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   Stacy Lancaster: Call me Bunny (MMF, cuckold(?)) By Boondocker
(Boondocker42@gmail.com)

   Jared had begged his wife to come.  It had very nearly turned into a
real fight and they hadn't had many of those.  But he absolutely didn't
want to go to the damn convention alone.

   So finally, she relented.  She agreed to go to the state HVAC convention
with him.  Spending two nights at a casino hotel near the convention
center.

   He had wanted it to be a fun trip.  More importantly, he hadn't wanted
to go alone.  It was going to be so boring.  Two years earlier he'd done
it; same convention, same casino and he'd nearly gone mad.  He had no
interest in gambling and he could reasonably get only so drunk.

   When the highlight is the presentation on tonnage calculations and new
energy-efficient window coatings, you know you've hit the lowest point of
dull.

   So, he begged Stacey to come.  But she was no more interested in
gambling than he and was even less of a drinker.  He couldn't sell her on
the food at the buffets because he'd complained so much about it the last
time.

   In the end, he just bitched and moaned continuously for two weeks until
she gave in.  But she was pissed.

   Now it was Saturday night.  The convention proper was over and all the
manly HVAC dudes were whooping it up at the bars and casinos.  The
Lancasters had just left the still disappointing buffet and had gotten a
couple stools at the bar.

   Jared looked at his wife.  She was dressed for comfort and modesty
because that's the kind of mood she was in.  Button shirt over halter and
jeans.  And undoubtedly one of her damn thick bras she wore to keep her
nips from showing.  When she wasn't remembering to glare at him, she looked
miserable.  Jared had really fucked up.  She'd been this way since Thursday
evening.

   Needless to say, there'd been no wild hotel sex.  Nothing but cold
resentment.

   Yeah, he fucked up.  But at last Stacy did seem to be getting a little
out of people watching at the moment.  Jared looked around.  And he sat and
watched with his wife.

   It was...  almost sad.  Very few of the convention attendees were women
but plenty of the other guys had brought wives and girlfriends.  You could
see them hanging on each other.  There was a tension in the casino...  so
many of these people knew for certain they were about to go up to their
respective rooms and have sex.  Because it was Saturday and they were at a
hotel and that's what you do.  You have sex...  usually adventurous and
loud sex.

   Many of these couples would share showers tonight and try new positions
and wake up for a rare round two in the middle of the night.

   Jared wondered if Stacey would relent tonight.  His wife was a little
fuck bunny when it suited her...  actually, a sexual goddess when the
situation was right.  Hell they'd been swinging once in a while for two
years now.  But at the moment, she was pissed off and miserable.

   Maybe the energy in the room would get to her.

   Of course, not all the conventioneers had brought SOs.  There were a lot
of healthy single men on the prowl in the casino.  For them, the pickings
were on the slim side...  there were precious few "HVAC babes" and only so
many unattached women that had happened to come to the casino on this
particular night.

   A sudden thought occurred to Jared and he took stock of the women lining
the bars and idling in discrete corners.  Shit.  The place was probably
full of hookers.

   *****

   Stacy watched the farce.  Yes, she felt the energy in the air but it
wasn't having much effect on her.  It all looked a little sad.  More power
to the couples psyching themselves up for a big night between the sheets,
she supposed, but the single men were looking desperate.

   Actually, the whole thing reminded her of a certain sales guy from work.
One she'd gotten fired after he didn't take a firm 'no' as an answer a
couple years earlier.  Bruce was an ass that thought he was god's gift to
women.  In the end, after the drama and after he'd been fired, she
confronted him and called him a little boy that couldn't really satisfy a
woman.  He'd pressed a lot of her buttons and she'd lashed out at the end
there.

   Now she was watching the same type ping-ponging from woman to woman in
the casino looking for a flower to stick their wick in.  One dufus in
particular had caught her eye.

   Well, okay.  To be honest, mostly what caught her eyes was his broad
shoulders and narrow waste.  And he looked to be six-three or four.  His
dark hair was long enough to be unruly but didn't quite reach his collar.
His face wasn't anything special but with a body like that, who cares.

   So yes, Stacey was kind of watching the dufus and liked what she saw. 
But what she heard the time or two his chat-up lines had been within ear
shot made ever muscle in her body cringe.

   He has actually said to one well put together lady that was probably too
old for him "Your luck just changed little honey.  I want you to be my
jackpot."

   He was just like Bruce.  So self centered and yet lacking in self
awareness.  Oh, and drunk.

   Suddenly, Stacy wanted to test her theory.  She wanted to prove to
herself she had been right about Bruce.  Men like this were selfish in life
and selfish in bed.  Men that didn't have what it took to satisfy a woman.

   Certainly not a passionate and sometimes very honey woman like Stacy
Lancaster.

   Men who weren't anything like the loving, passionate and studly (if not
exactly model-heartthrob material) man she had married.

   Hey, she was mad at him but she still loves him to bits.

   "Get me something to drink." she told Jared abruptly.

   He blinked.  "You want ice tea or something?"

   "No.  Booze.  Something strong.  Something that doesn't taste like
gasoline please."

