(MF, 1st, MMF, MMFF, oral, anal, voy, exhib, cuck)
by Art Martin
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May 22, 1989 Dear Diary, I am just so excited!�
Clayton and I graduate from Greenbrier High tomorrow.� Tonight my friends are giving me a
shower.� And best of all, in three days
I'll be Mrs. Clayton Hooker and I'll be the happiest girl in the entire world!
Sandy and I grew up a in a small town.� We met when we were little kids in Sunday School at our church.�� Like the town, it wasn't a very large church.� And like everything else in our little town, the schools we attended together were rather small as well.� All through grade school we were good friends and were sweethearts all through high school.� I always thought she was the prettiest girl ever, petite with dark silky hair and blue eyes. She had very generous breasts for such a small girl and a great ass.
Of course we had other friends, but we never actually dated anyone else.� Other guys tried to date her and steal her away, but she never went out with any of them.� Everyone in our little town, including Sandy and me, expected us to marry and live happily ever after.� And we did marry... soon after graduating from high school.�
Except in the basic theory, neither of us had any clue when it came to sex and sexual matters, it simply wasn't talked about except as a warning.� We even took the pledge of abstinence at puberty and dutifully lived by it.� When we said, "I do," all I knew was that I had the prettiest girl in the world for a wife and companion.� All she knew was what her mother told her... that she should obey her husband in all matters and seek to satisfy his God-given right to her body.� The wedding night was awkward for the both of us.� When she screamed out, we both freaked.� It took some time after that, but after a little practice we had the basics mastered, and soon she wanted to do it as much as I did.�
Dear Diary, I didn't think I'd ever write any of this down, but it's
just too important.� Alone with Clayton
for the first time after we were married, I was terrified.� I loved him and knew him, but I'd never been
with him... you know naked, that is, and in bed.� I didn't know the first thing about sex,
other than from girl talk from school, mainly that when he stuck his thingie into me the first time that it was going to
hurt.� And it was going to be a bloody
mess.� I can't stand pain and get woozy
at the sight of blood, so I was terrified.�
As it turned out, it didn't hurt at all.� It was messy, but not bloody messy.� But then he wanted to do it again, so we
did.� He went in a lot deeper this time.�
I screamed when he ripped through
my maidenhead and I freaked out when I saw all the blood on the sheets.� I'm just so glad that no one was around who
knew us. Still, I thought everyone we passed in the hotel heard us and knew
what we had done.� The worst part was
that I was so terrified, I wouldn't let him come near me for weeks.
Dear Diary,
Now that I'm married to Clayton, I suppose someday he will read you and discover all my secrets, except I have no secrets from Clayton.� He knows everything about me and I know everything about him.
It's a little scary to be moving away from Greenbrier and everyone and everything I've ever known, but Clayton's dad got him in to see someone he knows who owns a radio station in Jamesville and he was offered a job!� Clayton has always wanted to be in radio.� Lord knows I've spent enough time with him at night down in his basement talking to people all over the world on his shortwave radio, so it's not a surprise that he jumped on the opportunity.� Of course Daddy wanted him to come to work for him at the hardware store, but Clayton is his own man and now I'm his wife, so it's off to Jamesville!
One of the most sensible things our mothers told her was to put off having kids until we were on our feet, and that meant birth-control.�
One of the most sensible things our fathers told me was to learn a skill that would provide for us, and in that regard I did.� I got a job in Jamesville at a local radio station located halfway across the state from where we grew up.� Somehow my dad knew the owner and he put us in touch.�
The weekend job was as an "assistant programming engineer."� The job had its drawbacks, namely the hours, from 6PM to 6 AM, three days a week, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.� But it paid enough that we could almost pay our own way and not be so dependent upon our folks, and it allowed me the time to go to school.� So I enrolled in a technical school. I had always been interested in electronics and my experience as ham operator helped me get my job at the radio station.
My boss, Jack, was a big man, balding and shorter than me. He was also an ex-Marine and he looked the part; he was real cigar-smoking bulldog that one.� He had been in combat in Vietnam, but he never talked about it.� He was and still is rather gruff and demanding, but he was also my mentor and took pains to teach me the ins and outs of my job, as well as how to do his job.� Once I realized that he had my best interest at heart, I came to really like the man, who was much older and much wiser than I.� It probably didn't take Jack long to realize just how naive and inexperienced I was in the bedroom, as his favorite topic, besides radio, was sex.� We had a taped program for the 12AM to 6 AM slot, reruns of Wolfman Jack's syndicated program, so we had lots of time to chat during the wee hours.
Dear Diary, After work in the early morning, Jack, Clayton's boss, has
been coming by to have a beer.� Not every
morning and sometimes Clayton goes over to Jack's before coming home. I know my
daddy always liked to have a drink when he came home from a hard day at work,
so I don't really mind. The trouble is the way that Jack looks at me... his eyes
always following me around, checking me out, undressing me with his eyes.� Gawd, he's almost
as old as Daddy!� But Clayton says that
he was his boss and I had to be nice to him, so I am. He always seems to be
chewing on a cigar, but at least he doesn't smoke them in my house.
Jack's wife, Jill, if you could believe, was a looker, closer to my age than Jack's age.� She was a redhead and all curves. Jack was always rather blunt, frank and very descriptive of the sex acts he performed with his wife. At first he made my ears burn, but I was soon hanging on to every word and salacious description.� He also wasn't shy about showing me naked pictures of his wife either. But mostly he encouraged me to try different things with Sandy and then to report back to him the results, jokingly explaining that at heart he was a dirty old man and wanted to hear all about it.
At first Sandy was mortified upon hearing what Jack was suggesting we do, but being the dutiful wife, she always did what I, her rightful husband, told her to do.� After a while, she became eager to try out some of Jack's suggestions, even the kinkier ones.� Our sex life went from three-minute straight missionary to anything goes... well, almost anything.
