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 The Awakening Continues

   by Straight_8



   This is a continuation of sorts to the events I wrote about 2 years ago
regarding my wife's first encounter with a massively hung black man.  It
was posted under the title "The Awakening".  While I thought it was to be
the end of the story, developments have occurred that have led me to
believe that this was only the beginning.  So as not to have to repeat too
many past events, I suggest the reader should read "The Awakening" before
trying to make sense of these on-going events...

   Carol's encounter with Tariq was, in my mind, the best thing that had
ever happened to my sexy wife of 22 years.  It had an incredibly liberating
effect on her and we were finally having the full and open sexual
relationship I had always fantasized about.  With our daughter back at
school, Carol and I had finally begun to realize each other's sexual
potentials.  We had more sex and a greater variety in our lovemaking over
the next several months than we had had for the previous several years
before.  Carol continued to perfect her oral skills and was to the point
where she could take me deep into her throat at will.  She took great
delight in her new found control over my pleasure, sometimes teasing me to
the point of total frustration before giving in and allowing me to go over
the edge and fill her throat with cum.  Now, our regular lovemaking almost
always took on the form that I would have considered a marathon session
earlier in our marriage.  No more quickies here.  Typically now, Carol
would slowly extract my first load with her skilled mouth then I would
happily return the favor bringing her off orally.  Going down on my lovely
wife has always left me with a raging hard-on and now, she never failed to
put it to good use.  Having cum already, I had good staying power and could
often go long and hard enough to bring her to another orgasm while fucking.
If we were unable to do it through straight sex, anal--especially
accompanied by a vibrator in her pussy--never failed to get her off.  I am
often able to achieve erection yet again, especially if Carol is still in
the mood (as she often is now) to go another round.  Tariq still came up in
conversation from time to time.  During foreplay I didn't hesitate to
discuss how watching her tame his monster was highly erotic for me.  She
too would bring him up from time to time, but mostly in a more clinical
context though, like something about what an unusual physical specimen he
was--the doctor in her, I suppose.  Yes, all in all, Tariq's contribution
to our marriage was a great one...and I was totally happy about all that
had transpired.  I viewed him as a serendipitous figure that wandered into
our lives for a brief moment and was gone.  Someone who was in the past and
someone who would stay in the past.  As it turns out, that was not a
totally accurate assessment.  About 5 months ago I awoke to find Carol
absent from the bed beside me.  Not thinking much about it, I rolled over
and tried to go back to sleep.  When a sleepless half-hour passed without
her return, I got up to see where she had gone.  Light from under the
office door told me she was at the computer.  Rather than disturb her (I
sometimes like a bit of private time at the computer myself), I listened
for several minutes outside the door.  Unmistakable were the sounds of
Carol enjoying herself.  I could hear the heavy breathing and wet strumming
sounds that signaled that she was busily masturbating at the computer desk
inside.  I smiled at the thought and went back to bed with an unusually
stubborn erection.  Even an hour later, when Carol quietly slipped into
bed, I was rock hard.  Pretending to just awaken, I rolled over next to her
and my cock pushed hard against her ass.  It's warmth against the cool skin
of her ass made her giggle and she commented that I must have been having
quite a dream.  Within seconds I was on top of her and was sinking into her
already gooey pussy.  We kissed deeply as I filled her with cum before both
drifting off to sleep...not a word was spoken about her absence or what I
had heard.  The next day after Carol had showered and left for work,
curiosity got the better of me.  I went to our computer and checked the
history files.  There were about 50 web prefixes for a site called
"mymomsfuckingablackdude".  It seems my little wife was busily downloading
mpgs from the site--I watched a few before I too had to get ready for work.
All the videos featured a black guy named Shane Diesel seducing and fucking
a host of 30-something women.  Mr.  Diesel's cock looked like a thick
summer sausage and was quite reminiscent of Tariq's mega-cock in its girth.
If a bit shorter and blunter in appearance, it certainly was in Tariq's
ballpark.  It occurred to me then that I should have snapped a few pics of
Tariq from the closet the day I had secretly watched him ravage my little
wife--as a keepsake, if nothing else.  I really wasn't bothered by this
discovery of Carol's computer escapade.  Rather, I was amused, aroused and
was busily thinking of how I could harness Carol's continued erotic
interests to add even more spice to our lovemaking.  Over lunch, I even
browsed an adult toy website looking at large black dildos thinking that it
might make for an interesting gift.  I made a mental note of it and thought
I might just order one for her when I got home (these days you have to be
careful what you purchase on-line from the workplace).  Carol was just
beginning a week on call, so when I got home I knew that she wouldn't be
home for a couple hours at least.  I went on-line and was headed for the
toy website when an instant message popped up on the desktop.  It was from
Carol's sister Ann and it read simply, "are you going to meet him again?"
The message stopped me in my tracks.  Then I panicked.  I was still logged
on under Carol's username, as I had been checking her history folders that
morning.  I suddenly felt a whirl of emotion...guilt, shame, fear...but
mostly panic!  I quickly changed the messenger to invisible.  And though
the thought of replying to Ann and identifying myself occurred to me, I
didn't.  I sat for a long time contemplating my next move.  I didn't want
to pry into my wife's privacy, but the bluntness of Ann's message was
simply too much to just ignore.  I had to know what it meant!  After a few
minutes, I got the idea of checking the IM message history between Ann and
Carol.  A quick check revealed that there were several months of
correspondence still saved on the computer.  Again, it was with mixed
emotions that I opened the files.  What I read changed my whole notion
about Tariq being just a benign figure that appeared and saved our sex
life. In the next hour of reading, I was to learn that my wife was in no
way over her experience with big black cocks and that my sister-in-law had
joined her in this addiction.  I decided the best way to begin was to start
at the start.  Although the history files didn't start until long after our
initial encounters with Tariq--I surmised that at some earlier point the
files had been cleared or perhaps the history was somehow refreshed--Ann,
it was clear, knew all about them.  Ann wrote knowingly about some of the
details and asked questions that led me to believe that she and Carol had
been discussing it right along while it was all taking place.  I was
particularly fascinated by Carol's language in the IM's.  To me, she had
always come off as so clinical and matter of fact, but not so while talking
to her sister.  She used words like `beautiful' and `massive' when she
talked about Tariq's cock.  She spoke candidly about "still dreaming about
it" and "imagining it stretching me." The real revelation, I read, had
happened over the summer.  By that point Carol and I had long since figured
that Tariq had simply moved on to other conquests.  It had been over a year
since he had failed to show up at an arranged meeting with Carol and had
left her to sit alone in a hotel bar for hours.  It seems, however, that
Tariq had not completely forgotten about her.  In fact, he had surprised
her by coming into the clinic where she works.  This is the point where I
seemingly ceased to be "in the loop"--though Ann, it now appeared, was kept
informed in very great detail.  I read with great interest and more than a
little disbelief how he had gotten her alone into an exam room.  How he
apologized for not calling and leaving her to wait at that hotel bar.  How
she called him an asshole and resisted his advances.  Resisted, I read,
right up until the point where he pulled down his pants.  That is where her
resolve withered, it seems.  According to Carol's IM, " my pussy just
gushed when I saw that cock again." When Ann asked incredulously, "you
fucked him in an exam room...at work?!!" Carol replied with a smiley face,
and a comment "you don't understand, you cannot say no--not to THIS cock!"
The next correspondence included a web address for Ann.  The only words
said cryptically, "recognize the ring?" I entered it in the browser and
found a folder containing 32 pictures of Tariq's cock.  Most appeared to be
self-portraiture--pictures of his mammoth cock taken from various angles. A
whole series showed a growing puddle of sperm--eventually swelling to the
size of a pie plate--oozing from the swollen head of his enormous cock. 
The last several, however, were different.  They showed his incredible
prick in a woman's hand.  The hand looked tiny in relation to the
cock...fingers not nearly reaching 2/3 the way around his massive shaft. 
And it wasn't just any hand--it was Carol's hand, wedding ring and all. 
The date on that IM was in early June.

   I had read several weeks worth of IM histories up to that point and was
only a fraction of the way through.  I sat there stunned.  There, in front
of me, was the stark evidence that my wife had been with Tariq at least two
times without my permission--even without my knowledge.  Something else was
evident also, however, it was the tent in my pants.  As horrified as I was
about Carol keeping such a momentous secret from me, I was also somehow
hugely aroused.  In fact, I pulled out my cock and within moments was
cumming violently while staring at Tariq's monster dick clutched in Carol's
little fingers.  After cleaning up, I copied the entire IM history into a
file so I could read the rest at a later time.  As a closed up the windows,
the last one contained a picture of the big rubber dildo I had initially
gone on-line to purchase.  It didn't look nearly as impressive now, having
just seen Tariq's even larger flesh version, but I bought it anyway.  I'm
not sure why, but, the seed of an idea must have been forming even then in
my mind.  As I prepared dinner, my mind wandered back to the summer.  I was
mentally trying to piece together the time line of how and when this must
have all taken place.  I had been gone for two business functions sometime
in late May or early June as best that I could recall.  I was sure that it
must have taken place while I was away, for our sex life now is a busy
affair and rarely do more than a few days pass when Carol and I are not
somehow sexually active.  Screwing around with Tariq was not something a
woman could hide so easily from a husband who was paying even passing
attention.  The sight of my wife's nearly destroyed pussy after her
meetings with him were clearly etched in my memory.  So swollen and sore
that she had laid with ice packs on her crotch for days afterward.  If they
had fucked, Carol would have a hard time covering up her infidelity.  Then
I remembered that there was a time that Carol had been somewhat reluctant
engage in sex with me.  She had said she had a yeast infection and resisted
my attempts to go down on her for several days.  That was later in the year
though, perhaps early Fall.  Now my mind began to swirl.  I felt like I
wasn't sure of anything anymore.  When Carol came home, I had to put on a
pretty good act to cover up the emotions I was feeling inside.  I had to
give this some thought before I proceeded.  After all, this was a situation
greatly of my own making and although I was furious, part of me was finding
it very arousing on a certain level.  Over the next few days, I found it
hard to make excuses to get to the computer to in order to read more of
Carol and Ann's IM history.  During this stretch of time I found myself
very ambivalent about having sex with Carol.  I remember finding it hard to
intentionally keep discussion about Tariq out of the bedroom.  This
repression led to a sense of anger, and as I recall we squabbled a lot that
week.  One night, when we did have sex, it was very rough and eventually
ended up with me fucking Carol's ass without my usual gentleness.  Despite
some pleas for me to slow down, I distinctly remember plowing even harder
and deeper.  I think I was actually enjoying causing her some pain as I
came in her ass, and I remember thinking about how Tariq's black missile
had caused her to shriek in pain as well.  When Carol rolled over, I had
expected her to be angry at my insensitivity.  Instead, I was stunned when
she dutifully turned to clean the still-rigid cock that had just impaled
her ass.  We ended up fucking twice more that night, both energized by all
the repressed passion of a week's worth of fighting.  When I did finally
did get a chance to read the rest of the IM history, I sat almost
unbelieving at what I was reading.  From what I was able to piece together,
Carol had met with Tariq at least four times since they were reunited at
her clinic.  My suspicions about the early Fall were borne out.  Carol had
talked to Ann on two occasions about how she might keep me from discovering
her infidelity.  Carol had been in a panic over her meeting with Tariq in
September.  She talked openly about being so swollen and sore that "she
could hardly sit down." She was certain that I would find out.  It was Ann,
as it turned out, who suggested the whole yeast infection rouse.  I also
discovered that Ann, my demure sister-in-law, had also been sampling
Tariq's wares.  I read in minute detail about the first time (in a car in
her own driveway with her husband sleeping inside the house only yards
away), and about the many times since that Tariq had fucked her silly. 
Since October, by the sounds of it, Ann had become quite a little slut. 
Not only fucking Tariq, but several of his friends, and often--most
recently--several at a time.  Carol, for her part, seemed to be evolving a
real sense of guilt over the whole matter--guilt about introducing her
little sister to a situation of repeated infidelity, but also (and, I
admit, even more of a relief to me), guilt over keeping a terrible secret
from me.  When the plain brown package arrived, the surprise turned out to
be just as big for me as for Carol.  It was a Saturday morning and no
sooner was the UPS truck down the drive than the day's revelations began.
