Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Conjugal Visitor 2004 Hello, my name is Cindy, I'm married to Dale and have no children. I'm unable to have children, due to a serious automobile accident and infection. My husband and I have an active and solid sex life. We even did some casual swinging, years ago, while Dale was in the army. We thought about starting up again, but we decided it was too risky. If anyone found out about our activities, he could get fired from his job at the local prison. We thought about trying swinging while on vacation, but it was always too much of a hassle to make the contacts. It was my husband, that came up with the idea of me going to the prison, where he works, and having sex with some of the inmates. He told me that he knew a few of the prisoners, who were nice and non-violent. I told him I would have to think about it. Maybe a week later, he brought home a letter from one of the prisoners. Wade wrote about how he and another boy robbed a gas station, and had gotten six years. He then mentioned that he was still a virgin, since he had been locked up since he was eighteen. I was getting more interested all the time. I asked Dale for more details, I didn't want anyone to recognize me, or know I was his wife. He assured me that I didn't have to give my real name, and he could be in the room during my visit. I guess that if a prisoner requested it, a witness/guard could watch to assure there was no abuse, real or imagined. It seemed perfect. We got a P.O. box, and a fake name for me, Linda. Then Wade and Linda carried on a typical pen pal romance, culminating in a request for a conjugal visit. It was approved very quickly, with my husband helping it along. To hide my identity, I first put a blonde rinse in my light brown hair. Then wearing a scarf, I drove to the bus station, where I changed from my sensible clothing to my slutty attire. I then called for a cab, to drive me to the prison. Everything progressed quickly, too quickly actually. In no time at all, I was in a room with Wade, and nobody else. I almost asked Wade where my husband was, but stopped myself, when I noticed the big mirror on the wall. I had seen plenty of police shows, to know about two way mirrors. Instead, I turned my attention to Wade, who was eager to start the activities. He approached me and asked for a kiss. We began slow, building to sloppy wet kisses, as Wade began stripping me. When my tits were free, he dove on to them, sucking like a starving child. I had to slow him down, since he was hurting my nipples. I unbuttoned his pants, lowering them down his thighs. Pushing him back onto the bed, I removed them. He pulled his shirt over his head, as I stood and removed the rest of my clothing. I lowered myself between his legs and licked the head of his penis. Wade moaned and lifted his ass from the bed, trying to get his dick into my mouth. "Easy." I whispered. "We have three hours, ... we can do everything." Not wanting to tease him, I took his rigid dick in my mouth and started sucking him. I plunged my head down on to him, driving his dick deep into my throat. His moans turned to gasps, as he spurted his come down my throat. I swallowed everything he gave me, and swirled my tongue around his fleshy cockhead. When I released his softening dick from my mouth, he pulled me up on the bed. He was all over me, licking and sucking my tits and pussy. He was real interested in everything I had, especially my tits. Soon, Wade was hard again. He climbed on top of me, and I led his renewed dick to my pussy. He was forceful in gaining entry, but I had been moist since the bus station. With very little effort, he was deep inside me, thrusting wildly. I glanced toward the mirror, and smiled for my husband, knowing he was probably rubbing his erection right then. I had an orgasm, while imagining Dale jacking off in the next room. Just as I was ready to come again, Wade grunted, then hunched his back as he shot his load deep inside my dripping snatch. After he finished coming, he rolled off of me and laid next to me on the bed. "Oh, Linda, that was great!" He gushed. "Will you come visit me again?" With pleading eyes, he begged. "Please, tell me you will come next month, ... please." I reached down to hold his sticky dick, and told him. "I'll be back, don't worry." Then looking toward the mirror, I said. "I think I'll be back many more times." Wade and I fucked twice more, once doggy style, since he had read about it in a magazine. I was actually a little sore, when I walked out of the prison. My pussy, from Wade repeated screwing. And, my tits, from Wade constant sucking and nibbling. My pussy was also dripping, from a combination of the two. I repeated my trail, in reverse, getting dressed more conservatively at the bus station, before heading home. My husband was home about an hour after I got there, and he was really worked up. He explained that he wasn't aware that observation was only from the adjoining room, until he got there. And, he told me that other guards could, and did walk in, while I entertained Wade. That shocked me, and excited me, knowing that complete strangers had watched me fuck Wade, a near