   Stacy basically didn't drink; didn't like it and didn't know much about
it.  Jared got the bartender's attention.  "Two rum and cokes please." he
said.  Keep it simple.

   "Make it a double." Stacy added.  Then, after a pause, "If that's a
thing."

   They waited for the drinks in silence, Jared trying to watch the crowd.
When the drinks came, Stacy sucked at the little swizzle straw while Jared
sipped his.  She couldn't help making a face at the rum taste but she was
down to slurping ice quickly.  "Another." she said.

   This time it was just a single...  Jared didn't know where this was
going but he was always going to watch out for his wife.

   Whatever her goal was, she was satisfied with the second drink.  She
wasn't feeling it yet, especially with a stomach full of mediocre buffet
food, but she trusted it would affect her eventually.

   She slid off the stool, glancing at the dufus stud one last time before
moving toward the elevators.  "Come up to the room.  I need to change
cloths." she said.

   *****

   Jared followed his wife.  The walk and the elevator ride passed in
silence.  He couldn't read what she was up to.

   In their room she began to strip unceremoniously.  He raised his
eyebrows at her.  She wasn't moving sexy (and damn could the fuck-bunny
move like sex itself), but...  shrugging, he reached for his belt.

   "For crying out loud, Jared, keep your pants on." She said.  She was
down to nothing but panties and socks for a moment.  Then she was pulling
out a cocktail dress.

   "Here's what's about to happen.  I'm going to play a little game with
one of the sharks downstairs." She pulled the dress over her head.

   "Card shark?" Jared asked.

   "No, dummy.  One of those single guys trying to score.  And besides,
it's actually a card *sharp*."

   "Oh.  Okay.  What kind of game?"

   "I'm going to come on to him like I haven't been dicked in a year, bring
him up to this hotel room and fuck him into the ground." She said, applying
some lipstick.

   They had of course swung before so Jared wasn't shocked per se but this
was certainly a different kind of game.

   "...  where will I be?"

   There was finally something resembling a smile on her face as she took
off her socks and slipped on a pair of flats.  "You'll be there.  You have
an important role to play."

   Dressed now, she stood in front of him.  Taking a breath (and starting
to feel the rum now) she looked him in the eye.  "Jared, I think I'm about
to do the meanest thing I've ever done in my life."

   She didn't seem to be joking.  He tilted his head in question.  "First
of all, I'm going to tell a stranger that you're a wimp of a husband that's
terrible in bed and won't stop me from fucking who I want because you're
just pathetic."

   She let that sink in.  Jared didn't know what to say.  His default
position was 100% trust in his wife.  But when someone looks you in the eye
and tells you they're about to do the meanest thing they've ever done in
their life...

   "Well, we both know that's not true." He answered.  "So what's the
catch?"

   Stacy proceeded to explain the catch to him.  She told him how to play
his role and what to expect from her.

   "Okay, I guess I'm on board." he said finally.  Let's face it, it
sounded hot even if it was going to be rough on the victim.  "But what if
he actually turns out to be good?"

   Stacy smirked.  "Then I have two studs to fuck all night.  Not exactly a
losing proposition.  Might even make this trip worth while."

   *****

   The casino was not living up to his expectations.  Zeke couldn't
understand why all these gambling bitches were so up-tight.  It was
Saturday night, he had a room in the hotel and he was built like a Greek
god.  He should have them lining up.  He should be taking them on two or
three at a time.

   He looked around.  It didn't help that there were a couple dozen other
dudes on the hunt as well.  Damn, he'd struck out Friday night and things
weren't looking much better now.

   The bartender put another Manhattan in front of him.  Then <b>she</b>
slid onto the stool beside him.  He gave her the usual appraisal.  She
looked good.  Short of thirty, wearing a hot little deep green
satin-looking cocktail dress.  The soft material was loose but had a
tendency to cling to the right curves.

   Her titties were a bit small but looked perky.  At least they weren't
fake.  He would have pegged her for another hooker...  the casino was
crawling with them with a convention in town...  but she was wearing a
wedding ring.  About the time Zeke saw the ring, a dumpy little guy in
khakis took the stool next to her.

   Hell.  Zeke had no objection to pulling married chicks but he knew
nothing was going to happen with hubby right there.  His shoulders slumped
and he turned his focus back to his cocktail.

   Before he lifted it to his lips, a small hand reached in and plucked the
cherry from his drink.  He turned to look at the chick in green again.  She
smiled at him as she popped it into her mouth and pulled on the stem.  The
bright maraschino color almost perfectly matched her painted lips.  She
chewed and swallowed and then bent closer to him.  She put her hand on his
thigh.  "Think you can help a girl out, honey?" She asked.

   At this point, Zeke knew a lot of guys would stammer or freeze up but
real men knew how to control a situation.  "It would be my pleasure to help
a lady in need."

   She chuckled.  It was sexy and deep.  It made the neckline of her dress
jiggle and Zeke stared down it.  He could nearly see the tips of her small,
snowy peaks.  "Oh yes.  I need a man." she said.  She didn't seem to mind
the way he was looking down her dress...  she even tugged the front down a
little more.