Dear Diary, When Clayton told me that Jack had suggested that I should
put his penis in my mouth, I nearly ran home to Mama.� But then I remembered what Mama had said
about being the dutiful wife and giving myself completely to him.� So I did as he asked.� Once I got over the idea that he peed through
that thing and he stuck it up inside me, it wasn't too bad.� In fact, it felt nice, almost as nice as it
felt up inside my vagina.�
Dear Diary,
Just as I got used to the idea of sucking on Clayton's penis and trusting that he wasn't going to pee in my mouth, he told me that he was going to cum in my mouth and that I should just swallow it. I thought I would throw up, imagining it to be gross and disgusting.� It was gross and disgusting!� But it didn't taste foul like I imagined it would taste.� It didn't taste particularly good, but it wasn't horrible.�
Dear Diary,
I swallowed Clayton's cum for the second time this morning. This time I did better.� Then before he went to class he wanted another blowjob as he calls it.� This time I was looking forward to feeling his penis in my mouth and feel it throb as he shot his essence in my mouth.� Once you get used to it, it kinda tastes good.� Well, maybe not good, but it tastes like Clayton and that's all that really matters.� When he gets back from class tonight, he won't have to ask for a blowjob, as I have thought of nothing but sucking on him since he walked out the door an hour ago, a very happy boy.� I'm going to tell him, "I want to suck your cock," just like he says I should.� I'm sure it will please him. Mama would be proud! Hee hee!
He never used to use words like fuck and suck, but that's the way he now talks to me all the time and he wants me to talk to him like that too.� Earlier today, he had me stand in front of my dressing mirror naked.� He's 5'10" and I'm so short that he can see right over my head.� He had me slowly enunciate, "Fuck," over and over while he ran his hand between my legs from behind and fingered me until I came.� It was so dirty and so much fun!
Cock... Fuck... Suck... I'm beginning to love four letter words!� I wonder what Pastor Middleton would say.
Dear Diary,
Just as soon as I have become his ever eager cocksucker, Clayton told me that he wants to fuck my asshole. I was mortified that he would even think of such a disgusting vile wicked act. Wasn't that why God destroyed Gomorrah?
We were already trying different positions to have intercourse, or like he's always now saying, fucking, like doing it with me on all fours and from behind, or with him sitting in a chair or bending me over the little pub table we have in the kitchen, all the things Jack, his boss, had suggested that we do. I still can't believe that's what they talk about.� It's supposed to be a private matter, but Clayton's gotten such good ideas from Jack that I can't really complain.� But we still have a number of different positions to try out, yet he wants to stick his dick up my asshole.�
I told him in no uncertain terms, NO!
So he tells me that he wants to fuck me doggie style in front of my dressing mirror, so that we can both watch us doing it.� That was so much fun and got me so hot that if he had tried to put it in my butthole, I would have let him.
Dear Diary,
For days I have resisted, but Clayton's been persistent.� Not only that, but I remembered what Mama had told me about my duty to give my body to him for his pleasure.� She forgot to mention for my pleasure also, but I've figured that out on my own! Anyway, he had me on the bed, face down, butt hiked up in the air.� It hurt like hell.� I screamed bloody murder and he stopped.� Well, I guess that's that and no thanks!
Dear Diary,
I thought the sodomy issue had been settled last week, but Clayton told me that Jack told him what he did wrong, so...
I was on the bed again with my butt hiked up in the air.� This time Clayton didn't just try to shove his cock up inside me, but poked me with his fingers first.� He did that for a long time and I thought he'd get bored with it.� Then I felt something bigger, much bigger, pressing into me.� He kept pressing until it went inside me a little ways.� I yelped, but he just reassured me that it would be okay once I got used to it.�
He pressed into me again. I started to cramp up and he stopped.� When the cramping eased up, he pushed in more and the cramping resumed. Gawd, I thought it'd never be over, but by and by, he had his entire penis up inside my butt.� I felt so full and a bit nauseated, not to mention dirty.� Then he began to slide back out, stopped and slowly pushed back in.� After a few minutes of doing this, all the pain and discomfort morphed into a warm glow.� Before I knew it, he was taking longer and longer strokes until he was nearly pulling all the way out and then plunging with ease all the way back in.
I was rather sore back there today, but I also now know what true intimacy is.� My body was his, I had surrendered it all to my loving husband and I never felt more in love or at peace with myself.� And to think, I had Jack, nasty old leering Jack, to thank for showing us the way.� My esteem for Jack has increased exponentially.
I'll be starting my period in a few days and I suppose Clayton will want to, you know...
After work Jack frequently wanted me to have a beer with him, even though I was underaged.� To this end he would invite me to his place where his wife, Jill, always welcomed me.� Sometimes we'd go to my place.
Jill always wore rather provocative outfits, like extreme short-shorts and a thin blouse tied under her ample tits, and she always wore high heels.� She'd sit in his lap, stroking his hair and his hand would wander into her blouse to fondle her tits.� All while I was sitting there and watching!� Sometimes she would be in a bikini, sometimes in just a bra and panties and sometimes wearing rather revealing lingerie.� He was always feeling her up and I always got an eyeful and a boner.
The first time Jill wore a see-through outfit that left little to my imagination, he asked, "Does Sandy wear anything like this for you?"
"Uh, no."
"She should.� She's a good looking cunt.� You ought to buy some for her and have her wear it for you. Remember, she's yours to enjoy, so enjoy her. And remember, she'll enjoy it too. Pleasure should always be a two-way street."
The next night at the radio station, when things were slow, Jack helped me to pick out some sexy lingerie and buy several outfits from the same catalogs from which he bought lingerie for his wife.� We faxed in the orders and using my new credit card, it was a done deal. I nearly choked at the costs, but I'd deal with that later.� The next weekend, the package was waiting for me when I got to work Friday night.� The lingerie was well worth the expense.� At first Sandy was shocked by the skimpy see-through outfits, but she warmed up to them.
At Jack's suggestion, he had me telephone Sandy an hour or so before I got home from work Sunday morning and ask her to put on something sexy for me.� Being the dutiful wife, she did just that for me.� We fucked up a storm that mornings and any morning she treated me like that.
Jack would often stop by my place after work and have a beer with me (he always kept me well stocked with his favorite brew).� As I always called her before I got home, she was never surprised by Jack's appearance.� Neither Sandy nor I could miss the lustful stares as he openly ogled her.� At first Sandy was uncomfortable with this, but I reminded her that my job depended on his goodwill and just play along with him... after all, I was there and what would he really do with me in the same room?�
When I was at Jack's after work,� Jill would often openly flirt and tease me, all to Jack's amusement.� "That's the way a wife should treat her husband's friends," he would say.� I got the message and encouraged Sandy to flirt with Jack when he was over for an after work beer in the early morning.�
As the weeks went by, it seemed that Jill would be bolder than the last time I was over.� Pretty soon she was touching me, on the arm or run her fingers through my hair, that sort of thing.� Some mornings Jack would have her dance for us... nothing too risqu�, but always suggestive.� I in turn had Sandy dance for us when Jack was over.� Having dance lessons all those years as a kid certainly now paid off, as Sandy is as graceful as they come.