stranger. Dale and I went straight to the bedroom and fucked like teenagers. My pussy welcomed his dick like it had welcomed Wade's. We screwed wildly, as we talked about my adulterous escapades. Dale came, when I told him about wanting to go back and see Wade again, and again. Our sex was much better for the next month, as we planned my next visit with Wade. Dale even insisted on play acting, with me pretending to be coming to him for a conjugal visit. I didn't object, since I enjoyed reliving the whole thing over again. My second visit with Wade wasn't as much fun as the first. He was more confident and capable, but I missed the clumsiness of his first attempts at love. I still managed to come twice, knowing my husband, and who knew how many others, was watching. I left Wade, again promising him another visit. That night, after my husband and I finished having passionate sex, we talked. "Honey." I started. "I need to do this more than once a month. Can I see Wade every two weeks?" He explained, that prisoners could have conjugal visits only once a month, providing they had no discipline problems. I thought about this for a while, and had an idea about getting more variety in the activity. "Dale, how about, ... you find another guy who needs a, ... you know, a visit from his wife or girl friend." My husband looked at me, then smiled. "O.K." He said. "But, we need to set some rules. You're supposed to use condoms, to avoid pregnancy and spread of disease." I nodded, knowing that Wade had been special, a virgin. "And, the guy I'm thinking about isn't exactly, ... uh, all white." I looked at him, not knowing exactly what he was telling me. He wasn't suggesting a black man was he? Then I thought, why not? Before I got too far into my fantasy, he explained. "Hector is part Mexican, but he is a real nice man." Then, with a sheepish grin, he said. "I've seen him in the shower. He has a really big dick." I was surprised, that my husband would think to find me a big dicked guy to fuck, but I readily agreed. Hector's approval for his conjugal visit arrived without us exchanging any letters. One day I'm wondering if Dale forgot about our conversation, to having a date to fuck Hector on Wednesday afternoon. I had decided to quit my elaborate deception, of using the bus station and cab. I just drove straight to the prison, then removed the plain dress I wore over my sexy outfit, right in the car. When I met with Hector, he was all business. No kissing or cuddling, just strip and suck, then fuck, fuck, fuck. It was great! His dick was bigger than I was used to, but very manageable. His dick filled me quite nicely. I came repeatedly, as he pounded my pussy violently, and often. Hector was screwing me doggy style, when the three hours was almost over. My attention was drawn to the mirror, when I thought I heard a quiet tap on the glass. Hector spread my ass cheeks and said. "I'm going to fuck your ass." He said it so normally, I thought he was just referring to my pussy, until he pulled his big dick from my cunt and lined up on my anus. I tried to get away, but he pushed my head and shoulders into the end of the bed and worked on getting his dick in my ass. Dale and I have had anal sex quite a few times, but Hector's dick was sizably bigger. He had the head buried inside my ass, before I realized it. I was crying and pleading with the mirror to make him stop. His glands slid in with a great deal of pain, since I wasn't lubricated or ready for this. Once he was full depth, I quit yelling at the mirror. He was brutal, with his thrusts in to my bowels. When he came, I was so relieved. Although I promised to come back, I had decided not to be alone in bed with Hector again. I was mad, as I drove home. Why hadn't Dale come in and stopped the anal rape? Did he enjoy watching his wife be hurt by Hector's big dick? I had just gotten out of the shower, when I heard the front door open. Dale was early, he should have another hour to work. I stomped into the front room, just wrapped in my robe, I was ready to give my husband a severe chewing out. Imagine my surprise, when there is a complete stranger standing there, wearing a uniform just like my husband's! He smiled and stepped right up to me. "Hi Cindy, or do you prefer Linda?" I stumbled back a step, as he grabbed the front of my robe. Pulling the front open, he exposed me completely, except for what the loosely tied sash covered. "Now I recognize you, slut." He growled, ignoring my demands that he leave, immediately. Jerking my robe off my naked body, he pushed me down to my knees. "Suck my dick, while I tell you what I want." He said, unzipping his pants. Knowing that he was aware of my activities, I pulled his dick out and began sucking him. I was hoping my husband would get home soon, and help me straighten this all out. "Keep your mouth and ears open." He chuckled. "I notice you like fucking the prisoners. That can be arranged." He really started to deep fuck my throat, and didn't say anything for a few minutes. He grunted and shot his load down my throat. I managed to swallow everything, then allow myself to be pulled to the couch. He sat down and opened his pants completely. Looking me right