   The little dumpy guy she sat down with interrupted.  "Honey.  Please. 
Anything but this.  I promise I'll..."

   "Shut up." She snapped at him.  The way anger flashed in her eyes was
really hot to Zeke.  "I told you what would happen if you disappointed me!"

   She put a hand on Zeke's arm.  He looked into here eyes.  One lock of
her short brown hair hung over her face.  "That's my husband," she said
quietly.  "He's the reason I need a man's help." She ran her hand up his
arm, squeezing his bicep.  "A real man, I mean."

   Zeke smiled at that.  Yeah.  This woman gets it.  Women need powerful
men.  Big men like him.

   "Girl, you found the right guy.  I always give my women everything they
need."

   The woman shivered at his words.  A hand went back to his thigh and
squeezed hard.  "Oh," she said, more a moan than a word.  "Yes, just what I
wanted to hear.  What I need." The hand slid a little closer to his groin.
She bit her lips and leaned closer to whisper.  "If you have something big
and hard for me, I will make it very, very happy." As she whispered the
final word her had slid the rest of the way to touch his wakening member.

   Now it was his turn to shudder.  "Oh yeah.  If your little hubby isn't
getting the job done, I know I have the tools to set you right."

   She'd completely lost contact with her own stool and was nearly in his
lap now.  The hand that wasn't teasing his manhood played briefly with his
ear.  "One extra thing, big boy.  You need to let my husband watch.  He
needs to learn.  Learn how a real man pleasures a woman and learn what I do
about it when he doesn't."

   He grabbed her hair.  They were just shy of making a scene but Zeke
didn't care.  "You really want the little man to watch you scream for my
big cock?  Cool with me.  I like an audience." He assumed he would.  Hadn't
really happened before...

   She grabbed his collar and drug him off the stool.  "We're going to our
room right now." She said, loud enough for her husband to hear.

   Zeke grabbed her ass in the elevator.  "I'm Zeke, just so you know who's
name to scream." he said.  She ground herself against his groin as her
husband looked miserable in the corner.

   "Call me Bunny." She said.

   *****

   At the door to their room, Bunny pressed herself back against Zeke and
ran the small of her back up and down against his throbbing wood. 
Chuckling, he slid his hand down her neckline and palmed a flushed breast.
Her little nip was throbbing and engorged.  "Little lady is in real need,
buddy.  How the hell can you let a hot piece of ass like this down?  I'd be
nailing her morning, noon and night."

   `What, just three times a day?` the woman who called herself Bunny
thought.  But what she said was.  "Open the door, Jay.  Unless you want to
just watch the show kick off out here." She gave an extra deep grind on
Zeke's pants-front.  Pre-cum was already showing in a wet patch on the
front of his jeans.

   Jay got the door open.  They all slipped inside and he closed the door
after.

   Approaching the bed, Bunny spun in Zeke's arms.  Her dress pulled away
from one shoulder, showing more of her porcelain skin.  His hands came to
rest on her lively ass.  She swept her hair back but one bang remained over
her eye.  She looked up at him.  Her eyes were bright and she wore a smile
that promised mischief.  "Take a seat, honey." she said to her husband. 
"Watch carefully.  Try to learn something."

   The little chick wasn't the most attractive woman he'd ever been with
but right that second, she was sexier than anything he'd ever seen in the
flesh or on screen.  There was something primal about her, as if she were
about to grow fangs.

   And then she slid her hand along the solid bulge of his cock and gripped
it hard.  He nearly came in his pants.  He almost stepped away but he
groaned and forced himself to hold back.  Her eyes fluttered as she felt
his surging girth.  "Oh fuck I need this thing.  Sorry honey.  We aren't
going to be able to teach you how to be hung like a bull like my man Zeke
here."

   Suddenly impatient, she worked at the snaps on his pants.  "Get naked.
Now." She commanded.  "I want to see it.  I want to see everything." He
squirmed out of his shirt while she lowered his zipper.  Licking her lips,
she slid his jeans down.  There was a period of awkwardness as he struggled
to slip his shoes of with his jeans bunched up around his ankles but when
he won free, Bunny stepped back to look at him.

   His boxers were tented enormously.  Biting the corner of her lip, she
whispered.  "Move into the light." The room was dim the way most hotel
rooms are.  He stepped into the pool of light cast by the bedside lamps. 
She held up a hand.  "There.  Stay there."

   The way Bunny was looking at him made Zeke want to take a bite out of
her.  Or throw her over his shoulder and escape into the woods.  Or just
fuck the daylights out of her.  Her hungry, feral gaze studied the contours
of his long legs and sleek muscles.  Work kept him fit.  Not cut and
bulging but sleek and solid.

   "Jay.  Come turn down the bed.  Take all the covers off."

   Little hubby rose slowly.  Zeke watched him with a smirk.  Bunny just
kept eye-fucking his body.  He knew she could see the pre-cum dripping from
the swollen head of his cock and seeping through the boxers that still hid
it.

   When the bed was ready, Bunny said, "Back to your chair, dear."

