, though.
There were two couples of women, their bodies writhing and
twisting and turning, each woman with her head stuffed between the
other's legs, eating hot pussy with a deep hunger.
"I'll give you a tour of the place, then we can decide where
we want to start," Mary said, grabbing my ass and squeezing it. She
smiled at me and my cunt churned even more.
Past the room of mattresses was a room with eight steaming hot
tubs sunk into the floor. All eight were filled, most by couples,
two by two couples. Four glass-enclosed shower stalls lined one
wall and two of them were occupied. I watched a couple thoroughly
lathering each other up, spending an inordinate amount of time
soaping up particularly sensitive areas. In the other shower stall,
the steam was so thick it was difficult to see, but it looked like
a guy was soaping up a woman's rear. She appeared to be bent
forward, preparing herself for an anal treat.
I was prepared to stand there and watch, but Mary grabbed my
arm and led me into an adjoining room where huge, soft sectional
sofas filled the room and a big screen television showed a porn
movie. The room was nearly empty. Only three women and one man lay
on one of the sectional sofas, the three women not watching the
action on the screen, but giving their own hot performance on that
lone man.
"This is it," Mary announced. "What do you think?"
I shook my head in disbelief. "I've never seen anything like
this before in my life. I never even imagined a place like this in
my wildest fantasies! This place is great!"
"Where do you want to start?" she asked. "Oh, and by the way,
we aren't bound to getting it on with just each other, unless you'd
rather."
I smiled and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her
gorgeous body tightly against mine, pressing my lips to hers and
kissing her passionately. Then I said, "Why don't you and I start
off together in that room with all the mattresses and see what
happens."
Mary smiled warmly and nodded. We retreated through the hot
tub room and fell to the mattresses together. We lay there looking
around for a couple of minutes, observing the various fucking
techniques. One guy had a woman sitting on his cock and another
sitting on his face. The two women were kissing as they worked
themselves off on top of the guy. One especially beautiful woman
had one guy up her cunt and another in her mouth. Her body already
glistened like she had already been bathed in a hot cum bath.
Two young women were kissing passionately, each with a thigh
stuffed against her cunt, their hips churning back and forth. Their
hands were rubbing each other's breasts.
Other couples were balling and Mary leaned over me, pressing
her lips to mine and giving me the deepest, most passionate tongue
kiss I had ever received. All of the woman's passion was wrapped up
in that kiss and it was a kiss which would have turned on anyone.
Within seconds, I was gasping and crying out with desire.
Our hands moved magnetically to each other's cunt and we each
trapped the other's clit between two fingers as other fingers slid
inside the other's gushy wet cunt. We rubbed each other's clit and
our bodies arched and twisted, our fingers stroking through
dripping wetness, our moans reaching a fevered pitch.
We both came quickly, cumming very hard, soaking each other's
hand. And then we lay back and smiled dreamily.
A young couple walked over to us and knelt beside us. They
looked to be in their early twenties. The guy was slender,
blonde-haired and blue-eyed. His cock was shockingly large for his
skinny frame and it stood straight out. The young woman was very
pretty. She was soft and petite, a strikingly beautiful brunette
with smoky green eyes, soft, slightly droopy breasts, tiny waist,
soft and trim hips with a very bushy cunt. Her thighs were soft and
fleshy.
They both appeared hesitant and sort of embarrassed. The guy
finally said, "Angie and I were watching you and we both got very
turned on. It's kind of been our fantasy to have Angie get eaten by
a woman and to eat a woman, while I watch. Would that be okay?"
Mary and I both smiled and nodded. Mary said, "It's okay, as
long as you fuck the one of us who isn't busy with Angie."
The young guy grinned and nodded.
"Who turns you on the most, Angie, me or her?" Mary asked.
Angie's pretty green eyes looked from Mary to me and back
again. She silently nodded toward Mary and Mary held out her arms
to her.
The two women kissed and her husband moved behind me, his hard
cock sticking between my thighs. He pulled my hair away from my ear
and softly nibbled my lobe, whispering, "Would it be okay if I got
your pretty pussy from behind so I can watch Angie?"
I nodded and reached between my legs, parting my pussy lips
and guiding his huge, swollen cock inside me. He began pistoning
his hips slowly back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of me,
filling me up, stretching me, slowly pumping through my wetness.
He and I both watched Mary and Angie kissing. Their hands were
deeply rubbing and massaging each other's breasts and their mouths
were wide open. Their tongues danced in, out and all around each
other's mouth. Angie's soft growl of mounting arousal was steadily
growing.
Soon Mary shifted her body around, straddled the beautiful
young woman's face and eased her steaming twat onto it. Angie put
her hands to Mary's pussy and opened her up. Her tongue extended
from her open mouth and she licked the insides of Mary's fleshy
folds, licking up the inside of one and down the inside of the
other, tasting Mary's pussy.
Angie's face pressed tighter against Mary's pussy and her
extended tongue sank deeply inside her. Mary was bent forward, her
face twisting and turning from side to side as she hungrily
devoured Angie's hot pussy. The two women moaned, gasped and
whimpered.
Angie's husband was getting incredibly turned on by watching
his wife eat Mary's pussy and getting her own pussy munched by
beautiful Mary. His cock was pistoning harder and faster in and out
of me, already making those luscious squishing sounds as it pumped
me into a creamy hot state.
His torso was propped up on one arm so he could see over me,
watching his and his wife's secret fantasy come true. His other
hand was in front of me, his thumb and forefinger rubbing my clit
as his hips pumped his huge cock in and out of me with a rapidly
building crescendo.
The four of us were becoming hot as hell. Four deeply aroused
bodies were twisting, turning, writhing, squirming and hunching
hard. Four voices echoed that arousal with frantic gasps, moans,
cries and grunts.
Angie and Mary were both sucking each other's engorged clit
with a vengeance, each of them churning two fingers from each hand
hard and fast in and out of each other. I could hear their fingers
squishing and sloshing through each other's mounting wetness. I
could see Mary's ass cheeks flex and see her body lurch forward,
her thighs squeezing around Angie's pretty head. Angie's legs were
raised up into the air and then they wrapped tightly around Mary's
head, hugging her. Orgasm was only seconds away.
Angie's husband recognized that, too, and his hips began
slamming against my ass, making my whole body shake. His huge cock
suctioned rapidly in and out of me, his hips in overdrive.
And like a chain reaction, we came. First Angie showered
Mary's gorgeous face with her hot steaming of cum. Then her horny
husband shot a heavy load of cum deep inside me. Third, Mary
shrieked into Angie's wildly spasming cunt and rained her own
downpour of musky juices all over Angie's pretty face. Angie's
mouth opened wide and she drank Mary's cum, pressing her lips to
Mary's pussy lips and sucking more and more juice out of her.
Finally, my body jerked and I grunted, bathing the guy's crotch and
my own thighs in my heavy, hot flow of cum.
The four of us then relaxed and lay silently for several long
moments, breathing deeply and trying to recover. Angie's husband
was the first to speak. When his shrivelling cock had finally
plopped out of my cunt and lay wet against my ass, he said, "That
was great! It was fucking beautiful! Thank you both."
Angie smiled, her soft breasts swelling with each deep breath.
She spoke into Mary's drenched cunt, saying, "I really liked that,"
then raised her head up and gave Mary a final lick. "I've dreamed
of doing that for a long time. It really felt wonderful," she
cooed.
Mary rolled off of her and rolled onto her back. Angie and her
well-hung husband wearily rose, thanked us again and walked off
into the hot tub room.
Mary turned her head to mine and said, "He looked like he was
hung like a fucking stud!"
I nodded. "He was."
Mary asked, "He cum a lot?"
Again I nodded.
"Want me to eat you?"
I didn't even have to respond. I rolled over on top of Mary,
straddled her face and felt the guy's cum dribbling out of me into
Mary's hungry mouth. Her tongue probed me, searching for more,
making my juices chum around her tongue. She said, "You're a really
horny woman! You're great!"
An erotic shiver ran up and down my spine, making my body
whiplash subtly. Then I rolled off of Mary, turned my body around
and kissed her cum-drenched face with a passion.
"Wanta go see a movie?" Mary asked and I nodded.
We walked through the hot tub room, seeing Angie and her
husband giving another couple a fuck in one of the hot tubs. The
movie room was dark, but the light from the big screen television
produced enough of a glow to show that attendance had picked up
considerably.
Mary and I crawled onto the least crowded sectional sofa
joining two couples who were laying back, their heads propped up,
watching the horny action on the screen. They were both attractive
middle-aged couples. Even without any clothes on, they looked
affluent, especially the women. They had stylishly coiffed hair and
their fingernails were well-manicured, their bodies shapely and
slender. They also had enough gold and diamonds around their necks,
on their fingers and dangling from their ears to light up the area
All four of them smiled, diverting their eyes in unison from
the screen to us. The man on our right introduced himself as Jim,
and the woman on the opposite end as his wife Janie. The woman next
to him, with her hand on his hard cock, was Veronica and the man
with his hand on Janie's cunt was Veronica's husband Norman.
Jim asked if we'd like to join them for a couple of threesomes
while we watched the movie, and Mary and I both nodded eagerly.
Mary squeezed between Norman and Veronica and I scooted up next to
Jim, putting a hand on his balls while Veronica slowly stroked his
cock.
Jim turned his face to mine and kissed me, his left hand
sliding underneath me and squeezing my ass. His hand squirmed
further under me and he adeptly sank one finger into my cunt and
one finger up my ass. My body quivered and I kissed him more
passionately.
He broke off our kiss and I rested my head on his shoulder,
turning my face toward the screen and watching a beautiful, busty
redhead leaning over a dining room table, sucking on an enormous
cock, giving it plenty of tongue action, leaving a sheen of saliva
all along it. She was getting drilled from behind, an even larger
cock pumping her pussy. Her enormous breasts were shaking and
swaying wildly, dangling straight down. I wondered how hot and
horny she felt, getting it from two guys at once. That was
something I had never done, and I hoped I would do it before long.
I was becoming insatiable.
After the camera had zoomed in for close-ups of gobs of milky
white cum spurting onto the redhead's pretty face and more gobs of
milky white cum spurting all over her hot crotch, Jim eased his
body down into a reclining position, his hard cock standing fully
erect. I looked at Veronica and she asked, "You want his face or
his cock?"
I told her either would be fine and she sat on his face. I
scooted down his body, straddled him and planted myself on his hard
cock. It wasn't as big as Angie's husband's, but a hard cock is a
hard cock!
Veronica and I hunched our pussies against him, both of us
giving him a tight, circular, pelvic grind, both of us mashing our
clits against him, feeling our arousal soar.
We leaned forward and each of us placed our hands on the
other's breasts, watching our fingers burying into each other's
soft tits, deeply kneading the other's breasts, our nipples stiff.
Our heads twisted and our lips met, our mouths opened and our
tongues explored new territory. Our bodies rose and fell in unison,
mine far more pronounced than hers. She was pumping his tongue,
after all, while I had his cock.
Jim's fingers penetrated her pussy and she squealed into my
mouth. Our kiss intensified and our hunching turned downright
furious.
Beside us, Mary was riding Norman's hard cock bucking wildly
on top of him, obviously overcome by her passion. Janie was sitting
on Norman's face and the two women were rubbing each other's
breasts just as Veronica and I were.
Our own frantic sounds of sex were amplified by the incredibly
sexy sounds coming from the big screen television. My back was
turned so I couldn't see, but it sounded as if that pretty redhead
was taking a dick up her cunt, up her ass, between her tits and in
her mouth, as well as in each hand. I had never heard more intense
shrieking and more grunting and groaning in all my life!
My body began bucking as wildly as Mary's was. I was bobbing
up and down the length of that cock in a wild blur of frenzied,
erotic motion. My gasps were intensifying and my body strained and
tensed, pushing toward yet another orgasm.