As Carol shook the box, I could hardly keep from bursting out in
anticipatory laughter.  When her hand emerged from the box holding the big
rubber cock, we both began to laugh uncontrollably.  But, I was to soon
find out, not for exactly the same reason.  Carol led me into the office
where, on a shelf in the back of our storage closet, she pulled out the
exact same dildo.  Carol, it seems, had beaten me to the punch.  She had
ordered the same dildo sometime ago and had kept it hidden for what she
called, "special occasions." When I remarked at the sheer coincidence of
ordering the exact same toy (down to the pattern of veins covering the
shaft), she simply stated the obvious, "Well, it IS the biggest one they
make!" Still in my bathrobe, my now-erect cock protruded prominently out in
the open air.  When Carol suggested we take her toys to bed, I didn't
argue. Dressed in a sports bra and spandex pants (and a bit sweaty from
being on the treadmill) Carol looked particularly sexy walking down the
hall holding a foot long dong in each hand.  We used the two rubber logs in
some quick foreplay--Carol pinning one between her pendulous tits while I
ran the shaft of the other up and down her moistening slit.  Soon the
foreplay ended, however, and we were fucking loudly on the bed.  The
excitement was high and I knew I was going to cum quickly despite my
efforts to hold off.  When I released deep inside her I quickly withdrew
and reached for one of the dildoes.  Pressing it hard into her folds I
watched as it sank deep into her pussy.  My cum was displaced by its mass
and began oozing out from around its wide circumference.  Bottoming out at
the faux rubber balls, I watched as my wife squirmed and writhed and
finally let go with an incredible orgasm.  All the while she was cumming,
she wriggled back trying to get off the massive toy, but I wouldn't let her
escape.  Instead, I kept pressing it deep inside her.  When she was mashed
against the headboard, with no place left to go, she opened her eyes wide
and looked at me with an almost terrified expression.  My immediate
reaction was to relax the pressure with which I was pressing the black
shaft into her now sopping pussy.  When I did, though, she screamed
angrily, "No, you fucking idiot, fuck me harder!" He hand reached for my
wrist and pulled it, and the dong, even harder against her flaming crotch.
For the next several minutes I brutally mashed the rubber monster inside
her.  The whole while Carol just writhed and shook in continuous orgasm.  A
shrieking moan, interspersed with gasping "oh fucks" were all that she
could utter while she bucked balls-deep on the dildo.  When at last the
orgasm subsided, I withdrew the long, slimy pole and wet gush of Carol's
trapped fluids poured out onto the rumpled bedspread.  I immediately thrust
my cock, now once again rigid and throbbing into her pussy.  The wetness
was incredible.  As I fucked her as hard as I could, the wet slapping noise
of our bodies slamming together filled the room.  Carol, for her part,
seemed impervious to the whole thing.  As hard as I tried to make her gasp
or scream, she just laid there in her post-orgasmic stupor until, at last,
I shot my second load into her wet pussy.  I climbed off of her and went to
the bathroom to wash up.  The hair from mid-thigh to my belly was matted
and sticky from Carol's soaking crotch.  Suddenly, a wave of depression
washed over me as I thought about my wife's obvious total lack of response
to my efforts.  Even at full staff, and ramming as hard as I could, I could
not begin to elicit the effects that the toy had had on her.  The dildoes
were, after all, impossible for me to compete with.  At around 12 inches
and nearly twice my circumference, they made my 8 inch wonder seem small by
comparison.  Carol entered the bathroom as was wiping the sticky juices off
my belly with a washcloth.  Reading the glum look on my face, she asked if
I was OK.  As I raised my eyes, and glimpsed her eyes in the mirror--they
were full of tears.  Carol took my hand in hers and led me back to bed. 
She laid me down and kneeled down next to me.  "I have something to tell
you," she said, her eyes welling up with tears....  Over the next hour,
Carol poured out the whole story to me.  I heard her version of how Tariq
had walked into the clinic and back into our lives.  I found out that they
had indeed met again several times (five in total), usually at his
apartment and usually the weeks she was on-call and could easily disguise
her absence without arousing suspicion.  She tried at times to simply
generalize, but I pressed her for every detail.  I found out that she had
only fucked him on two occasions--in the clinic that first day, and the
week I had been out of town.  She had, in fact stayed over at his place one
night that time and from the sounds of it, they fucked constantly for
nearly 24 hours.  I asked why she hadn't fucked him the other times.  After
an uncomfortable pause, Carol stated the obvious, "because you would have
found out," she paused again, "his cock does have some rather noticeable
effects on my bottom." She also shared that after spending the night with
him she had even had to taken that next Monday off work because she was so
sore--even though it was two days after the fact--and though it was another
two days till I returned, she had still been certain that I was going to
notice the effects.  I hadn't noticed then, but what I did notice was that
she had forgotten to reveal the incident in the Fall when she had faked the
yeast infection.  Not certain that I wanted to reveal that I had read the
IMs and knew all about the whole thing, I didn't say anything.  She also
didn't tell me anything about Ann and her involvement with Tariq and his
friends.  I chalked it up to Carol's respect for her sister's privacy, but
I couldn't help making a little hint at it when I asked how she could
possibly keep such a secret for so long without telling anybody.  I dragged
out the anybody, and Carol shot me an uncomfortable look.  She didn't say a
word, but from that moment on, I believe Carol suspected that I might have
known more than I was saying.  The conversation ended with what I perceived
as a very sincere apology and a promise to never again keep anything from
me again.  What she didn't say, however, was that she had no interest in
meeting Tariq again.  Then Carol slid down between my legs and tenderly
slipped the head of my cock between her lips.  For the next half hour, she
slowly nursed on my cock, bringing it back to a state of full erection. 
She began swallowing it deeply and sucking it hard and slow with long,
languid strokes.  Then, in mid-blow job, she paused.  "Oh, I forgot," she
giggled a bit as she started, "there was another time." "What?" I uttered,
coming out of my ecstasy-induced stupor.  "Tariq and I did fuck one other
time." She briefly explained how in September she had gone to his apartment
to see some pictures that they had taken together with his digital camera
the last time they had met (the pictures I had seen on the website I
surmised).  "I honestly had no intention of making love to him," she
shared, "but I was just so turned on." Then she quickly returned to sucking
my cock.  My mind shot back to the pictures of Tariq's 14 inch club
clutched in Carol's fist, and I had my load gurgling down her throat in
less than a minute.  I was surprised about how little things seemed to
change after her momentous revelation that day.  Carol praised me for being
so "O.K." with the whole thing.  One thing did begin to change though, the
content of our conversations.  Over the last two years, we (I should say
she) had become far more comfortable discussing sex and fantasy in graphic,
straightforward ways.  This was one of the real benefits that Tariq had had
on our sex life.  Carol was much more willing to tell me what felt good and
we could begin to refine our lovemaking to make it infinitely more
pleasurable for us both--and because of this, much more frequent as well.
Her comments toward Tariq specifically, though, had still remained
tangential and as I have said, clinical.  This now changed.  Carol, with my
continued encouragement, was now more open to discussion about him and his
monstrous weapon.  The dildoes were a great help in this area too.  We used
them often and they always served to generate discussion.  Carol described
in great detail how the feeling of being "full" and "stretched" pleased
her. She also admitted that the psychological effect of seeing, holding,
and feeling something so massive had some kind of profound effect on her.
She discussed browsing websites with monster cocks just for thrill of
seeing them--even embarrassingly admitting that she sometimes even liked to
peak at beastiality sites and look at horses with erections.  "I can't
explain it," she said very frankly, "I just ooze---it's like Pavlov's dogs,
I guess." Sex with Tariq, she decided, was so incredible because it was the
powerful culmination of both physical and psychological factors.  Neither
one of us had ever seen a man with a larger cock anywhere--and with her
being a doctor and me being a porno aficionado--that was saying something.
Even some of the "faked" monster cocks on the internet were hardly bigger
than his real one.  Even beyond his immense size, however, Tariq was, as
Carol had put it, a true specimen.  Not only did he have this massive cock,
he could use it like no man we had seen--in reality, video, whatever.  I
had not believed her at first, and it took seeing it with my own eyes.  I
remembered vividly watching him fuck Carol for an hour, dump the largest
load I'd ever seen across her belly and tits, and then within minutes fuck
her again for another hour.  One night in bed, when pressed for details,
Carol seemed to say in a round-about way, that I hadn't seen anything the
day I had watched them.  "The night I stayed over at his place," she
literally shivered as she went on, "I literally lost count of how many
times he fucked me." "He was insatiable!" "I was so sore that I couldn't
fuck anymore," she giggled, "with my pussy." "Your ass?!" I stammered. 
"Believe it or not, we did try it," she went on seemingly unburdened to be
able to talk about it.  Just getting the huge head inside her ass exceeded
her pain threshold it seems.  She made a gesture with her fingers
approximating the girth of his cock...roughly the size of a soda can.  "So
my mouth had to do for the last couple times," she grinned.  It was then
that I got up the courage to ask the question that had been in the shadows
all along.  "Do you intend to see him again?" I asked bluntly.  Carol shot
back, "No, never again." Then, after a long pause she batted her eyes at
me, "unless, of course, you wanted me to." I intentionally said nothing,
but instead climbed on top of her and inserted my oozing cock deeply into
her.  She was creaming and sopping as my dick slid inside her, she was
thinking of his cock no doubt--I must admit, I was.  After draining my
second load into her ass that night, I agreed that she shouldn't be denied
something that obvious gave her (and, so it would seem, me so much
pleasure).  Carol was giddy...I was exhausted!  I pulled my limp cock from
the tight ring of her ass, rolled over and fell immediately into a deep
sleep.  I woke up the next morning to the happiest wife any man could ever
imagine.  She was cheerfully making breakfast for us, literally whistling
with joy.  "Aren't we happy?" I chided her as I dragged into the kitchen.
"Why shouldn't I be," she said with a wink, "I got a good fucking from my
stud-muffin last night." She knows that term annoys the hell out of me, so
it was strictly tongue-in-cheek.  I suggested that maybe it was really the
fact that she now had the green light to fuck her horse-cocked friend that
might be the true source of her good mood.  "Maybe," she chortled with a
most evil grin.  Then the subject dropped and no more was spoken about
Tariq for the rest of the morning.  In fact, the whole week passed fairly
silently.  It was a busy one, and we had barely enough time to speak about
anything as our work schedules allowed little time for anything other than
sleep once we finally dropped into bed at the end of the day.  When Friday
finally came, we both were in need of a little stress relief.  I left a
voice mail on Carol's cell on my drive home suggesting that she pick up
Chinese so no one would have to cook.  I teased her by promising that I
might have a "little surprise" for her when she got home.  Over my lunch, I
had went to a video rental and picked up a couple of pornos.  We had gotten
a DVD player recently, but unfortunately the only big cock themed
selections on their shelf were in VHS.  I rented one "Monster Cock" movie
on VHS and grabbed a DVD that featured amateur hot wives thinking that
might be an interesting twist.  Carol came home with the Chinese, and a
grumpy attitude.  It had been a killer week for us both, but her day was,
it seems, particularly bad.  She was not in a playful mood at all.  Despite
my efforts to lighten her mood, she was having none of it.  We sniped back
and forth as we ate the Chinese food.  As I was throwing away the
containers and straightening up the kitchen, however, I was still hopeful
that I could salvage something from the evening.  I asked her if she was at
all curious about the surprise I had teased her about on the voice mail. 
"No," she said flatly as she emptied piles of papers from her briefcase in
disgust.  Then she went on..."when you said `little' surprise, I just
assumed you were talking about your dick." My jaw dropped.  An immediate
look of horror washed over Carol's face as well, and I could tell she was
instantly sorry she had said it.  She HAD said it though, and it was simply
the cruelest thing either of us had ever, EVER said to one another.  Half
in disbelief, half in utter anger, I grabbed my coat and headed for my car.
Carol followed me to the garage repeating, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm
sorry" the whole way.  But I was too mad to give her the satisfaction of
even turning back to look at her.  I jumped in my car and took off...to
where, I didn't know or care.  Carol in tears was the last thing I saw as I
jerked the car out of reverse and headed down the driveway.  My cell phone
rang and rang, until I turned it off.  I got on the highway and just drove
for almost an hour.  I pulled off at an unfamiliar exit, but it looked like
a likely place to find a bar, and I needed a drink--badly.  As I sat alone
at the dumpy tavern, I hammered back several drinks ruing the day that we
had ever met Tariq.  To think that 20 plus years of marriage could be
upended by one freakish penis?!  I was fuming...at Carol, at Tariq, and at
myself for being so stupid for ever leading my wife down this path.  The
more I drank, the more my hatred turned inward.  When I raced to the
bathroom just in time to vomit a stomachful of Chinese food and scotch into
the filthy toilet, I think I felt about as low as I had ever felt in my
life.  Having already drunk more than I should much, much faster than I
should, I finally cleaned up and skulked out to my car.  The cell phone was
on the passenger seat and try as I might, I couldn't resist turning it on.