By and by, we got together as couples during the middle of the week when I didn't have an evening class.� Sandy and Jill became friends.� During our get-togethers, I would dance with Jill and Jack would dance with Sandy in his arms.� We all had a good time.
Dear Diary, I think I've gotten used to Jack.� He's really been a true friend to Clayton and
I've come to realize that he's actually quite harmless.� He and his wife, Jill, invited us over last night.� She is such a doll!� It was like we had been best friends forever
and we had only met briefly twice before.�
Clayton has told me a lot about her, what a flirt she is, but she's only
being playful.� Before I met her, I
thought I'd hate her, but how can you hate someone as gregarious as Jill? Anyway, we had a great time. Jack is such a bad boy, but I
now know it's all in fun.� I watched how
Jill flirted with both Jack and with Clayton.�
She's a master and I took notes.�
I think I'll try some of what I learned on Jack and see what he does,
but only if Clayton lets me.
Dear Diary,
I asked Clayton about flirting with Jack, and he said ,"Sure!� He'll love it."� This morning I flirted with Jack and he flirted with me.� Clayton was right there to make sure nothing went too far and it was harmless fun.�
Dear Diary,
I think maybe the flirting with Jack has gone too far.� He was over after work with Clayton. Jill had come over earlier and we were partying.� She helped me dress up like she was, in short-shorts and a blouse tied under my boobs... high heels and no bra.� The guys went nuts when they arrived.�
So after a while, I'm dancing with Jack and he has his hands all over my ass.� Clayton saw, but never said a thing, and just did what Jack was doing and had his hands all over Jill's ass.� Men! Yes, they are men and men will be men, my mama told me.� I just never thought...� Well, no harm done I suppose.
Dear Diary,
Clayton picked me up after work this morning and we went to Jack and Jill's for another early morning party.� Jack was dancing with Jill, holding her from the back.� Holding her isn't the right word, caressing her, feeling her up, right there in front of Clayton and me.�
Later he's dancing with me, holding me in a more traditional manner, his hands groping my butt cheeks, pulling me into him where I could feel his erection!� I told Clayton about it, but he'd already had too many beers and just laughed.
Dear Diary,
Jack and Jill came over around 3 PM today.� Clayton had aced an exam the night before, didn't have classes that night.� He was in a good mood and wanted to party. Clayton told me to wear the short-shorts and blouse tied under my braless tits.� I told him that I thought it was too revealing.� He said, "So what?� You look great!� Hell, let him look."� Well, if that's what my husband wants, that's what he'll get.
So the party is going, Jack comes up from behind me, wraps his arms around me and begins dancing.� At first his hands were just on my bare belly, but I could feel his bulge pressing into and rubbing against my butt.� Clayton didn't seem to mind that his boss was dry humping me, so I let him dance with me like that.� I was saved by Jill.� Jack danced with his wife and then came back to dance with me, this time front to front with him groping my butt.� Clayton was busy groping Jill's ass, so I just let Jack feel up my ass.� At one point he tried to slip his hand down the back of my shorts.� I tried to get way, but I couldn't get out of his grip.� I told him to stop, but he didn't.� Fortunately my shorts were so tight he couldn't get his big hand inside them.
Eventually I got away, but later on he came up behind me again.� Clayton was dancing with Jill, so what could I do?� Then with our backs to Clayton and Jill, he ran his hand under my blouse and over my tit.
"Stop!" I told him reaching up and grabbing his hand.
"You really don't want me to stop, do you?" he replied while rolling my nipple between his fingers.
God help me, but I didn't. I didn't want him to stop and I let my hand fall away. � I let him play with my tit, play with it all he wanted, swaying with the music with our backs to our own spouses.� Certainly Clayton knew something was up, but he was too preoccupied with Jill rubbing on his dick through his jeans to do anything about it. Soon Jack had both big hands full of my tits.� I thought I was going to explode.
The music stopped.� Jack removed his hands from my boobs and took me by the hand and took me over to Clayton. "Your wife is hot to trot, little buddy.� Why don't you take her to bed and fuck her.� Me, I'm gonna fuck Jill before she fucks you. Feel free to watch if you want."
We didn't watch, we went to bed tearing at each other's clothes and fucked, really fucked.� An hour later, we emerged, disheveled, but dressed.� Jack and Jill were still there in our living room, naked and still getting after it.� We watched for a minute or two before I told Clayton, "I want to suck your dick, get you hard again and fuck until we pass out."
We were on our bed fucking when Jack and Jill, now dressed, came in to say their goodbyes and to thank us for our hospitality.� I'm sure that, like us, they got an eyeful.
It was early November and I had been on the job for about five months.� A week or so after the party that almost got out of hand, Sandy went to see the folks over a weekend.� We only had one vehicle, an old hand-me-down pickup from her father, which presented a problem for me getting to and from work.� I could've walked, but Jack offered to pick me up and drop me off.� Only he didn't drop me off at my apartment that Saturday morning after work, instead he took me home with him.�
At first I didn't think anything of it.� Jill was up and waiting for him (us).� She greeted us at the door with two cold beers.� She also greeted us wearing a very transparent night gown, actually a baby doll, that left little to imagination. Holy fuck!
She fawned over Jack and allowed Jack to openly grope her.� As his hand slid up inside her top to fondle her big tits, I watched with the hardest dick I can remember.� Laughing, she didn't object in the least to this rather public display, even as his big hand slid into her panties to grope her ass, tugging them down just enough to give me a good look, not that I couldn't already see just about everything through the thin material. After several� minutes of this, Jill broke away from her groping husband and directed us to the sofa where she proceeded to remove Jack's shoes and socks.�
She began massaging his feet and pretty soon, as well as caressing them, she was kissing his feet and then sucking his toes. Now Jack had described toe sucking to me and had encouraged me to try it, but I never tried it with Sandy.�
After a few minutes Jack told her, "Get us another beer, Honey."� She released his big toe from her lips, stood up, took our empty bottles and walked away in her high heels with an exaggerated hip motion.��
"She's some hot, eh?� Your Sandy, she's a hot little number too.� But you need to get her to loosen up some, you know dress sexy like Jill does."