   Zeke and Bunny were standing six feet apart or so.  She kicked her shoes
into a corner.  Now she looked into his eyes.  Holding his gaze, she
reached back to lower her zipper.  The faint sound made Zeke's cock bob in
it's shroud.  Her lips turned up at the corner.

   She let the dress fall from her shoulder and pool to the ground.

   Her gorgeous, perfectly shaped little breasts were like something from a
painting.  Palm-fulls of joy with just enough weight to slope properly. 
They were topped by souffle-like areolas, swollen with passion.

   "Zeke." she said, voice husky.  "Do it now.  Show me your man-cock."

   Into the theatre of the thing now, Zeke put his thumbs in his waistband
but paused.  He teased her a couple heartbeats more.  Jesus, Mary, Joseph
this bitch was actually salivating for him.  Exactly the way every woman
should.

   Finally, he slowly lowered his boxers and his big piece of meat spring
free.

   The woman calling herself Bunny had to admit, Zeke was a fantastic
specimen.  She let herself enjoy the sight.  Felt her pussy throb and and
begin to drip.  Soon it would wrap around....  that.

   It was a cock that went well with that body.  It was thick.  Very thick.
And at perhaps nine inches, it looked like a fucking log.

   "Oh Zeke, you are definitely the man I need.  Just two ground rules."

   Zeke ached to stroke his shaft but he was already near the bursting
point.  "I'm listening.  I'll listen for about 5 seconds and then I'm just
going to take you."

   "Oh please do.  The rules are simple.  Rule one; you don't slide these
panties off me.  You rip them in half." Everyone in the room leaked a
little extra sex juice when she said those words.

   "Fuck, Bunny, in about two seconds I'm going to rip the whole bed apart.
What's the second rule."

   "Make me scream."

   Like the words were a starter's pistol, Zeke rushed Bunny.  She squealed
in the sexiest possible way when he swept her into his powerful arms.  He
held her for only a split second before rolling into bed with her.  The
girl knew her way around a mattress and a man.  She twisted deftly in his
grasp and was on her back with her legs spread as he rose to knees.

   They stared at each other for a moment, each struck by the contrasts of
hard and soft.  She was a normal sized woman, 5' 8" or so, but right that
moment she looked tiny as his massive erection loomed over her.

   Unable to resist, Jay drug the chair closer to the bed to see better. 
His pants-front was tented painfully over his own manhood.  But the look of
despair he wore did not seem to entirely reach his eyes.

   Grinning, Zeke grabbed the front of Bunny's panties in both hands and
heaved.  Bunny very much enjoyed the brief flex of muscle and the sensation
of being manhandled.  She felt the power of his body and it excited her. 
She wondered if he knew how to use it.

   The first rip freed one leg.  Then Zeke's big hand dug into her crotch
to grab the gusset and rip the other leg hole apart.  His knuckles felt the
soppy heat of her beaver and lush pussy lips and he nearly shot his load
right then.

   Bunny whimpered as her sex was briefly teased before Zeke tossed the
ruined scrap of cloth aside.

   Bunny knew what was coming.  She had told him to make her scream and she
had not once asked that he be gentle.  And he was a meathead.

   Real man Zeke was about to shove his log-sized cock into her tiny little
pussy.

   She didn't think she was going to have to fake a scream.

   Her pussy lips glistened and animal instinct took over.  Zeke, grabbed
her thigh in one hand and his cock in the other and pressed home urgently.

   Fuck.  His first attempt went low, into the bed between her ass cheeks.
Snorting, he puled his cock up until it caught her snatch and then surged
forward again.

   The tight velvet swamp heat of an eager pussy swallowed most of his
enormous weapon in the blink of an eye.

   "Crist!" Bunny screamed.  The word was an after-thought.  Really, she
was just wailing in shock.  She couldn't tell if it was pain per se or
what. She was confident her body could take anything this brute could dish
out but that first strike had been a bit much.

   But then again, her pussy seemed to be trying to swallow more of his
gargantuan shaft.  Despite herself, Bunny arched her back, pressing her
groin closer to Zeke.  "Yes!" she cried.  "Fuck me!  More!"

   Her clasping cunt and dancing hips were just unbelievable.  He'd never
had bitch this lively before.  "Shit.  Yes.  Take it, whore." he grunted.
He stroked a few inches out and then rammed her again.  Leaning forward, he
insured he forced every last millimeter into the bitch.

   And she came.  Lord have mercy, how that slut came.  "That's right. 
Watch my little pussy cream.  God, your cock is amazing!  Don't stop.  Dick
me!  I'm you're whore all night long.  Just keep fucking me!"

   Except the thing was, even as she was saying the words, begging him to
pound her over and over again, his balls just let loose.

   He jerked free from her climaxing pussy, squeezing his cock. 
Desperately, he tried to hold back what was coming but he just couldn't. 
The bitch was just too hot.

   Zeke huffed and snarled.  Bunny yelled "What the hell?" about to beg him
to put his cock back in her when the first white blast spat from his organ.

   The poor guy had been on the prowl for two days and had a lot of need
built up.

   Bunny was mentally off balance.  The shock of his initial assault and
the ecstasy of her own climax ran into the reality of Zeke's surging
orgasm. "No!" she screamed as ropey shots of his sperm cascaded over her
tits and stomach and splayed sex.  "What the fuck?"