There were 7 or 8 messages...all from Carol.  Feeling sick and hollow, I
pressed the button and listened.  The messages were tearful and sincere. 
She pleaded for me to come home...and since I really had nowhere left to
go, I drove back home.  Carol met me at the door, but I told her I was too
angry to talk.  I stomped downstairs and grabbed a blanket as I headed for
the couch.  I calmly asked Carol, who had tried to follow, to give me some
space.  We had had a few serious fights over the years, and she knew enough
that when I talked in this voice, I meant it.  She crept away weeping and
sobbing.  I fell asleep quickly despite my swirling emotions.  The
exhausting week and my alcohol-induced flu had worn me out physically. 
Some time later, I wasn't really sure of the time--for we have no clock
downstairs--I awakened.  With nothing to do but lay there, I soon got up.
Seeing the DVD and video still on the kitchen table, I thought "what the
hell" and popped the DVD into the player.  I scrolled thru the scenes one
by one.  They all were almost identical--"hot wives my ass," I thought. 
Most of the women were skanky looking 20-something's obviously in search of
a quick dollar to pay for their next hit on the crack pipe.  And all the
scenes were with the same guy--a greasy looking tattoo boy who couldn't
even maintain his erection.  I could hardly blame him as I looked at some
of the women.  It was, somehow, doing the trick though, as my own cock was
indeed stiffening while I scrolled through the less than erotic action
scenes.  Finally, I decided to try the tape.  "Monster Cocks!," the title
screamed in spooky looking letters like those one might use to advertise a
haunted house.  I sat through the previews cursing at the dead batteries in
the VCR remote as I strummed my half-hard cock.  When the first scene
started, despite a picture that jumped at annoyingly random intervals, my
cock rose steadily.  A buxom silicone starlet was being seduced on a fake
Harlem street scene by a tall black dude in hip-hop attire.  His baggy
shorts barely disguised his obviously massive cock.  I watched as she
lowered his waistband revealing his meaty shaft in amazement.  My hand
worked up and down my own shaft--now rock-hard and oozing precum.  After
some awkward editing the pair were suddenly in bed on an absurdly makeshift
movie set --the cheesy production values did nothing to interfere with my
excitement however.  When he rose from his perfunctory licking of the
starlet's pussy and raised his big cock to enter her, I felt a tingle at
the base of my own cock.  The bulbous head of his dick was enormous.  The
flaring knob wedged into her slit and obscenely parted the lips of her
hairless pussy.  A nice zoom in shot showed her labia straining to
accommodate his thick rod.  When he had sunk himself deep inside, the shot
cut away to a fantastic close up of the actress' face just in time to show
her eyes begin to roll back into her head.  In that expression, there was
something so familiar.  It was that sublime mixture of pain and pleasure
that I had seen on Carol's face when she was with Tariq.  The starlet, who
possessed little talent as an actress, wasn't acting now.  Her gasps and
whimpers were purely the physiological reaction to the massive cock now
plumbing her depths.  Without warning or intent, I began cumming like a
cannon.  My spunk shot across the living room floor in thick spurts. 
Grabbing my cock only redirected the fire and the next two jets landed on
the coffee table, coating the cover of the TV guide.  Even after the spurts
subsided, a flow of ooze ran down my fingers and dripped onto my
still-spasming balls.  I played with my softening cock, now creamy with
froth, until the scene ended a few minutes later.  It ended rather
disappointingly, too--with the big dick barely able to express more than a
few drops of thick, curd onto the starlet's belly.  I wondered how many
scenes he had shot that day to so deplete his supply of semen as I hobbled
over to the TV and stopped the tape.  Then I headed off to the laundry room
to get a rag to clean up my mess.  Over the next couple hours, until the
sun rose, I lay awake in self-loathing.  What kind of freak had I become?
Aroused by something that, in my mind, was approaching the point of
sickness!  It must have been nearly seven-o'clock before I made the
decision to go upstairs.  I wasn't sure what I was going to say or do when
I got there, but by now the worst of my anger had subsided.  I was still
stewing about the comment, but having had time to think it over, I was more
willing to put it all into perspective.  I was the one, after all, who had
started this whole thing.  It was my subconscious fascination with size
that had led to all the events that had unfolded.  Long before Tariq
entered the fray, it was me that brought home the videos, me that asked the
probing questions.  It was just as much my obsession with big cocks, as I
had more clearly begun to realize, that continued to fuel the dynamics of
our sex life.  To Carol, being a physician, penises had always been just
another part of their anatomy.  Whether they were large, small or
average--and even when they had become erect in the course of a physical
examination--she had never outwardly shown any particular fascination with
men's cocks.  In fact, she was always so cold and clinical that I sometimes
wondered if she even had any subconscious sexuality at all.  Even when I
had pushed her to explore her inner feelings more deeply, I always had to
lead her to the subject of size.  It was in this more introspective frame
of mind that I entered our bedroom.  Carol was asleep.  I looked at her a
long while, she looked very peaceful and lovely.  I do truly adore my wife
and any enmity in my heart soon melted away as I crawled into bed next to
her and felt her nestle against me.  As I turned toward her to spoon, I
felt something else as well.  It was long and solid and I knew immediately
what it was.  Reaching under the covers I pulled the big black dildo out to
confirm that knowledge.  It was warm from being in its nesting place all
night, and it was obvious from the dried secretions covering it, that I
wasn't the only one who had indulged in a bit of self-gratification over
night.  I don't know for sure if it was the site of the large rubber cock
or the aroma of Carol on it that excited me--likely a combination of both.
Whatever the source, my cock sprang to attention and I was overwhelmed with
horniness.  I went immediately under the covers and gently pried Carol's
legs apart.  Though dark, I could make out clear signs of the recent
assault on her pussy.  Her labia were puffy and still splayed, the dried
juices left an unmistakable haze on the tender folds.  She also smelled so
strongly of sex that I literally began to drool as I lowered my head to her
slit.  I thrust my tongue deeply and drank in the musky flavors of her open
pussy.  Carol is always amazed at my willingness to eat her at any time. 
She always claims that she needs a shower, or is too `aromatic' to be gone
down on.  She has always missed the point that it is just that
sense-filling condition that makes pussy eating such a pleasure for me. 
I'm not sure I put too much stock into the idea of pheremones and sexual
attraction, but it's when she is at her wettest and juiciest (often in
mid-fucking) when I truly enjoy going down on her the most.  Whatever the
case, she was in exactly this condition now.  My foray deep inside her with
my tongue had now covered my chin with thick musky fluids that made my
desire soar.  In short order I felt her hands gently caressing my hair and
ears (this drives me crazy as well).  I heard her soft moans muffled
through the covers, and with a little giggle she whispered, "well, I guess
you are not angry with me anymore." I almost stopped to explain that
somehow horniness trumps anger, but I was too occupied with her
deliciousness to respond.  Within several minutes, Carol was cumming on my
mouth.  I pressed my lips hard against her to ride out the spasms, but
Carol began pulling me away---finally winning the battle by pleading for me
to fuck her.  I laid on her with my full weight as my hips bucked hard,
driving my bone deep into her.  Having thoroughly emptied my balls on the
family room carpet a few hours earlier, I had staying power to burn.  We
fucked a long time in that same position.  I was in a very good groove and
was enjoying it too much to bother with a position change.  I had reached
that `zone' where the pleasure is at a plateau and you feel as though you
could go on forever.  I finally got to the point where I wanted to cum,
needed to cum.  Lifting myself up on my forearms I looked at Carol's closed
eyes.  She too had settled into a good place, her body moving in smooth
rhythm with mine.  I then spied the big rubber toy still lying on the
pillow near her head.  With my left hand I picked it up and dangled the fat
knob over her face.  As it brushed her cheek, her eyes shot open to catch a
glimpse.  She momentarily stiffened, but then smiled wryly as she looked
into my eyes.  "My little helper," she said breathlessly, the words spaced
out between thrusts of my cock.  "Little huh," I replied, "hardly." It was
only then that she realized just what she had said and the obvious irony
given what we had had the blow out over in the first place.  We both
laughed, and I gave her a few particularly hard thrusts for emphasis.  "I
love your cock," she said, "you know that." I was not going to engage in
conversation at this point however and I pressed the large head of the
dildo against her lips and ordered her to suck it.  With a dismayed look
she looked at the dong encrusted with her dried juices.  I was insistent
though, "I said suck that big black cock!" Reluctantly, she took the fat
head into her mouth.  I watched closely as her mouth opened wide to engulf
the lifelike knob.  The dried secretions melted in her saliva and became a
slippery glaze as she took it deeper with each pass.  The sight of the
thick shaft impaling Carol's mouth brought me quickly close to orgasm. 
With a few more strokes for good measure, I pulled out and crawled up over
her face.  Her mouth turned instinctively towards my cock, but I pressed
her hand, now grasping the dildo, back towards her face.  I redirected the
dong back into her mouth just as the first spurt of my cum hit her cheek.
Though not as prodigious as the load I had messed the family room with,
there were several jets that soon covered her lips and cheek.  I milked out
the last oozing drops onto the shaft of the rubber cock and watched them
run down onto Carol's waiting lips.  I carefully scooped the rest off her
face with my forefinger and made her lick it all off of her "little
helper." Then we kissed and cuddled as we both caught our breath, happy to
be back in each other's good graces again.  That was the start of a very
interesting and emotional weekend.  I had never revealed to Carol that I
had read the IM history between her and her sister.  So she had no idea
that I already knew much of what she was about to tell me.  One of the
reasons Carol had been having such a bad week centered on her sister Ann
and developments in her situation.  It seems that her marriage was quickly
crumbling.  This was particularly difficult on Carol because she felt
responsible for Ann's recent headlong fall into rampant infidelity.  Also
difficult, was her inability (at first) to reveal to me just why Ann and
Ron, her husband of 12 years, had so suddenly hit the rocks.  As I
understood it, Carol had just recently told Ann that she had come clean to
me regarding her own infidelity with Tariq.  According to Carol, "I just
told her that I couldn't handle the secrets and lies anymore." I am unsure
what transpired next, whether Ann had told Ron or he just found out. 
Either way, it seemingly spelled the end of their marriage.  I couldn't say
as I could blame him either.  I defended him as Carol and I discussed the
situation.  "He won't even talk to her; he just hangs up the phone," Carol
responded, "he's being a real asshole." I maintained that she should put
herself in Ron's position.  "What if you found out that for the last year
I'd been fucking around on you?" I asked, "not just a little, either, a
lot---like it sounds Ann has been." Her comeback almost floored me,
"fucking around is the best thing that ever happened to our marriage." I
had to laugh as I reminded her that infidelity had almost ended our own
marriage more than 15 years ago.  (I had had a couple of brief flings at a
low point in our marriage.  Although we survived it, we were very close to
divorce and it had me taken years to regain the trust that I had lost.)
That stopped her in her tracks.  After a long silence, she kind of nodded
her head.  "That almost seems like another lifetime," she mused, "but
you're right, I was devastated." Carol then quickly changed her tact.  She
told me how Ann had described her and Ron's non-existent sex life (I had,
of course, already read some very detailed descriptions along these lines
in their IMs).  I reminded her that it had been our own nearly non-existent
sex life that, in great part, led me to seek sex elsewhere.  In the end, we
both were able to agree that it was a shame that Ann and Ron couldn't have
found some way to address their problems before it had reached a crisis
point.  And we were also both glad that at least there were no children
involved and that both of them had their own well-paying careers to support
themselves with, so money shouldn't be too much of a concern.  Reminded of
the pain that my infidelity had caused her all those years ago, and seeing
the parallels in her own more recent behavior, Carol tearfully apologized
once again and hugged me tightly.  I sincerely accepted her apology and
added, with a little teasing pinch on her ass, "I'm sure you'll find a way
to make it up to me." Over the next few days, the deteriorating state of
Ann and Ron's relationship cast a bit of a pall over our household.  Carol
continued to suffer pangs of guilt and depression over having introduced
Ann to Tariq.  I tried to turn the conversation each time she got in these
gloomy moods, but with little success.  Ann would call and they would talk
on the phone for an hour or so, and for the rest of the night Carol would
be down in the dumps.  It all had a definite chilling effect on our sex
life as well.  Carol was impossible to approach sexually and my attempts to
get her in the mood were only met with annoyance.  Then, after nearly a
week of being shut out, Carol surprised me.  We were lying in bed reading
when Carol put down her book and turned to me.  "Honey," she said sweetly,
"would you mind licking my pussy?" This was unheard of!  In fact, I am
usually criticized for being too quick to go straight for her pussy. 
