I sat at the table sipping a Coke from the machine just down the motel hall and watched as my best friend Joie (pronounced Joey) worked her magic on a young stud that she had picked up at the Golden Spur. Joie was married, but quite obviously not working at it. She had already taken her sweater and bra off and her breasts were out there for all to see. The ‘all’ was Joie’s stud Al, me and Phil who was Al’s wingman of the evening.
Phil and I watched as Al moved up behind Joie and cupped her breasts and used fingers to tweak nipples that were already stiff. Al’s hands dropped and pushed down Joie’s skirt and panties and then he pushed her down on the motel bed. Joie moved into position for puppy fucking, which is what she called the doggie position, and wiggled her ass at Al. His cock was hard and he moved up behind Joie and probed with his cock. Joie reached under, took hold of the hard flesh and guided it into the proper place.
Joie was wet – Joie was always wet – but it still took Al three pushes to get all the way to the balls into her. Joie grunted and moaned as Al pumped away at her and after several minutes Joie cried out as her first climax of the evening hit. Knowing Joie as well as I did I knew that she would have at least one more before Al got his.
I was aware of Phil’s hands on my knee, but I didn’t protest. I would if he tried to go higher, but I saw no reason to put a damper on the evening just yet. Joie had two more orgasms before Al exclaimed “Oh Christ” and rammed hard into Joie and held himself tight against her as his seed flowed into her.
I had taken my attention off of Phil for a bit and he had gotten his hand up to mid-thigh. I slapped his hand away and Joie saw it.
“Oh come on Rose; the man needs some relief.”
“Not from me. I made that crystal clear before we left the Spur.”
“You are such a pill sometimes” she said as she crooked a finger at Phil and made a ‘come hither’ motion and when Phil got up and moved toward the bed she rolled on her back and waited for him. Phil moved between her legs and his cock slid easily into her cum filled pussy. I watched as Phil thrust his hard cock into Joie. She put her legs up on his shoulders and grunted from the force of his love making. Al watched for a bit and then he moved to Joie’s head and pushed his cock at her mouth. She opened her mouth and took him in as the room listened to the ‘slap, slap, slap’ of Phil plowing Joie’s field.
Phil picked up the pace slamming his cock into Joie as he sought his climax and when he reached it and pulled his softening cock out of Joie Al moved from her mouth to her pussy and was quickly balls deep into her. Phil moved to her mouth and Joie began working on him.
What was I doing while all this was going on? I had put my Coke down and I had my left hand holding my panties away from my body so my right could easily get to my pussy. I fingered myself as I wished that it was me on that bed and I brought myself to a climax just about the same time that Al gave Joie another one.
As Al was pulling out of her and Phil was getting ready to take Al’s place Joie looked at me and said:
“Are you sure you don’t want him? You don’t have to settle for your fingers you know.”
“I know and I do want him, but I can’t and you know it.”
“You owe it to yourself girlfriend and besides he’d never know and you know as well as I do that he doesn’t care and he isn’t going to help you.”
That was true enough. Not that Frank wouldn’t care if I gave myself to another man; it was just that I was sure that Frank didn’t care about me. Joie started to say something, but Phil slammed into her and all that came out of her mouth was a grunt. Phil, having already cum once was taking longer the second time and he gave Joie several orgasms before he got his rocks off.
By then Al was ready for another round, but I called a halt to things. Joie was driving and I needed to get home. Joie reluctantly got dressed and I got some nasty looks from Al and Phil, but Joie knew when she asked me to go out with her what my limits were and ‘home by ten’ was one of them.
On the drive home Joie asked, “Why didn’t you join in? You wanted to. It was written all over your face.”
“I did want to. I wanted to in the worst way, but I just can’t bring myself to do it.”
“Is it still that silly nonsense about you being married?”
“I suppose it is.”
“It doesn’t make sense Rose. You are a healthy woman and a healthy woman requires a sex life. If you are telling the truth, and I don’t doubt you for a minute, Frank is not giving you what you need and I do mean need. Sex is just as big a need as air, food and water.”
“I know all of that Joie, but I just can’t make myself do it. I’ve tried and I’ve even come close a coupler of times, but I just can’t bring myself to go through with it.”
“You will Rose. You seem to have forgotten that I have known you since you were twelve and I am well aware of your sexual appetites.”
“That was before I got married.”
“That may be Rose, but the appetites are still there. Held in check, but they are still there.”
Joie was right of course. The appetites were still there. And I wasn’t at all that sure that I could hold them in check for much longer.
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Joie was indeed aware of my sexual appetites. More than once we had double-dated and swapped dates during the course of the evening. Three times while still in high school and more times than I can remember in college we had pulled trains lying on a mattress next to each other. Joie and I were two peas in the same pod. Given that, what happened to us after high school and three years of college was surprising.
Joie met Steve, fell head over heels in love, and became a good approximation of a nun. Steve was a fairly straight-laced man and had straight –laced ideas where sex was concerned. He did not believe in sex before marriage and he did not know of Joie’s reputation so Joie pretended to be a virgin and went to her marriage bed not knowing at thing about how Steve would be in bed.
He was lousy!
According to what Joie told me he wasn’t even a two minute man. Pre-ejaculation was the norm, but Joie loved him to death and wouldn’t leave him. But Joie needed sex and lots of it so she played. I never understood it. How could you love someone and constantly hang horns on him, but Joie was Joie and I loved her like a sister and it wasn’t any of my business anyway.
I fell in love with Frank, but not trusting that he wouldn’t find out what a slut I’d been I told him up front that I had a past, what it was and that I was a very highly sexed woman. His eyes lit up like he had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. We fucked like sex crazed bunnies from our second date until the fourth year of our marriage and then the sex stopped and there was none. Frank fell at work, hurt his back and suffered from severe back pain. Added to that was stress from work, leg pains from the back injury, late hours at work, etc., etc., etc. The bottom line is that I wasn’t getting laid and I was not happy.
I’d told Joie about my problem and she said that she knew just what I needed. Go out, have a few drinks and relax. I thought it worth a try only to find out that in addition to a few drinks she had a few hard cocks in mind. Knowing her as well as I did it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. She grabbed onto some stud and naturally he had a buddy. I said to count me out and so Joie did both of them while I sat and watched and resisted the urge to rip off my clothes and join in.
The next time she suggested a night out I said I’d pass and she promised me that the night would not be a repeat of the previous one. Well, it wasn’t. She hooked up with a guy who didn’t have a buddy and went out into the parking lot and spent quality time with him on a back seat while I sat inside fending off wolves and wishing that it was me on the back seat.