Veronica's face was an erotic masterpiece of pre-orgasmic
contortions. Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth was wide
open. Her cries of arousal filled my ears, turning me on more and
more. Her soft hips ground hard against Jim's fingers and tongue
and Jim grunted. His cock shot several semi-intense blasts of cum
into me and my pussy muscles milked him dry.
As his cock began shrinking inside me, I began hunching it
with a maddening fervour, pushing myself toward orgasm, every ounce
of energy I could muster focused on driving myself harder, every
muscle tensed and devoted to only one thing.My entire body shook
with the force of my struggle. And just as Jim's cock had
shrivelled up to nothing, I shrieked and came, my heavy flow
washing Jim's cock right out of me, bathing his crotch in a steamy
spray of cunt juice.
Veronica came right after I did. Her pretty body twisting, her
hair flying wildly and slapping my face. She was almost growling,
grunting hard with the force of her internal spasms.
Her body seemed to be straining as much as mine, struggling
with everything inside her to savour every last thrill, to prolong
her orgasm, to feel it clear to the bone.
When we relaxed, we kind of fell off of Jim, who lay there
motionless, seemingly every bit as drained as I was. I lay my head
on Jim's chest and watched Mary and Janie cumming. Their orgasms
were just as intense as ours. They looked beautiful. Their orgasmic
beauty overwhelmed me and gave me a deep, rich feeling inside.
They fell off of Norman and the six of us lay in two exhausted
mounds of panting flesh, every nerve ending in six bodies tingling
like crazy.
I fell into a brief, dreamy state of extreme bliss and
tranquillity, feeling deeply satisfied and happy. I was unaware of
anything around me, only of hearing the vague sounds of sex.
I have no idea how long I lay there like that, but when I
opened my eyes, I saw a sea of flesh. I saw hard, glistening cocks
pumping in and out of pretty pussies and heard an erotic symphony
of frantic, orgasmic sounds.
I recognized Mary's backside, laying in a daisy chain with
four other women at the foot of the sectional. I raised myself up
on one arm and stared right at a hard cock.
A very handsome young man scooted down and faced me, smiling
warmly and running a hand through my hair. "Want to make love?" he
asked.
"You got a friend?" I asked.
He grinned and asked, "Male or female?"
"Male."
He nodded and looked around at the bodies on the sectional
sofa, spotting an equally handsome young man seated at the end,
watching the daisy chain and stroking his own hard cock. He
motioned for the guy to join us and I lay back, spreading my legs
invitingly.
The guy from the foot of the couch knelt between my legs,
sitting on his feet, lifting my hips up and setting my ass down on
his thighs. His fingers opened me up and he pushed his hard cock
inside me. The original guy I had seen next to me straddled me and
covered his cock with my breasts, pumping it through my tit flesh
and into my hungry, open mouth.
I wrapped my lips on his cockhead and ran tight circles around
it with my tongue. The guy between my legs was pumping me harder,
forcing my arousal higher. The cock between my tits was sliding
harder and faster in and out of my mouth, stopping long enough for
me to lick it once, then suck it the next time, then give it a
total tongue bath the next time. Over and over, he repeated that
process until all three of us were groaning and grunting, lost to
our overwhelming passion.
And within seconds, I was gulping cum and feeling hard blasts
of the goby stuff spurting deep inside my cunt. It felt tremendous
and I bathed the cock in my cunt with a rather weak blast of cum.
Both guys quickly disappeared, leaving me laying there
glowing, smiling deliriously, breathing deeply to regain my
composure. I heard the daisy chain emitting cunt-muffled squeals of
orgasm and saw six bodies lurching and twitching.
Soon Mary rose with a smiling, cum-drenched face. She crawled
up to me and kissed me and I tasted the unmistakable taste of
female juice. I licked it from her face and savoured the taste, my
body suddenly jolted upright and my head shooting to one side.
I'd heard a familiar sound. It was a sound I used to hear a
lot, but only infrequently lately. It was a deep, from-the-gut
grunt, followed instantly by a kind of whooshing sigh.
On a sectional sofa in the far comer, I saw him. His body
hovered over a middle-aged redhead whose legs were wrapped around
his waist. My face broke into a huge grin. Frank was getting his
rocks off!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary crawled across the sectional sofas with me. When he saw
us, Frank looked like he would faint. His eyes opened wide and his
jaw dropped to the redhead's tits. His face turned ghostly pale and
his cock shrivelled up and plopped right out of her cunt. He didn't
say a word.
Casually and off-handedly I said, "I tried to call to let you
know I wouldn't be home tonight, but I never got an answer. Are you
going to introduce me to your friend?"
The redhead obviously figured out who I was. Her face turned
as red as her hair and the freckles which covered her entire body.
Frank still didn't say a word. He just stared, bug-eyed in
shock, caught. Mary hugged me tightly with one arm and extended the
other to Frank, cheerfully saying, "Hi, I'm Mary. It's certainly a
pleasure to meet you,Frank."
Frank's eyes shifted from me to Mary, then back to me. He
didn't shake Mary's hand.
I really felt sorry for the guy. It wasn't really fair to
surprise him like that, but he was rolling the dice and he just
happened to crap out.
Still smiling, I said, "Don't worry, Frank, I'm not upset. I'm
glad you've found somebody to make you happy."
Mary and l walked out of the television room arm-in-arm. When
we got into the hot tub room, we both instinctively slid into an
unoccupied tub, feeling the warmth bathe our tired, drained bodies,
feeling the heat suck what remaining energy we had right out of us.
Mary said, "I don't think he'll fight you at all if you ask
him for a divorce, but the poor schmuck doesn't know it, but Helen,
that redhead he's with, is a one-year affair, tops. She latches
onto men, sucks them dry, then moves on for another. Frank have any
money?"
I nodded. "Not a whole lot, but we're comfortable. He's got a
lot of stocks and bonds and some investment property. Makes about
a hundred grand a year.
Mary said, "You'd better get it now. If you don't, Helen will
beat you to it. She's done it to several men. The woman's
notorious."
"What if she isn't his girlfriend? This is, after all, a sex
club."
Mary smiled. "When we get out of the tub, we'll go park our
asses in the bar and wait, see who he leaves with."
I nodded.
Mary moved close to me and wrapped an arm around my waist.
"How do you feel? You hurt? Sad?"
I shrugged. "No matter how lousy a marriage is, it's still sad
to see it coming to an end".
Mary hugged me tighter, soothingly whispering into my ear,
"Sometimes things just happen. It's nobody's fault."
"That's just the thing," I said. "Nothing happened. That was
the problem, nothing at all was happening. Nothing."
Mary said, "Go with your heart. What's it tell you?"
I turned my head and kissed her. Then, breaking off the kiss,
I said, "That's what my heart tells me."
"Go with that feeling," she said.
I laughed and splashed water at her and she wrapped her other
arm around me, hugged me even tighter and kissed me most
passionately.
After only about ten minutes, it was all we could do to crawl
out of that hot tub. We weaved our way to the clothes closet and
retrieved our dresses and heels, slipping them on right there in
the hallway. We then walked through the curtain into the bar.
We were the only two people in there and the cute waitress,
who had earlier been wearing the sexy French maid's uniform with
her tits hanging out, brought us each a glass of white wine and sat
down with us, asking if we had a good time.
We answered her with weary grins and she giggled delightfully.
"That's what everyone says," she said.
"Who'd Helen come in with tonight?" Mary asked.
"Guy named Frank," she replied. I cringed. "Same guy she's
been bringing in last couple nights." She shook her head. "Strange
woman. Comes in with a guy, spends all night in a swingers' club
and never leaves the guy. All that great looking cock in there and
she never leaves the guy's side who brought her in."
She shrugged. "Oh well, she's always been like that. Comes in
with one guy for several months, then another guy for several more
months. Don't know why they don't just stay home and fuck. Would
you go to the supermarket and only buy one thing, the same thing,
every time you went? Seems really boring to me."
"Well, she's got the right guy if she's into boredom," I said.
Mary laughed and the waitress looked at me in confusion.
Mary and I didn't have to stick around any longer. We already
knew what we wanted to find out; so we downed our wine and left.
Mary called in sick that morning and we slept past noon. I
woke up hungry and walked into the kitchen, pulling out a dish
loaded down with strawberries, cherries and slices of pineapple,
peaches, pears and some grapes.
I walked back into the bedroom and looked at Mary stretched
out on her back, the covers off of her, her one leg bent and spread
out to the side. Her naked body looked beautiful.
I silently crept onto the foot of the bed, kneeling between
her legs. I leaned forward holding a plump, juicy strawberry
between my fingers. I touched Mary's pouty labia and opened her up,
pushing that strawberry inside her. She stirred and opened her
eyes, looking down through her breasts at me.
"I'm hungry, I simply said, reaching to the plate and grabbing
a cherry, then inserting it slightly inside Mary's pretty pussy.
She giggled.
I then slipped my hands under her gorgeous ass, pressed my
lips to her pussy lips and wiggled my tongue inside her, tasting
the sweet taste of the fruit mixed with her succulent pussy juices.
I sucked the pieces of fruit out of her and I slowly chewed
them, savouring the taste, loving the fresh smell of her
fruit-tinged cunt and the great taste of fruit covered in hot pussy
juice.
I knew I had developed a serious craving for Mary's pussy and
could imagine nothing finer than being in her vagina. While I
sucked the fruit out of her pussy and savoured the taste, I was in
bliss.
Mary was getting off. Her hands were on my head, trying to
pull my face inside of her. She was moaning fervently and growing
hotter and wetter by the second.
After I sucked that fat and juicy strawberry out of her, I
filled her pussy with another chunk of fruit. Then I continued my
meal, sucking the chunk out of her and savouring the rich pussy
taste as she turned hotter and juicier.
While I slowly chewed the fruit, I sucked her clit between my
lips, munching it along with the fruit, heating the intensity of
her moans increase drastically. I kept it up and Mary's moans
turned to impassioned cries of pure lust.
When that next strawberry came out of her, it was washed out
by her tidal wave of cum. Her body rippled like a wave on the sea.
I could see her orgasm coming before it splashed from her cunt. She
jerked her head, shook her breasts, tightened her tummy and raised
her hips.
When her flow of cum had ebbed, my hunger was satisfied, so I
lay my head on her pussy and fell asleep, breathing in her scent.
It was mid-afternoon when we finally woke again. Mary scurried
about, pulling spangly, sequined gowns out of her closet, tossing
G-strings and pull-away panties and front-hooking bras onto the
bed, asking me to pick out the ones I liked the very best.
I wasn't following the purpose of this little game, but I did
what I was told. "Put the stuff on," she said. "I'm gonna teach you
how to be an exotic dancer."
A wave of arousal swept over my naked body. I did a strip in
reverse, pulling on a blue sequined G-string, running the strap up
the crack of my ass. I pulled on sheer nylons with a subtle blue
tinge to them and a lacy, frilly, blue garter belt, hooking the
garters to the tops of the nylons. I pulled on a skimpy pair of
bikini panties with velcro on both sides. I pulled on a
front-hooking bra which fit me loosely. Mary had fuller tits than
I did. I picked out a brightly sequined, shimmering blue gown with
velcro on the sides, and I pulled on an elbow length pair of white
gloves and stepped into my heels.
I stood before the full-length mirror in Mary's bedroom and
looked at myself. I smiled, liking what I saw. I really looked hot!
When Mary wasn't looking, I swayed my hips exaggeratedly and
giggled.
Mary eyed me with a huge smile on her face, nodding in
approval. She put a tape into her radio and started swaying her
hips to the hard-driving beat. "You ever take dance lessons?" she
asked.
I nodded. "Jazz, tap and ballet until I was 21."
"This should be a piece of cake for you, then," she said.
"Just remember, until you get down to your G-string, teasing is
what it's all about. Make them crazy. Make them beg you to show
them more. Let's see you strut your stuff."
She sat back on the couch and I paraded back and forth across
the living room, picturing myself on the elevated wooden runway at
the bar where Mary worked. I glided gracefully, smiling sexily and
maintaining eye contact with my appreciative audience of one,
seeing her smiling md nodding approvingly.