"She does dress like that sometimes."
"Not when I'm over.� When I'm over in the mornings it's always schoolmarm attire."�
The clicking of her high heels signaled that Jill was coming back in.� "Now watch how her tits bounce when Jill comes back in." A moment later... Wow!
She handed us our fresh brews, knelt before me and proceeded to relieve me of my shoes and socks.
"Want her to suck your toes? I told you how hot that feels."�
I didn't move. I heard Jack chuckle, then, "Go on, Honey, do the boy's toes for him."
Oh, my gawd!� It felt incredibly erotic.
While she was doing my second toe, I caught a glimpse of motion from Jack as he sat beside me.� I glanced over and saw him unbuckling his jeans.�� Jill saw it too, released my wet toe and tended to her husband, slipping off his jeans and boxer shorts.� She then unbuttoned his shirt.�
I was wide eyed and gawking at my boss, who save for the open shirt, was nude beside me.� Then she took his pecker into her mouth.� Holy tamoly!� I had a close up view of that fat cock sliding between her red lips.� Jack locked his fingers behind his head and looked toward me as his wife fellated him. He had the biggest shit eating grin I'd ever seen on him.� She sucked and slobbered all over that cock for a good long time.� Now ignoring me completely, as if I wasn't there, he was verbally encouraging her to take him to completion. The vile language he used only seemed to encourage her to work all the harder at her task.�
Jack began to grunt and thrust his hips up at her. Soon the grunting and thrusting eased and then stopped.� Jill sat back still kneeling between his legs, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looking me straight in eye, smiled at me. She showed no more detectable shame or embarrassment than if she had was serving us a beer.
After a minute or so, Jack had presence of mind to tell her, "That was simply fantastic, baby."� He then followed with a request that she dance for us.�
Jill rose and put on a CD, ZZ Top if I recall, and began to gyrate, her thick mane of red hair flying and her big tits swaying suggestively under the diaphanous fabric of her baby doll.� She'd turn this way and that, green eyes blazing, wiggling her barely covered ass in my face.� When the second tune began, Jack called out, "Take it off!� Take it off!" Being the dutiful wife, she did just that and she was soon stark naked as she danced.� By that time I had a huge wet spot on the front of my jeans.
Suddenly she was in my lap gyrating, rubbing her big pillowy hooters in my face, my hands grasping her firm bare ass cheeks.�
The song ended.� "Have mercy on the poor boy," her husband said between tracks.�
The third song began and she pulled my t-shirt up and over my head.� She now felt me up as she ground her pussy into my jeans-trapped cock. The wet stain on the front of my jeans grew ever bigger and not just from me.� In the heat of the moment she somehow unfastened and unzipped me, freeing my horny organ from its prison, only to be engulfed in the warm wetness of her enveloping snatch. I wish I could say that she fucked me for a good long time, but alas, I shot off into her almost immediately, just as I had shot off in my virgin bride on our wedding night before I had even broke through her hymen.
She dismounted my flagging prick saying, "That's okay, you'll do better next time and we have all day."
Jill had barely gotten off my lap when Jack had her on the floor before me, fucking the living hell out her.� She was right, I did do better the next time and even better the next.� The fuck party didn't break up until just before noon, as Jack and I both needed to get some sleep before our next twelve hour shift began.
I was dragging ass all that night.� But an hour before quitting time Jack asked, "How about if we go fuck Jill again this morning?"
Suddenly I wasn't so tired anymore.� I rallied my strength and had a great time with Jack and Jill, learning the fundamentals of three-way sex.� Around nine thirty, Jack took me home.� I showered and then crashed, sleeping so deeply that didn't hear Sandy when she came home late in the afternoon.� She woke me up a quarter past five, fed me, made me something to eat for later that night at work and sent me on my way.� I barely made it to work on time.
*****
Dear Diary, Clayton is still sleeping.�
Poor baby didn't wake up when I came in late this morning, so I have some
time to write. I went home this weekend to get some advice from my
mom.� What she told me shocked me to the
core.� I couldn't believe it was my prim
and proper mom telling me all this.�
Where was I when this was all going on? It started out with me complaining about the way Clayton let
Jack do whatever Jack wanted; the leering looks, the sexual innuendos, the
prying into our private lives, the way he undressed me with his eyes, the way
he puts his hands on me. And I wanted to complain that Jack let Clayton ogle
his wife, who according to Clayton, was often nearly nude when he was over
there. "Men are men, Sandy.�
Men and women are different, yet they are very much the same," she
told me.� I didn't get it and she went into this long discussion about
the roles of men and women in marriage and the roles of men and women in
society as a whole.� I understood the
birds and bees part and where babies came from, but that's not what she was
talking about.� She was talking about men
being men and what marriage was all about.�
Men, she told me, all men if they are really men, have wandering eyes
and a deep primal need to spread their seed.�
But men also have the responsibility to feed and provide for their women
and children.� Kids, human kids, take a
long time to grow, mature and learn enough to survive on their own.� Women naturally have the babies and are the
primary care givers of children, but men have a responsibility towards them,
otherwise the species would not survive and the human race would have died out
long time ago. Therefore marriage was invented as a sacred social contract for
the rearing of children.� The man would
fertilize the female and then look after her and their offspring until death do
you part.� However, that didn't change
another fundamental nature of men, to spread their seed far and wide.