I finally decided that vows be damned and I’d finally get what I needed on a night out with Joie and I went into the evening fully intending to end my long dry spell, but before Al and Phil even joined us I chickened out. I was fighting hard to stay faithful to Frank, but I knew that most likely it was a fight I was going to lose unless Frank started taking care of business.
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I’d set a deadline of ten for being home because I’d made up my mind that if I didn’t go through with getting myself laid I was going to get home before Frank went to bed and rape him if I had to. He normally went to bed at eleven and he didn’t expect me home until eleven-thirty or twelve.
The house was quiet when I entered and that surprised me. Frank was usually glued to the couch in front of the TV, but the living room was empty. He must have gone to bed early. So much for my raping him. I started for the stairs and saw a light flickering from the direction of Frank’s home office and I walked toward it. As I got closer I saw Frank sitting in front of his computer and he was masturbating. Masturbating!! He could masturbate, but he couldn’t make love to me? I don’t know why I didn’t storm into the room and confront him, but I didn’t. I backed quietly away and left the house.
I walked around back and sat on one of the patio chairs and contemplated what I’d just discovered. Frank couldn’t make love to me because of back pain? Using his hand on himself obviously didn’t hurt and that to me meant that lying on his back and letting me do all the work cowgirl fashion wouldn’t have hurt either. Why wouldn’t he have sex with me? Something wasn’t right, but what?
I sat there about twenty minutes pondering the situation and then the light came on in the upstairs bedroom. Frank was turning in. The light went off and I waited another ten minutes and then I went back into the house. I quietly made mu way into the office and closed the door behind me. I brought up the computer and checked the recent history. I typed in the address of the most recent visit and found myself at a site that featured erotic stories.
It had a section labeled “My Favorites” and I selected it. The page that came up had the note 1 thru 10 of 79. I clicked on the next page and it said 11 thru 20 of 79. I clicked on item 14 on the page; something named “Sammy” and then read what came up. It was a story of a woman who was gangbanged by her husband’s bosses and co-workers. I clicked on the next story which was titled “Clubhouse Mom” and read it. It was a story about a mother being gangbanged by her son’s friends without her son being aware of it. A random sampling of the other stories showed a common thread. The women were all married and fucking around on their husbands.
I went back to the history and brought up two more sites that had recently been visited. One I couldn’t access because it required a password, but the one I could get into was another erotic story site. By the time I got logged onto it I was pissed. Frank could jack off to erotic stories, but he couldn’t fuck me? There was going to be a shit storm coming over that! Frank was asleep and I debated dragging him out of bed and then going after him, but then I decided to sleep on things and go after him in the morning after a nights rest.
But I didn’t sleep all that well and I spent a lot of time staring up at the ceiling and thinking. Not a good thing given the thoughts I was having. By morning I had changed my mind. I was going to see what I could find out about what Frank was doing.
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The next morning at breakfast Frank asked me about my evening and I said that it had been okay, but I didn’t think that I was going to go out for drinks with Joie anymore and Frank asked why.
“There is just something about two women sitting alone that makes every man in the place think you are trying to hook up with guys. I get tired of it. I want to sit and enjoy myself; not spend the evening fending off unwanted attention.”
“You and Joie are extremely good looking ladies and you are bound to attract attention. Maybe you should look for a place where there aren’t many men around. Maybe find one of those gay women’s bars.
“Oh sure. Get rid of male attention just so I can have a bunch of bull-dykes hitting on me.”
“Then find some place to go and some things to do that will not put you in situations where you will be hit on. Find something because you do need to get out of the house every once in a while.”
As I took a sip of my coffee I was thinking “Maybe its you needing to get me out of the house.”
While Frank was showering I walked around the house making some arrangements and when Frank finished his shower I took mine and then got ready for work. Luckily the day was extremely busy and I was able to put my thoughts about Frank to the side.
That night at dinner I said, “Kohl’s is having a sale on shoes and I’m going to run over there after dinner and see what they have. While I’m there I’ll probably look for some dresses suitable for work.”
Frank knew my shopping habits and he knew I’d be gone for at least three hours. After dinner I cleaned up, put everything in the dishwasher, grabbed my purse and told Frank I was leaving. I left the house, drove one block over and parked. I waited about fifteen minutes and then I walked back to the house. I’d already gone through the house arranging blinds and drapes so I could see into the house.
I didn’t see anything until I got to the window of the home office. Frank was taking advantage of my being gone. He was sitting in front of the computer beating his meat. I watched for a couple of minutes or so and then I went to Kohl’s to engage in some retail therapy. Shoes, dresses, slips and bras took my mind off Frank and what he was doing.
Once Frank was sound asleep I got up and went to the office and turned on the computer. I logged onto the Net and then brought up “My Favorites” and saw the three story sites I noticed the night before. One of them highlighted in red the stories that had been recently been read and I checked them out. Once again they were all stories of cheating wives. Wives that cheated because of being blackmailed, because of being taken advantage of when they were drunk, because they were being forced to try and save hubby’s job and some just because they loved doing it.
As I shut down the computer I was asking myself why Frank would rather jack off than make love to me and why were cheating wife stories turning him on?
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I met Joie for lunch and since she has always been my closest confidant I told her about what I’d found out.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I know what I’d do if I were in your shoes.”
“What?”
“I’d find out how to become a member of those sites and how to post stories. Once I had that done I’d go out and do the things that he is reading about, write them up as stories and then post them on the sites. Then I’d sit back and get a charge out of knowing that he was jacking off to his own wife.”
“I couldn’t do that.”
“Why not? You say he isn’t having sex with you any more. If you did it and he whacked off to your story you would be having a sort of sexual relationship with him wouldn’t you?”
I had no answer to that, but the thought rattled around in my mind all afternoon at work.
That night I put on my sexiest peignoir and sluttiest heels and offered myself up in an unmistakable way only to be told that his back had been killing him all day. It was the last straw. “Fuck you Frank” I thought to myself and on the way to work the next morning I thought of Joie’s idea and decided that I was going to do it.
I had my personal laptop in the car with me and I took my lunch hour at a restaurant that had Wi-Fi and I logged onto the three sites that seemed to be Frank’s favorites and set up author’s accounts. Once back at work I called Joie and asked when our next night out was going to happen.
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“Monica had her head in Mike’s lap and I could hear the sounds of her sucking his cock. It added to the excitement I was feeling as I cheated on my husband for the very first time. Monica’s head bobbed up and down on Mike’s cock and in the back seat I started to do the same thing to Tony. He had such a nice cock. It was bigger than my husbands and I was going to have to work like hell if I was going to deep throat it. The moans from the front seat reminded me of the time during our first year in college when we did the same thing with a couple of frat boys only that time it was me in the front seat and Monica in the back. I took another inch of Tony’s cock and thought “Ten years and nothing has changed.