The first things I took off were the gloves, pulling them
slowly off finger by finger, brushing them playfully across Mary's
face and then tossing them aside.
I pulled the velcro away from the bottom half of the floor
length gown, sticking out my legs one at a time, showing her some
thigh. I pulled open the sides, catching the top before it fell
below my bra, holding it up like I was embarrassed to show my tits"
Then I slowly and lingeringly let it fall, swaying my body
tauntingly.
I danced a little, then turned my back to Mary, unhooking my
bra, holding it over my breasts, giving her teasing looks over my
shoulders, letting the bra straps fall down onto my arms, playfully
turning toward her and pulling each cup out to give her a quick
glimpse of each tit, then covering back up. I was dancing slowly
and seductively toward her, finally pulling both cups wide open and
flashing her my breasts, shaking them and making them sway back and
forth, pulling the bra the rest of the way off and tossing it onto
the pile of discarded clothing.
The music slowed and I perched my ass on a footstool, raising
one leg and letting my hands run the length of my leg, from toes to
upper thighs. I unhooked the garters and very slowly and
deliberately rolled the nylon down my leg. Then, pulling it out
from the toe, let it dangle from my toes, then playfully kicking it
toward the stack of clothing. Then I repeated the slow and
tantalizing procedure with the other leg.
Swaying with the slow, dreamy, music, I played with the
panties, lowering them and pulling them back up, hunching my cunt
toward Mary, turning my back to her and pulling the sides apart,
bending over at the waist and pulling the panties through my legs,
mooning her, then straightening up and flexing one ass cheek at a
time, making them bounce and shake.
Wearing only a G-string and a sexy smile, I danced and pranced
around her living room, shaking my tits and ass, hunching my pussy
toward her. I lay on the floor on my front, lifting my hips and
hunching the hell out of the imaginary lover beneath me. My hip
thrusts increased and I moaned the soft moan of arousal, the moan
of a woman desperately turned on.
My weight was braced on my elbows, which were tucked tightly
against my sides and on my knees. My thighs were clenched tightly
together, flexing madly. Faster and faster, my hips hunched up and
down. I felt the strap of the G-string drawn tightly through my
cheeks, running up the length of the crack of my ass, invisible
except when it emerged at the top. I felt my ass cheeks shake as I
hunched, my eyes tightly closed, my mouth open, emitting the
frantic, straining sounds of rising passion.
My mind was clearly focused on Mary, seeing her beautiful face
pressed against mine, kissing me passionately. Seeing that same
gorgeous face stuffed tightly against my cunt, devouring me like no
one ever had. Seeing her laying cunt-to-cunt with me, and enormous
dildo sliding in and out of both of us at the same time, its
movements powered by our own horny hunching.
Those images sent my pussy into screaming convulsions. I heard
my own shrill shriek and felt the waves of culmination sweep over
my body, making me shake and twitch and jerk spasmodically.
My cunt felt like it was steaming when I slowly rose to my
feet. I turned to Mary and broke out laughing. She was sitting on
the couch with a rolled dollar bill between her lips, her eyes
feasting on my body.
I climbed onto the couch, straddling her, and knelt right
before her, my knees pressing against the back cushions of the
couch. I was only halfway squatting, keeping my G-stringed, soggy
cunt at mouth level.
Just as I had seen Mary do at the titty bar, I held out my
G-string in front and watched her head move slightly forward,
seeing her lips pucker, feeling that dollar bill penetrating my
labia. Then it entered my cunt lips and Mary took a deep breath,
inhaling my odour of cum and sighing sweetly. I soon felt Mary's
lips pressed against my pussy lips, feeling her tongue sliding into
me. Her tongue wiggled all around, licking my cummy cunt, tasting
me, making my juices start churning again, giving me an incredibly
overpowering feeling of lust.
Mary broke the rules of the titty bar and held me firmly by
the ass, pulling my hot pussy tighter against her face. Her tongue
stayed inside me, wiggling around, driving me insane with passion.
Her fingers dug deeply into my cheeks.
Then her tongue slithered out of me and she sucked my clit
into her mouth, mashing it between her tightly drawn lips, rolling
it over and over, flicking its tip with her tongue. She was moaning
into my cunt and the vibrations drove me wild.
She ate me for an eternity. I restrained my unbridled lust
from soaring as rapidly as I felt it. I relaxed my entire body,
wanting the feeling to last forever. Ever so slowly I built toward
an orgasm, forcing Mary to do all the work, wanting to feel totally
manipulated and pushed to the breaking point.
She was doing it to me. Somehow, she worked my clit between
her upper lip and her top teeth and kept pulling on it as her
tongue slithered back inside of me. Her tongue stiffened and began
probing in and out of me, fucking me hard, making me squeal and
whimper with the overwhelming sensations sweeping over my body. I
leaned forward, my head resting against the wall behind the couch,
my hand helping to brace me on the back of the couch.I felt my
resistance slipping away. I was so turned on that my body felt like
it was melting. Her tongue filled up my cunt and I was bathing it
in my dripping juices.
Then my body shook and I gasped and I filled her hungry mouth
with my hot cum. My cunt contracted around her tongue and my juices
flowed like I was a fountain. Mary ravenously sucked my cunt,
coaxing all of my juices from me, making my body shake and strain,
draining me.
Soon, I dropped lightly to the couch next to her and lay back
against the soft throw pillows at the end of it. I saw my cum
glistening on Mary's lips and chin and saw her smiling warmly.
"You'd make one hell of a dancer, lady," she softly said.
I just grinned in response, my breasts rising and falling,
swelling with each deep breath I took.
"We've got dancers working now with at least a couple of years
of experience who aren't as hot as you are. You're really something
else!"
I gasped a breathy thanks and watched her lean against the
opposite arm of the couch, spreading her legs around mine, flashing
me her pretty, bare pussy through the open cave of the dress she
had pulled on earlier.
Mary pulled the dress up, raising her hips and pulling the
dress above them. Her bare hips lowered back onto the couch and
both of her hands rested on her pretty pussy. Her nimble fingers
went to work on herself, giving me a show.
I watched that gorgeous woman spread herself open and diddle
her engorged clit with both thumbs and both forefingers. The middle
finger and ring finger from each hand slid inside her pretty, pink
pussy and both pinkie fingers poked between her ass cheeks, pushing
against her puckered back door.
Her hands moved slowly, her fingers doing all the work, her
hands hardly moving at all. I stared intently at those lovely
fingers working slowly in and out of her, seeing her other fingers
flicking rapidly back and forth, rubbing herself steadily toward
orgasm. I could see her juicy, pink insides and could hear her
fingers making her juices squish as her arousal built with the same
intensity with which her fingers were moving.
Noticeably harder and faster she frigged herself. Her pretty
face bore the expression of passion, her eyes closed tightly, her
mouth open and her lips puckered like she was reaching for someone
to kiss. Her nostrils were flared and her voice was making gasping,
whimpering sounds, the sounds of a woman completely lost to her
passion, intent on one thing, cumming.
The squishing of her fingers plowing her pussy grew
considerably louder, as did her whimpering. Her breasts shook like
they were filled with jelly as her arms pummelled them, working her
fingers in and out of herself methodically. I could smell her and
she smelled great. I saw her juices coat her fingers and her thighs
clench tightly around her hands.
Within seconds, Mary's luscious body shook and she let out a
high-pitched squeal. Her hands held rigid against her spasming cunt
and she came hard, soaking her hands with her freely flowing
juices. Her body trembled spasmodically with each wave of cum.
I watched in awe, loving the performance she was putting on
for me, incredibly feeling myself getting all hot and creamy again.
as I watched that beautiful sight. Mary was a beautiful, sexy
woman, a sexual woman, just like I was becoming.
Her body finally relaxed and she lay there looking as limp as
I felt, smiling that serene, enchanting, glowing smile of a woman
blissfully content, a woman who has just cum and feels at peace
with herself. Just looking at her radiant, contented smile made my
cunt quiver and I once again became aware of just how hot and
creamy I was.
Mary must have somehow sensed it, because she moved one of her
legs around so that her foot was pressing against my cunt. Her big
toe penetrated my pussy lips and began sliding up and down the hot
and juicy inside of my labia.
It felt wonderful! I shifted one of my feet around so I could
do the same to her and ran my big toe up and down the length of her
slit, loving the feel of her moisture around my toe.
We both lay fairly motionless, each of us watching our big
toes manipulating the other's pussy. It was slightly kinky, yet
gloriously intimate contact. We were both smiling huge, sexy
smiles, both of us feeling our arousal returning, both of us loving
every conceivable way we could come in contact with the other's
creamy cunt.
We were both in love with the other's body, with making the
other cum. We were both in love with sex. And, quite possibly, we
were in love with each other, too. I had never been happier.
I felt her heavy lubrication bathing my toe in a warm
steambath and my toe felt like it would look like a prune when it
came out of her, all wrinkled from her incredibly moist heat. My
pussy was so hot and wet that I imagined her big toe would wrinkle
up like a prune, too, especially since we were only half-heartedly
straining. No urgency anymore to our sex. We were comfortable with
each other and liked it nice and slow now, the savouring kind of
sex where you gradually build to a peak, only peaking when your
body has been pushed far beyond the limits of restraint.
My other toes had probed their way between her cheeks and one
of them was pushing against her asshole. Mary was as much an anal
girl as me and she squirmed her hips around until one toe had
actually penetrated her ass. Her other toes probed between my
cheeks and I squirmed around until one of her toes was up my ass,
too.
And that set off the fireworks. I don't know what it is about
getting my ass reamed, even softly and slightly by a small toe, but
it invariably sends me hurtling straight over the edge, making my
arousal a hundred times more intense. And getting her ass reamed by
my toe was having the same effect on Mary. Her luscious body was
writhing hard against my foot. Her pretty face was knotted up in
orgasmic exertion, as mine was. Her hands were covering her own
breasts, rubbing them hard, pinching her nipples to erections, as
mine were. Our responses to sexual stimuli were so similar that it
seemed as if our bodies were magically in time. My perfect sexual
mate! And I seemed to be hers, as well.
Our toes pumped the other's pussy with a frenzy and our hips
squirmed madly, responding to this new twist in our sex life. We
were both squealing and grunting, whimpering and gasping. Our
nipples were stiff and tingling and our toes were saturated.
And then, just as if it was one orgasm we were sharing between
us, our bodies lurched and our pussies spasmed. We rained our hot,
musky juices all over the other's big toe, the toe we had up the
other's ass feeling the contractions of our assholes as we came.
And, without saying a word or moving a muscle, we both slipped
into sleep, our toes remaining inside the other's cunt and ass as
we slept and dreamed hot dreams of wild, uninhibited sex.
Mary retrieved the platter of fruit from the refrigerator and
we lay at opposite ends of the couch tossing chunks of fruit into
each other's mouth, mostly missing.
I felt so natural and at ease with her. I felt like I could do
or say anything to her and she would like whatever it was I had
said. So, I asked, "How do you feel about light bondage and fucking
another woman's husband while she watches?"
"What? You want me to fuck Frank?"
I laughed. "No, not Frank. Frank's into redheads right now
anyway. I was thinking of a young couple I know. They're actually
responsible for my sexual liberation. He's an absolute hunk, and
she's one of those adorably cute things you just want to hug to
your breast."
"A little cutie like her wants to get tied up?" Mary asked in
disbelief.
I nodded. "She's a really horny woman. Likes women as well as
men. I mentioned this fantasy I'd had about seeing her tied up, her
husband and me teasing her and making her cum until she can't cum
anymore, and him and me getting it on right next to her while she
watches, and she liked the idea."
"Think they'd feel uncomfortable with me there, too?" Mary
asked a little sheepishly.
I shook my head. "No, I think they'd both fall madly in love
with you, just as I have."
Mary smiled so sweetly that I felt my insides melting. Just
looking at that luscious creature made me horny as hell!
"Mary, will you do me a favour?" I asked
She smiled warmly and said, "Of course." "Would you stick your
toes up me again?"