Instead, Carol wants lots of kissing and hugging before I am allowed to
delve down between her thighs.  Instinctively (for she has me so well
trained), I leaned over to kiss her lips.  Teasingly, she turned away from
my kiss.  "That's not my pussy," she purred as she directed my head
downward.  Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I dutifully lowered
my face between her legs.  "Mmmmm someone shaved," I muttered as I kissed
her inner thighs and began to gently nibble.  She just snickered as she
began to play with my hair and ears.  I deliberately took my time in
getting started, giving her random little licks and kisses.  As I began
making longer, more deliberate strokes with my tongue, Carol moaned softly
and said, "you know that Ron has never made Ann cum with his mouth." Not
sure where she was going with this, I simply ignored her and kept up my
slow, deliberate pace.  A few moments later she shared, "he hasn't even
gone down on her in years." I stopped licking long enough to reply that
then he had been missing out on one of life's greatest pleasures.  Then I
went right back to work.  Determined to keep up the conversation, Carol
continued, "she is so jealous." Carol was oozing now and her flow was
really getting my revved up.  She began pressing my face into her crotch
rather forcefully and I responded by increasing my pressure on her clit. 
"I've told her about how good you are," she panted between her ragged
breaths, "how you make me cum so well with your tongue." Her tone had
turned decidedly naughty now, and although I wasn't sure what game she was
playing, I was enjoying it.  And so was she!  Her smoothly shaven peach was
soaked with her juices.  I licked her ravenously now and within a minute
she was bucking in orgasm all over my face.  I wasted no time in crawling
up her torso and sliding my throbbing cock into her still spasming pussy.
The entry caused her to have another orgasm and I held myself deep in her
while the waves washed over her.  Her little monologue had made us both hot
and bothered, it seemed.  Carol was gushing after her climax and I was rock
hard.  I was also in no hurry to cum.  I began a achingly slow pace and
picked up where she had left off.  I have always enjoyed a bit of sexy talk
during lovemaking and it was Carol who was usually reluctant to engage.  So
I was enjoying this little development.  "So, you have told Ann about the
magic tongue, eh?" She just moaned and nodded.  "I'm not so sure I like you
talking about our sex life with your sister," I lied.  "Oh well," she
giggled, "too late." "So she knows everything then, huh?" I asked.  When I
had read their IM's I had been gratified that although Ann often engaged in
complaints about Ron, Carol had nothing but positives about my performance.
And though her specifics were few, she had mentioned several times how good
my oral skills were.  "Does she know about this?" I said, thrusting my hips
high and slowly dropping the full length of my cock back down into her. 
Carol moaned, "unnnn...huhhhh." "And this," I grunted as I hammered her
several times with hard strokes." "Yup," Carol gasped and then laughed
evilly, "that too." "I even told her how great it feels in my ass," she
said boldly as she wriggled out from under me and rolled over.  Carol
presented her upturned ass to me lewdly as she spread her cheeks.  Her tiny
sphincter, wet from her pussy juices, pulsed as she pulled her soft ass
cheeks apart.  Pressing my head against the tight opening, it engulfed my
swollen head and sank half way down my rigid shaft.  Carol leaned back and
the rest of my cock disappeared in one smooth motion.  I pushed back hard
and she let out an unearthly groan.  The heat and tightness made my ball
rise and I had to fight to keep from cumming immediately.  After I had
gathered myself, I began rhythmically pumping her tight ass.  Carol's hand
was rubbing her pussy and periodically her fingers contacted my balls as I
bottomed out deep inside her.  We both were close to orgasm and all
conversation now ended.  I grunted as I unloaded a week's worth of sperm
into her bowel while she bucked in obvious orgasm beneath me.  I collapsed
onto her back and just laid their relishing the feeling of my cock still
trapped in her hot and now very gooey ass.  Carol's breathing was heavy and
she made little cooing sounds as she came down from her high.  As her
breathing became more even, she turned her head.  Our noses were literally
touching in this position as she whispered, "I told Ann that your cock is
just the perfect size for ass-fucking." We chatted a long time that night
as we cuddled.  I asked her what made her initiate sex that night...and
especially the way she had went about it.  Ann, it seems, had called her at
work.  She was seeing Tariq (and some of his friends, I found out later)
that night and was trying to rationalize the whole thing to Carol.  "And?"
I went on, "how does that relate to us." "Well, I tried to talk her out of
it." "Why?" I asked.  "I just thought that she should concentrate on
straightening things out in her head right now," she continued, "she
shouldn't complicate her life." "OK," I agreed, "but I still don't see how
that relates to us...or why you jumped my bones." With a smile she replied,
"can't a girl just get horny?" I had a sneaking suspicion of what really
might have been going on in Carol's head, and decided to risk probing a bit
further.  Perhaps, I suggested, her conversation with Ann had gotten her to
thinking about Tariq and--just maybe--that was what had gotten her all
horned up.  When I shared my thoughts, she just laughed and denied it.  I
even suggested that maybe she was getting a little jealous of her little
sister hogging all the attention of her big-dicked lover.  Again, she
denied it and giggled.  "Oh, I'm sure he's got a lot of girlfriends," she
replied, "don't you think?" "Besides," she went on, smiling while her hands
approximating the length of his enormous penis, "I think there is plenty of
Tariq to go around." I had to agree as I withdrew my cock from Carol's ass.
With a peck on her cheek, I rolled over and turned out the light.  The next
morning, I got out of the shower and heard Carol talking on the phone.  She
was very jovial and laughing as she laid in bed, the phone pressed to her
ear.  I overheard a couple of "wow's" and "oh, my's" before I heard Carol
ask, "can you even walk straight this morning?" and I knew immediately that
she was talking to Ann about her escapades of the night before.  As Carol
saw me come into the room, she smiled knowingly at me and, with a wink,
reported to Ann (mostly for my benefit I am sure) that she too had gotten a
good fucking last night as well.  I was gratified that Carol was thoughtful
enough to include me in their little girl talk and I walked over to give
her a little kiss.  "He's right here," Carol reported, "my little
stud-muffin." She winked as I shot her a dirty look over her usage of that
hated nickname.  Ann must have inquired whether is was OK to continue the
conversation, but Carol assured her that, "it's fine, we don't have any
secrets anymore in this family." She giggled into the phone.  "Is she sore
this morning?" I chimed in as I began getting my clothes out of the closet.
Carol relayed my question, and giggled again at Ann's reply.  "She said
yes," Carol said smiling, "she could use a nice gentle licking though."
This got my attention and I turned toward Carol as I buttoned my shirt. 
"He seems to like that idea I think." Carol chuckled into the phone seeing
my growing erection.  My cock was standing nearly upright now and was
poking out through the part in my shirtfront.  Carol motioned me toward her
and took hold of my penis with her left hand.  "In fact," she continued, "I
think we'll have to continue this conversation later." Carol quickly
promised to call Ann back over her lunch and finished the chat by telling
her to, "get some sleep." Carol handed me the phone to hang up on the
nightstand.  By the time the receiver was on the hook, she was engulfing my
cock between her deft lips.  My cock was still achy from the night before
and it felt particularly soothing to be inside her warm mouth.  "So, Ann
survived her evening with Tariq?" I asked as Carol took me slowly in and
out of her mouth.  She replied with a guttural "ummm..huuumm" not even
breaking her slow rhythm.  Up till this point, Carol had not revealed to me
the full details of Ann's exploits.  I had been very careful about not
letting on, even though I knew from the IM's that Ann had been fucking
several other men besides Tariq.  It was all about to see the light of day
now, however, when Carol stopped sucking me and began relating the tale of
her sister's previous night.  Carol started slowly, revealing that Ann's
get together was more like a `little party' than a date.  I played dumb and
listened as Carol told me that there had been more than one guy--four of
them, in fact-- involved in the festivities.  "Three and a horse,
actually," Carol giggled as she resumed sucking on my knob.  "I don't
consider Tariq to be a human," she clarified a moment later.  I must admit,
that for a second, I had almost took her literally and visualized my little
sister-in-law fucking an actual horse.  I acted shocked as Carol gave me a
brief rundown of Ann's little gang bang.  Tariq and the boys had given her
quite an evening it seemed.  More than an evening really, as she had just
staggered back home before calling Carol that morning.  Ann's naughty saga,
related so sexily by my own naughty wife--and her teasing oral
ministrations--soon had me fighting off orgasm.  I changed the
conversation. I asked her about the little back and forth I had overheard
regarding me and my pussy eating skills.  "I told you," she replied as she
massaged my saliva-covered shaft, "Ann is jealous that I have the best
pussy eater in town all to myself." Carol normally dislikes `first thing in
the morning' sex...especially if it involved me wanting (as I always do) to
go down on her.  If we had had sex the night before, it was a particular
taboo--as she felt too `dirty' to relax.  We were breaking taboos left and
right these days, it seemed, but I was still a bit surprised--pleasantly
so--when she climbed over my torso and backed her pussy into my face.  She
was still puffy and red from our sex the night before.  The wonderful aroma
filled my nostrils as she lowered herself onto my tongue.  Her juices were
already flowing by the time my mouth made contact and all I could do was
moan in approval as she pressed hard against me and asked, "do you like it
baby?" I was enjoying Carol's aggressiveness as she sat upright and ground
her mound downward onto my face.  Carol was definitely in charge now as she
slowly rocked her hips forward and back, strumming her wet slit over my
tongue, my lips, my nose.  I just kept a steady pressure on her slippery
cooze with my tongue as she literally masturbated with my head.  She held
my cock like a handle as she writhed on my face and her grip bordered on
pain.  A few minutes of this face-grinding was all it took to bring her
over the edge.  My mouth glued to her pussy, I rode out her spasms.  With
her pussy still oozing onto my lips, Carol leaned down and literally
swallowed my cock.  In this position, Carol can repeatedly throat my
erection with ease.  Unable to see or even hear anything, as I was still
pinned beneath her, I relished the feeling of my cock sinking balls-deep
into her throat with each stroke.  The feeling was sublime as she held me
deep and gently shook her head from side to side.  With a guttural moan
that was mostly muffled by her pussy still pressed onto my mouth, I erupted
deep into her throat.  She held me that way through my whole orgasm.  My
cock convulsed four or five times as my cum took the express route to her
stomach.  We lay like this for a minute or two--long enough for the muscles
of her throat to milk out the last drops.  Not a gag, not a cough, as she
released my face from its `crotch-lock' I was able to detect just the
slightest hint of wateriness in her eyes--the only evidence of any
discomfort at having totally swallowed my entire cock.  As she finally
disgorged my flagging penis, it fell on to my belly with a wet slap. 
Smiling, she sprung up off me and gave me a quick peck on the cock and then
on my cheek on her way to the shower.  "Late for work," was all she said,
and indeed we were.  I lay there for a few minutes, exhausted from the
intensity of our oral extravaganza.  As the juices dried on my face, it
felt like I had grown a second skin--even my eyebrows were crusted with her
cum.  My dick throbbed and ached and I dreaded having to get out of
bed--again.  The upside was a quicker than normal commute for me as I had,
by now, missed the bulk of rush hour traffic.  I had a very busy morning at
work that day.  Arriving more than an hour late didn't help matters and I
scrambled to get caught up, even working through my lunch hour.  Carol was
starting another 3-day stretch on call as well, so it promised to be a busy
week for us both.  Weeks like these tended to leave little energy for
intimacy and such was the case this week as well--at least so it seemed. 