I pulled my attention back to Tony. He reached down and tweaked my nipples and my body shivered as I tried to take another inch of his cock. My husband loved it when I deep throated him (of course it was easier with him because of his size) and Tony seemed to like it too. It took a while but I finally reached the base of his cock and I gripped his hips with both hands and pulled him against me. He understood exactly what I wanted and his hands went to the back of my head and held it as he started to fuck my face. I concentrated on breathing through my nose as he banged away.
“Oh fuck me” he moaned. “I’m going to cum” and he took his hands away from my head and I knew he was going to pull back. I hadn’t fought to get where I was just so he could pull out so I dug my nails into his ass and pulled him hard against me. He cried out “Oh fuck” as he blew his wad down my throat and into my stomach. I felt three spurts before I pulled my way off of him.
“Jesus Christ lady, that was something else. I could learn to love that. Leave your husband and come live with me.”
I laughed as I said, “I can’t do that. How can I cheat on him if I move out? It’s the cheating that’s the turn on for me and no, I won’t cheat on him with only you. I need dozens and dozens of men to hang horns on him. Someday I want to be able to tell him how many men I’ve fucked behind his back since I found out about his motel lunch hours with his big titted secretary.”
Then we were at the motel and Mike went to get us a room as I closed my blouse. I didn’t want my tits out for all to see as I moved from the car to the motel room.”
I stopped and reviewed what I was typing. I just wished I could put into words the pure sexual excitement that the evening generated in me. Every word I was typing was true except for the names I’d give Joie and myself and the reason I’d given for cheating on Frank. Somehow ‘big titted secretary’ sounded better than “I’m cheating on my husband because he beats off in front of a computer.” I thought about the rest of the night and smiled as I typed:
“The room had the standard two beds and Monica’s blouse hit the far one before Mike closed the door behind us. Tony was behind me and he worked my blouse off and my already loose bra slid down my arms and hit the floor. I turned t undress him and found his pants already down and pooled around his ankles. I knelt and while he struggled to get his feet clear I pulled down his boxers and let his restrained cock spring free. I captured it with my mouth and heard him moan.
I wondered what my hubby would think if he saw his cheating wife on her knees with another man’s cock in her mouth. Would he still think that fucking his secretary had been a good idea?
On the other bed I heard Monica say, “Fuck me; hurry up and fuck me. I need it bad. Hurry.”
I took my mouth off Tony’s cock and said, “What she just said goes for me too.”
While he took off his shirt and shoes I dropped my skirt and panties and got on the bed. I still had on my thigh high nylons and high heels and I knew just how hot I looked as I spread myself for him. I was wet enough to float a battleship and Tony slid his cock into me with no trouble. My hands went to his ass and I dug my nails in and pulled him hard against me. “Oh baby, you are one hot bitch” he breathed into my ear and he was right. I was hot! I was as hot as any woman who had gone without sex for as long as I had.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard” I moaned into his neck and he did. Did he ever! I came twice before he did and when he had spurted into me and pulled out I turned and cleaned him with my mouth – something that my hubby had always wanted me to do, but that I never had.
When I had licked our combined juices off of him I asked, “What next?”
“Has your hubby ever used your magnificent looking ass?”
“Only once, but he didn’t care for it so we never did it again.”
“How about you? Did you like it?”
“It got used a lot before I got married. You’ll have to go slow and be gentle until we are well into it.”
He went into the motel bathroom and got the small bottle of complimentary shampoo and then we got into a sixty-nine with me on top and I sucked his cock while he worked on my butt hole with his fingers and the shampoo. He took it slow and easy going in and as soon as I was used to it he went to town and blew my mind. It was the first time I ever came doing anal. He came and held himself in me until he was soft and then he pulled out.
Mike said, “Want to swap?” and I said, “I don’t mind if Monica doesn’t.”
Monica reached for Tony’s cock as a way of saying that she was all for the idea, but Tony backed away from her and said:
“Maybe next time, but I have to get going.”
Mike shrugged and said, “If you girls can wait a bit I can run him to his car and hurry back.”
Monica looked at me and I looked at my watch. “I’d better get going also. If I stay out too late my hubby might get the right idea and I wouldn’t want that.”
On the ride back to where we had left our cars Tony tried to talk me into meeting him again and I again had to tell him that I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend to have an affair with.
“Maybe if we ever find ourselves in the same place when I’m out looking we can get together again, bust as far as making dares? No, I don’t think so.”
When we were in Monica’s car and headed for my place she looked over at me and said:
“Well you little slut; how did you like your first time cheating?”
“I loved it.”
“Are we going to do it again?”
“Many, many times and soon” I replied.
I reread what I’d typed, found several grammatical errors and saw that in a couple of places I had put in Joie instead of Monica and I changed it. Then I ran spell check and made a few more corrections. Finally satisfied I logged onto Frank’s three favorite sites and posted the story. I smiled as I logged off and said to myself:
“Beat off to that asshole.”
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One site said that it could take up to forty-eight hours for the story to be posted so I waited two days and then brought up the site on my laptop. The story was there, but I couldn’t tell if Frank had read it. I would need to log onto the site on the home office computer to find that out. Frank had it set up that he was automatically logged onto the site when the site recognized his URL. I could check the story list and if he’d read my story it would be highlighted in red.
That night I waited until Frank was asleep and then I went down and got on his computer. He had read the story. I clicked on favorites and was slightly miffed that he hadn’t added me to his “Favorite Author” list. Next time I would just have to try harder.
Oh yes, there would indeed be a next time.
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It was a week before I got a call from Joie wanting to know if I wanted to go out and play. I told her I was more than ready and we made arrangements for the next evening.
In the morning I told Frank I was meeting Joie after work and we were going to go out for drinks with a girl we knew who was getting married. I told him I might be late and not to wait up.
“The place was already packed when we got there and all we could see were two seats at the bar. We took them and ordered and I handed a twenty to the bartender when he brought them. He waved it away and told me that they had been taken care of by the gentleman at the end of the bar. Monica and I looked that way and saw a rather good looking man and we raised our glasses to him in a ‘thank you’ gesture. He smiled and gave us a little wave and then turned to talk to the man next to him.
Monica and I sipped our drinks and checked out the place. There were easily a dozen interesting looking men in the place and several of them were looking our way. I saw one get up and move in our direction, but before he could get to us the man who bought our drinks was standing there.