She laughed and we toe-fucked each other for a good hour.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary took to Annie and David instantly and they to her. In
fact, less than fifteen minutes after we had arrived, Annie walked
over to Mary, who was seated on the couch, sat on her lap, wrapped
her arms around Mary's shoulders and gave her a deep, passionate
kiss.
I had wondered how Mary would take to David, being a lesbian,
but she seemed to warm up to him, as well.
When Annie broke off the kiss and rose from Mary's lap, she
began taunting David, smiling impishly, mischief showing on her
face. She began telling him how she was thinking of switching to
women because she wouldn't risk becoming frustrated with a cock
going limp before she had gotten her rocks off. She then proceeded
to tell him he was such a wimp, that he was too nice, that he never
picked her up in his arms and threw her down on the bed just to
fuck her for the hell of it. She was clearly acting out a role,
trying to provoke him into initiating the bondage scene we were all
anticipating.
Finally, after she had told him that she had been naughty and
fingered herself that afternoon while thinking about the man who
lived next door, David rose from his chair, picked her up in his
arms and carried her into the bedroom, signalling us with his head
to follow them.
David sat on the edge of the bed and turned Annie over his
lap. She was wearing jogging shorts and a tee-shirt. Holding her
tightly with one arm, David pulled her jogging shorts and cotton
panties down from her hips, pulling them down her legs and off.
Annie pulled off her own tee-shirt while her husband was depantsing
her.
She lay naked across his lap, her cute little ass sticking up
toward his face. Mary and I leaned against the doorframe watching,
our cunts slowly turning warm and moist.
David raised one arm and his open hand slapped her cute butt.
Her ass shook with the force of the blow, although it wasn't a very
hard slap. Annie had been right about her husband's lack of
aggression. Even though his wife had provoked him into spanking
her, he wasn't about to hurt her.
Annie squirmed on his lap, a huge grin stretching from
ear-to-ear. Again his open hand slapped her ass, making her soft
cheeks and tight thighs shake.
Three more times David smacked her ass until it glowed
beet-red. Annie was gasping and moaning, sort of growling after
that last smack.
David looked up to us and said, "Rifle her drawers and dig out
some silk scarves so we can tie this little wench up."
Mary and l dug into Annie's dresser drawers and we pulled out
half-dozen long, soft, silk scarves.
David threw his wife onto her back and straddled her, sitting
on top of her and holding her arms out above her, toward the top
two corners of their dark wood, four-poster bed.
Mary and I scurried around to opposite sides of the bed. We
wrapped the silk scarves around her wrists and tied them to the
bedposts. The scarves certainly weren't tied tightly enough to stop
circulation, but they were secure enough that Annie wouldn't be
able to pull herself free.
While David remained seated on his wife, who was playfully
squirming, acting like she was trying to get free, Mary and I
looped scarves around her ankles and bound her to the bottom two
posts of the bed.
Then David got off of her and the three of us lustfully ogled
her spread-eagled, naked, bound body. Annie looked absolutely
edible and my cunt juices started churning in earnest.
Mary set her silk scarf on Annie's cunt, then began getting
undressed. David watched her undress and his cock bulged even
harder with every new inch of creamy skin she bared.
Mary crawled onto the bed, as naked as Annie, and crouched
between Annie's legs, picking up the silk scarf and holding it in
both hands, pressing it against Annie's gaping cunt. Mary held both
ends of the scarf, pushing it harder against the hot and naked
beauty, rubbing it between Annie's legs. Annie raised her hips as
far off the bed as she could, maybe six inches or so, her weight
braced on her feet and shoulders, and the scarf disappeared between
her pouty labia and the cheeks of her ass.
Annie's face was knotted in erotic contortions and her mouth
was opened slightly, breathy gasps and moans clearly audible,
showing she was as turned on by this bondage scene as the rest us
were.
Mary pulled the scarf back and forth through Annie's hot and
juicy slit and her pert ass cheeks with an increasing fervour,
rubbing the hot and horny woman closer and closer toward orgasm.
David and I stared spellbound at gorgeous Mary giving cute
Annie a silken saddle. With our eyes firmly fixed on the horny
action on the bed, we both undressed slowly, not missing a single
second of our voyeuristic extravaganza I felt my nipples stiffening
and tingling and my cunt lubricating and heating up. Out of the
comer of my eye "I saw David's cock standing straight out in front
of him, hard as a rock and ready for sex.
Mary's arms were moving up and down harder and faster, making
her luscious breasts shake wildly. Her nipples were incredibly
erect and even her bouncy ass was shaking slightly from her
exertion. Her eyes were squarely focused on Annie's hot little cunt
and she was leaning forward so she could get a close-up view and
could smell Annie's hot juices.
Annie was twisting and turning, her hips still about six
inches off the bed. Her eyes were closed tightly and her face
showed her exertion. Her frenzied vocal responses were growing far
more urgent, displaying an imminent orgasm.
David and I sat at the foot of the bed and David leaned over
until his face was at Mary's ass. His mouth opened wide and he gave
one of her cheeks an oral working over while one of his hands
kneaded the other cheek. His other hand slid between her legs and
I saw his long middle finger disappear inside Mary's juicy cunt.
She gasped and began hunching her hot cunt against David's invading
finger, her tight hunching matching the tempo of the up and down
motions of that silk scarf rubbing through Annie's labia.
Within just a couple of minutes Annie came. Her entire body
twitched and jerked and she grunted a long, slow, deep grunt which
originated in the gut and worked its way past her lips.
Mary kept rubbing that silk scarf against Annie until the
woman stopped cumming and rested her cute ass back down on the bed.
Then Mary turned loose of it and pushed her hips back until David's
face was pressed against her juicy cunt. David twisted his body
around until he lay on his back. Mary sat on his face, rubbing her
cunt against his hungry mouth. His tongue stretched far out and
penetrated her and Mary humped it.
As I watched intently, I reached over and pulled the scarf
from between Annie's legs, holding it over my face and deeply
breathing in Annie's musky scent of orgasm. Her aroma acted like an
aphrodisiac and my cunt turned progressively hotter and creamier
with each deep breath I drew, aided considerably by the sight of
Mary fucking David's tongue.
David reached both hands to Mary's cunt and held her wide
open, shoving his tongue as far inside her as he could. His tongue
began thrusting in and out of her while Mary was gasping and
moaning, churning her hips against David's face, her passion rising
fast.
Just as David's thumb and forefinger locked around Mary's
engorged clit, I reached over and did the same to Annie's swollen
little bud, rubbing it between my fingers, feeling it grow, hearing
her passionate moaning return, joining Mary's sounds of sex. It was
an erotic symphony building toward a rousing climax.
Two of David's fingers replaced his tongue and Annie craned
her neck to see her husband eating the beautiful blonde.
I felt moist heat emanating from Annie's cunt as I rubbed her
clit and felt my own lubrication oozing out of my cunt. I was so
horny then that I would have fucked the doorknob if I could have
torn myself away from my voyeuristic delight on the bed. My pussy
was burning and my juices churning. I knew better than to work
myself off, though. Soon enough I would have David's hard cock
Plumbing me.
It took Mary nearly another five minutes of squishing,
slapping fingering from David to get off. She held back as long as
she could, savouring the experience of having another woman's
husband eat and finger her while his wife, tied up, watched. When
she came, she drenched David's face, pumping her hips back and
forth to spread her heavy flow of cum over every inch of his cheeks
and mouth. His face glistened with her hot juices.
He was smiling when Mary rolled off of him. He saw me lying
next to his wife, my legs spread invitingly. He crawled over his
wife's legs and knelt between mine, reaching to me and opening me
up, looking down at me and watching his long, hard cock penetrate
me.
David took long and slow strokes, pulling out until only his
swollen cockhead remained inside of me, pushing in until our pubic
hair matted together. Both of his hands dug into my soft ass cheeks
and one of his fingers pressed tightly against my puckered asshole.
An erotic shiver raced up and down my spine and every nerve ending
in my body was tingling.
I felt Mary's and Annie's gazes on me, watching me twist,
turn, gasp and moan my way toward orgasm. The sound of David's hard
cock squishing through my juicy pussy was very audible.
A wet dream come true! Annie all tied up and helpless,
vulnerable, watching her handsome husband fuck me silly. I no
longer merely had to imagine it. It was happening for real right
then and there and my cunt was responding.
I was shrieking, my body thrashing wildly underneath David's
massive body as his finger penetrated my tight asshole and his huge
cock slammed in and out of me, probing me relentlessly like a
piledriver, pumping in and out of me.
I came quickly and kept right on squirming and hunching. The
bedspread under my ass was soaked with my juices. I was getting
David's cock up my cunt, his finger up my ass and his tongue
pumping my mouth!
I was on fire. My entire body had turned into one big cunt. My
passion consumed me and I was frantically humping and hunching,
gasping and shrieking, hell-bent on cumming again.
David grunted soon and I felt his huge blasts of goby, gooey
cum spurting deep inside me. I literally screamed and an orgasm
flowed from deep inside me, feeling like it originated at my toes,
travelled up my trembling thighs, rushed through my tingling ass,
surged up my spine with an intense rush, enveloped my tits, sped
through my gut and spewed from my spasming cunt with the deep force
of lava blasting from a volcano.
A river of cum erupted spasmodically from my wildly spasming
cunt, thoroughly drenching David's crotch and soaking the bedspread
so completely that I just knew they would have to turn he mattress
over at the end of the evening. That mattress would reek of pussy
juice for months to come. I smiled at that.
Mary was straddling Annie's stomach, both hands covering the
petite woman's breasts, palms pressing down, fingers digging deeply
into the soft tit flesh. It was time to drive Annie wild!
"Don't touch her cunt," David said, reading my mind. "Let's
see if we can drive her wild with her passion. Make her beg to be
fucked."
Mary and I grinned big, silly grins, both of us secretly
wishing we were in Annie's place. Being driven wild by two
beautiful women and a hunk of a husband sounded like pure heaven on
earth to me.
I straddled Annie's cute face and eased my dripping cunt onto
her hungry mouth. I ground myself against her, feeling her tongue
slither between my labia feeling her husband's cum rolling down the
walls of my pussy, headed directly for her hungry mouth. She
pressed her lips tightly against my pussy lips and sucked me,
sucking David's gobs of cum right out of me.
Annie moaned and her mouth moved. She was savouring the taste
of the erotic mixture of my juices combined with her husband's. Her
tongue reached inside me for more and her lips remained pressed
against my pouty labia.
Right in front of me, Mary was now leaning over, sucking each
tit hard, leaving a sheen of saliva on each breast, sucking the
nipples into hard knots.
Behind her, David was bent over, licking the tender insides of
his wife's thighs. He had begun at her toes, sucking each toe and
leaving a thin coating of his wetness on each one. His tongue had
travelled up her calves and had playfully licked the sensitive
backs of her knees. He was now licking and lightly nibbling the
insides of her thighs, and Annie's frantic moans of excitement
vibrated through my cunt, making me lubricate and making my juices
churn hard, giving her hungry mouth more to savour, more to taste.
Annie's moans thrilled me like she had shoved a vibrator up my
cunt. The woman's deep moans, gasps and squeals shook my pussy
walls hard and sent me into a frenzy. I hunched my hot cunt harder
against her hungry mouth and felt her devouring me. My clit
throbbed and I was moaning and gasping nearly as deeply as Annie
was.
Mary's head bobbed up and down like she was giving head to two
cocks rather than two nipples. Her wild moans were vibrating
Annie's nipples while David reached up and fingered the luscious
blonde's cunt with a frenzied, ass-slapping motion.
David worked his way down Annie's other thigh, his mouth never
touching his wife's cunt, although she had thrust it at him as his
face passed by and headed for her other thigh.
When David had made it all the way down her other leg, he
rested on his calves. Mary soon rolled off of Annie, resting by her
side.
I spun around and straddled Annie's breasts. I held one of her
tits to my cunt, squeezing it and penetrating myself with her taut,
firm nipple. I hunched my ass off against her tit, feeling my
excitement progress, compounding itself.