On Wednesday night, just as I was turning out the lights, Carol asked me an
unusual question.  She asked if I ever had the desire to make love to
another woman.  Not sure where this was going, I took the safe route and
told a little white lie.  I assured her that she satisfied me
fully...especially now since the discovery of her sexuality.  This was
actually pretty close to the truth.  I hadn't completely lost my attraction
to other women; my head could still be turned occasionally, but I was
really pretty contented with our sex life.  That seemed to satisfy her
curiosity and she rolled over and as if she was going to sleep.  But now I
was curious, and I had to pursue it a bit further.  "Why do you ask?" I
quizzed her, "don't I seem satisfied?" When she rolled over I could see the
serious look in her eyes.  She answered haltingly, "It's just that I can't
help thinking that you might feel like you deserve something in return." I
thought I knew where she was going, but wanted to be sure.  "In return?" I
asked.  She was obviously having difficulty in saying what I knew was on
her mind.  So I feigned a guess.  "In return for me letting you have sex
with Tariq?" I continued.  She nodded.  She was clearly still feeling
guilty about her deception and clearly in need of my continued assurance. I
held her tight and told her again how I wanted her to have anything that
made her happy.  It was a very tender moment and I was truly surprised when
she whispered in my ear, "I'd still love to watch you fuck another woman."
When Friday rolled around I was still swamped at work and was just hoping
to be able to leave the office by 5:00.  So when my cell phone rang around
4:30, I let it go to voice mail.  I was so busy tying up loose ends that I
had totally forgotten about it until, climbing into my car around 5:30, I
checked my messages.  It was a very unusual message from Carol, filled with
a lot of giggling, I could tell that she was being prompted by someone in
the background, but I was unable to make out the other voice.  The message
ended with news that we would be having company for dinner and the cryptic
message, again accompanied by giggles, "I hope you are hungry." There the
message ended.  I listened to it several more times, but still was puzzled
by its meaning.  By the time I pulled into the driveway it was already
dark. I saw Ann's car parked next to Carol's and I understood at least part
of the voicemail.  When I went in the house, I saw that the two sisters had
already polished off a bottle of wine--they were chatting away, working on
a second bottle.  Carol, still in her lab coat, came to greet me with an
unusually passionate show of affection.  "I was just telling Ann all about
our sex life, dear," she chuckled as she kissed me.  A bit embarrassed, I
looked at Ann seated at the kitchen table, she was smiling broadly.  I must
admit to having--on more than a few occasions--some sexual thoughts about
my wife's younger sister.  After all, she was very attractive, slim and
lithe with a nice little ass.  As my wife's little sister, and the
godmother of our child, however, I had always deeply suppressed any
thoughts of her in that way.  Even reading her IMs, it was only with great
difficulty that I began to allow myself to think of her in a sexual way. 
That was beginning to change quickly though.  Since hearing some of the
details of her exploits last weekend I had begun to imagine quite a lot. 
My thoughts of Ann had expanded to the point that I had found myself
imagining her in every conceivable act (even having momentarily imagined
her fucking a horse that morning she chatted with Carol on the phone).  I
had NEVER imagined though, that it would ever go anywhere beyond the realm
of fantasy, even up until that very moment.  The way she smiled at me now,
however, had me wondering.  But the embarrassment of having Carol and her
sister so openly discussing our sex life, made me want to run and hide.  It
was Ann though, perhaps sensing my discomfort, who tried to break the
tension.  She made a comment about "how nice it was to see a couple that
was open about their sexuality." It was an obvious reference to the lack of
openness that she and Ron had had in their marriage, and an attempt to
inject a bit of depth into the conversation.  Carol, however, was truly
enjoying my discomfort and refused to be pulled into serious conversation.
Instead, she just blurted out, "Don't be fooled, she just wants to
experience your magic tongue, sweety." At this, they both erupted in
laughter.  The wine had clearly begun to take its effect on my tea-totaling
wife.  Now, both Ann and I were blushing.  But as her cheeks reddened and
her eyes dropped in embarrassment, I felt an acute surge of erotic
attraction.  She looked, at that moment, so demure and so innocent (even
though I knew that she had taken on 4 men--including the monstrously hung
Tariq--less than a week ago), I couldn't stop the building passion.  "Oooo,
I think he likes that idea," Carol announced, as she groped my growing
erection through my pants.  "Are you sure you want this?" I whispered into
Carol's ear.  "Go for it stud-muffin," she chuckled as she gave my ass a
playful squeeze, "I think you do deserve a little change of pace." My mind
leapt back to the other night and what she had said about wanting to watch
me with another woman.  I never imagined that she might have been talking
about Ann.  I approached Ann very awkwardly and offered her my hand.  As
she stood, I admired her thin waist and shapely legs.  As my hands went
down her torso, she looked into my eyes and kissed me squarely on the
mouth. We made out like teenagers in the kitchen right in front of Carol,
who offered, "oooo...I like watching you two together," as she nudged my
shoulder in the direction of the bedroom hallway.
Once in the bedroom, Ann went straight into the bathroom giving Carol
and I a chance to briefly discuss the situation.  I asked her where she
wanted this to go.  "Anywhere you want it to," she purred.  "I think you
deserve a little payback for how badly I have behaved," she said before
giving me a very loving kiss.  "Besides, it'll be fun watching you with
someone else," she went on as she turned the chaise into a better viewing
position.  She went to the nightstand and removed one of her big black toys
and a tube of astroglide before making herself comfortable.  When Ann
emerged, any hint of shyness had evaporated.  She was totally naked and
quickly helped me remove the last of my clothes.  Ann took off her glasses
and immediately seemed to morph into a noticeably more vampy personality. I
noticed, to my surprise and delight, that my little sister in law had
pierced clit.  I remember when she got her belly button done and had always
admired the way it added to sexiness of her flat little tummy.  We sat down
and we kissed hard on the edge of the bed, her hand immediately wrapping
around my stiff cock.  Her carefully manicured nails looked so beautiful
holding my engorged cock.  Carol, being a physician, had to keep her nails
short so that she could wear sterile gloves.  I watched almost mesmerized
as Ann's lovely hand began stroking me slowly.  I laid her back and began
exploring her body with my mouth.  Her breasts were small and were tipped
with shapely round areolas and very erect nipples.  My lips lingered a
moment on each before I slowly went down her soft stomach with my kisses.
When I got to her pussy, the evidence of her fuck-a-thon last weekend was
still visible.  She still looked slightly bruised all around her upper
thighs and vagina.  The reddish-brown patch of hair above her pussy was
neatly trimmed and smelled of the perfumed soap Carol keeps in our
bathroom. When I rested my lips ever so gently on her labia, she inhaled
sharply and reminded me, "I'm still a little sore." I heard Carol chuckle
knowingly and remembered well the time she required to fully recover after
a night with Tariq.  I positioned myself over Ann's pussy so that I could
just graze her clit with the tip of my tongue.  From this position, I could
also look over at Carol on the chaise.  She was already fitting the bulbous
head of the dildo into her little opening--rhythmically dilating her slit
with little, twisting strokes.  My tongue matched Carol's rhythm and Ann
began moaning softly.  I kept it very gentle for a long while before her
squirming signaled me to apply a bit more pressure.  I began making longer,
firmer strokes...eventually building until I was lapping her all the way
from ass to clit.  Her juices were tart and fresh-tasting a definite
contrast to Carol's more musky perfume.  Both flavors had the same effect,
however, and I was now in the throes of erotic rapture.  Ann was well
lubricated now and I was able to grind myself over her slippery flesh with
force.  I looked at Carol who was watching us intently as she slowly fed
the black rubber snake into her pussy.  Ann's labia were larger than
Carol's and I delighted in sucking and stretching them with my mouth.  Her
clit too, now fully engorged, was much larger than my wife's.  It protruded
¾ of an inch out of its undersized hood.  I strummed it rhythmically with
my tongue and she began to squeal, "Oh God, Oh God!" When I began to slurp
the little knob in and out with my lips, she literally exploded.  I felt a
warm splash coat my chin as she began bucking wildly on my face.  Her hands
grasped my head and pulled it hard against her soaking pussy.  When I was
finally able to peer up at Carol, I saw her strumming herself rapidly as
the dildo--half submerged inside her--swayed free between her legs.  She
smiled at me and gave me the slightest nod and I knew that it was OK to do
what I was about to do next.  Still in spasm, Ann's pussy trembled as I
entered her.  I could still feel the walls of her vagina pulsing as I
buried myself deeply inside her.  She lifted her thighs allowing me to
fully penetrate her as we smiled warmly at each other.  Beginning to relate
to her as a lover (as opposed to my sister-in-law), I lowered myself on to
her.  Her face nuzzled in my neck as I began to slowly pump her.  "That was
incredible," she whispered.  "He does have a magic tongue," she giggled in
Carol's direction.  "He's got a nice cock too," she continued, "nice and
hard." Swelled with pride, I gave Ann a couple of hard, rapid bursts
causing her to yelp.  Carol was too busy to answer, however, as she was
herself poised on the edge of cumming.  I could hear the familiar gasps
that signaled her impending orgasm.  Looking over Ann's shoulder I watched
Carol press the dong forcefully into her pussy.  The angle was perfect and
I could clearly see the wide shaft distending her obscenely.  As she
cascaded into orgasm, I felt the cum rise in my balls.  The look on Carol's
face was sublime.  I pumped Ann frantically now and just as Carol opened
her eyes, I pulled out and began shooting my thick load on to Ann's heaving
belly.  By the third spurt, Ann's beautifully manicured hand had reached my
spasming cock.  She firmly milked out three or four more jets of cum before
her grip softened to a slow caressing massage.  Ann's belly was thickly
coated with my cum, it was an impressive display.  Ann dipped her fingers
in the puddled ooze as Carol came around the bed and kissed me deeply.  I

never felt more in love with my wife as I did at that moment.  While Ann
was busy cleaning the contents of my balls off her belly in the bathroom
next door, Carol and I made out like school kids.  I told her what an
unexpected surprise this had been and she just smiled like the cat that
swallowed the canary.  She revealed that she and Ann had set me up...they
had been chatting about this for at least a couple weeks.  Carol admitted
to being nervous, not knowing exactly how she would react to seeing me have
sex with another woman--let alone her sister.  "And?" I asked.  She smiled
a naughty smile, "it was amazing, it was such a turn on." She clamped her
mouth hard against mine and kissed me passionately pausing briefly to
whisper, "next I want to see you fuck her ass." We were still kissing when
Ann appeared from the bathroom and flopped down on the bed next to us.  A
bit of awkwardness returned momentarily, it was definitely a lot to wrap my
mind around.  But lying between two naked women, both of whom seemed
perfectly comfortable with the whole situation, helped me relax quite a
bit. Ann was very complimentary, especially about my oral skills.  She
spoke again about the way Ron had neglected her in that department, and I
was quick to point out that he was a fool for missing out all those years.
She also told Carol again how much she had liked my cock--"especially
compared to Ron's." The both giggled as Ann made a drooping gesture with
her finger that instantly communicated that he had a bit of a problem
keeping it up.  "Not a problem here," Carol proclaimed proudly as her hand
slid down to my cock, which was already nearly fully erect once more.  "So
I see," Ann replied in her best imitation of a detective discovering a
clue. By the time Ann's hand had made its way down for the hand off from
Carol, I was rigid.  I moaned a bit and told Ann how much I loved her
manicured fingernails.  She responded by squeezing me hard, digging them
into my flesh ever so slightly.  She stroked my slowly as we all continued
to chat.  I was amazed at how easily we had all become perfectly
comfortable with this, like we had been doing it for years.  Maybe it was
because they were sisters, or just that we had all known each other so
long, but it all seemed so natural--even familiar somehow.  The
conversation moved to Ann's little party of the previous weekend.  I got to
hear a few more details including the fact that my little sister-in-law
allowed 3 men to cum inside her without using a condom.  Carol chastised
her a bit, reminding Ann about the dangers involved.  It was then that I
found out about another whole level of involvement in this thing that Carol
had never told me about.  Ann let it slip that "two more of them were going
to come in and get tested this week." Confused, I asked what Ann meant. 