   Zeke was still cross-eyed and groaning and it felt like his life was
being drawn out through his dick.  "Oh god, You're so hot baby.  That was
amazing!"

   The woman calling herself Bunny sputtered.  He'd been even quicker than
she was expecting.  "Well at least stay hard, damn it." She snapped.  She
looked down at her body, covered in jizz.  The woman actually had a bit of
a kink for cum usually but Zeke's smelly load nauseated her.  "Jared!  Get
me some wet rags and a towel." Her voice had less command in it now, more a
request for help.  Her husband, the man she needed to go back to calling
Jay, hastened into the bathroom and returned shortly.

   Zeke was in a slight daze, still kneeling on the bed between her legs.
She cleaned herself as Jay watched.  Retaining a final washcloth, she
mentally gathered herself.  Really, things were going to plan; it had just
been more sudden than she was ready for.  She tried to shift her mind back
into a more sensual mode.  Her laughably easy seduction of the duffus had
been fun and she had been letting genuine urges guide her.  She needed to
get back to that.

   "Come here." she said, though it was she that moved to kneel before
Zeke. "I want a closer look at this fantastic cock." She did indeed inspect
his cock as she washed their juices from it with the rag.

   Zeke's enormous manhood was at least still firm.  Gazing up at him, she
kissed and gently tongued the sensitive cap.  Zeke's legs shook and he
hissed "Ffffuck."

   She stroked him gently.  "My, that was quite an explosion.  Has it been
a while, stud?"

   "Nah babe, you're just smoke'n hot"

   Bunny smiled.  "hmmm," she said and gently scratched his nutsack.

   "If we're going to show my hubby how a real man's supposed to treat a
woman, you need to put this big thing back in me."

   Zeke watched as the sexpot turned away and seductively crawled across
the bed to the headboard.  She grabbed it and then wiggled her ass at him.
"Come on, your whore is waiting."

   Frankly, Zeke would have rested and recharged if he'd had a choice.  But
this woman was challenging him and his pride was on the line.  Especially
with her little wimp husband watching.

   So he manned up and got into position.  Her plush ass cheeks fit nicely
into his big hands.  Her pussy was spread out in welcome.  A little more
gently this time, he sheathed himself in her.

   Bunny groaned and ground her ass against him once every inch and filled
her.  "Yeah.  Nice cock.  Nice, big fucking cock.  Make your whore happy,
stud."

   The way she talked.  The way she moved.  This bitch loved to fuck and
was freaking incredible at it.  Her words, the tightness of her hole, the
energy of her movements and a subtle strength behind it all was awe
inspiring.

   You'd think that after emptying one load all over the slut, Zeke could
have held out longer.  He should have held out a lot longer.

   But in under two minutes he began to shudder.

   "What the hell!" Bunny screamed.  Again, it had gone even quicker than
she planned.  "I haven't even cum yet, jerk!" she screamed again.  But he
had clearly lost control.  She felt him surge inside her once and suddenly
felt very dirty.  She heaved back against him, dumping him on his ass and
out of her pussy.

   His big cock flopped around like a fire hose, dribbling more white
baby-juice all over the bed.

   The woman calling herself Bunny was out of the bed before his flow ran
dry.  She found a discarded washrag and wiped at her thighs and mound.

   Then she threw the soiled rag at Zeke's face.  "This the way you treat
all your conquests?" she asked.

   "Hey girl, don't worry about it.  It's..."

   Bunny had no idea where he was going with that but she cut him off.  "I
brought you up here to make me cum my ass off, not so you could blast your
rocks after a pump or two."

   Zeke's cock was soft and his head a little muzzy.  "Look, no worries. 
Give me about an hour and..."

   "An hour?  What the hell am I going to do waiting for you to get it up
in a hour.  Sorry, hey, if you've got a problem down there, you should have
said something earlier.  You're wasting my time."

   "Hey.  I ain't got no problems down there.  Jeeze, give me a break.  I
already shot my load twice!"

   Bunny seemed very slightly mollified.  Or maybe she was just calming
herself.  Still she muttered, "Yeah, twice in about 5 minutes.  And I only
got off once."

   She seemingly remembered the presence of her husband.  "Jay, I guess
I'll have to fuck you while stud muffin here gets his wind back." She
tugged the man she was calling Jay to his feet and began unbuckling his
pants.

   Jay let his wife strip off his pants and underwear.  Zeke was a little
surprised; the guy wasn't porn star material but he had a reasonably sized
cock.  And it was rock hard.

   Kind of business like, Bunny knelt in the chair Jay had occupied,
grabbing the back rest.  "Come on honey, maybe you can do better than you
did this morning."

   "I'll try, dear." He said.  The man being called Jay had actually been
denied for several days himself, contrary to the story 'Bunny' was
spinning. And he actually was comfortable with an audience.  So when he
firmly sank his solid spear into his demanding wife, he did it was a smooth
confidence that confused Zeke.

   "HHmmmgh" moaned Bunny.  She didn't want to make a big deal of it but
Jay's cock felt really, really good.  It was like her pussy knew it was
about to get a proper servicing.