“If I may be so bold” he said, “My friends and I have a table and there just happen to be two empty seats. I would love to have you join us.”
I looked at Monica to see what she thought of the idea and saw that she was already sliding off of her bar stool. The man introduced himself as Jason and then led us over to a table where three other men were sitting. They were introduced to us as Randy, Josh and Ryan. A round of drinks arrived almost as soon as we sat down and within minutes Monica had pulled Randy off of his seat and led him out onto the dance floor. Jason watched as she went and he smiled and said:
“She sure doesn’t waste any time does she.”
“When you have a husband to go home to you don’t want to spend too much time on the un-necessaries.”
“You feel the same way too?”
“Of course.”
“Which one of us is your pick?”
I looked at Jason, Joe and Ryan and then back to Jason and thought of all the trains I’d pulled before getting married and how much I had enjoyed them and then said;
“I can’t seem to make up my mind so I guess it will have to be all of you.”
“Ooomph” cried out Monica with her mouthful of Joe’s cock as Randy pounded his cock into her pussy. I wasn’t paying too much attention to her since I had two of my own to handle. Ryan was on his back and I was bent over him on hands and knees swallowing his cock while Jason was feeding his cock rather forcefully into my pussy. Jason drove hard into me and my face jammed down on Ryan’s cock and his cock head hit the back of my throat and just then I was hit with a shuddering orgasm and throat contractions milked Ryan’s cock and he shot his load up against the back of my throat. The angle was a poor one for swallowing and to keep from choking I had to pull my mouth off of him and I caught the next two spurts on my face. Just as Ryan’s cum bathed my nose Jason drove hard into me and I felt his cock throb as he emptied into me. He held me tight against him as his cock softened and I lowered my head and started licking Ryan’s cock clean. Jason pulled his cock out of me, but before I could move another hard cock slid into my soaking wet pussy. I looked back and saw Joe beginning to fuck me. I looked over at the other bed and saw Randy still fucking Monica and Jason moving into position so Monica could use her mouth to get him ready to go again. As Joe’s balls banged against my ass I bent and went back to work on Ryan and I had him up by the time Joe shot into me. Ryan quickly moved to take Joe’s place in my well use box and I looked over at the other bed and saw Jason was fucking Monica hard and Joe moving into place to try her mouth.
By the time it was time for Monica and I to go home all four men had fucked me and two of them had cum in my mouth. As we rode back to the bar where we had left our cars I wondered if hubby was having as much fun with his secretary as I was having. Somehow I doubted it.”
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I used my lunch hour to bring up the sites that I had posted on. One of them took three to five days to put a story up and I only posted to them because I knew that Frank went there. One of then would post the story the very next day, but neither one of those sites had what I wanted. Neither gave me any way to see what Frank was doing. One might have, but it required a password so I posted first to the site that highlighted the stories that Frank click on and which also had a “Favorites” section that I could check out.
I waited two days and saw my story posted and that night after Frank had fallen asleep I went down to the computer in the office and brought up the site. The story was highlighted so I know that Frank read it, but I was pissed when I saw that the asshole still hadn’t put me on his “Favorite Author” list.
I guess I had to try harder.
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Joie’s husband took her off on a two week vacation so the next time I went out I was on my own.
“I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink. I guess I was spoiled by previous outings and instead of hearing “It has been taken care of by…” I heard “That’ll be six dollars.” I hadn’t taken any money out of my purse to pay for the drink and I had to go fishing in my purse to find the money.
Looking around the room I saw several prospects and saw that most of the prospects were looking at me. It wasn’t long before one of them came up to me and asked me if I would care to dance. I smiled, said yes and let him lead me out onto the dance floor. Once there I made sure that I brushed my breasts against him and that my leg nudged him suggestively.
When the song ended he asked me to join him at his table and when I said that I would he asked me if I would like another drink. I said yes to that also and he headed to the bar to get it. When he got back he set the drink in front of me, scooted his chair closer to me and put his hand on my leg. I let my legs open a bit and the hand moved up and soon his fingers were rubbing my pussy through my panties.
It excited me that he was doing it to me in public and I opened my legs a little farther in what could only be taken as an invitation. I felt a finger enter me and my pussy was soaking wet. I moaned and he said:
“Let’s get out of here.”
It was what I was there for so I picked up my purse and he took me by the hand and led me out to his car. He opened the door for me and I got in. “My place is close” he said as he got in, started the car and pulled out of the bar parking lot. As he drove I wondered if hubby’s lunch time sessions with his cow of a secretary were as pleasurable as I intended my night to be.
He patted the seat next to him and I slid over and saw that he had taken his cock out. I reached for it and took it in my hand and was amazed at how big it felt. His hand moved up my leg and touched my pussy through my panties.
“Take off your panties” he said and I did. As I went back to stroking him he worked a finger into my wet hole and I spread my legs to give him better access. His finger found my clit and I gasped and hunched my pussy up at his hand and my body shook. He pulled his finger out of me and said:
“We’re here.”
He parked and came around the car tucking in his cock before opening the door for me. Definitely a gentleman. I couldn’t remember the last time that my husband had done that for me. He took my arm and led me into the house and once inside he pulled me to him and kissed me hard.
My hand found his throbbing cock and I wanted it. I wanted it bad. He started to undress me and l let go of his cock and helped him. Then I gave him a hand in getting his clothes off.
“You want me to fuck you now?”
“A silly question. I don’t usually get naked with a guy to play Scrabble.”
“Not a silly question at all sweetie. Some women can’t handle me without a lot of foreplay and some are so wet we don’t need to waste time.”
I got my first good look at his cock. “Thank you hubby dear” I said to myself. “If you weren’t a cheating asshole I would never have gotten a chance to try on a log like this.”
The man, and it occurred to me that I didn’t even know his name, was a good four inches longer than my husband and at least two inches bigger around. Even though my pussy was so wet it was leaking his initial push made me gasp, but God did it ever feel good. It took him several thrusts to get that thing all the way in and then my legs wrapped around him and my nails dug into his ass as I moaned:
“Fuck me, fuck me, oh God yes, please fuck me.”
He laughed. “Like this do you?”
“I love it. Sweet Jesus don’t you dare stop, please please please don’t stop.”
“Tell me you want it. Say it; tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me and make me your slut. Make me your whore. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
I had at least three screaming orgasms and he was still pounding me hard. “Cum in me” I moaned, “Please cum in me.”
“You protected?”
I was, but I moaned, “No, no I’m not, but I don’t care. Cum in me; please cum in me. Fill me, flood my pussy.”
“What if I get you pregnant?”
“I don’t care. My husband will raise it and I’ll name it after you. Cum in me, just fill me.”