"Didn't you know?" Ann informed me, "my big sister insists on making sure
all my lovers are disease free." In the next few minutes, I got the whole
story.  It all started with Tariq, of course.  It seems when Carol had
agreed to start `seeing' Tariq again, she had insisted that he be tested
for HIV and venereal disease.  The practice, it seems, had now grown to
include testing Tariq's friends.  "She gives them a good going over," Ann
laughed, "That way, we can compare notes too." Carol was quick to point out
that she hadn't done anything sexual with any of them.  "Yet," Ann laughed
evilly, "but I know you've thought about it--especially Tony." Carol was
now blushing and clearly embarrassed, but I had to pursue this.  "Tony, and
who is Tony?" I played along, trying to disguise my mixed feelings about
these new revelations.  Ann was happy to fill me in, while Carol tried her
best to act cool about the whole thing.  Tony was some relation to Tariq, a
cousin she thought.  He shared the family gene for dick-size apparently,
though as Ann put it, "he's a little narrower...easier on the pussy." The
main attraction for Ann was his age.  He just turned 19 and she seemed to
like the fact that she was getting fucked by a boy exactly half her age. 
Carol chimed in that, for her, the thing that made Tony stand out was his
physique.  "He's like a beautiful statue," she added, the blush now totally
gone, "with a gorgeous cock." They both laughed.  Ann gushed, "it feels as
good as it looks too." And she seemed to indicate that at 19 he had stamina
that surpassed even his cousin's.  "You'll find out for yourself next
week," Ann blurted out.  With that, Carol shot me an uncomfortable glance.
"We'll talk about that later," she replied and quickly cut me off before I
could speak by pressing her tongue into my mouth.  My cock, despite the
revelations and mixed emotions I was experiencing, had remained hard in
Ann's hand.  As Carol forcefully kissed me, Ann's head slipped down onto my
belly and I felt her lips surround my knob.  She sucked the head like a
lollipop as her hand continued to stroke my shaft.  Her technique was less
refined than Carol's, but it felt very nice.  Carol climbed up over me and
mounted me in a 69 position.  She tasted wonderfully musky having cum
earlier on the big rubber dong.  I felt the transition of mouths on my cock
as Ann's quick and shallow movements were replaced by deep, languid plunges
into Carol's throat.  This lasted only a few minutes though, as I heard
Carol directing Ann, positioning her.  Climbing off, Carol stroked my rigid
cock and looked me right in the eyes.  "Wanna fuck my little sister's ass?"
she said, trying to sound nasty, but not quite pulling it off.  I laughed
and said, "sure baby," in my own fake nasty voice.  As for Ann, she was
already kneeling, ass up, on the end of the bed.  Carol drizzled some
astroglide on my knob as I pressed it gently against Ann's butt.  It slid
effortlessly inside her.  I adjusted my angle a bit in response to Ann's
whimper of discomfort.  As I got it directed just right, she moaned in
relief, and pressed steadily back against me--her ass swallowing my whole
length.  I held motionless as Ann impaled herself, over and over, with
long, smooth strokes.  Carol dripped a little more lube onto my shaft as
she smiled and gloated, "I told you, he's got the perfect cock for anal."
Ann was too engrossed in her carefully controlled motions to answer.  With
precision she moved forward and back the exact length of my cock, stopping
just short of popping off the head before riding it back down to its base
again.  I could feel her hand strumming her clit as she fucked me like a
machine.  After only a few minutes, however, her breathing became ragged
and her movements less and less precise.  At this point, I leaned over her
and took over the motion.  Her ass felt small and lean in my hands as I
pumped her at the same pace she had set.  Soon she made little squeals of
urgency and I quickened my pace, and just seconds later she was cumming on
my stiff rod.  Her breathless gasps were accompanied by a writhing
sensation deep in her bowel.  I pressed deep inside her and held myself
there while I rode out her orgasm.  As she fell limp under me, she laughed
quietly with pleasure and relief.  "Oh my God, that was good," she purred.
Proud that I was able to hold off inside that tight little butt during
orgasm, I was now ready for my own release.  I slowly pulled out just to
the point where the head of my cock met the tight interior ring of muscle
that was holding me inside.  The tension of her tight little hole felt like
heaven.  Carol had moved behind me, and was now busily caressing my balls
as she rubbed her big, soft tits against my back.  With deliberate little
strokes, I used the tight ring of Ann's ass to begin jacking off the end of
my cock.  I could feel Ann now bearing down hard on my cock, tightening the
grip even more, and I knew that I was very close to orgasm.  As my
breathing signaled my impending orgasm, Carol squeezed my tightening balls
and growled into my ear, "fill her ass with cum!" I finished with several
long, deep plunges that brought me over the edge as her muscles milked out
several hot jets of cream.  Collapsing on top of my sister-in-law, sweating
and still out of breath, I looked back at Carol and asked, "so, what's this
about next week?" I'm afraid I had fallen into a very carefully laid trap.
The two scheming sisters had plotted very well, for I was now in no
position to refuse Carol permission no matter what they had in mind.  After
washing up, I heard their whole plan while lying between their naked
bodies. It was almost surreal to be sandwiched between Carol and Ann, my
now-aching cock shrivelling in surrender after one of the most erotic
experiences of my life.  Another party, it seems, was being arranged for
the following weekend.  Ann's pussy had sufficiently recovered to once
again serve as the center of attention for Tariq and friends...and she had
convinced Carol to join her this time.  The only obstacle that remained,
however, had been gaining my approval.  It came out that Ann was the
bait...and lovely bait she was.  Fucking my lovely sister-in-law with the
full sanction and blessing of my wife was their way of buttering me up. 
And I must admit it worked like a charm.  My only condition was that I
wanted to be there--I wanted to watch.  "Are you sure, Honey?" Carol asked,
"It sounds like it gets pretty intense." I was very sure.  In fact, the
very thought began to make my sore dick rise yet again.  Ann made a remark
about my growing erection and used the opportunity to knock her ex once
again, "Wow, Ron couldn't get it hard three times in a week." More than my
pride was swelling as I was again standing fully erect once more.  "Well?"
Carol asked again, "is it a `yes' then?  I want to you to be sure." How
could I say no?!  As the two sisters were now both lovingly petting my
aching cock, I gave Carol my complete blessing.  She kissed me deeply as
she lowered herself onto my cock.  As she slowly rode me, the two chatted
nonchalantly as if they were talking over a cup of coffee.  For what seemed
like an hour, Carol slowly fucked me.  I was raw, and the feeling was an
exquisite mix of pleasure and mild pain.  Carol gushed about how anxious
she was to fuck Tony.  They giggled like school girls as Ann described what
it was like to have a 19 year-old man--a boy really--make love to you.  At
times, it was almost like I wasn't even in the room as the two went on and
on about how anxious they were and how much erotic fun was in store for
them.  Carol's whole body shuddered as she repeated how impressed she had
been with Tony's body during his physical exam.  "Like a Greek god," she
moaned, as her pace picked up considerably.  "A Greek god with an
incredible black cock," Ann added.  Carol now ground her pussy onto me
furiously.  Grabbing her ass, I met her forceful strokes with my own deep
stabs.  Ann surprised me by leaning in to kiss me...her tongue pressing
obscenely into my mouth.  In an instant, Carol was cumming on my cock, and
I immediately joined her.  My balls were nearly empty as I dribbled my
anemic third load of the evening.  I felt suddenly weak, drained and almost
hollow, as Carol collapsed onto me.  Any initial feelings of discomfort
regarding Ann were now totally gone.  I had always liked my sister-in-law,
but had never imagined knowing her so intimately.  She was now nuzzled into
my neck though as we all lazed together in a post-coital fog--and it all
felt so amazingly natural.  We all lay there for along time before we
uncoupled our bodies enough to eventually drift off to sleep together.  I
slept as soundly as I could ever remember.  By the time I awoke at 9:00,
both the sisters were gone.  I stumbled to the kitchen to find Carol alone;
she was making a cup of tea.  Ann had left for home already and the house
now seemed incredibly empty.  "Hey stud muffin," Carol teased as I entered
the room.  Ignoring the comment, I wrapped my arms around her back and
pulled her against me.  My naked dick, raw and sore felt soothed by the
soft, silky fabric of her robe.  We kissed deeply.  She was in an
incredibly perky mood.  Carol is no morning person and this was as lively
as I had ever seen her before noon on a weekend.  She offered to make me
breakfast.  Having completely skipped dinner last night, I was famished.  I
had the most pleasant morning I could recall, eating, resting and reading
the paper in bed while Carol catered to my every need.  For next several
days, in fact, Carol went to great lengths to make my life very pleasant in
every way--except one.  I had never seen my wife of 20-plus years so
energized as she was in the week leading up to her first gangbang.  She
cooked, she cleaned, she finished all those little projects that had been
put off for weeks.  Normally, Carol was tired after a day at work.  Not
this week.  She spent a lot of time on the computer late at night--a
rarity. She and Ann also chatted by IM or on the phone (usually both)
several times each evening.  Ann had been given the task of finding out if
Tariq, Tony and the others would be "cool" with having me in attendance
Friday night.  Not until Wednesday had we gotten the word that it was OK.
Not just OK, either.  According to the IM that Carol had me come in and
read, "The boys are gonna give him the show of his life." Before I had even
finished reading the sentence, my cock had sprung to full erection.  Carol
was enjoying the whole week-long build up in anticipation as much as I was.
Smiling at me in my sudden state of arousal, she IMed back to Ann, "He
seems to be looking forward to it too." I began to grope Carol as she typed
the message, but got my hand slapped for the effort.  "Uhh, Uhh Uhhh...,"
she scolded me, "none of that now, I'm resting up." I kept up my attempts,
but was rebuffed repeatedly before finally giving up.  I remember falling
to sleep--or at least trying to--with an erection almost every night that
week.  I was in a hyperaroused state and my dick seemed to spring to life
at the slightest provocation.  It didn't help that Carol spent hours each
evening preening in front of me.  She lotioned herself from head to toe on
the edge of the bed every night, fully aware that she was driving me crazy.
I even was `made' to assist her in shaving one night...getting that hard to
reach area around her sweet little pucker.  I knew she was as aroused as I
was by this, she was literally oozing as I cleaned the shaving cream from
her bottom.  When I tried to dive in between her thighs to taste my
masterpiece, however, she squirmed quickly away denying me once again.  By
Thursday night, I was practically beside myself with horniness.  I had to
work the next day, and had gone to bed around 11.  Carol, having taken that
Friday off to "rest up", I assumed would be staying up late again chatting
with Ann.  To my surprise though, she entered the bedroom about 10 minutes
after I did.  I watched what had, by now, become her nightly bedtime
ritual. She washed her face and combed her long hair for several minutes.
She painstakingly massaged tiny dabs of cream into her face.  I chided her
for how obsessed she had become with her appearance.  "I've never had to
look good for a 19 year old lover before," she shot back.  "well....since
we were 19!" she chuckled, "I don't wanna look too wrinkled for him." She
then sat on the edge of the bed and began the long process of lotioning
herself.  She let me do her back and shoulders and finished by giving me a
very lewd show as she lathered her tits, and inner thighs with the lotion.
I was rock hard and I swayed my stiff penis back and forth by its
base--trying in vain to entice her.  "So, how many times have you had to
jack-off this week?" she giggled.  When I told her that I hadn't cum once
all week, she replied in disbelief.  "No way!...my poor little stud-muffin
must be in pain." She pretended to ignore me as she put on her glasses and
picked up her book and began to read.  The skin on my penis was stretched
so tight that it felt about to burst.  Carol glanced over at it-- it stood
absolutely erect.  "You really ought to relieve some of that pressure,
dear," she said in her clinical doctor voice.  Turning over on my side and
stabbing her slippery, just-lotioned thigh, she smiled evilly.  She ignored
me.  I ran the swollen head, sticky with pre-cum, up and down her leg. 
"And I suppose you think I am going to help you?" she chuckled.  I was
reduced to the level of begging now, and I pleaded for her help me.  She
sighed in mock disgust and gave me a tiny peck on the cheek and said,
"well, OK, I suppose there is no harm in sucking my little stud muffin's
poor deprived cock." As she slid down to kneel between my legs, she
laughed, "I knew I would have you begging eventually." She gave my
throbbing cock a long lick, cleaning the ooze that covered my shaft and
swollen head.  Never did a simple touch deliver as much relief as her
tongue did at that moment.  I ached for release.  "So you want me to help,
huh?" she teased, peering over her glasses which she hadn't even bothered
to take off.  "Hmmmmmm...," she said in a phony voice, "how could I be of
help...I wonder?" Just the breath from her lips so close to my cock made me
shudder.  Gripping my shaft, she gave me a hard penetrating look and said,
"Just think, 24 hours from now this will be a big black cock in my hand."