I was not only fucking myself with Annie's tit, I was also
performing. I was very conscious of the fact that I was putting on
a show for Mary, David and Annie. Three sets of eyes devoured me,
watching my every move, studying every inch of my body, visually
drinking in my sexual excitement.
I rubbed Annie's hard nipple against my tingling clit, taking
myself hurtling toward the brink. Then I shoved the pert nipple
back inside my creamy cunt and fucked it, leaving a shining layer
of my juice on her breast. My juices oozed out of me and Annie
smiled as her eyes held magnetically on my cunt.
It seemed to take an eternity for me to reach orgasm. My body
held perched on the brink. My hip thrusts against her breast were
intense. My body was rigid. My jaws were locked. I was gasping from
near exhaustion, from the intense exertion of working myself off,
trying to cum again. My body felt very weak after having cum so
much every day for the last several days, but I was determined to
get off again, to soak her tit with an intense steambath of cum.
I came. My body whiplashed uncontrollably and my hair whipped
Annie's face. Every ounce of strength I had left in my body flowed
right out of my cunt, bathing Annie's lovely breast.
When my flow of cum ebbed, I rolled to the side opposite Mary
and lay panting and exhausted, tingling, my heart beating hard, a
huge, satisfied, smile painted on my face.
David took my place and wrapped his cock between Annie's
breasts, my cum rubbing off on his cock and his pubic hair. He took
long, slow strokes through her cupped breasts, his cockhead
entering his wife's hungry mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly
around it and gave him plenty of frenzied tongue action. When his
cock emerged from her mouth, it glistened with saliva and
disappeared back underneath her soft tit mountains.
His fingers dug deeply into her flesh, her nipples trapped
between two fingers on each hand. Over and over again, his cock
slid through her breasts and entered her mouth, lingering there
while she slithered her tongue all around it and sucked it.
Soon, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, unleashed her
breasts, rose his hips off her slightly, wrapped his fist tightly
around his swollen bone and began jerking off.
His tightly wrapped fist travelled the length of his yummy
cock, pounding hard and fast back and forth, making the skin on his
cock pull back and forth, making his big, heavy balls sway and
shake with the force of his intense pounding.
David's handsome face was knotted up, showing his exertion.
The muscles of his stomach rippled and he gripped himself even
tighter and pounded his cock repeatedly.
Over and over, that hand slammed back and forth along that
gorgeous cock. Finally, David grunted and his fist held still. His
body jerked forward so that he was hovering over his wife and his
hard cock spit several hard blasts of his milky white cum onto her
pretty tits. His hand slid back and forth again, milking a few more
spurts from his swollen bone.
Gobs of cum rested on both of her breasts and David slid back
between her bound and parted legs, looking straight up her gaping
cunt as Mary straddled her, bent forward and devoured the tiny
woman's cum-drenched tits.
Mary hungrily licked David's jism from Annie's breasts, then
sucked the breast which I had fucked, licking what remained of my
cum off of it.
Mary straightened up then and buried both of her hands between
her own widely parted legs. Her fingers opened herself up and Annie
gazed straight into her hot, pink insides, a smile covering her
cute face as she hungrily licked her lips.
Mary showed an easy adeptness with her fingerbanging, showing
she was experienced beyond my wildest dreams. She trapped her
engorged clit between both thumbs and rubbed it hard. She slid the
first two fingers from each hand inside her gaping cunt and probed
herself. Her ring fingers spread her ass cheeks apart and her
pinkie fingers penetrated her asshole.
The gorgeous, hot, horny and unbelievably sexy blonde was
ramming both hands in and out of her, filling her own pussy and ass
with her own fingers, banging herself relentlessly in both hot
holes.
All three of us watched, our mouths hanging open, staring. A
totally sexual woman finger-banging both her cunt and her ass at
the same time, rubbing her own clit as well, displaying a manual
dexterity most people have never even dreamed about, was a truly
awesome sight.
Pretty soon those inevitable, easily recognizable squishing
sounds started coming from her hot and juicy cunt as her fingers
probed through her mounting wetness. Over and over, her palms
slapping the insides of her thighs and the bottoms of her ass
cheeks, Mary drove her fingers home, reaming herself, fucking her
own hot pussy, driving herself toward an explosive orgasm. Her back
was arched and her head tossed back.
Her mouth was open, emitting frenzied gasping and deep
moaning, the unmistakable sounds of sex. Her breasts were
semi-flattened, stretched by her arched back, and her nipples
pointed out in close to half-inch erections. Muscles rippled across
her stomach, in her thighs and her ass was flexed tightly, her
asshole undoubtedly spasming around her invading pinkie fingers.
I felt my pussy churning and my nipples tingling. Even through
extreme exhaustion, Mary's body and her proud, unashamed,
uninhibited displays of complete sexuality had the power to turn me
on. David's cock had returned from its flaccid state to stiffness,
and Annie was squirming and moaning in a deep frenzy, wanting with
all her heart and soul to reach out and grab beautiful, sexy Mary.
Soon Mary's spasming pussy rained a fine mist of cum onto
Annie's breasts. Mary gasped, then grunted, and her entire body
shook with the force of her orgasmic exertion. The woman was
cumming!
And that was enough. That's all it took. Annie squealed and
her bound body tugged at its restraints, but she wasn't trying to
escape. He arousal had been pushed beyond the limits. She was
cumming. With no direct contact to her pussy, with no clitoral
stimulation, Annie was cumming!
David crawled off the bed and reached into the nightstand next
to the bed. He pulled out a dildo and twisted the base, making the
fake cock shake and buzz wildly. Nearly ten inches long and
Probably three inches in circumference, that thing was downright
impressive! I imagined how it would feel, filling me up totally,
stretching me to my limits, making my entire body vibrate.
David knelt between his wife's widely spread legs. His fingers
opened her up and he eased that monster inside her. Annie squealed,
then shriekedand her body twisted and squirmed, pure
sexualityenveloping her entire being.
David buried the fake cock all the way inside her and left it
there. He motioned for Mary and me to follow him and we walked out
of the bedroom, leaving Annie bound to the four corners of the bed,
totally helpless and vulnerable, that buzzing fake cock shaking her
like crazy, turning her on so much that she was already fixed on
the brink of orgasm.
The three of us stood just outside the bedroom, out of Annie's
sight, listening intently to her frenzied shrieks and grunts. We
peeked cautiously around the corner, seeing that gorgeous, body
shaking, twisting, squirming, being turned on beyond belief!
Annie was cumming wildly. One orgasm led to another. I lost
count at four, totally overwhelmed by the woman's loss of control,
by her submission to her arousal, by her total sexuality.
Finally, when she was crying for relief, we reentered the room
and David pulled the sex toy out of his wife's drenched cunt. Mary
and I both gave it head, tasting Annie's juices all over it,
watching intently as David hovered over his wife and fucked her.
His hard cock pistoned rapidly in and out of her steaming cunt
until he filled her overheated honeypot with his spurting spunk.
I couldn't get the huge grin off my face. It had been three
hours since we had initially tied up Annie. It had been three hours
of non-stop sex. It had been three of the hottest hours I had ever
spent in my life. Living out my wet dream was even greater than I
had imagined!
CHAPTER NINE
I entered the house quietly, creeping through the living room
as noiselessly as a burglar. Her car was in the driveway and I
wanted to get a peek, just some proof, that my husband really could
still get it up.
The bedroom door was open. I had my back to the hall wall,
creeping along ever so silently to avoid detection. The sounds
coming from my bedroom told me I could see the action for myself.
The sounds themselves told me Frank really could get it up, but I
had to see that stiff cock with my own eyes to really believe it.
I was right at the door, my body pressed back against the
wall. I could lean a few inches forward and see the bed. I stood
still, not leaning forward, debating the wisdom of catching Frank
in the act, wondering if by some weird quirk of fate I could
possibly feel jealous or betrayed. I nearly laughed. How could
someone who had fucked so much non-stop for several days, with a
wide assortment of lovers, feel betrayed?
I built up my courage and inched my torso forward, peering
around the corner, nearly gasping at the sight. The redhead was on
her knees and shoulders, her ass up in the air. Frank was kneeling
behind her, his hands holding her ass cheeks widely apart, his hard
cock-his very hard cock-pumping in and out of her ass!
He was fucking her ass! He had never shown any interest in
reaming my ass! And hers was flabby! The redhead had a meaty, saggy
ass, certainly not a tenth as nice and firm and round and pert as
mine! But there he was, my husband, fucking her.
His cock was harder than I had seen it in a long time. Her
knees were tucked up underneath her breasts and her face was
knotted in a rather pleasant expression, eyes tightly closed, mouth
open, strain showing on her expression.
Frank looked excited as hell. I wondered how long it would
take him to cum. It had never taken him very long with me, and then
that pecker shrank up to nothing. He was smiling broadly. His eyes
were open and staring directly at the redhead's ass and his cock,
watching himself pump her rump. His body was tensed, his muscles
flexed, his body rocking back and forth with a fervour, his cock
pumping in and out with a rhythmic precision.
She was shrieking with every thrust his cock made up her ass.
He was moaning deeply, gasping occasionally, softly murmuring, "I
love your ass! I love watching my cock pump in and out of you.
You're so fucking hot!"
I stood in the doorway staring in awe at my lustless husband
behaving like a sex-crazed stud, fucking the hell out of his
mistress, wondering if she was really liking it as much as her
vocal reactions indicated.
I wondered how many men had pumped her rump and how many had
fucked her loose pussy. And I shook my head in disbelief, feeling
jealous. Me, the woman who had been creaming with Mary, Annie and
David just minutes before, was feeling a burning rage.
Why was I feeling so insanely jealous? Did I really want to
restore my relationship with Frank? Or was I seeing him merely as
a possession which was slipping away from me? If that possession
was slipping away from me, though, whose fault was it? Was it
Frank's for neglecting me, or was it mine for giving up on him and
running around with anybody who would fuck me?
Well, I really didn't run around with anyone who would fuck
me. After all, Annie was one of the world's cutest women, and David
one of the world's super-hunks. And his brother! His brother was to
die for! And then there was Mary. Sweet, beautiful, sexy,
well-built Mary, the totally uninhibited, seemingly insatiable
lover. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen and easily the
sexiest, most thoroughly sexual woman I had ever encountered.
No, I hadn't sacked up with just anyone who had a yen for my
pussy. I had jumped into bed with some of the sexiest people on the
face of this planet, people who any normal person would want to
spend a night with.
Each of my lovers had made me feel like a sexy woman, like a
sensuous lover. Each had made me feel desirable. Just the mere fact
that I was head over heels in love with Mary, a woman, gave
testimony to the fact that some rather earth-shaking changes had
taken place with me. I had never loved a woman before and here I
was so quickly experienced in the ways of woman-to-woman
lovemaking.
So why in the hell was I feeling so torn up about seeing my
husband porking some over the hill redhead in her flabby ass? And
why was my pussy churning at the sight? Why were my nipples
tingling like they always did when waves of sexual excitement
rolled over my body? Had I turned into a nymphomaniac? Was I now a
slut?
Even though I had caught Frank with his dick up some common
slut's ass, he would turn the tables on me. I was sure of that. He
would insist I had driven him into her arms, or into her ass to be
more precise.
But how could he make that claim? I had found out about his
philandering before he had found out about mine! If I played it
cool and didn't admit to anything, how could he possibly say I had
driven him up the redhead's ass?
He might say I had neglected his needs. I nearly laughed at
that. I had tried my hardest to seduce him and turn him on. It was
he who played dead night after night, ignoring my sexual needs.
He might say I was too horny, too sexually demanding for him.
But how could he say that when I had caught him fucking the
redhead?
Maybe he'd insist I had been too square for him, not kinky
enough. I had never taken hold of his cock and shoved it up my ass,
that's true, but he had never even wiggled a finger up my ass
except by accident! He wasn't even too keen on oral sex! I had
tried to suck him off several times, but he had always pulled my
head away and shoved his cock up my cunt. I had tried to get him to
eat me numerous times, but he always forced his head away and
shoved his cock up my cunt instead of his tongue.