He drove hard and I felt his cock twitch and then throb and shoot his hot juice into me. As his sperm hit my vaginal walls I had a huge orgasm and before my body stopped shaking I heard the applause. I looked and saw that we were not alone.
“I forgot to tell you that I have a roommate.”
“Five of them?”
“Not really, but he has friends and he invited them over for poker thinking I was going to be out all night.”
This wasn’t what I’d had in mind when I’d hooked up with the guy and I started to say “I don’t th…” but was stopped by the cock that pushed it’s way into my mouth. I felt the huge cock pull out of me and tried to raise up, but another man moved between my legs and I felt his cock slide into me. It was obvious that it was going to happen and it wasn’t anything new to me so I relaxed and went with the flow.
The six men took me one after another and usually two at a time. First it was pussy and mouth and then it changed to pussy and ass. The first time it happened a moan escaped me as the two cocks entered me almost simultaneously and one of the guys said:
“She likes it. The little whore likes it.”
I did.
Once it was even ass, pussy and mouth.
The guy with the huge cock fucked me twice more and he was nice about it. He knew his size and what it could do so he left my ass and mouth alone and just used my pussy.
I’d lost track of time and when I caught a glance at the bedside clock I exclaimed:
“Oh shit! I’ve got to get out of here.”
“But we’re not done.”
“I don’t care. I’ve got to get home before my husband gets suspicious.”
“Tough shit. We don’t feel like letting you go.”
Thinking fast I said, “If you don’t let me get home to him we won’t ever be able to do this again. He will lock me in the cellar or chain me to the house.”
As I had hoped the idea that we could get together and do it again got them to back off. Would there ever be another time with them? No fucking way! There probably would have been, but that “We don’t want to let you go” told me that I didn’t want anymore to do with the assholes. On the way back to my car Mr. Big Dick said:
“Did my roommate and his buddies ruin it for me?”
I still wasn’t back into the safety of my car so I said, “For you? No, but for them, you bet your ass.”
When he dropped me at my car – gentleman to the last – he got out, walked me to the car and waited while I unlocked it. Then he pulled me to him and kissed me. We swapped tongues and then he handed me a card.
“I won’t ask you for your number gorgeous. If we get together again it will be because you want to. I do hope that I hear from you.”
One last kiss and he walked away. After getting in my car I looked at his card. Nothing on it but a phone number. I still didn’t know his name, but only fair I guess; he didn’t know mine. I rolled down the window to toss the card out, but then I thought of the exquisite feeling of that huge cock stuffing me and I rolled the window back up and put the card in my purse. As I drove home I was thinking that hubby’s nooner with his big titted bimbo couldn’t have been anywhere near as fulfilling as my night out with the boys.”
Once again my story was highlighted in red, but the frosting on the cake was when I found that I had been added to Frank’s “Favorite Author” list. Had to make sure I stayed on it, right?
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My night with Mr. Huge Meat and his roommate and roommate’s friends convinced me that there wouldn’t be any more solo nights. There was indeed safety in numbers so until Joie got home I was grounding myself.
Yeah, right!
I’d already taken Mr. 555-340-1863’s card out of my purse a dozen times and looked at it, but it was three days before I picked up the telephone and called the number. When I heard the voice on the other end of the line say “hello” I realized that he didn’t know my name any more than I knew his so I just said:
“Hi. It’s me.”
“I wondered if you would call.”
“I almost didn’t. I wasn’t too happy with the way our last time together went.”
“I’m sorry. Jerry wasn’t supposed to be there, let alone his friends, but once they showed up my hands were tied. Besides being my roommate Jerry is my business partner and I need to stay on very good terms with him. And in truth you did seem to enjoy it.”
“I did, but I would have liked to have had a say in the matter instead of just being taken and used. There were two that I would never have let come near me under other circumstances.”
“Dare I hope that this call means that I just might get another chance?”
“Could be; as long as I know it is going to be just you.”
“Jerry was really taken with you. I know he would like to see you again.”
“Maybe some other time.”
“When can we get together?”
“I can get out tomorrow.”
“What time and where?”
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“I felt strange walking into the Silver Dollar without Monica by my side. I’d never been in the place alone before. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was seven on the dot.
I looked around and didn’t see Mr. 555-340-1863 anywhere so I headed for an empty booth, ordered a drink and then started checking out the crowd. If Mr. 555 didn’t show there were several appealing possibilities and in fact one of them noticed me looking his way and he smiled, got up and headed toward my booth, but it was not to be because before he could get to me Mr.555 slid onto the seat across from me. He eyed the approaching male who, under Mr. 555’s gaze, turned and walked the other way.
“That will teach me” he said. “I should have gotten here earlier. It isn’t a smart move to leave a fox like you alone. Not even for a minute.”
“You sound suspiciously like a man who wants to get into my pants.”
“Damn it! Busted! I hate it when that happens.”
“Lucky for you I’m the kind of girl who gives it up fairly easy.”
“You ready to leave?”
“I’m not that easy. I have to get at least a drink or two before I spread.”
“Just my luck. A girl who drives a hard bargain.”
He bought me another drink and then we danced for several numbers. After my third drink, being eager to see his cock again, I said:
“Are you ready to get down to business?”
“I’ve been ready since I pulled into the parking lot. Just thinking of you being in here waiting got me hard.”
I reached under the table and ran my hand up his leg until it reached his bulge. He was most definitely hard.
“It’s yours you know” he said, “Where is the kinkiest place you have ever had sex?”
“Kitchen table at my boyfriend’s parent’s house while they were outside in the backyard setting up for a barbecue. You?”
“Here tonight in either the men’s bathroom or the women’s bathroom.”
“Are you serious?”
“I am if I can get you to do it.”
I looked at him and saw the dare in his eyes and then I smiled at him and said:
“You’re on, but it has to be the men’s room.”
“Why?”
“Because if it was the ladies room and another woman walked in on us she would see what I’m getting and she would want some and I don’t want to share.”
“What if a man walks in on us?”
“He can use my mouth.”
“I’ve been looking for a woman like you all my adult life. Let’s go.”
We left our booth, walked down the hallway to the restrooms, looked to make sure that no one was watching and ducked into the men’s room. The door had a lock on it and he reached for it and I quickly said:
“No; don’t.”
“You know what’s likely to happen?”
“Isn’t that the point? To see if we can get away with it without getting caught?”
“Oh sweet Jesus I’ve found me the slut I want to live the rest of my life with. Turn around, drop your panties and bend over the sink counter.”