Unfortunately in society today, that leads to broken homes. "So, the wise woman will recognize the need for men to
bed other women," my mother said. My jaw dropped. "What?�
Are you saying that I should let Clayton have sex with Jack's
wife?" "Has he had sex with Jack's wife?" "No, but..." "And if he does.?" "I'll kill him!" "No, you won't! As long as it's just for sex, there's
no real harm to you.� I told you before,
sex and love are not the same thing." "You told me that when I was in high school!" "Yes, I did and I'm telling you again.� If he does and it's just for the sex, then
it's the natural thing for him to do.� He
has no more control over those urges than he does with having an
erection." "Mother!" "Don't act so shocked.�
Surely by now, you seen his cock erect." "And what of Jack and the way he looks at me?" "He's just being a man.�
So long as Clayton doesn't mind, no harm done just from him
looking.� Plenty of men look at you, or
haven't you noticed? Of course you have.�
And they all have the same thing on their minds, breeding you." "Mother!" "How many times have I told you since before you
married that you should give yourself to your husband without question?" "Every time we've had a serious talk." "And I'm telling you again.� Not only that, but I think it's high time I
told you how keep your husband happy and at the same time have a happy
marriage." "That's the same thing, isn't it?" "Yes and no." "You keep your husband happy by letting him be a
man," she said.� "You have a
happy marriage by having a happy husband." "You're talking in riddles, Mama.� I hate it when you do that," I huffed. "No, it's really quite simple...� Honesty...�
Being totally honest with each other.�
Most marriages end in divorce because the husband and wife are not honest
with each other.� The man being a man,
goes out and beds another woman. Ask him why and he'll say that he doesn't know
why, it just happened.� And he doesn't
really know why, just that he felt compelled to do it.� The wife finds out and the marriage is
over.� How stupid!� The indignant wife feels betrayed, but it is
the wife who has betrayed them both by denying her husband's basic needs. Of
course it works the other way around sometimes.�
The wife, bored with her life, goes out and has a fling with another
man.� The husband finds out and disaster. "Now I'm going to tell you how your father and I have
managed to be happily married all these years.�
Your father regularly sleeps and fornicates with other women." "Daddy!� Oh, my gawd!!!!� And you're
okay with that?" "Of course I am.�
He's just being a man.� He always
comes home.� He never falls in love with
them, just falls in lust.� Then he comes
home where I welcome him with open arms and our bed." "You can't be serious!" "Oh, I am serious. And I know these women.� They are all happily married and are good
friends of mine." "Mama! How can you be friends with them?" "Well, I sleep with their husbands too." I nearly fell on the floor!�
My mother and father sleep around!!!�
"How come I never knew about any of this?" "Because it was none of your business and we all made
sure our children, our unmarried children, never knew about it. What kind of
examples would we have been to you if you knew?�
You would have never understood. You would have just thought about the
sex and not the reasons for the sex nor the responsibilities that go with sex.
But now that you are married..." She then went on to tell me that they belong to a very
private club of like minded adults.�
Every month, on the second Saturday of the month, the ladies would
prepare an elegant meal for their suitors and dress up to the max. "We always sent you and your brothers to
stay with Granny. She didn't know what we were doing either, other than having
some regularly scheduled special time.�
The men would also dress up and look their best.� Then they would leave promptly at 6:30 PM and
meet.� Before leaving home, they would
each write out a card, with their wife's name, address and phone number on it
and put it in a plain envelope. At their meeting, they put the identical
envelopes in a hat, then would each draw a card and go to the lady at the
address given. "We ladies never knew who
would show up at the door around 7:30 PM.�
We would then talk and dine with our partner for the night and then
retire to bed where we would have uninhibited sex. As the saying goes, what's
good for the goose is good for the gander." "Next morning, around ten, the men would dress, go home
and take their wives to church.� The only
exception was Pastor Middleton; he'd get up and get going before eight as he
had to preach that morning." I was completely blown away, in total shock I was so stunned.� My parents weren't anything like I thought
they were. Instead of being straight laced pillars of the community, they were
libertines... swingers!� My mom and my
dad were swingers! Until� very recently I
was not at all familiar with the term nor ever imagined before that people did
that sort of thing!� Especially my own
mother and father! It was nearly impossible for me to get my head around
it.� To keep my mind from exploding, I finally decided that for
some reason, my mother was making it all up.�
Why she would do that, I didn't know, but I knew it wasn't true, not any
of it.� Then after he had a quick
discussion with Mama, Dad confirmed every word of it.� "So that's why you said that I shouldn't come home last
weekend? Because it was the second Saturday of the month and you were... Oh, my
gawd!!!" As I sat in church on Sunday morning with my mom, my dad and
my two younger brothers listening to Pastor Middleton expound on whatever he
was expounding upon, I couldn't help but look around and try to guess which of
the fine respectable ladies of our congregation the pastor had bedded the week
before.� I looked to Mama, who appeared
as serene as ever and had to wonder if had he fucked her last week.� And Daddy, who did he fuck?� They would never say.� It was a private matter. That candid and frank visit with my mom and dad has given me
plenty to think about on the way home this morning.�
Early that Monday morning Jack suggested that I telephone Sandy an hour or so before I got home from work and tell her to put on something sexy for me.� "Tell her that you have a surprise for her," he said.
I didn't have anything handy for a surprise and at 6 AM nothing was open to get her anything.� "Surprise?� What kind of surprise?"
"Bend her over the table and fuck her in the ass." He threw up his arms, shouted "Surprise!" and we both broke out laughing.� I made the call, confident that being the dutiful wife, that she would do just that for me.
Soon after I made the call, Jack told me he needed to unload his rocks and that he was leaving early; for me to handle everything and if anyone asked, to tell them that he went home with a splitting headache.
My shift was over at 6 AM, and my relief was there on time.� Leaving work for home and my darling wife, who I knew would be waiting for me wearing something really sexy, I went out and tried to start my pickup.� The damned thing wouldn't start.� So I had to walk home.� It wasn't far, but it took twenty five minutes or so, giving me plenty of time to visualize what old Jack was doing to his hot assed wife.� That and what I was going to tell Sandy about my weekend with Jack and Jill.� Would she be upset?� Of course she'd be upset and suddenly I wasn't so eager to get home.� So when I rounded the corner and saw Jack's car parked outside our apartment, it confused me.