   Her first orgasm came after about a minute of deep, smooth strokes. 
"SSShhhit.  Cumming." Bunny gritted out as he body sang.  She didn't want
Zeke to miss the fact.

   Jay kept to the familiar non-rhythm.  An easy pace but firm.  From time
to time he would grind hard into her for a moment.  Bunny couldn't help but
pant and squeal.

   The man she was calling Jay usually kept this kind of thing up for half
an hour, deliciously fucking her through a dozen orgasms.

   Zeke watched, dumbfounded as the twerp expertly fucked his wife
seemingly forever.  What exactly was going on?  She was obviously getting
off over and over again.

   Eventually, when the couple was perspiring heavily and Bunny seemed
about to lose her voice, Jay looked like he was finally getting close to
finishing.  But Bunny stopped him before he did.  "Hold on honey.  Don't
cum yet." She fended him off with a hand and he pulled out.

   She got shakily to her feet.  For a moment she had a happy, possessive
smile and she reached down and very gently stroked her man's cock.  It
bobbed, wet and angry, looking ready to blow.

   Looking up at Zeke she said, "Now let's see if the big stud is ready for
me yet." She sauntered to where he sat on the bed.

   Despite the steamy performance he'd born whiteness to, his cock still
lay soft and tired between his legs.  Bunny scowled down at it. 
"Seriously?"

   A little mad now, Zeke said, "Well maybe you should help me out, cunt."

   "I plan to." She said, unfazed by his tone.  Glancing at her husband she
asked, "Give me a good pounding while I lick this limpcicle, hun."

   Remaining on her feet, she put one hand on his thigh and the other came
to grips with his heavy but soft hose.  She jerk-stroked it a couple times
as her husband nestled against her ass again.  Bending at the knees a bit,
she re-absorbed his bloated rod with practiced ease.  At the same time she
opened her smallish mouth and fed Zeke's tool between her lips.

   Three voices moaned in unison.  Bunny's dripping pussy felt wonderful
once again wrapped around her man.  Her mouth filled with saliva as the
warm mass of Zeke's big, soft cock filled it.  She closed her eyes and
breathed in his manly musk.  She was dripping at both ends and dizzy with
lust.

   Jay stared at the back of his wife's head.  Her soft ass cheeks were
alive in his hands as he struck deeply into her over and over again.  The
pause in the action had allowed him to bring himself back under control.

   More or less.

   Zeke still didn't know what to think about what was going on but the
whore was slobbering all over his cock while she got seriously fucked.  It
was wild and exciting and finally, his big, perfect cock began to swell.

   Bunny sighed and moaned appreciatively as his cock grew in her mouth. 
She withdrew for a moment and looked up at the stranger.  "OH big boy, I
need you in me so bad." she said.  She ran her hands up and down gorgeous
slab, eyes wide.  "I'm going to cream so good on your huge fucking cock."

   She jambed herself back down on his nearly full member.  It was a lot
more than could fit in her mouth now but that was a good thing.

   Her cunt spasmed, cumming all over her husbands cock yet again.  All
told that night, Zeke had cum twice, fucked her for a grand total of just
over two minutes and managed to make her climax once.  It was such a crying
shame that this fine specimen was a two-pump chump.  A crime.  God's big
fat joke on womankind.

   But was exactly what the woman calling herself Bunny had expected.

   Her husband on the other hand had fucked her for a good twenty minutes,
made her lose track of how often she came and still hadn't shot his first
load.  Any rational observer would have concluded by this point that Zeke
had been set up.

   Coming up for air for just a moment, Bunny groaned, "Cum now for my
baby. Cream my snatch good." Then she jammed her mouth back down on the
monster in front of her.

   Jay slapped her ass hard, leaving a beautiful pink hand print.  Bunny
jerked and yelled around Zeke's stiff manhood.  Jay gave her another bunch
of heavy stabs and then unleashed the flood gates.  "Take it you whore!" he
screamed.  Slightly harsher language than was usually used in their
relationship but he had a role to play.

   Bunny's cunt never stopped climaxing as her husband flooded it with
cream.  The hot blasts seemed endless.  She choked and slobbered all over
Zeke's cock, almost out of her mind with lust.

   Jay yanked himself out of Bunny, swaying on his feet.  His cock was hard
and jerking, tiny pulses of sperm still seeping from the slit.

   Bunny was up like a shot, still shaking from her orgasm.  Her eyes were
wide, almost crazed as she climbed onto Zeke.  "Now for the main course."
Zeke had a split-second view of her widely open pussy lips and the cream
dripping from them before she impaled herself on his ready cock.

   Bunny squeaked.  "Oh yes!  You fill me up so good!" She closed her eyes
and savored the stuffed feeling.  Nine thick inches to work herself on.

   She guided Zeke's hands to her lovely tits and swayed gently atop him.
Her hips danced slowly, stirring around his big thing.

   Zeke stared at the creature riding him.  Her tits were hot in his hands.
His big palms completely engulfed them but the soft flesh and rubbery tips
seemed to send tingles down his arms.  The beatific smile on her face made
her look like a depraved angel.