I was wet. God was I ever wet and his huge cock didn’t take more than three pushes to bottom out. I gripped the countertop and screamed at him to fuck me and fuck me hard as he pumped into me. After several minutes (and two orgasms) the door opened and a man walked in. He stood there watching us for maybe thirty seconds and it turned me on even more than I already was.
“Fuck me” I moaned, ‘fuck me, make me cum, knock me up, cum in me, please cum in me.”
Then the man stepped to the urinal, took out his cock and peed. I watched as the stream flowed and then slowed to a trickle and then to nothing. I was looking into his eyes when he shook it to get the last drops off.
“Wipe it” I moaned, “Wipe it and bring it to me.”
He grabbed a hand towel, wiped off the head of his dick and then brought it over and put it into my waiting mouth. I sucked him while I was fucked hard and given another orgasm.
“Oh baby, I hope this load gives you triplets” Mr. 555 gasped out as I felt the hot flood of cum coating the insides of my welcoming pussy. He pulled out and I took my mouth off of the cock I was sucking and cried:
“In me, finish in me. Cum in me, make me pregnant.”
He moved in behind me and 555 had me so stretched that I scarcely felt him enter me, but I felt his balls as they banged against my ass. He only lasted about four minutes, but I was satisfied for the moment. I stood up, grabbed some hand towels and stuffed them in my pussy, pulled on my panties and the told my lover to hurry up and get me to a bed.
It was a five minute drive to the motel and then he fucked me again. When he was done he said:
“I want your ass.”
“No.”
“Why not? You took it up the butt the other night at my place.”
“No one the size of you. If you did me there we would need a couple of hours for you to work on me to get me ready and then another half hour to work your way into me and get me to the point where I could enjoy it and I don’t have that much time. When I come out to play I always have to keep one eye on the clock so I can make sure I’m home in time to keep the husband from becoming suspicious. Maybe some day we can both take a day off work and try, but not now. Come on. We have time for one more before I have to go.”
As I was getting dressed he said, “Is it me or is it the size of my cock?”
“You’re a nice guy, but I run into nice guys all the time. That said, I also have to say that you are the only nice guy I’ve run across who is hung like a horse. I guess the honest answer to your question would be twenty-five percent you and seventy-five percent your cock.”
“Ouch! That hurts.”
“Don’t give me that Mr. Horse Cock. You know what you have and you know it draws the ladies and you know you don’t want a full time woman because it would keep you from bestowing your gift on as many ladies as you can.”
“You are wrong there; I’ve been looking for a long time to find the perfect woman for me.”
“Good luck.”
“Oh I’ve found her; I just can’t have her, right?”
“If you are saying what I think you are I’m flattered. Unfortunately, even though he is a cheating asshole, I still love my husband. However, if he ever leaves me I do have your phone number.”
“Changing the subject quickly here you say that it is twenty-five me and seventy-five my cock. Would you be interested in trying an even bigger one?”
“A bigger one would probably kill me.”
“Nonsense. You took every inch of me and I could tell you had room for a bit more. You really should try Terry. I’d love to see your limit.”
“It is hard to imagine a bigger one than yours. Longer or bigger around?”
“Both.”
“You really think I could do one that big without getting hurt?”
“If you couldn’t have taken all of me I’d have said no, but you did take all of me so I think you can handle Terry. Just one thing. He’s black. You okay with that?”
“I forget what porn star said it, but what she said was that “It is the size of the dick that matters not the color of the dick’s life support unit.”
“Does that mean that you would like to try it?”
“Yes, I guess that it does, but only on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You have to tell me your name.”
I typed it up, spellchecked and then proof read it. Satisfied I posted it and waited two days and checked to see if the story was highlighted on Frank’s computer. It was and not for the first time I wished I had a spy cam in the room to show me if Frank was just reading my stories or beating off to them. I even actually considered getting one until I realized that it would probably have to be mounted on his shoulder for me to be able to see if the words on the screen were mine.
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Monday I was sitting at my desk ostensibly reviewing expense reports while I was actually fantasizing about fucking my boss at the company Christmas party while Frank was sitting in the next room sipping his drink and watching the people dance. I was imagining being on my back with my nylon clad legs and high heel shod feet up on Alan’s shoulders when the phone rang. It was Joie letting me know that she was back and asking me to meet her for lunch.
Over salad and iced tea she told me all about her vacation including the six times she’d managed to find a sex partner while her husband was napping or lying on the beach.
“There was this absolutely delicious young bellhop who had a cock that hardly ever went soft. How about you? What have you been up to without me here to corrupt you?”
I told her about my adventures and when I described Walter and the size of his cock she looked at me incredulous.
“That big and you took it all? Oh my God sweetie, you have to share this one with me.”
“That’s not all. He has a friend that he says is even bigger and he wants me to meet him.”
“Are you going to?”
“Of course.”
“Just the friend or Walter and the friend?”
“Both of them.”
She looked at me and was silent for a bit and then said, “You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“They will put you in the hospital.”
“Oh come on Joie; get serious.”
“I am serious sweetie. You know men. One is not going to just stand there and watch and you know it. While one is doing you the other is going to be thinking about which hole he should use, Do you really think you can take a cock bigger than you say Walter’s is in your pussy and then also take Walter in your mouth or your butt? Oh no baby girl, if you are going to see both at the same time it is going to be with me there to watch over you.”
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Monica followed me through the door of the hotel room that Walter had rented. Walter raised his eyebrows when he saw Monica and I told him that I would explain later and then he introduced us to Terry, a tall well built black man. I saw Monica cast a quick glance at me. I’d not told her that Walter’s friend was black and Monica was a bit of a racist.
After a bit of small talk Walter pulled me to him and said:
“I know you only have a couple of hours before you have to go so lets not waste a minute” and he started to unbutton my blouse. “I need to open you for him” he whispered in my ear as he unsnapped my bra.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Terry move toward Monica and I tensed expecting her to say “Get away from me” or something similar, but she just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of an onrushing car and then Walter pulled my left nipple and I forgot all about Monica. Walter rolled my nipple between his fingers and I moaned and went to my knees in front of him.
As I did my best to get enough of Walter in my mouth to make it memorable I saw that Terry had his pants open, his cock out and Monica stripped. I saw her hesitatingly reach out for the large piece of black meat and I wondered where the “racist” had disappeared to. There was damn sure no racist in the room as she opened her mouth to take in the head of the biggest cock I’d ever seen that wasn’t attached to a farm animal.
Then all thoughts of Monica were gone as Walter worked his cock into me and pounded me through two orgasms before pumping what felt like a gallon of cum into me. He pulled out of me and said to Terry:
“She’s ready for you.”