Now I was curious to see his reaction. I didn't want to
interrupt, though. I wanted to watch him cum and was pretty
surprised that he hadn't yet. The 30-Second Wonder was increasing
his endurance considerably!
It took a full three minutes more for him to cum. Not bad,
considering he was fucking the tightest hole the redhead had. That
had to be an endurance record for Frank.
When he backed his hips away from hers and his cock plopped
out of her ass, she turned over and pulled him to her, kissing him
passionately. Standing in the doorway, I cleared my throat.
Two heads shot instantly to the doorway. Two faces instantly
turned beet-red. They both looked like they'd like to suddenly
become invisible, or run out the room and never come back. I had
never seen two more shocked faces.
Neither of them said a word. They continued staring,
wide-eyed, their faces turning almost purple.
I took a couple of steps into the bedroom. They were laying
naked on the bed upon which I had spent many blissful days
fingering myself to orgasm, because Frank couldn't satisfy my
sexual needs. And now there he was on that very same bed satisfying
another woman. I felt an anger boiling deep inside me, a rage
churning in my gut. I really didn't feel betrayed, just angry at
the circumstances.
I struggled to control my emotions, not wanting to be a
screaming, spiteful bitch. I just wanted to know why Frank couldn't
fuck me the way he had just fucked her. No accusations or guilt
trips. I just wanted to know, that's all.
I struggled with the phrasing, taking my time, letting them
both sweat a little. I knew they were waiting for me to say
something and the silence made them squirm in their guilt a little
more.
Finally, I said, "I'll bet that really felt terrific!"
Their shocked expressions remained unchanged.
"No, I mean it," I said. "I've always wondered how it would
feel to get my ass reamed. I always thought it would be areal trip!
How was it? Was it as good as I've always imagined it to be?"
More silence, then, Frank said, "Why are you doing this?"
I looked at him incredulously. "I'm asking because I want to
know! You have no idea how much I wanted you to do that to me!
Hell, you wouldn't even eat my pussy, let alone fuck my ass! I'm
asking because I want to know! How did it feel?"
I was playing the part to perfection, not even hinting that
I'd had my ass reamed in recent days and knew exactly how wonderful
it felt.
Frank muttered, "It was okay."
The redhead's head shot around to him and now she was looking
at him incredulously. "Okay? Just okay? Not sensational? Not like
you said while you were doing it?"
Poor Frank. The poor fool looked dumbfounded. He said nothing
in his defense.
"How 'bout you?" I asked the redhead. "Did you like it?"
Very matter of factly, she replied, "I certainly did! I love
getting my rump humped. And Frankie is very good at it, too."
Frankie? He hadn't been called Frankie in years!
What was different about her? What did Frank see in her that
he no longer saw in me? Was it merely the thrill and adventure of
fucking around? Or was there something more to it?
"Honestly, I'm not angry," I said in calm, soothing,
reassuring tones. "I just want to know something, that's all. What
happened? Why did our sex life die, Frank?"
Frank looked sheepish. They both lay on their sides now,
Frank's cock deflated. Very slowly and reluctantly, he said, "It
wasn't you, baby, it was me. I had all these kinky things in my
head and I didn't think you'd enjoy them. You always seemed so pure
and so nice to me that I didn't want to offend you with some of the
things I wanted."
My jaw must have dropped to my breasts. I shook my head in
disbelief. "What sort of kinky things, Frank? I mean, really, I
have hungered for you to fuck my ass, eat my cunt, let me suck you
off, for you to give me a cum bath-hell, I'd even like for you to
tie me up and get downright nasty with me."
Frank looked truly shocked. His cock started swelling back to
a semi-erect state. A smile crept across his face. "You mean you
want kinky stuff!"I nodded.
"Would you join us right now, here on the bed?"
I looked at the sleazy redhead. I looked her over from head to
toe, seeing her floppy, saggy breasts, her loose stomach and her
saggy, protruding pussy. I remembered the warnings from the barmaid
and shook my head.
"Not with her, Frank. But I do know some people who would like
to join us. Get rid of her and we can explore this a little
further."
With that said, I turned on my heels and walked out of the
bedroom. A feeling of warmth enveloped my body and a smile crept
across my face.
Frank may not be much, but he's mine. I had invested a
considerable amount of time in him and wasn't quite ready to give
up on that investment without seeing first if his claims to a kinky
sex life were valid. I realized I could no longer be totally
faithful to Frank, not ever again, but if he was willing to share
me, things might improve. If he was serious about wanting kink,
then he could get off watching me eat another woman's pussy. He
would probably even like to join in and make it a threesome or a
moresome.
I walked into the study and dialled Mary's number. With the
door shut so I wouldn't have to witness Frank escorting the redhead
out of our house, I replayed the episode of the last half hour or
so to Mary. I could tell she was getting excited.
Her excitement wasn't for Frank, of course. It was for me. We
were in love and, perhaps, a dual residency would work out. I could
spend some of my time living at home with Frank and the rest of my
time living with Mary, then bring Annie and David down to the house
frequently. Maybe we'd swap partners if Annie would go for it. The
possibilities were endless and arousing.
I leaned back in the soft leather desk chair in the study and
rubbed my hot pussy through my clothes as I talked with Mary.
Somehow she instinctively knew what I was doing, because she asked.
I giggled and admitted to her that I was rubbing my pussy. She
said, "Pull your panties to the side and slip a couple of fingers
inside yourself. Then hold the receiver down there so I can hear
your wet squishing noises."
I did just that. Although I was teetering on the brink of
sexual exhaustion and my pussy was righteously sore from overuse,
it didn't take more than a few seconds for my juices to churn
enough that my probing, pumping fingers began making those easily
recognizable sounds. They were accompanied by my soft, fervent
moans. I held the mouthpiece against my pussy, letting Mary hear as
clearly as possible.
I was so tired that I knew it would take a long time to get
off, so I raised the receiver to my ear and breathily asked, "You
like that?"
Mary responded equally breathy, "Yes, I love it. I can see you
and I can almost smell and taste you. Your nipples are all stiff,
aren't they?"
"Yes, they're all tingly and they're poking through my
clothing very noticeably. What are you doing?"
"I'm pulling off my nightgown," Mary replied. "Listening to
you finger-bang yourself is really getting me hot! My cunt is all
hot and creamy and my nipples are tingly and stiff, too. You want
to hear me fingering myself?"
"Oh yes," I quickly replied. "Hold the phone to your beautiful
cunt and let me hear your fingers sloshing through your creamy, hot
cunt."
There was momentary silence on the line, then I began hearing
the subtle evidence of Mary's passion. The squishing sounds grew
progressively louder and they were soon accompanied by the faraway
sound of Mary's moaning and gasping. I could easily hear the
intensity of her finger plunges increasing, getting louder and
faster. Her moans got louder and came quicker, as well.
Obviously, Mary wasn't nearly as sexually exhausted as I felt.
Her lovely sounds of sex were clearly depicting a woman hurtling
headlong toward an explosive, fiery orgasm. In my mind, I could see
Mary's luscious body. Her proud, full breasts were shaking with the
intensity of her frantic finger-banging. Her lovely nipples were
indeed stiff and her gorgeous face was knotted in pre-orgasmic
contortions. I knew her eyes would be shut tightly and her mouth
open. I could clearly see her, lying on her back, her knees bent
and her legs spread wide open. Her juices would be glistening on
her two fingers in the overhead light. The bottoms of her ass
cheeks would be trembling from being slapped with her frantic
finger-bangs. So would her trim thighs. My excitement heightened
from the visual image of Mary fucking herself, created in my mind
by the incredibly horny sounds coming through the telephone
receiver of her slender fingers plunging in and out of her pretty
pussy. hearing both the squishing I listened intently, sounds and
her moaning become absolutely frenzied. I was listening to the most
beautiful woman in the world approaching a solo orgasm. I hungered
to be kneeling between her legs, salivating for her cum. And when
she came, I could nearly taste it. She squealed and momentarily
there was silence on the line. I could vividly picture her
beautiful body held rigid while her pulsating pussy spasmed wildly
around her fingers, soaking them with her hot, musky cum. Then thy
squishing resumed, although less frantically. Her vocal responses
were more drawn out and sounded more like relief rather than
building intensity. There was no doubt whatsoever from the sounds
thrilling my ears that Mary was cumming.
Just as Frank walked naked into the study, Mary spoke into the
receiver. "Was that hot enough for you?"
"Oh yes," I replied. "That was fantastic! Aural sex. You're
really a hot woman!"
"So what are you doing? Is your cunt dripping?"
I smiled. "Yep, and I think it's about to be eaten. Frank just
walked into the room and he looks hungry."
"Ooh, let me hear," Mary squealed excitedly. "I want to hear
him eating your pussy."
I scooted the chair back from the desk and propped both feet
on the desk's edge, spreading my legs invitingly, smiling at the
sight of my husband's cock swelling in front of him to nearly its
fully erect size. When he moved around the desk next to me, I
smelled the heavy odour of a combination of soap and alcohol. He
had thoroughly washed his crotch, washing away all the remnants of
the nasty redhead, washing away any evidence of his recent
butt-fuck.
He smiled warmly and dropped to his knees, ducking down and
crawling between my legs. He pulled my panties to the side and
leaned forward, burying his face in my creamy cunt, licking me with
a deep hunger I had never felt from him before.
"Here goes," I sexily cooed into the receiver, lowering it
from my face to my crotch, pressing the mouthpiece against the side
of Frank's mouth and against the sensitive inside of my thigh.
I knew Mary could hear the slurping sound of Frank eating my
pussy. He was a loud muncher, his saliva mixing with my juices,
creating a quagmire of wetness in my pussy. He sucked hard on my
clit, making me gasp and then squeal. My clit tingled and swelled
in his mouth.
As he sucked my clit, two fingers slid inside my hot and juicy
cunt. His pinkie finger found my asshole and pushed on it,
penetrating me and making my hips squirm in the chair, thrusting
against his face. I let out an even more fervent squeal and smiled,
picturing Mary listening.
Frank's fingers began pumping hard and fast in and out of me.
Two fingers stroked my juicy cunt and one reamed my fiery asshole.
I could hear those two fingers suctioning through my intense
wetness, making loud squishing sounds with each forceful thrust. I
could even hear the sound of his hand slapping my skin. I knew
those sounds were easily audible through the phone, as were my own
vocal reactions to my soaring passion.
My hips were twisting and turning on the chair, hunching hard
against Frank's face and fingers. My clit had swollen so much that
he was sucking it and trapping it against the roof of his mouth
with his tongue. He was stretching it to its limit and sliding, his
rough, bumpy tongue all along its length, sending waves of passion
shooting straight through my cunt.
Frank wiggled his pinkie finger around inside my ass and it
nearly made me cum. His two fingers in my cunt had found that
magical spot deep inside me and were massaging it with each
forceful thrust inside me.
My eyes were shut tightly and my mouth was wide open. My
entire body was tensed and flexed and I was frantically pushing my
exhausted body toward a powerful orgasm. One more orgasm and the
beginning of a life of sexual liberation with Frank. That, as much
as the feeling in my cunt, excited me.
I knew my life would never again be boring and sexually
frustrating. I knew from that second on my life would be a non-stop
orgasm with endless numbers of men and women, mostly with Frank and
Mary, the two people who were witnessing this magical orgasmic
transformation.
I screamed. All the power I could gather was producing an
intense orgasm. I was for the very first time washing my husband's
face with my steamy cum. Waves of my tart juices spewed from my
cunt in forceful spasms. And Frank noisily lapped up every drop,
his mouth making loud slurping sounds as he did, his voice moaning
as he savoured my taste.
When my flow had ebbed, I raised the receiver to my head and
wearily asked, "Well, that get you off?"
Mary breathily replied, "Hell yes! That was really hot! I had
never listened to anyone getting eaten before. I really liked it!