   And her cunt was milking him like a daemon.  Blood was pounding in his
ears.  He did not think he'd ever been as hard as he was then.

   She was so full of his cock.  The heat of it.  It felt like the pulsing
power of the muscular man's entire body was alive inside her.

   Within a minute her slow dance grew ragged as her body climaxed again.
She keened softly and bit her lips as chemical fire and ice reverberated
through her body.  "Oh god that's so good." Her mouth dropped open and her
breathing became raid as she began to move more aggressively on top of him.
"OH yes, more baby." she whispered mindlessly.

   Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was now a race between her
next orgasm (which she really, really wanted) and Zeke's final eruption.

   For the man in question, the world had vanished and all that existed was
the succubus wrapped around his dick.  Time had no meaning.  It's like he'd
discovered sex all over again.  Bunny had entangled him in her carnal world
where cock and pussy sang in harmony and pleasure roared like storm-tossed
surf.

   His final orgasm slipped from him before he knew it was coming.  It was
simple cause and effect; he was having the most perfect sex of his life so
naturally his nuts gave up the goods.

   Bunny felt it happening.  Zexe flexed and trembled and she felt his
cream burst inside her like bubbles of lava.

   "Ugh, almost there." she gritted, grinding hard around his surges.  No
games of mockery or anger now; she needed release.  She humped and bounced
desperately, rubbing her clit and hissing, "Come on!  Come on!".

   Zeke continued to hose her insides, cumming so hard his vision went
gray. Bunny's pussy quickly began to overflow and her wild contortions
whipped it into lather.

   Finally "Yessss." she hissed, staring blankly at the ceiling and
slapping at her beaver, sending their mingled juiced everywhere.  "Oh thank
god I made it." She babbled.

   Zeke went limp in the rest of his body before his cock began to soften.
Bunny continued to move languidly, winding down from the heights she had
reached.

   The couple calling themselves Bunny and Jay didn't have sex every night.
Even the 2 - 3 days each week they indulged, most of the time it was a good
session of thirty or forty minutes.  Bunny would get her half dozen or ten
orgasm and Jared would hose her down with a big nut and Bunny would be
good. She didn't need marathons of sex every time...  But it helped to know
it was possible when she wanted it.

   Well....  actually, just about every such night one would wake the other
for an early am encore, usually very lazy and loving.  But still, not a
riotous marathon of sex.

   Not by Lancaster standards at least.

   So, her little session with the two men was at a pretty good stopping
point right then.  Looking Zeke over, it would be literally hours until he
was good for anything.  She considered demanding that he go down on her
messy cunt but thought that might push him too far; who knew how prone to
violence the man was.

   His eyes were lidded but she could tell Zeke was watching her.  She
waited a long while as her body calmed and he shrank inside her.  When she
was certain she was recovered and wouldn't stumble, she smoothly rose off
him and got to her feet.

   She stood on the bed over the disappointing stud.  She looked down upon
him while tracing fingers across her softly shadowed stomach and through
her glistening sex pelt.  Her breasts cut dramatic silhouettes on the wall,
though their peaks were no longer engorged.

   "What a waste." she said.  Her tone was matter-of-fact.  She knelt down
next to him and ran her hands along his form.  "I would love to see this
body in a beefcake calendar.  Or maybe up on a stripper's stage." Her hand
combed the hair on his chest and toyed with a nipple.

   "But you're kinda worthless in bed, aren't you?" she asked sweetly.

   "Fuck you." Was Zeke's instant reply.

   "Oh you did.  Barely." She spun off the bed to stand next to her husband
and looked back at the supine man.

   Zeke looked at them sideways.  "What was this?" He asked.

   The woman that would not be calling herself Bunny much longer paused. 
She knew she needed to handle this right.  No reason to push their luck. 
"Nothing, really.  I was just looking for a good time.  I might have
exaggerated my disappointment with my husband a bit but the point was to
get me a stud for the night."

   She looked at Jay and smiled.  "I mean another stud."

   At times during the night she had fantasized about relentlessly mocking
and belittling the man but at the moment her heart wasn't in it.  And it
had finally dawned on her that pissing off a big macho man and threatening
his ego could lead to something dangerous.

   She gave him a friendly smile.  The weird part was that although she was
buck naked, sexily disheveled and had already been the best lay he'd had in
his life, right then she wasn't sexy.  Well, not that sexy.  She was just a
naked chick.

   That was always the way with Zeke.  He'd get his rocks off a time or two
(or rarely, three) and then he'd just be done with the woman for the night.
Which is kinda what Bunny was counting on.  Testing that theory had been
the whole point of the exercise.

   Well, that and the sex.

   So Zeke just shrugged.  All told, it had been a great night.  He had
amazing sex and now he could go back to his room and sleep it off in
comfortable solitude.



   Stacy let herself enjoy watching the delicious dud get dressed.  She
walked him to the door, still naked.  When he copped a feel of her naked
ass, she gave him a happy wiggle and another stage smile.  She stood
casually at the door, seemingly unconcerned about what anyone in the
hallway might see.  Stacy gave him a pat on his own hard, clothed ass as he
passed through the door and then closed it behind him.