With that, her head plunged suddenly down and engulfed my entire cock in
one motion and her lips wrapped tightly around its very base.  The extreme
suddenness of sensation startled me to such a degree that my cock began
instantly spasming.  I felt each distinct jet let loose as my cum shot
directly down her throat.  The whole while Carol's head stayed rock steady,
lips clamped firmly around my base, staring into my eyes.  The rhythmic
contractions of her throat muscles, swallowing my week's worth of semen,
were the only movements I could detect.  She didn't even flinch once as my
balls emptied themselves into her stomach.  She held me like that until the
spasms passed and the last of my cum had oozed out.  Then with a slow,
excruciating suction, her lips slipped up my shaft until they were wrapped
tightly around the base of my head.  She gave my head a murderous,
pulsating sucking until pain had completely replaced pleasure.  Grapping
her head I begged her to let loose, which she did only after a few last
hard pulses of painful suction.  My knob finally popped free of her lips,
and she laughed, "make up your mind, first you beg me to suck you then you
beg me stop." The whole thing had lasted less than 2 minutes start to
finish.  "Well, that didn't take long," she said in the understatement of
the year, as she went back to reading her book.  I cannot remember having
cum so quickly ever, and though I had experienced an orgasm--and shot a
very large load--I still felt completely unsatisfied.  My erection had
barely diminished and I wanted desperately to continue our sex.  I made a
move to climb on top of Carol, but was rebuffed immediately.  "No!" she
said in no uncertain terms, as she clamped her thighs tightly together, "my
pussy is reserved for Tariq and Tony tomorrow night." The tone in her voice
and the look on her face left no doubt about how serious she was.  So,
although Carol had acceded to my wish for relief and agreed to suck me off,
she actually had added to my torment.  The act was so mechanical, so
efficient and so effective that it really was more of a cum extraction than
it was a sexual act.  I fell asleep once again with an erection.  Carol was
up again before me on Friday morning.  The steely calm she had displayed
the night before, however, had completely disappeared.  She seemed nervous
and full of doubt as we chatted while I got ready for work.  For the first
time all week, Carol seemed to be showing the effects of the stress caused
by her anticipation.  She admitted that she had hardly slept at all and was
feeling very tired.  Despite all the attention to detail in her grooming,
her face did look tired...and stressed.  And this, I thought, had her
worried.  I now had the strange role of trying to build up the confidence
of a woman who had all week made a point of teasingly undermining mine.  I
felt that I knew her so well, though.  I had actually been waiting for this
moment to happen all week--because although she had made incredible gains
in realizing her own sexuality the past two years, there still existed, at
her core, a certain sense of insecurity.  I told her how beautiful she was
and reassured her that any man would jump at the chance to make love to
her. Then Carol took me by surprise.  She turned and began laughing quite
uncontrollably.  "Is that what you think I'm worried about?" she asked
between bouts of laughter.  I just stammered, "well...er...I just thought
that..." She cut me off.  "Believe me, that won't be a problem," she
continued, making a motion with her arm that was a rough approximation of a
cock rising to erection, "what worries me is being able to keep up withTWO
of them." "I mean, Tariq alone almost kills me...I can't imagine what two
cocks that size will do to me." She went on, "and I've been so horny that I
have hardly slept a wink." "Every time I close my eyes I imagine their
hands all over me and my mind just races." Eyes closed, she rubbed her
hands up and down her own torso, stopping just above her crotch.  "I mean,
just look at me...," she turned and spread her thighs toward me.  Her
panties absolutely clung to her pussy.  They were soaked from waistband to
waistband front and back.  "I just want to have enough energy left tonight
to keep up," she explained, "but I'm so horny I can't sleep." "I finally
had to masturbate at 4:00 am last night just to try and get a couple hours
of sleep," she admitted.  I lamented to her that I would have been happy to
help her out last night or any of the nights of the past week.  "Golden
tongue, at your service," I winked.  She smiled and gave me a big hug
before I had to get going, "I'm gonna need that soothing tongue a lot to
nurse my pussy back to health after tonight," she cooed as I headed out the
door.  "Well, try and get some rest," I told her as I closed the door. 
Thus started one of the longest workdays of my life.  I had set up my
workweek very carefully so I could assure myself an early departure from
the office on Friday afternoon.  Even so, the wait until 3:30 seemed
endless.  I talked to Carol around 2:00, she'd succeeded in getting in a
nap and felt much better.  Ann was expected by around 4:00 and we'd be on
schedule to leave for an early dinner back downtown before getting to the
hotel around 8:00 or so.  The party was to begin, in earnest, by 9:00 and
go on until the last person had had their fill.  Five men in all (not
including me) were invited and had confirmed their intention to be there.
Carol was familiar with all but one--having done physical exams and STD
tests on them.  Carol was non-commital about whether she intended to have
sex with all of these men.  She would only say that Tariq and Tony were
"for sure's" and that the others were "we'll see's".  Ann, on the other
hand, was ready to take on all comers--except perhaps Tariq.  "He is just
too damn big," as she put it, and he was too painful "until maybe later in
the night when she was already good and stretched." I was able to leave the
office pretty much on time mostly by just shoving a lot of work on my desk
over into the `next week' pile.  I stopped at Best Buy to purchase an extra
memory stick for our digital camera, figuring that we might want to take
some pictures of the night's festivities with our digital camera.  Even
with the early Friday rush hour, I was able to make good time and I
actually pulled into our driveway a few minutes ahead of schedule.  Ann's
car was there already and I found her with Carol in the bathroom.  They
were already busily primping and preening themselves in the mirror,
chatting and giggling like two teenagers getting ready for the prom.  Ann
had on a sexy little leather skirt that showed off her little ass and
shapely legs to great effect.  Carol was wearing only a bra and
panties...both new and both red lace.  Our bed was covered with several
outfits, which I took to mean that Carol, as usual, was having trouble
making up her mind what to wear.  I kissed them both on the cheek and
chided Carol that whatever outfit she chose, she wouldn't likely be wearing
it too long anyway.  I also reminded her about the time of our dinner
reservation, to which Ann answered, "don't worry, I'll make sure she's
ready on time." I went into the guest bath and grabbed a shower, and by the
time I was out and dressed, the girls were ready and raring to go.  We
drove back into the city, retracing in reverse the exact route I had just
covered an hour earlier.  We enjoyed a nice meal at Carol's favorite
restaurant, but the service was not good and we had to rush to get to the
hotel on time.  The rush was for nothing as it turned out, because when we
got to the room (15 minutes late), nobody had yet showed.  In fact, for the
next hour we waited and waited.  Carol was impatient, to say the least. 
The calm that had seemed apparent earlier, was now shattered.  She paced
the floor and peered out into the hallway several times.  I fiddled with
our camera, taking a few test shots to make sure it was working.  We had
hardly even gotten it out of the box since we bought it last Christmas. 
Ann had already broken out the liquor and was happily watching a soft-core
porno on the pay per view.  Ann tried to settle Carol down, but to no
avail, she was beyond settling down now.  When around 9:00 there was a
knock on the door, Carol did an abrupt 180.  "Oh my God...oh my God...oh my
God," she stammered, "I don't know if I can do this." Ann broke out into
laughter as she walked over to open the door--in walked three, well-dressed
black men.  Carol had rushed into the bathroom and closed the door.  So
while Ann led them into the room, I walked over to shake hands.  Ann
introduced me--Kevin, James and Daryl (or Darnel?).  They had brought their
own cooler, but I offered them a drink anyway as we all took a seat on the
edge of the beds, a bit awkwardly.  Carol now came out of the bathroom and
walked over to me.  As she rounded the edge of the first bed, Kevin smiled
and said, "hi Doc," his hand conspicuously grasping her ass as she passed
him.  Carol tersely said, "Where are Tariq and Tony--are they coming?" The
men looked at each other and laughed as if there was some kind of inside
joke, "they'll be here Doc, don't worry," Kevin said with a wink.  Ann, for
her part, was wasting no time.  She had sidled up next to Daryl and the two
were already exchanging tongue kisses and caresses.  We chatted awkwardly
with the others momentarily, mostly regarding their having come
late...blah...blah...blah.  Carol just gotten about her third apology from
him before Ann pulled Kevin into the fray.  "Did you just come here to
talk...," Ann chided them, "or are we gonna have some fun?" The ice now
broken, there was a sudden flurry of disrobing now as the men circled Ann,
who seemed the more encouraging target for their attentions.  James passed
around a foil pack he had taken from his pocket before removing his pants.
When it eventually was handed to me, I saw that it was viagra.  Carol
laughed as I looked at her, "I didn't prescribe it," she chuckled, "and it
sure doesn't look like they need it," nodding to the naked men now
surrounding her sister, each stroking their growing cocks.  It was a light
little moment and it had brightened Carol's mood.  I popped out one of the
blue pills and washed it down with a swig of my scotch.  We had tried
viagra, of course.  Carol had access to unlimited samples.  It was a
two-edged sword, we had found.  It gave me an almost permanent hard on, but
at the cost of producing a terrible headache at the same time.  By the time
I had downed the pill, Ann was already flat on her back and busily taking
on all three of the men.  Kevin had his face buried in her crotch, Daryl
was kneeing beside her getting his balls cleaned while his fat dick wavered
over Ann's face and James stood next to the bed as Ann's lovely manicured
hand stroked his half-erect cock.  To my surprise, none of these men were
what I would consider `hugely hung'--in fact, James (now fully erect in
Ann's fist) was certainly no larger than I am.  Daryl had a short, fat
cock--vaguely reminiscent of a fire hydrant.  The head was wide and blunt
and the whole thing looked slightly twisted to one side.  Kevin, who had
now moved up between Ann's thighs and was preparing for entry, had--by
far--the largest cock--9+ inches and a good deal thicker than mine.  Still,
he was a large guy to start with and it just didn't seem disproportionately
large in comparison.  I'm not sure, but I guess I had conceived--despite
everything I had seen in movies and on the internet over the years--that
all of these guys were going to be freaks of nature like Tariq.  I
whispered my observations in Carol's ear, admitting to her I that I had
imagined that they all were gonna be hung like Tariq.  She laughed and
growled in a throaty voice, "No one is hung like Tariq!" She paused for a
moment before adding, "but Tony is pretty close." Carol had begun massaging
her groin through her skirt as she watched Ann writhing beneath the three
black men.  I managed to take a couple of pictures of Ann and her friends
as they began working her over in earnest.  It was just about then that
there was another knock on the door.  This time, Carol leapt to her feet to
answer it.  Opening the door just a crack--as the beds were in exact line
with the door--Carol made sure the hall was clear and it safe to let them
in.  They scooted inside the room quickly--Tariq, another tall black guy
(that I assumed was Tony) and a young woman.  The woman, an extremely thin,
light skinned black girl was instantly riveted by the action on the bed. 