Terry pulled away from Monica who moaned “Oh no!” as Terry moved toward me. Walter walked over to her and said:
“Not to worry; he’ll be back and by the time he gets here I’ll have you ready for him.”
He offered his cock to her mouth and after a quick glance over at Terry moving between my legs she opened her mouth and took Walter’s cock in.
Seeing Terry’s cock up close I had serious doubts that I would be able to take him inside me. He was at least two inches longer than Walter which I didn’t think would be a problem, but he was twice as big around. Terry saw the look on my face and said:
“Relax. You can do it. I’ve never met a woman yet who couldn’t. All we have to do is go slow and easy at first.”
He was right – I could do it – and I did it twice. I’d never felt so totally full and stuffed in my life.
I heard a loud “Oh Fuck!” and looked at the other bed and saw Walter sliding inch after inch into Monica. I smiled as I remembered my first time with Walter. I knew just what Monica was feeling.
Terry had given me three orgasms before he came in me and when he started to pull back I clutched at him. I didn’t want to lose the extremely full and stuffed feeling, I know it is an overused phrase, but Terry had touched me in places I didn’t even know I had and I wanted him to stay inside me forever. Eventually though I had to relax and turn him loose.
On the other bed Walter was driving hard into Monica and she was screaming and clawing at his ass trying to pull him in deeper. I grabbed Terry and said:
“I have to get you ready for her” and he smiled and brought his cock to my mouth. I marveled at the taste of our juices mixed together. Nectar of the Gods I thought. He was so big around that two inches of him was all that I could take, but I did my absolute best on those two inches and by the time I heard Monica say, “Don’t go, please don’t go” as Walter finished and pulled out I had Terry ready for her.
Monica and I did both men twice and then it was time to go. Walter asked when we could do it again and I told him that I would call him. While I was talking with him I saw my friend ‘Monica the racist’ slip a piece of paper to big black Terry and I guessed that it was her phone number. Would wonders never cease.
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As Joie and I drove home I thought that it would be just my luck that tonight would be the night the Frank wanted to make love. I would have to plead headache because there was no way I could let him have sex with me. He wouldn’t even be able to touch the sides. Fortunately he was in bed asleep when I when I got home.
That night I dreamed of huge cocks. They were coming at me from all angles and from every direction and I was frantically trying to take care of them all. Mouth, pussy, ass, nostrils and ears were taking in cocks and my hands were clutching the ones waiting their turn. My feet even had one held between them as I gave a foot job. Cocks, huge cocks, gigantic cocks everywhere and all mine. I woke up wet with sweat.
The next day at work I planned and plotted to be able to spend days with Walter or Terry or both at the same time. I thought of what lies I could tell Frank to accomplish it. Business trip? I’d never been on one and secretaries don’t take business trips. Sick relative I needed to visit? All of them lived within a half hour of the house and Frank would want to visit them too. Fall down, hit my head, claim amnesia and wander off for five days? Get serious girl. It couldn’t be done. I wanted to do it, but it just couldn’t be done.
Then in a moment of clarity it occurred to me that I had become a size queen and huge cocks were about to take over my life. Did I want that? YES!!!! But was I going to let it happen?
That was the question.
The facts were that I did love what Walter and Terry did for me, but I also loved my husband. Frank had let me down and I had gotten my back up and taken care of myself, but I still loved Frank. But I was honest enough with myself to know that if Frank didn’t get his head out of his ass – or the computer as it were – I was eventually going to leave him. Did I want that? No, I did not, but I wouldn’t go without sex and if Frank didn’t start taking care of business I’d always find someone who would and eventually I would get caught. It was inevitable. Cheaters always get found out. They always think they can get away with it and a lot of them do for a while, but they almost always get caught.
The questions I had to answer were (1) Did I want to keep at it until Frank caught me and kicked me to the curb, (2) Did I want to take my fate in my own hands and leave on my terms or (3) Did I want to try and save the marriage before 1 or 2 occurred. The answer was try to save the marriage first.
That night after the dinner dishes had been cleared away I told Frank to grab a beer and have a seat on the couch.
“We need to have a long serious talk Frank.”
I didn’t normally tell Frank what to do so he looked at me with a mildly shocked expression and I knew he was thinking “Oh shit, this could be bad” but he got his beer and went to the couch. I poured myself a glass of white wine and went to join him. I told him I was fed up with the lack of a sex life and his constant excuses. I told him that I’d caught him masturbating and told him if he could do that he could give me a sex life. Then I hit him with what I considered “The Big Guns.”
“You either start taking care of your husbandly duties or I’m going to go out looking for a bed buddy. I intend to get laid by Saturday of this week. The choice you have is do you want it to be with you or with some lucky guy that I pick up at a bar.”
Frank looked away from me for a long moment and then he looked back at me and took a deep breath.
“I can’t. The soonest I can do it is next Wednesday and only then if things go right.”
“If things go right?”
He looked away again and I said, “You need to explain that Frank.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes and I said, “You want me to go looking tonight Frank? I don’t really need to wait until Saturday.”
He looked at me, took another deep breath and the story came out. He and four others from his office had gone out of town for a four day training session at the home office. I remembered it. One of the four was Sylvia Marsh. The four went out and partied all four nights. Mostly just drinking and taking turns dancing with Sylvia. On the third morning had woken up and found himself naked in bed with a naked Sylvia. He couldn’t even remember (or so he said) how the two of them got there. His memory of the night was mostly blank. He remembered getting into some kind of drinking game with the others and he had gotten seriously drunk.
That morning Morris, one of the others on the trip, pulled Frank aside at the first coffee break and said, “You didn’t go to bed with Sylvia did you?” Frank admitted to waking up with her, but had no idea of how he had gotten there and Morris told him he better get to a doctor and when Frank asked why Morris told him that Sylvia had given a social disease to three other guys in the company. It turned out that Frank was the fourth. He had been pleading bad back to keep from making love to me until his gonorrhea was cured.
“Bullshit Frank. It doesn’t take six months to knock down a case of gonorrhea.”
He looked away again and said, “The gonorrhea is gone, but it takes up to six months to make sure that you don’t have the Aids virus. I couldn’t take the chance that I might have it and pass it on to you. I couldn’t live with myself if I gave you that. Monday is when I have my six month check up and I’ll have the results on Wednesday.”
I sat there and stared at him as I thought about what he’d told me. I had no trouble believing it could have happened. It had happened to me more than once before I met Frank. Once I woke up in a lakeside cabin with six frat boys and had no memory of the night. Then it dawned on me that Frank had been forcing himself to keep it in his pants to protect me. He couldn’t suddenly start using condoms without me wanting to know why and while he was going without to protect me I was out reliving my slutty pre-marriage past.