I could see you in my mind! I could smell you and taste you! It was
exquisite!"
I was smiling contentedly. Extreme exhaustion enveloped my
entire body. I didn't even have the strength to move. I told Mary
I'd call her the next day and just dropped the receiver. It fell
onto my crotch and Frank picked it up and hung it up.
He crawled out from between my legs and stood up. His hard
dick poked me in the mouth, so I wrapped my lips around it and gave
him some hot and heavy tongue action, licking his swollen shaft.
The truth of the matter was that I was nearly faint, far too
exhausted from far too many orgasms to get too excited about
sucking one more cock. But this was a new beginning for Frank and
me and I didn't want to be the one to let the passion die out at
this early stage of the new game.
So, I licked, lightly nibbled, blew and sucked and several
minutes later, after continual pumping into my mouth, I wrapped my
fist around my husband's swollen bone and jerked him off, catching
his weakly spurting spunk in my mouth and swallowing it.
I sucked him dry and Frank reached down and picked me up in
his arms, carrying me to bed. He dropped me on my side of the bed
and crawled in next to me, wrapping his arms around me. We fell
asleep. Frank pressed up behind me, his limp cock resting between
my ass cheeks, his hands covering my breasts.
Under normal circumstances, I would have humped his cock back
to life and spread my cheeks, inviting him to take my ass. But this
night was not normal circumstances. I fell into a deep sleep in
seconds flat.
Incredibly, I dreamed dreams of multiple sex partners. I
dreamed of David fucking my cunt while I lay on top of Frank who
was pumping my rump. Mary was seated on my face and I was hungrily
lapping her pretty pussy, tongue-fucking her to orgasm. I don't
know whose cocks they were, but my horny dream included me jerking
off two other guys, one in each hand, while Annie fucked herself on
my toes and some other woman fucked herself on the toes of my other
foot. Some other guy somehow managed to squeeze in and was fucking
my tits.
My technicolour dream erupted with an avalanche of cum which
coated my entire body from head to toe. I dreamed of being bathed
in milky white man-cum and slimy, slippery woman-cum. The smell was
overpowering and the sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt.
In my dream, I came many times.
My dream didn't end there, though. A long succession of
strange men and women were lined up single-file between my widely
parted legs. A man would hover over me, pumping my cunt until he
came. Then a woman would take his place between my legs and suck
his cum right out of me.
Another guy would take her place and fill my creamy cunt with
his hot and goby cum. Then another woman would kneel between my
legs, bury her pretty face in my pussy and lick me like crazy,
sucking his cum out of me and licking me to orgasm.
All night long my dream lovers pummelled my ass, squeezed my
tits, came into my cunt and made me cum. I'm not sure if I was
having bona fide wet dreams or just imagining cumming, because I
had cum so damn many times in recent days. But all night long, I
came in my dreams.
CHAPTER TEN
Frank's cock expanded noticeably in the front of his
pants when Mary sashayed into the living room. She wore a sexy,
clingy, silk dress which clung deliciously to her curves, the slit
up one thigh clearly exposing the welted tops of midthigh nylons.
Mary didn't have to work to look sexy, but she had taken
extra care to look hot as hell this particular day. Only another
woman would notice the subtleties, the body make-up subtly applied
to the cleavage proudly pouring out of the top of her low-cut
dress, the pencil lines around her lips, the nipples pinched into
erections, protruding quite noticeably through the clingy silk.
We had decided to break Frank in gradually. Mary thought
he might feel threatened by another man being around, especially an
incredible hunk like David. So, Mary and I were going to break him
in. Frank professed to harbouring kinky desires. We were going to
see just how kinky the man could be.
I honestly relished the security of marriage, yet I now knew
I could never be satisfied with Frank-Frank alone, that is. I had
developed a righteous hunger for women and for other men, as well.
If Frank could deal with that, our marriage might last. If he
couldn't deal with it, he could always go back to that sleazy
redhead.
I watched Frank look at Mary while she swayed her body gently
to the music on our CD player. Frank had asked what she did for a
living and Mary was showing him. His cock increased in size,
pulling the fabric of his pants tight.
He was watching her with awe. His eyes were wide open and his
mouth was open. The man appeared to be salivating for her. His eyes
were glued to her luscious body, moving up and down her body, from
gorgeous face to firm breasts, to shapely hips to trim thighs. He
was visually devouring her, his smile broadening with every inch of
bare skin Mary teasingly exposed.
She was putting on quite a show. I wasn't quite sure which was
making my pussy juicier, watching Mary do her sexy act or watching
my husband ogling her beautiful body.
I had never witnessed my husband ogling a woman before. It was
a nice experience! I felt like a voyeur, hidden from view, catching
my husband in the act of doing something naughty.
Mary had her back turned to Frank, her dress around her waist,
her bra unhooked. She had been holding her cups over her breasts
and, now that she had her back to him, was pulling the cups away.
I once again marvelled at how those gorgeous whoppers defied
gravity, holding so pert and erect, looking so much like two ripe
melons.
Mary playfully glanced over her shoulder and tossed her bra
toward Frank. He caught it and clutched it to his chest. His eyes
never left Mary for even a second.
Mary twisted her torso, giving Frank a side view of one full,
ripe, proud breast. Her nipples were stiff and erect and Frank's
cock was coming close to busting right through his pants. The man
had developed an awesome bulge and I found my eyes looking at it
like it was a strange sight, which, I suppose, it was. I had not
seen my husband's cock bulge in his pants like that since the days
of our courtship. I fought an urge to climb onto his lap and hunch
that huge bulge, opting instead to lean against a wall and rub
myself through my own sexy, clingy silk dress while I watched
Mary's slow and flagrant seduction.
She slowly turned to face him, pushing her dress past her
waist, letting it fall in a crumpled heap around her feet. She
stepped out of it, kicking off one high heel at a time. She wore
only her nylons, a sexy, frilly garter belt and a tiny pair of
bikini panties. I swore the crotch of her panties looked wet! And
it may well have been. Mary loved performing, I knew that. She was
such a totally sexual woman, a woman just like I was becoming.
Mary danced very suggestively. Frank's eyes remained fixed
securely on her. She turned her back to him and playfully pulled
her bikini panties down, exposing her luscious ass. Then she pulled
them back up, then down again, flashing him her beautiful bare moon
over and over again before giving those panties a shove toward the
floor. With her lovely, bare ass facing my husband, Mary stepped
out of her panties, leaving them on the floor.
Frank's eyes widened and stayed fixed on Mary's gorgeous ass.
He eyed her luscious, trim thighs around I'm sure he could see her
juicy slit. His hands unhitched his pants. His hard cock stood up
from his boxer shorts. Funny, I had expected him to be wearing blue
bikini underpants, thinking the well-experienced redhead would have
converted him away from baggy boxers.
His cock looked great and there was already a glistening drop
of pre-cum on the tip of his swollen cockhead. My eyes shifted back
to Mary, who was bending over deeply at the waist, her back still
to Frank. She gradually spread her legs further apart until she was
bent all the way over, her gaping cunt facing Frank, her pretty
face looking at him through her legs, her breasts also pointing at
him.
I had never seen Mary do what she did next, but I certainly
loved it! With her head on the floor, she kicked her legs up and
did a headstand, the front of her body facing Frank. Very slowly,
she raised her body up and walked on her hands toward Frank.
Between Frank's legs, she lowered her legs onto the couch,
pushing hard with her hands, pushing herself up into a standing
position on the couch. She straddled him, her back to him, and I
felt like clapping! such perfect control of her body, such a
gymnastic move! Not only was she a beautiful, sexy woman and a
wonderful lover, she was also quite athletic!
Wearing only her garter belt, nylons and a sexy smile, Mary
did slow, deep hip thrusts, her hands reaching between her legs and
opening herself up. She thrust her hips back and forth, her ass
coming within inches of Frank's face. He was staring straight into
her hot pink insides, staring up her gaping cunt. He could see how
juicy she was and I'm sure could smell her hot scent of sex.
Mary danced and pranced all around the couch, continually
slapping her breasts against Frank's face and hunching her hot
pussy to within inches of his salivating mouth.
Then, as a song faded to an end, Mary did the split, lowering
her hot and juicy pussy onto Frank's rigid cock. She held her own
labia apart as she descended onto him. I watched my husband's hard
cock slowly disappear inside my female lover.
Finally, Frank's cock was buried inside her. Their crotches
were pressed tightly together. Mary moved her legs around from the
splits position and began raising and lowering her body on top of
my husband.
Frank reached around and grabbed a flexed, firm ass cheek in
each hand, his fingers kneading her cheeks, his face came forward,
his wide open mouth swallowing one of her breasts.
Mary raised and lowered herself on top of him with an
increasing tempo, starting slowly, feeling his cock penetrate all
the way inside her, gradually getting faster. Her hot and juicy
pussy was leaving a sheen of her lubrication along the length of
his cock. She rose until only Frank's swollen cockhead - remained
inside her, clearly showing her glistening juices all along the
length of his swollen shaft. Then she dropped the full weight of
her body on top of him, taking him all the way inside her. Her ass
and thighs flexed hard with her frantic thrusts.
This was really great, watching my husband get laid by my
female lover. I had licked that pussy. My tongue had been inside
her and I had tasted her sweet, hot, tangy juices. Now, that very
same pretty pussy was impaled on my husband's cock, working him
over thoroughly, and I was getting tremendously turned on by the
sight.
It seemed that there was a new Frank seated there on the couch
getting his dick wet. It wasn't the dead-ass who had habitated this
abode for the last few years. This was a new man. He looked the
same, but his sexuality was far more fiery than before. I liked the
sight of Frank getting laid. I liked it a lot! I was all hot and
creamy, rubbing myself harder and harder.
Mary's moans and gasps were like an aural aphrodisiac. Her
frantic sounds of sex were making my entire body tingle with sexual
excitement. Her sounds, coupled with the sight of two bodies
fucking, one of them my husband's, was flat-out turning me on!
I pulled the hem of my dress up and felt my bare pussy. I had
neglected to put on any underwear. Why bother? I knew I'd just be
taking them off soon, so I didn't bother putting any on in the
first place. Plus, I wanted to see the look on Frank's face when he
saw me pull off my dress and have nothing on underneath.
Neither Frank nor Mary was paying any attention to me, and I
liked it that way. I was lost in my own little world, playing
voyeur, diddling myself delirious. I was discovering the joys of
voyeurism, enjoying being an observer.
I trapped my slightly swollen clit between my thumb and
forefinger while I dipped my long middle finger into my cunt. I was
already hot and creamy and my finger felt wonderful stroking deeply
into my cunt.
I watched Mary quicken her pace and saw her heavy breasts
shaking, slapping Frank's face while he hungrily gobbled at one,
then the other, leaving a slick coat of saliva on each breast. His
mouth actually made slurping noises as he ineptly tried to suck
those bobbing breasts.
True to form, however, Frank grunted and his body stiffened
and I could tell he was spurting his hot spunk into Mary. She
squealed and quickened her pace, frantically hunching his already
deflating cock, trying like crazy to cum before it plopped right
out of her, She was totally beside herself, hunching him, her
succulent body shaking from head to toe. And she did it! Her whole
body lurched and twitched as she grunted.
I hadn't cum yet, but I wasn't far from it. With both of them
cumming, though, I dropped the hem of my dress, not wanting to have
my bare bottom secret discovered yet.
Mary crawled off of Frank and his limp noodle sagged to one
side. Both of them were grinning big, silly grins of satisfaction.
"Shall we go into the bedroom?" Mary asked sweetly. "I feel
like I'm just getting warmed up."
Frank looked concerned. Mary noticed his expression and
soothingly said, "Don't worry, baby, we'll get you hard again. I
guarantee you, you will soon have another hard-on and be ready to
fuck."
Frank smiled and rose from the couch, following Mary into the
bedroom, me behind them. Frank's eyes were trained on Mary's
delicious bottom, watching it jiggle and shake with every step she
took. I wondered if he was imagining fucking it.