Dear Diary, Clayton is off to class and I need to write this all down
while it's fresh on my mind.� He called
me from work this morning and wanted me to put on something sexy. He also told
me that he had a surprise for me. I was already up and showered.� I picked out the most reveling lingerie he
had bought for me; it was so transparent you could see right through it. As I fixed my hair just so, I wondered what kind of surprise
he had for me. Whatever it was, I was certain that it'd be something sexual. There was a knock at the door.� Clayton wasn't off work for well over another thirty
minutes or more.� Whoever it was knocked
again.� I had the safety chain on when I
opened the door.� It was Jack. "Surprise!" he shouted wide eyed and with a grin. "I know I'm a little early..." "Where's Clayton?" I asked. "He'll be along shortly.� Can I come in?� I have some good news... about his job." Forgetting my near nudity for the moment, I opened the door
and he pushed right in, closing the door behind him.� It wasn't until he was inside that I
remembered just how revealing my outfit was. He was standing inside the door looking at me, his eyes
blazing, flicking the tip of his tongue over his lips as he feasted upon my
body. "God damn, Cupcake, you look good enough to eat!� But I first have a surprise for you," he
said. Kicking off his sandals, he
unfastened his jeans and pushed them down, his big hard cock bouncing into
view.� I stood there like a deer in the
headlights as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. And there he was, big old
Jack, hairy as a bear and all man, naked and ready to rape me.� Only after what Mama told me, I knew it
wasn't going to be rape.� I knew then
what Clayton's surprise for me was, he was giving me to Jack.� No, that's not right, he wasn't giving me to
Jack, he was lending me to Jack.� Memories flashed back to the last party when Jack had dry
humped and so boldly felt me up.� I got
so hot that I was ready to fuck him right then in front of my husband.� I also had no doubt that the guys had come to
some sort of wife swap agreement and that Clayton, in a very few minutes, would
be going over to fuck Jill.� It should've
bothered me. Clayton and I should have discussed this first, but then it
wouldn't have been a surprise, would it? It was all so crystal clear to me.� This is what my darling husband wanted and
that was fine with me.� I smiled at Jack, and then turned this way and that to let
him see just what he was getting in the bargain, slid my thong panties off and
pulled the nightie over my head. "Wanna fuck?" he said
crudely. "Yeah, I wanna fuck," I
hissed back at him.
I was so dumb.� Seeing Jack's car, I figured that Jack had picked up Jill and they were all waiting inside for me to arrive for an impromptu gathering.� Unlocking the door, it seemed to be so very quiet inside. � The first thing I saw was Jack, naked, sitting on the sofa with his legs spread, an unlit cigar jammed between his teeth and Jill, naked, kneeling between his legs sucking his cock.� My eyes were drawn between her legs and to her hanging swollen pussy lips, that and the wet glistening of her inner thighs. After the weekend orgy we had, it was a familiar enough sight, but something just wasn't right.� Then it hit me.� The fine hot assed female sucking his dick didn't have red hair, she had dark brown hair. Why did Jill dye her hair?
"Claytie! You're just in time," Jack jovially greeted taking the stogie out of his mouth. "Sorry, but we got started a little early.� Hope you don't mind."
Sandy rocked back away from Jack's groin, turned towards me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She rose and smiling, she came up to me, laying on a wet sloppy kiss.� "Thank you, baby," she said. "You're really the best, you know.� I loved my surprise and I love you." She kissed me again, as only a loving wife can and I realized that maybe I wouldn't be in hot water for what I did with Jill while she was out of town.�
"Hey, hot lips!" Jack called out.� "Be a good girl and get us a couple of cold ones."� Sandy broke off the kiss and sashayed nude to the kitchen.
"Your wife's a terrific fuck, Clay.� First class pussy!"
I was so surprised at my "surprise," that I was speechless. Then as if everything was just as normal as could be, Jack changed the subject.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you at work.� Your probation period is up and the boss is putting you on as a full fledged program engineer and I'm happy to say that your paltry salary is being increased at least two fold."
"Two fold!"
"You heard me right."
Right then Sandy came back beaming radiantly with our cold beers.� "Honey!� Did you hear?" I asked, the fact that she was naked and had just fucked my boss a side issue.
"About your job?� Yes!� Isn't it wonderful, baby!"
"Say, this calls for a celebration," Jack interjected.� "Sandy, go call Jill and tell her to get her cock loving pussy over here pronto!� Tell her she has two hard cocks waiting for her.� No, make that two hard cocks and a cum loaded pussy waiting for her."
He turned to me and asked, "You ever see two sluts eating each other?"
"Uh, no..."
"You're in for treat, my friend," he gleefully said.
I looked to my naked wife, her cunt fur matted and wet with the cum of my best friend and boss. She looked a bit distraught.
"Go on and call her," I told her.� "Call her now." As my loving dutiful wife turned to make the call, I added, "And tell Jill exactly what Jack just said. �You're gonna eat some pussy, baby."
Sandy made the call and she told Jill exactly what Jack had said to tell her.� By then I had stripped off my clothes.
"Come here, baby," I told her, "and give me a blowjob."� Sandy stepped up to me, looked over at Jack who was now playing with himself, knelt and took me into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, slut, suck his dick," Jack called out.
I was already hard, but she got me harder in no time.� I looked towards Jack, tipped my bottle at him and we both took a swig of beer.
"You remember the surprise you have for her?" Jack asked a few moments later.� Actually I had forgotten all about that.� He rose and disappeared into the back, soon reappearing with a tube of fuck grease in his hand.�
He reached down taking Sandy by the upper arm and pulled her up and off me.� "Come with me, slut," he said and led my young wife to the little pub table where we took our meals.� He bent her over the table, face down, then crawled up on it himself, straddled and sat on her back so that she couldn't get away. Grinning he leaned over and spread her ass cheeks apart with his hands.
I was greased up by then and put my slippery hard cock to her puckered anus.� With one hard push, I buried myself to the balls in her ass.� "Ohhhh!" she cried out.� "Take it easy!"
"Fuck her," Jack snarled in his best Marine sergeant voice.� I didn't take it easy on her and fucked her hard from the get go.
She began hollering, but not so much in pain as in lust.� "Fuck me!� Fuck me you bastards!� Fuck my ass!� Fuck my pussy!� Fuck my mouth!� Fuck me anyway you want, just fuck meeee!"� Man, with my wife urging me on like that and after missing her for two days and thinking about her all night at work, I quickly worked up a great cum.�
Soon I was hollering with her, "Take my dick!� Take it up your ass!" I shouted.
Jacked added to the noise by urging, "Fuck her ass, boy!� Fuck her ass!"
There was a knocking on the wall and muffled shouts for us to knock it off.� We had woken up the neighbors!