   She stopped with her back against the door for a moment.  Collecting her
thoughts, aware that Jared was staring at her.  "Did you prove whatever it
was you were testing?" he asked, his voice careful.

   She sighed and ran a hand through her hair.  "Well it went pretty much
exactly as I expected.  But I feel really dumb."

   She shook her head and stood straight.  "That was really dumb." She
repeated as she crossed the room.  She stopped at his side for a moment,
resting a hand on his shoulder.  She pressed her lips next to her hand and
gently kissed him near the small of the neck.  "Shower."

   She strode into the bathroom.  Jared didn't know what to do with himself
for a bit.  He listened to the shower start and watched her putter with
towels while the water warmed.  She called to him.  "Come on, honey.  I
think we need this."

   She entered the shower first and he soon followed.  Stacy grumbled about
the tiny bar of soap as she ran it over her body.  Jared took it from her
and began cleanse his wife.

   They'd had a lot of joint showers over the years.  Actually having sex
in the shower was more trouble than it was worth but lots of other fun
could be had.  It had often been excellent foreplay for wonderful nights of
passion.  And without knowing it, the shower had become a kind of safe spot
for the Lancasters.  A time to just let silence and intimate contact
tighten their bond.

   The water ran and ran and ran as an ill-defined psychic stain was wiped
away.

   Finally, Stacy turned off the water.  Jared reached for the towel.  His
wife absently complained about the scratchy hotel quality of it as he dried
her.  With her wrapped in the towel and his arms, he finally said, "There
was more to whatever that was tonight.  Stace, can you tell me?"

   She rested her forehead against his shoulder.  "I'll tell you what I was
thinking when I got this stupid idea but I need to ask your forgiveness
first."

   Jared could have just said 'anything baby' but they both hated empty
words.  His silent encouragement was enough.  She stepped away from him and
pulled on an equally scratchy robe.  He followed suit and they returned to
the bedroom.  They sat on the bed.

   "Okay." she said.  "I think it was about two years ago.  Maybe a bit
more.  It wasn't too long before we started...  you know.  Fucking other
people." Strangely, she was more comfortable putting it that way than using
the word 'swinging'.

   He put an arm around her and she continued.  "I guess the first thing I
should say before telling the whole story is that nothing happened.  Okay?
It was just a scare but nothing really happened."

   Jared went still.  "What really didn't happen."

   "A guy at work.  One of the sales weasels.  There was an office party at
a bar and he came back to work drunk." She wanted to get through the story
now.  The words came quickly.  "I was still working, he showed up drunk and
we were alone."

   "The asshole came on to me.  Called me frigid and told me I should dress
better.  Started talking shit about you.  About me not getting what I
need." She was angry now, thinking about it all again.

   "What did you do?" Jared asked.

   "When I realised he was drunk...  things started getting out of control.
I was alone in the office and he kind of wasn't taking no for an answer."

   "Stace...?" Jared was glad she'd explained before hand that nothing had
happened.

   "He was grabbing me.  Ended up tearing my blouse." Her hands gripped
each other tightly.  "We were just right there in the open.  In the
hallway."

   "I started shouting for help." She looked at him.  "I don't know how far
he would have gone.  I keep telling myself he could have realized what he
was doing at any time.  He may have stopped himself."

   "But what happened is that the office wasn't totally empty.  Someone
heard me and came.  Bruce stopped and tried to weasel out of it."

   "Bruce?" Jared said, committing the name to memory.

   "Yeah.  He was one of the sales weasels.  Frat boy type.  Biggish."

   "So someone intervened.  What happened to Bruce?"

   Now she smiled, "Oh, Mr.  Dell fired his ass.  Moron made it easy.  The
whole thing was caught by the security camera.  He was on street within
half an hour.  We never heard from him again."

   They sat in silence for a time.  "And you didn't tell me because?"

   Stacy made a face.  "That's the apology I need to make.  I'm sorry." But
then she hesitated.  "I think.  I don't know.  I still don't think telling
you then would have made anything better."

   Jared wasn't sure how he felt about that.  He couldn't deny, it kind of
hurt.  He could see her reasoning but at the same time felt obscurely
betrayed.  But he knew he'd get over it because he also knew how selfish it
was to resent decisions his wife made while trying to deal with something
difficult.

   "Okay.  But what does that have to do with tonight?"

   Stacy made a meaningless gesture.  "Oh, it was just watching all the
players down at the casino trying to score with the girls.  It reminded me
a lot of Bruce."

   "At the time, with Bruce, I think the things he said about you and my
sex life pissed me off more than him putting his hands on me." she started
getting agitated.  "The asshole didn't have a clue.  Just a big frat boy
that was never going to grow up and has never kept a woman satisfied in his
life!"

   She took a breath.  "I just know that's what he's like, you know? 
Selfish and lazy in bed.  And I watched good old Zeke down on the casino
floor getting shot down over and over again for two nights.  I wanted to
prove my theory.  I wanted the take one of those meatheads to bed and just
see if I was right."
   She shrugged.  "Like I said.  Dumb idea."