Mary told Frank to lie down on the side of the bed, leaving
enough room for us. He did as instructed and Mary turned her
attention to me. Standing by the side of the bed opposite Frank,
Mary lifted my silk dress over my head, exposing my totally naked
body. Not even any nylons. Nothing. Just bare skin. Bare, hot skin.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frank staring at me,
drinking in my nakedness, ogling my body. I felt his gaze on me and
that increased my passion even more.
I pulled Mary close to me. Our mouths opened and our tongues
roamed frantically throughout each other's mouth. Our bodies were
pressed tightly together and our hands slowly lowered to each
other's butt. Our fingers dug into the soft flesh of the other's
ass cheeks and our moaning mixed in each other's mouth.
Mary took a step back and rested her knee on the bed, pulling
me with her. Effortlessly and gracefully we fell onto the bed,
still wrapped tightly in each other's arms.
Mary turned me onto my back and slowly began kissing, licking
and nibbling her way down my body, her backside facing Frank, who
was ogling her delicious ass and pouty pussy lips, glancing from
them to my naked, horny body.
It had been two full days since I'd had anyone but Frank. For
two days, I didn't get out of bed, fucking Frank and sleeping,
giving my sexually exhausted body time to heal.
So, my desire for Mary was rapidly mounting. I was hopelessly
in love with that beautiful woman, with her tender and responsive
body, with her uninhibited and total sexuality, and also with what
a passionate lover she was.
She lightly nibbled each earlobe and kissed and licked my neck
and the underside of my chin. She licked the length of each arm,
from fingertips to shoulder. She kissed her way to each breast,
which she swallowed and sucked like a vacuum, her tongue running
tight circles around my nipples, forcing them into tight erections
which tingled and shot pure arousal throughout my body.
Mary's playful mouth moved down my stomach. She tongued my
belly button and clutched my ass. Then she spun around and pressed
her pussy against mine, grinding hers against mine, like our pussy
lips were kissing. It felt wondrous!
She leaned forward and sucked each toe, leaving a sheen of
saliva on each. Her tongue tickled the soles of my feet and then
she licked her way up the inside of each leg, her hips moving back
toward my face. Just as her tongue reached my cunt and her pussy
was inches from my face, she moved away and licked her way up the
inside of my other leg. This time, when her tongue reached my
pussy, she #round her cunt hard against my hungry mouth.
I pursed my lips and kissed her pussy lips. My tongue
slithered between those pouty lips and dipped into her juicy cunt.
I could taste the mixture of her cum and Frank's cum.
I reached my hands to her pretty pussy and pulled her labia
widely apart, staring into her hot pink insides, seeing how juicy
she was. Her heat radiated from inside her and her musky aroma of
sex filled my head, turning me on even more.
I stiffened my tongue and began shooting my head back and
forth, tongue-fucking her hot cunt with a passion, feeling her
juices churning around my tongue. I pressed my lips back against
her pussy lips and sucked hard, feeling a glob of my husband's cum
slide out of her cunt and into my mouth. I swallowed, then backed
my head away.
I puckered my lips and trapped her clit between them, mashing
it and rolling it over and over between them. Mary squealed, like
she always does when I mash and munch her clit. I slid two fingers
from each hand inside her, feeling her lubricant bathe them in her
sweet, hot juices, hearing her moaning deepen and her gasping
intensify.
Mary grunted, "Oh baby, you sure know how to eat pussy!" And
that encouragement deepened my hunger.
I absolutely devoured her clit while my hands jammed back and
forth, filling her cunt with four fingers, stroking her with all
the energy I could muster. I pumped my fingers hard and fast in and
out of her pretty pussy, now sucking her clit, stretching it and
trapping it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. She was
grinding her pussy against my face, her moaning reverberating
inside my gaping cunt which she held wide open. Her tongue was
fucking my cunt with a passion and I was nearing orgasm. Her
fingers dug deeply into my soft ass cheeks and I clenched my thighs
against her face, holding her there, wanting to feel her
tongue-fucking me for an eternity.
Mary's passion was rising as rapidly as mine. Our bodies were
squirming and writhing hard together and our mouths were sucking
more and more of each other's juices. We were tasting each other,
fingering and tonguing each other to orgasm. And when we came, it
was nearly simultaneously. Just as I grunted and doused her pretty
face in cum, she squealed and unleashed her fine mist of cum onto
my face. We drank each other down, licking all the remnants of each
other's orgasm away.
When our bodies finally relaxed, we both instinctively looked
over to Frank, both of us having totally forgotten about him while
we were eating each other, both of us so lost to our passion that
his very existence had disappeared from our consciousness.
Frank was grinning broadly, holding his hard-on in his hand.
Mary said, "That big prick looks like it needs a home. Where would
you like to put it?"
"Up my wife's ass," he replied without the least bit of
hesitation.
Mary squealed and turned me over onto my front. She pushed my
knees up under my breasts and began fingering my cunt, scooping
moisture from my pussy onto my ass. My ass was stuck up in the air
and I felt terribly helpless and vulnerable.
I turned my head and saw Frank pumping his cock with a greasy
hand, getting his dick slick for the imminent dip into my ass. It
would be the first time the man had ever stuck his cock up my ass
and I felt a wave of excitement course throughout my body as I
waited in anticipation.
I loved the feeling of Mary's cunt juice-slickened fingers
reaming my ass, opening me up and lubricating my tight hole with my
own juices. She seemed to be as excited about what was to come as
I was.
Finally, when Mary had my ass all lubed up, she and Frank
switched places. I felt Frank kneel behind me and felt his hands
resting on my ass cheeks. Mary lay next to me, propping herself up
on one arm, smiling, excitedly whispering, "I can't fucking wait!
I'm really excited about watching you get your cute ass pumped."
Knowing it was exciting her excited me, too. My cunt was
dripping wet as Frank spread my cheeks far apart and pressed his
swollen cockhead against my tightly puckered, elastic asshole. He
had pulled my cheeks so far apart that I knew my tight hole was
gaping open.
Frank gave his cock a shove and his big cockhead penetrated my
ass. I gasped, feeling myself being stretched wide. I panted,
trying to relax myself so that I could take him inside me and it
worked. Slowly, Frank eased more and more of his cock up my ass. He
was gentle.
When his shaft was about halfway inside me, I gathered my
energy and thrust my hips backward, taking him all the way inside
me with one frantic hunch, feeling his pubic hair matted against my
cheeks.
Then, together we started taking forceful thrusts. I felt my
cheeks shake as he pumped his cock in and out of my ass, meeting my
own forceful thrusts with a loud slapping of skin which shook us
both to the bone.
Mary had moved back to watch Frank's cock poking my rear,
getting an up-close look m my back door being pleasured. I could
hear her fingering herself, hear her soft and fervent moaning, feel
her breath on my right cheek as she moved in for an even closer
view. And knowing she was right there sent my passion straight over
the edge. She reached up and shoved Frank's balls between my labia
and I rained my musky mist of cum all over them. And seconds later,
Frank's hard cock erupted, dropping hot spunk into my ass, making
my orgasm just that much more intense, making it last even longer.
It drained me and I lay wearily on my side watching Mary wash
Frank's cock with hot water and soap, then bathe it in alcohol.
Then, kneeling between Frank and me, she stroked his cock back
to an erection and fingered my cunt back to arousal. She stayed
down there easily thirty minutes, jerking off Frank and fingering
me while my husband and I kissed the most passionate kiss of our
married life, both of us slowly inching toward orgasm, being taken
there by hot, horny and beautiful Mary.
Since then, Frank's and my relationship has been incredibly
good. The man seems to have undergone a complete transformation. He
now can hardly keep his hands off of me. We fuck non-stop, in a
variety of positions and places. He loves it when I wear no
underwear and has even fingered me under the table in a restaurant
and in a crowded elevator!
He loves pumping my rump and does so at least every third or
fourth day. He loves for me to suck him off and he now has an
insatiable hunger for my pussy! He loves watching Mary and me get
it on together and is even uninhibited and confident enough to get
it on periodically with Annie while David fucks me!
Perhaps the early death of his passion was partly my fault.
Maybe I wasn't aggressive enough. Maybe I sent off the wrong kinds
of signals to him. Or, maybe, just maybe, it was no one's fault.
Maybe those things just happen. Maybe it took seeing him with
another woman to bring us back together. Maybe. Hell, I don't know.
And it doesn't really matter a hell of a lot.
One night, we were at a restaurant. I had not worn anything at
all underneath my sheer, yellow, cotton minidress. If any light
shined behind me, it clearly illuminated through my clothing,
leaving no doubt whatsoever that I was wearing nothing underneath.
Needless to say, all evening long I was the object of a great
deal of catering by the waiters, especially after I flashed a bare
beaver to one.
When Frank finally ran a hand up under my dress and felt my
bare pussy, two waiters and the wine steward were watching.
Frank's face displayed pure joy when he felt my bare, hairy
pussy. He covertly slipped a finger inside me and felt how hot and
wet I was and his smile broadened considerably. I felt his finger
probing in and out of me under the table and felt my passion soar,
especially as I watched the horny, awe-struck faces of my four male
voyeuristic admirers.
Frank fingered me under the table, unaware of the audience we
had attracted. He thought the tablecloth was draped low on the
other side of the table, covering our under-the-table dalliance. I
had noticed on our way in, however, that the tablecloth was barely
hanging over the front edge of the table, affording the rest of the
restaurant a clear look at whatever we wanted to do under the
table.
Only the restaurant employees had noticed, as far as I could
tell. I caught each one of their eyes and smiled a warm, inviting,
sexy smile and ran my tongue around my lips. My pussy turned
downright scorching and soggy when I saw four bulges in four
crotches.
I came like a fucking fountain! All voyeurs stared intently.
When my flow ebbed, Frank withdrew his fingers and licked them one
by one, savouring the taste of my cum.
The wine steward brought us a complimentary bottle of wine and
after drinking half of it, I confessed to the public display we had
put on. I figured it was time to test Frank's true kinkiness, to
get an idea of just how far I could go and get away with it.
I told him about the men watching us and to my astonishment,
Frank nodded and said he had seen them! Then I asked him if he'd
like for me to invite them home. I told him I thought it would be
great fun to fuck all four of them while he watched.
Frank smiled broadly and replied, "I love watching you get
laid, baby. Hell, invite them home with us. After they get through
with you, I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget."
We stayed around drinking complimentary champagne until
closing time. And the men followed us home. I undressed and lay
naked on our dining room table while one of the men ate me and
another fucked my tits.
Soon, I had milky white cum in my mouth, all over my face and
all over my breasts. I then bathed the hungry face at my cunt with
an intense shower of my cum and then two more men took their
places.
Again, I gave a man a cum shower while I drank salty, milky
white cum. Two more times the same thing happened! I was
cummed-out. I lay exhausted on the table, huffing and puffing while
Frank escorted the men out.
A few moments later, Frank walked up to the dining room table,
undressed and climbed between my legs. His hard cock penetrated me
and as his hips pistoned it in and out of me, he grunted, "I came
once, really hard, while I was watching you get laid. That means
it's going to take forever for me to get off now!"
The man didn't lie. Somehow, he magically restored some energy
to me, enough energy for my passion to rise back to the boiling
level.
His body slammed into mine, his hard cock pumping my juicy
pussy with a vengeance. Over and over again, he pumped my cunt,
slowly taking both of us closer and closer to orgasm.
I have no idea if it took fifteen minutes, fifteen hours or
fifteen days before we came. It took an eternity, but it was a
blissful eternity. My body was consumed with sexuality and I was
writhing and gasping, squirming and squealing my way toward a
fiery, intense orgasm.
Every nerve ending in my body was electrically charged. My
cunt was on fire! Every ounce of energy I had left was focused
squarely on my impending orgasm.
Frank was performing like a world class stud, a lover any
woman would die for. He fucked me madly and we finally came.
We slept right there on the dining room table, both of us too
exhausted to move. Frank had passed the test with flying colours!
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