Ignoring the complaining neighbor I bellowed out, "I'm cumming in your ass, slut!� I'm cumming in your ass!"� That was the first time I'd ever called my precious Sandy a slut, though it was soon to become a common moniker for her, a moniker she embraced as the total sexual creature she had become.�
The sweet agony swept over me and my vision blurred as my prostate violently contracted and shot my first load of the day up through my cock and into her accommodating ass. I kept pounding her butt until I was depleted, my cock softened and plopped out of her ass with a rude noise.� I staggered back spent for the moment.� Like a cat, Jack was off the table and ran his big dick up her now gaping asshole.� The hollering began anew as Jack vigorously fucked my young wife's ass.�
The banging on the walls had now turned into a banging on my door.� I opened it without regard to my nudity.� Just as I suspected it was the ever complaining old woman from next door.�
For once she really had reason to complain as Sandy was clearly shouting, "Fuck my ass, you bastard.� Fuck it with that big nasty prick of yours!� Fuck me!� Fuck my ass!"
Along with that, Jack was yelling, "Take my fucking dick, you slut!" along with a few other choice words.
"You people are disgusting," the old hag shouted.� "I'm going to call the police!"
"Call them," I spat back and slammed the door in her face.�
I quickly returned to watch my wife being ass fucked.� Having recently unloaded his balls, Jack had good stamina and was still fucking the hell out of Sandy when I heard another knock at the door.� Expecting the police, I was pleasantly pleased to see Jill there instead.� I ushered her in, closed and locked the door.
Jill wasn't wearing much, just a thin robe which she threw off, my lips attaching to one her pink nips before the robe ever hit the floor.
Not even nineteen yet, I had great recuperative powers and soon had Jill on the floor pumping away at her.� Jack had unloaded in Sandy's ass and was sucking her tits on the sofa when the knock came.� We tried to ignore it, but an authoritative voice called out, "Police!� Open up!"
I was loathe to interrupt my fornication with Jill, but Jack, having more sense than I did, got up, opened the door and let the two police officers in.
"Is there a problem, Officer?" Jack asked standing there nude and unconcerned, the place reeking of pussy and ass.
Taking in the scene, one of the officers said, "Um, there's been a complaint about noise and indecent activities."
"We got a little carried away," Jack admitted.
"How old is she?" he asked pointing to Sandy, who red faced, was still on the sofa trying to be modest by covering herself with her hands, only she wasn't doing such a good job.
"She's over eighteen," Jack told him, "and she's my friend's wife," pointing to me.
The officer called out to Sandy, "How old are you, Ma'am?"
"Eighteen," she meekly squeaked.
"I need to see some ID." Sandy� remained frozen on the sofa, her face a bright red.
"Ma'am, I need to see your ID," he repeated.
She still didn't move until Jack told her to, "Show the man your ID, so he'll know how old you are.� Do it now, cunt!"
Sandy jumped up.� Her purse, as always, was on the little foyer table next to door where the two cops were.��
No more than two feet from the two officers, if that, she rummaged around in her purse totally nude.� After a moment and having made no effort so far to divert his gaze, the first officer said, "Ma'am, please cover up."� But she didn't have any clothes handy to cover up with, except in the bedroom.� She panicked and froze.
"Forget the clothes, Sandy, just show him your ID," Jack said.� If he hadn't said that, she'd probably still be standing there wondering what to do.
After showing the policeman her driver's license, Sandy, redder than I ever seen before or since, ran back to the sofa where she curled up in a ball.
"And her?" the officer asked gesturing towards Jill who was spread out and unabashedly showing her ample charms.
"She's my wife," Jack answered.� "She's twenty six.� I'm forty one.� We're all consenting adults here.� Nothing really to see."
"I'm seeing plenty," the other officer quipped causing his so serious partner to break out with a grin.� Those guys see plenty I'm sure.� Then sniffing the air he added, "Passes the smell test."� His partner nearly lost it.
Recovering his composure the first officer said, "Well, keep the noise down. You're disturbing the neighbors."
"Yes, sir, we'll do that," replied Jack respectfully. "Sorry, we got a little carried away."
"Can I offer you gentlemen a cup of coffee?"� he added.
Without waiting for a reply, Jack turned to Sandy and said, "Cupcake, get these officers a cup of coffee.� Now, go on, baby."� Sandy rose and went to the kitchen where there was a hot pot of coffee already brewed.
The two officers watched as she walked away.� Only when she was out of sight did the first officer decline, saying, "No thank you.� Maybe some other time."
"I understand. You're on duty and can't be seen as showing favor," Jack said.� "But after you are off duty, please feel free come by."
"Are you soliciting us?" the first officer said.
"Oh, no!� Not at all. Just offering coffee."
"I just might take you up on that," the second officer said which earned him a stern look from his partner. "The coffee, that is."
The officers turned and exited. After a suitable moment, Jack burst out laughing.� Me, I was still scared that we were all going to be arrested.� For what I wasn't sure.� Indecency perhaps?���
Sandy reappeared with two cups of coffee and looked around bewildered. "Thanks, doll," Jack said taking a cup from her.
He lifted the cup to her in a silent toast, took a sip and then asked, "Who wants to fuck?"
"I do," Jill chimed still on the floor fingering her cunt.
Sandy giggled and said quietly, "I do."
"I'm sure, stud boy here wants to," he said gesturing towards me, "so it's unanimous.� Let's fuck!"
... I've been a very bad girl and my darling husband has
been a very bad boy.� What a party! I'm
now officially a slut and I couldn't be happier about it.� Mama was right. Let men be men and reap the
rewards! Jack and Jill left just before noon as Clayton needed to get
some sleep... poor baby!�� From the
moment Jack lifted me up this morning and sat me down on his cock, until they
left, we've had sex the whole time and not just the guys with us girls. After Clayton called and told me to dress sexy for him and
that he had a surprise for me, and when Jack showed up and said,
"Surprise!"� I thought he was
the surprise.� I now know that wasn't the
surprise Clayton intended, but that's all a moot point now.� Mama's right, sex is fun! After our guests left, and before Clayton zonked out, I
asked Clayton if he enjoyed what had happened.�
He did.� He asked me if I enjoyed
it.� I did!� I really did and told him that I am looking
forward to having Jack and Jill over again soon. Oh, I'm really looking forward
to it!� Clayton is too! Who ever knew
that being married could be such fun!