in the eyes, he just said. "Suck." I did what he told me. I'm bobbing up and down on his semi-erect dick, while he strokes my hair. "Dale will be late tonight, he is working over two hours." He says to me, while his sock covered foot plays with my pussy. "From now on, you have a standing date on Tuesday's. Every Tuesday." I looked up, to see him smiling lewdly. "Be at the prison at one, sharp." That was strange, conjugal visits don't start till two ... oh. Being on my knees and sucking his dick, gave me an idea what I needed the extra hour for. "Don't tell Dale about this, I have pictures and a video tape." Then, with a snort of laughter, he said. "And, two hardened criminals, who can identify you." "Oh, and the surveillance tapes from the prison hallway." His dick had hardened, and I was pushed away. "Bend over the back of the couch, slut." He ordered. I complied, and soon had another strange dick in my pussy. "By the way, my name is George. But, from now on, I'm your pimp." After George came in my pussy, I was ordered to suck him clean, while receiving additional instructions. "Keep seeing Wade, with Dale watching. And, be sure to have your ass greased up on Tuesdays." My aching asshole spasmed, when I heard that. When I was once again alone, I took another shower. Dale got home a short time later. He apologized for being late. Seems there was a minor fight, and he was on the rotation for extra duty. We talked for a while, before I found out he had been called away just before my visit with Hector was over. That explained the tap on the glass, and the change of holes. Dale was just as excited about my date with Hector, as he had been with Wade. I acted like I still wanted more, but stopped short of asking him to find me another horny criminal. It was hard to seem excited about seeing two lovers, once a month, when I was going to see an unknown number, each Tuesday. Tuesday morning, Dale told me he would be home late, he had training. Seems that he was selected for special training, each Tuesday from one to five. Not surprising, that coincided with my extended conjugal visit time. I was very worried, when I drove to the prison that afternoon. I slipped into the bathroom at the visitor's center, to remove my frumpy dress, and to grease up my ass. When I walked out and approached the counter, George stepped up to the counter and whispered something to the guard on duty. The entry door to the conjugal area buzzed, indicating it was unlatched. I stepped through, realizing I hadn't filled out any paperwork. George met me on the other side, and directed me into the room housing the guard. "Strip, and put everything into this bag." He ordered, indicating a gym bag sitting on the counter. I glanced around, noticing the guard watching me closely. With a sigh, I remove all my clothing, and pack it in the bag. When I'm naked, George grabs the bag. "Jeff will watch you, while I get your room ready." With that, he walks back out the door. I turn to Jeff, who motions me to crawl under the counter, running the full length of the window. Sliding forward on his stool, he opens his fly and pulls out his growing erection. With no complaints, I start sucking him. Right after Jeff comes down my throat, he leans to the side and I hear the door being released again. I assume it is George returning, until I spot yet another unknown guard. He steps up tight to the counter, and lowers his zipper. I switch to this new dick, as Jeff puts his dick away and zips up. This guy reaches under the counter and holds my head, as he drives his dick deep down my throat. "Look at this cock sucker." He says, pulling me forward, exposing my stuffed face to Jeff. Jeff glances down and smiles, then glancing back up, he says. "Cool it." I'm pushed back, as this guy presses back against the counter. He isn't moving his hips now, allowing me to bob my head on his dick. I hear somebody talking, then Jeff answers him. "Ah, Hi Dale." Shit, it is my husband. What if he walks in here and sees me naked, sucking a complete stranger? "I thought you were in training, this afternoon." Jeff stutters out. Dale makes a comment that I don't hear, then Jeff gets off his stool. "Yeah, I'll get it for you. George should have sent this over there yesterday." With my face tight to this guys crotch, I don't see just what Jeff did, but he returned shortly. "There you go, enjoy your class." He told my husband. Almost at once, this guy reaches down and grabs my head again. With three or four brutal lunges, down my throat, he starts coming. "Yeah, enjoy your class, Dale." He grunts. "While we enjoy your wife." I swallow his come, as I also swallow the fact that everybody here knows I'm Dale's wife. That would have been bad enough, but it got a lot worse. George came back, as I'm being helped out from under the counter. He motions me to follow him. We exit the door I had come in, but turn towards the conjugal visit rooms. I expected this, but not to walk straight through to another hallway. I'm inside the prison now. We go into a small room, with a mattress on the floor. I know what that means, I'm going to be fucked in here, probably by more than one prisoner. George throws me down on the