I guess I should have felt bad about that, but to be bluntly honest I didn’t. I was highly sexed and I needed it. What I needed to do now was get the train back up on the tracks and get it moving in the right direction again.
“All right Frank. I’ll keep my panties on until Wednesday, but I’ll expect you to call me at work the minute you get your results and tell me that you are cleared. If you haven’t been cleared I’ll be leaving work and going to a lounge where they have music and guys looking for a good time.”
Frank gave me a funny look and then said, “That’s it? No “I’ll cut off your balls” or “I’ll make you sorry you ever met me?”
“No Frank. You are a man and all men are expected to be stupid when it comes to pussy.”
“You don’t hate me? You don’t want to kick my ass to the curb for cheating on you?”
“Look Frank; I’m pissed, okay? But I believe you when you say it happened and you don’t know how. I’m not happy that you put me in the position of a nun for six months, but on the other hand I very happy that you took great care not to give me any of the gifts that Sylvia bestowed on you. That doesn’t mean that I’m letting you off scot free. I’m dead serious that I intend to get laid and your punishment is going to be knowing that some stud is going to be helping me make up for lost time if you don’t get your clearance on Monday. That’s your punishment Frank. You get to spend the next week wondering if some one else is going to get lucky with your wife.”
Would I actually do it and then rub his face in it? No. I would make him sweat though. I was flirting with the idea of one more time with Walter, but it would be before the weekend if I did go through with it and I’d make sure that I didn’t give Frank a reason to think I’d moved the schedule up from Wednesday.
Did I feel bad about what I’d done and what I was thinking of doing? No I didn’t. My view is that Frank made me do it. By his actions he forced me to take care of myself. If he had fessed up when he found out what Sylvia had given him I would have accepted it as I had when he finally confessed. As I said, I could see it happening because it had happened to me. If he had been up front in the beginning we could have had a se\x life using condoms, but he hid the problem, faked a bad back and in the end it caused me to go elsewhere to get what I should have been getting from him. So yes, what I did was all Frank’s fault.
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I thought about Walter and his huge cock all night and by the time I went to work the next morning I decided that I needed one last time, but only if I could do it my way. I called him on my first break and asked him if he could take a day off work on Friday. He said he supposed that he could and then he asked me what I had in mind.
“I have some vacation time coming and I want to burn a day of it Friday and spend all day fucking your eyes out. And, with a whole day to play with, you might even get to tap my ass.”
“That certainly is incentive for me to take the day off. Just me or would you like to have Terry there also?”
I had to think about that for a few seconds. Walter and Terry together would leave me pretty stretched out, but I should tighten up by Wednesday.
“Terry if he wants to join in.”
“I’m a definite, but I’ll need to talk to Terry.”
“Do it and find us a hotel room with a strong bed.”
“You got it. Call me around three.”
At two I got a call from Joie. “You fucking pig slut! Why are you stealing my boyfriend? He just called me and said he couldn’t see me Friday because he was going to be seeing you.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Yes you whore; my boyfriend Terry.”
“Oh come on Joie; he’s black and you are a bigot.”
“I’m a bigot in love with his huge cock. I’ve seen him every day since that first night I went with you to meet him.”
“You should have told me and I would have told Walter no when he asked me if I wanted Terry to join us on Friday.”
“Oh come on you round-heeled tramp; I’m just pulling your leg. It is true that I’ve seen him every day since meeting him and I intend to go on seeing him as long as he wants my nice, tight white body, but I’ll share.”
“Why don’t you join us Friday then?”
“I can’t get loose on Friday. Maybe next time.”
“Won’t be a next time. Friday is my swan song. Next week I will be back to just Frank.”
“You figure out what’s going on with him?”
“Long story and I’ll give it to you the next time we have lunch.”
“Swan song huh? Does that mean I can have Walter too?”
“Up to him, but I’ll put in a good word for you.”
“You do that. And on Friday?”
“Yes?”
“Be gentle with my man. Don’t hurt him too bad because I’m going to be needing him Saturday.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“I know. Talk at you later.”
I called Walter at three and he told me Terry was on board and that he had a reservation at the downtown Hilton. I told him I’d meet him in the hotel restaurant at eight.
I was sitting at a table drinking coffee at ten to eight when Terry walked into the room. He came to the table, sat down and ordered coffee when the waitress came over.
“Walter said he was going to register and then go on up to the room. He’ll call me on my cell and give me the room number. I can’t tell you how happy I am that you wanted to see me again.”
“Yes, but I feel a little guilty over it.”
“Guilty? Why on Earth would you feel guilty?”
“Joie called me and accused me of trying to steal her boyfriend.”
“I’m her boyfriend?”
“I’m only saying what she said to me.”
“Then I guess I’d better start taking better care of her, but I won’t start until after today.”
His cell rang and he answered it. “Five- sixteen. Got it. Be right up.”
When the door to five-sixteen opened I saw Walter and five other men. I looked at Walter and he smiled at me.
“You said we would have all day so I thought we would have a real party.”
I laughed and said, “You dog you. Turn on the radio and find me some bump and grind type music. Close the door and when you get the music knock twice and then swing the door open wide. I want to make an entrance that no one will ever forget.”
“You got it” he said and closed the door.
I spun on my heel and ran for the elevator. No way was I going to go into that room. Not that I was afraid of seven men; after all, some of my best orgasms came from gangbangs and pulling trains. It was those particular seven men that I wanted no part of. Actually not seven, only five of them. The five were the same guys that Walter had shared me with the night we met. I still remembered the tone of voice used by the man who had said:
“Tough shit. We don’t want to let you go.”
No sir! No indeed! Walter had just fucked himself out of a great day. He had screwed me out of one too. I really had been looking forward to a day with Terry and Walter.
I called Joie and asked her to meet me for lunch.
“I thought you would be naked and screaming at lunch time.”
“I’ll tell you all about it at lunch.”
At lunch I told Joie the entire story starting with why Frank had been avoiding me and then about my first night with Walter and then what had happened that morning.
“I’d be very, very careful if Terry talks to you about hooking up with Walter. Make damned sure that he understands that you are only interested in him and Walter and not a cast of thousands. By the way; I told Terry that you said he was your boyfriend.”
“What did he say to that?”
“That he had better start taking better care of you.”
“Ooooh, I like the sound of that.”
“Just be careful girlfriend.”
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I spent the weekend and the first three days of the next week on pins and needles waiting to find out if Frank and I were going to come out of things all right. The call came at two-thirty Wednesday afternoon.