I had trouble concentrating during my classes that night, the images of Sandy having sex with both Jack and Jill, distracted me from capacitors, resistors, diodes and Ohm's Law.� It was a hot party, but as the hours ticked away, I had some doubts about the whole thing.� Hell, I let Jack fuck my Sandy!� And not just once, but several times.� I even let him fuck her in the ass!� Of course I had Jill to fuck however and whenever I wanted, so there was a tradeoff.� Luckily, Sandy thought it was all great fun and even thanked me for letting her be a total slut.
But the more I rationally analyzed it, the more I came to realize that I'd been set up.� At the time, over at Jack's banging Jill, I didn't realize that there would be a quid pro quo. I just thought... I didn't think, my dick was doing all the thinking. Even at the radio station I didn't realize what Jack expected, even when he was telling me how much he wanted to fuck Sandy... I just thought it was all guy talk. But, he was serious. It wasn't just idle talk after all.� Even when he left the studio early telling me that he needed to drain his balls, I thought he was going to be draining them in his wife, not mine!
Then the biggest come on... my new job and my big raise.� When he told me that, I could hardly believe it, as I wasn't expecting anything like that until January after I finished my electronics course.� I was so happy with that that it distracted me from the plain fact that he had just fucked Sandy.� Turns out, he sort of jumped the gun, something he admitted to the next day; I wouldn't get my promotion and raise until January, at the earliest, but he reassured me that it would happen.� In the meantime...
I came home from class on Wednesday and found Sandy in bed with Jack, the sheets marked with pecker tracks.� Instead of being angry about it, I got hard, got naked and helped myself to sloppy seconds.� It wouldn't be the only time that would happen.� Sometimes Jack would show up before I went to class and I'd watch her blow him or fuck him before I left. Sometimes Jill would be with him and we'd have a four-way.� Sometimes I'd get home and find her in bed with just Jill.� My wife was a hot slut and I loved it.
It was a Thursday, a week before Christmas and I had just finished eating my dinner before heading to class when Jack showed up.� We talked.� He flirted with Sandy and she flirted back.� Next thing I knew he had his hands up her t-shirt feeling her up and she was squeezing his crotch. Any moment and he'd have her on the table fucking her.� There was a knock at the door.� I went to answer it and there was this guy there.� He looked vaguely familiar.
"Oh, hi," he said.� "I'm off duty and was wondering if that offer for a cup of coffee was still good."� It was one the cops, now dressed in civvies, who had raided our orgy, the second one who never said very much, but who was all eyes.
We still had a cup or two that was fresh, and not wanting to get on the bad side of the law, I invited him in.� Stepping into the kitchen, I was happy to see that Sandy and Jack were still dressed.� "Uh, honey, you remember officer..."
"Tom.� Just call me Tom," the off-duty cop said as he took off his leather jacket.
"He's here for a cup of coffee," I explained.
"Oh, sure," Sandy replied.� She turned to retrieve a cup from the cabinet.�
With Sandy with her back to us fixing the man his coffee, Jack, grinning, made a circle with his thumb and index finger, then pumped his other finger through it rapidly.� Tom looked at me with a smile and nodded.
"Cream and sugar?" she said.
"You bet," Tom replied.
She handed him the cup of coffee.� "Thank you, Ma'am," he said before taking a sip.� "But that's not what I'm here for," he said setting the cup down. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and before she knew what was happening he had her handcuffed behind her back.
Sandy was as surprised as she had ever been.� Tom reaches into his pocket, produces a foil packet with a condom and tosses it onto the small kitchen table.� "You really don't mind, do you?" he asked Sandy and he began unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.� I think she was too stunned to say anything. A moment later and he had her jeans and panties completely off.��
... Jack is something else!�
I'm expecting him and my husband to come to my aid, but Clayton just
stands there watching and Jack, he comes up and pulls my t-shirt up and over my
head.� Of course with my hands cuffed
behind my back he could only get it behind my neck and a little ways down my
arms. Then I'm bent over the table and my ankles are kicked apart. I'm scared and about to be raped, but my pussy isn't scared
at all, in fact it is wet and positively tingling with anticipation. I'm
expecting this stranger's dick to be shoved up my twat, when instead, I feel
his hand slide between my legs from the back and slide through my gash. "This slut's soaking wet," he announces.� I could have died of embarrassment right then
and there, but was distracted as he proceeded to diddle my clit.� I honestly was trying my best not to get
aroused, but my body was having other ideas.
Having seen Jack get her off with his fingers a time or three, I could tell when my wife came.� The cop pulled his hand away and then shoved his rubber sheathed cock up my wife's sex.� "Yeah, come on my dick, slut," he said fucking her hard.� "Cum on my dick!� That's it, slut, squeeze my cock.� Damn, you have a great snatch!"
Watching my orgasming wife being fucked by this guy, and seeing how much she was enjoying it, my dick was about to rip right through my jeans.
"Go give her your dick to suck," Jack urged me.
The little pub table was perfect for a dual and Jack and I had done that any number of times with both her and Jill and it was always hot.� A moment later I was pushing my cock into Sandy's face and she was gobbling dick while being "raped".
By and by Tom grunted his pleasure and a minute or so later, pulled out of my wife's cunt.� He stepped away and Jack was there to take his place, bareback as always. I unloaded in her sucking maw about then.�
As I stepped away, the cop ripped the rubber off his dick and plopped it onto the table, then while Jack fucked her, he had her suck his dick clean.�
Jack, as always, had great stamina and fucked her for fifteen minutes or more before I had my turn at my wife's pussy.�
When it was all said and done and Sandy was uncuffed, I was late for class.� I had to run out of there, leaving my now naked wife with two randy naked guys.�
It was no surprise to find the three of them still naked when I got home around nine thirty that evening.� The only surprise was that Jill was now there along with another "girl" who turned out to be Tom's wife.� Tina was a big girl, not fat, just tall, with long blond hair and big bulging tits.� She was a regular Amazon.� Tina was delighted to have first dibs on my relatively fresh dick and she fucked me cross-eyed.
Tom and Tina became regulars with us along with Jack and Jill.� Through them we meet a lot of like minded couples who liked to party.� It's been the same way ever since and we are as in love as ever, maybe more.�
We were careful when it came to having kids and all three are mine, even though Uncle Jack jokes around wondering which one is his.� "Someday, one of them will be mine," he says and maybe he's right.� One of these days he might knock up my Sandy, but so far it's only been me knocking up Jill and Jack's determined to get even.
THE END
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