mattress, and orders me to suck his dick. I scramble to pull out his dick and gobble it into my mouth. When he is fully hard, he pushes me away and forces me to my hands and knees. With a vicious thrust, he impales my pussy. Fucking me with several strong thrusts, he pulls out and moves to my asshole. Even with the lubrication I had used earlier, his dick still burned, sliding in. "Here's the plan." He said as he brutally fucked my ass. "Each guy gets about ten minutes, so don't expect much hugging and kissing." He laughed. "There is a bucket and washcloth in the corner, use it as much as you want." I glanced over to see a mop bucket in the corner. It was at this time, that I noticed that one wall had a large mirror on it. I figured there would be an audience for this performance, same as the rest. George came deep in my ass, then pulled out. He walked over to the bucket and wiped his dick on the washcloth. "The parade starts in five minutes." Was all he said, before walking out the door. True to his word, about five minutes later, my first date arrived. He just dropped his pants and fell on top of me. My pussy was usually first, followed by my mouth. A few fucked my ass, but all of them were fascinated with my tits. The men ran from skinny little men, to huge fat giants, from white to black, with Mexicans in between. They didn't seem to care about anything, except getting to fuck me. They were rough and eager, just flipping me to the position they preferred, and thrusting their dick inside me. I have no way of knowing how many pairs of rough hands manhandled my boobs, but they were aching, long before the last convict finished with them. How many men fucked me, I don't know, I lost count after the third or fourth visit. I would guess somewhere around fourteen or fifteen stiff dicks visited me in the three hours I was entertaining. I'm not sure if I was relieved to see George walk in or not. "Get up." He yelled. I stumbled to my feet, my pussy, mouth and hips aching. "Follow me." He ordered and turned and walked out the door we had come in. I walked out into the hallway, right past two prisoners holding buckets and mops. I might have been embarrassed, except I recognized one of them as one of my johns from earlier. They both grinned widely, as I was paraded through. Walking back into the guard station, I noticed there were two new men on duty. "See anything you want?" George asked them. "Hurry up, we only have about a half hour." Both of the guards approached me, while opening their flys. I was placed over one of the stools, as the first guy crammed his erection in my mouth. The other guy went around behind me and plunged his dick into my very well fucked pussy. "Sloppy." Was all he said, before pulling out and driving into my ass. They took their fun with me, not caring if I had any enjoyment, much like the prisoners had. The guy in my numb ass came first. He pulled his dick out and soundly slapped my butt, saying. "Lousiest piece of ass I ever had." The guy in my mouth pulled away, as the other guy walked up to my face. His dick had a rubber on, but it was covered with a combination of shit and whipped cum. It looked like cappuccino. He whipped the rubber off, splattering my face with some of the mixture. As his dick nudges my mouth, I feel the other guy sliding into my abused ass. I once again take a dick at each end, like the dumb slut I am. The guy in my mouth walks away, before his partner finishes in my ass. He too, comes to my face to show me his shitty condom, before removing it and having me suck his dick. "Hurry up." George urges. "Dale will be getting out of class soon." I attempt to put more effort into my blow job, not wanting my husband to catch me sucking his co-worker. As soon as the guy pulls his dick from my mouth, George stands me up and pushes the bag, holding my clothes, into my stomach. He moves me out though the door to the waiting room, still naked. "Go into that bathroom and get dressed, you've got about five minutes before hubby shows up. Hurry, or you will have to explain why you're here and what is running down your leg." He said, with a cruel laugh. I quickly swabbed my crotch with paper towels, and dressed. I washed my face with some wet towels and quickly inspected myself. My face is puffy, especially my mouth area. I glance outside, before darting out the visitors entrance. I make it home, get showered, and dressed, before Dale arrives. He doesn't seem to suspect anything, although I think I look really fucked over. Every Tuesday, I'm fucked, first by the guards, then by a group of selected prisoners. My pussy, ass, and mouth are all quite sore, when I leave. If I'm on the rag that week, my ass takes a severe beating. And through all this, my husband suspects nothing. He still gets really excited about my visiting Wade, who has also been at every one of my Tuesday fuck sessions. Dale has just told me that he is being considered for a guard position at the state prison. It would mean a pay increase and moving. I was hopeful, until I heard that George was also applying for the transfer. I didn't tell my husband, but I'm sure they will both get the transfer, and I'll continue to get fucked.