Tony and Tariq seemed almost oblivious to it, however, as they greeted
Carol--each with a long, deep kiss.  I wasn't sure how I was gonna feel
about this moment, and was relived when Tariq came over and shook my hand
and gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder.  The girl (Shayla) introduced
herself as Tariq's girlfriend and I chuckled to myself as I thought about
how many other women might be able to say the same thing.  My attention,
however, quickly focused on Tony.  I was naturally curious about this `new'
man who my wife had become fixated on over the past few weeks.  He looked
quite young, but in no way immature or boyish.  He was extremely well
dressed and well-groomed--almost to a fault; his hair was short and very
neat, and he had an small diamond stud earring in his ear.  He was wearing
a tight, microfiber t-shirt that clearly showed his extremely well-muscled
chest and torso.  His abdomen, rippled and hard, was apparent though the
tight material of his shirt.  His pants, front-pleated, but tight in the
rear showed off his athletic lower body as well.  He had been, as I had
heard endlessly from Carol, recruited by several division one schools as a
running back before a devastating knee injury in his senior year of high
school ended his chances.  As I was checking out Tony, Shayla had seated
herself next to me--very closely, I might add.  Unaccustomed to this sort
of proximity to a 20-something girl, I could feel nature (and the viagra)
taking effect in my pants.  I hadn't been completely sure if I was going to
be a participant in or just an observer of the night's festivities.  In an
attempt to assure me, Ann, on the ride to the hotel, had seemed to indicate
that I would be at least fucking her at some point in the evening.  I felt
at the time that she was just being nice, but at that moment--whether if it
was with Ann or not--I now knew that I was going to get laid.  Tariq sat
down on the other side of Shayla and he explained to her that I was Carol's
husband.  "She's very pretty," Shayla said.  I thanked her for the
compliment on behalf of Carol and told her that I thought she was very
attractive too.  While Tariq talked asked about how the stone work in our
family room was holding up (I had almost forgotten the circumstances that
led to my first meeting him), Shayla's hand slipped down to my lap and
quickly lighted on the solid erection now tenting my pants.  I could see
her other hand was busily doing the same to Tariq.  My eyes turned to
Carol, who seemed totally engrossed with Tony before Shayla's voice brought
my attention quickly back to her, "It looks your wife and Tony are getting
to know one another." They certainly were.  Carol's hands moved up and down
his thickly muscled shoulders and arms as they flirted.  Just their
proximity, standing with their bodies making brief, intermittent contact,
communicated their growing comfort with each other.  When Carol leaned in
and tilted her head back, Tony moved instinctively in to kiss her.  Carol
was on her tiptoes to reach up to him.  He towered over her as they
embraced, his huge hands now roaming over her back before settling on her
shapely ass.  My attention was broken as Shayla slipped to her knees in
front of me and unzipped my pants.  Tariq began removing his pants, as
Shayla deftly pulled mine off-underwear and all.  My cock was rock hard and
it pointed straight up at the ceiling.  Taking it in hand, Shayla now
scooted over a bit in front of Tariq.  Through his tight boxer briefs, I
could see the massive outline of his cock.  He lifted his ass as Shalya
stripped off his briefs revealing the huge fleshy tube lying across his
thigh.  Even soft, it was longer than mine and easily twice its girth.  The
purplish head of Tariq's uncircumcised monster was peeking out of his
foreskin as Shayla hoisted his dick in her hand.  As she stripped back the
skin and revealed his plum-sized knob, I could almost hear the blood
rushing to fill his growing erection.  Shayla's fingers could barely
encircle his shaft as she slowly stroked him.  She now had us both firmly
in her grip as she leaned over and took me into her mouth.  Her lips were
full and supple and I had to take a deep breath and concentrate so as not
to cum right then and there.  Watching Carol being actively seduced in
front of me had pushed me close to the brink already, and I had to regain
my composure.  I was to gain control quickly and I was now reveling in the
sensation of Shayla's slow rhythmic blow job.  I could now turn my
attention back to Carol and Tony and be assured that I wouldn't blow my
load unexpectedly.  Tony had removed Carol's skirt and blouse, and now just
in her sexy bra and panties, Carol was returning the favor.  As she peeled
off his tight shirt, his hands lifted and massaged her big, milky white
breasts.  I heard her audibly gasp as she marveled at and caressed his
muscular upper body.  I could see her saying something to Tony, and
although she was less than 10 feet away, I couldn't make it out as Ann, now
getting fucked vigorously on the second bed was making a lot more noise. 
Tariq's attention seemed to be on this gangland action as well, and he now
gently pulled Shayla's head over toward his mammoth pole.  This was about
the time when I saw Carol sit down on the bed in front of Tony and remove
his pants.  The angle wasn't ideal, but I could clearly make out the
lustful grin that washed across her face as she saw his cock spilling out
of his pants.  By that time, I had assumed that she had long since
forgotten that I was even in the room.  Just then, however, she glanced
over at me and smiled as she held up her hands roughly indicating the size
of Tony's cock.  Her hands were spread easily a foot apart and Tony now
glanced over at me too with a look of pure pride.  He turned to reveal the
long, half-hard schlong jutting out in an arc from his groin.  Carol's hand
took hold of it and looked at it admiringly as if it were a work of art.  I
managed to squeeze off a quick pic of Carol's first encounter with this man
she had so obviously been fantasizing about for weeks.  In fact, Tony's
whole body was a work of art.  If one were to set out to design a male body
of perfect symmetry, you would come very close to this result.  As Carol
said, "he was beautiful." Carol wasted little time in taking him into her
mouth.  I now had a view of the two largest cocks I had ever laid eyes on
being sucked on by two lovely women--one of them, my wife.  Tony had
quickly succeeded in unhooking Carol's bra and I watched as her large,
pendulous breasts fell out of their lace cups.  Shayla had now completely
let loose of my cock and was using both of her hands to stoke Tariq's
bloated shaft as her stretched lips worked over and over the fat head of
his cock.  Tariq was completely non-plussed.  He sat back as calmly as if
he were sitting in a barber chair getting a trim.  Occasionally he'd reach
down and grasp the back of Shayla's head on-handed and guide her up and
down on his knob.  He commented almost casually about Carol's oral
technique and "how good she can take a brotha's big dick so deep." At this,
Tony turned and smiled at his cousin.  Leaning forward, Tariq reached out
his hand toward Tony, who momentarily stepped back to exchange a high five.
I remarked about obvious, something awkward like, `well you guys sure do
have big ones.' Tariq chuckled, "it runs in the family, dude." This cracked
Tony up again, and they both began to laugh.  Carol stopped sucking just
long enough to laughingly add her two cents, "amazing genetics," before
burying 2/3 of his cock back down her throat.  The three others had been
taking turns fucking Ann in perfect tag-team fashion.  It was Kevin now who
was pummeling her in the missionary position while the others stood on
either side playing with her tits and occupying Ann's hands with their
erections.  Ann had had at least two orgasms by my estimation based on her
screams ("OH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING" tends to signal that sort of thing). 
Kevin was now making some screams of his own though as he began shooting
his load into Ann's pussy.  I could almost feel the orgasm in my own balls
as he grunted on top of her over and over.  The whole room stopped
momentarily to watch this finale (of sorts).  Kevin pushed himself into her
deeply until he had squeezed out every drop.  When he quickly pulled out of
her, Ann yelped at the sudden withdrawal of the long black member.  Kevin's
cock, now dripping with cum swung away towards the other bed.  For the
first time since he had arrived, Carol's full attention to Tony was
interrupted.  She quickly rolled over toward Kevin's dripping wang and took
it in her mouth.  In two or three stokes, she had figured out the angle and
had him completely down her throat.  Even I was amazed at the ease with
which she swallowed his considerable length.  All the men `ooohed and
aaahhed' at her feat.  Kevin just gasped as she engulfed his cock and
locked her lips tightly around its base.  She held him there until he
groaned....then, as quickly as he had pulled out of Ann's pussy, Carol
completely disgorged him and rolled back to take Tony back into her mouth.
While the other men were still chattering about Carol's little display of
oral prowess, Tariq saw his opportunity to (literally) slip into Ann's now
vacant pussy.  He stood up stroking his mammoth dick as he approached the
bed.  Though I had seen it a few times now, I was still amazed by its mass.
Not even yet fully erect again, Tariq's cock was the size of a ring baloney
protruding from the wiry matted hair of his groin.  Shayla had disappeared
into the bathroom, so I took the opportunity to get a better view of the
impending fuck.  I joined the others at bedside, and managed to elbow my
way in so that my cock was now brushing my sister-in-law's cheek.  Ann
turned and gave me a quick impish smile before returning her gaze to Tariq
and that huge cock now wavering over her belly.  He deftly lifted her legs
and bent them back over her chest as his cock began gliding over her puffy
labia.  Adjusting his angle over her, the huge head of his cock now pressed
directly down toward her vaginal opening.  Already splayed, it formed to
his knob as he pulled back his foreskin and began pressing it downward.  I
had the perfect view as her lips spread to accept him.  As his monster sank
into her, the cum displaced by his massive girth oozed out the edges of her
tightly stretched pussy.  Ann's mouth fell open in a sustained groan as
Tariq pressed into her.  When he bottomed out inside her, about ¾ of the
way down his shaft, the groan changed suddenly to a wail.  The look on
Ann's face was unearthly.  Her half-open eyelids revealed only the whites
of her eyes as they rolled back in her head...in half pain, half pleasure.
Her wide open mouth was too tempting and I maneuvered my cock between her
lips.  Almost instinctively, she suckled it as she endured the stretching
she was receiving from Tariq.  Teasingly, he bounced his cock up and down
off her cervix.  With each impact she gasped and her whole body tightened.
Each time he withdrew his tree trunk of a cock a few inches, Ann's tightly
stretched labia clung to his massive shaft.  As her fleshy lips rolled back
it looked as if her pussy was being turned inside out with each stroke.  I
looked across to the other bed, my view partially obscured by James.  Tony
had his face buried between Carol's thighs and I could see her hands
playing with his closely cropped hair and ears as he licked her pussy. 
Tariq began making some longer strokes now and within a minute, Ann was
writhing and near orgasm.  Her lips now locked tighter onto my cock and I
could feel my own orgasm approaching.  In a flash, Ann began cumming on
Tariq's big black cock.  Her deep moans muffled by my cock in her mouth
triggered something and I had to fight to hold off from cumming instantly
myself.  Just then I looked up to see Tony bury his cock into my wife's
pussy.  She let out a bleat that sent a tingle through my whole body, until
it reached my balls like an electric shock.  I came immediately in gobs. 
Ann's eyes went wild as my cum filled her mouth to overflowing.  As soon as
I stepped back Darrel slid into my place and pressed his fat cock into
Ann's cummy mouth.  She looked like a woman possessed now as she sucked
Darrel hard and fast while Tariq continued to fuck her pussy push up style.
Thanks to the viagra, I was still fully erect as I returned to the couch
where Shayla was now stretched out with James half-straddling her face. 
She had removed all of her clothes except for her panties.  She was very
thin except for a bit of a stretch marked belly that told me instantly she
had had children...and fairly recently by the looks of it.  As I
approached, She kinda corralled me with her leg and pulled me toward her in
a playful leg lock.  The whole while, she maintained a perfect rhythm on
James's cock.  I sat down and began rubbing her thighs as I watched her
suck his black dick...and I mean black.  Though unremarkable in size,
noticeably smaller than me in fact, James's pecker was jet black.  The most
darkly pigmented of the group in general, his cock was several shades
darker still, and looked like a whip of black licorice in Shalya's mouth.
Shayla's tits were very small, but boasted large darkly pigmented,
saucer-sized areolas and big meaty nipples.  I began to gently play with
them.  Almost immediately her hand covered mine and began directing my
touch.  She made it clear that gentle wasn't her thing.  She pressed my
hand firmly into her breast flesh and ground my fingers hard across her
stiffened nipples.  Soon my mouth had replaced my fingers as I sucked and
gnawed on the dark flesh.  About this time I began to hear a growing
knock...knock...knock sound that grew steadily faster and louder.  Turning
my head I saw that the sound was coming from the bed with Tony and Carol.
The athletic Tony was fucking her from behind now.  His muscular ass rose
and fell in a smooth machine-like motion driving that magnificent piston
into my little wife's upturned gash.  The sheer force of his thrusts
traveling through her body were causing the headboard to rattle off the
wall behind it.  I watched as Kevin moved around them and stuffed a pillow
behind the headboard to stifle the sound.  With the rattle now silenced,
Tony increased the force of his thrusts.  As I sucked on Shayla's nipples,
I watched Tony begin to truly pummel Carol's pussy.  Within seconds I heard
the familiar sounds of my wife's orgasm.  From the length and intensity of
her shrieks, it was a good one.  She gasped and whimpered for a long time
as he continued to fuck her brutally.  I moved down on the couch and pulled
Shayla's panties off.  A thick patch of black hair sat atop her carefully
trimmed labia.  The sweet, pungent smell of her pussy filled my nostrils as
I positioned her legs to get a better look.  For a small woman, she had an
incredibly long gash.  The sight of it made my lips tingle.  Darkly
pigmented like her areolas, her labia were large and furrowed like the
petals of a flower.  And like a flower, she was sweetly fragrant.  Already
slippery with her secretions, I massaged the meaty flesh with my thumbs,
opening her large slit to reveal the shiny pink interior of her vagina. 
This elicited a moan from her cock-filled mouth and her hand wrapped around
my neck pulling my face down to her pussy.  I hardly needed the
encouragement, as my mouth was already watering to sample this exotic
pussy. I wasted no time and pressed my tongue deep inside her folds.  It
slid effortlessly into her dripping interior.  Her taste was an alluring
mix of musk and syrupy sweetness, like none other I'd ever tasted...and
almost hypnotic.  I lapped and swirled my tongue in her spacious hole,
coating my whole face with her now-flowing nectar.  I loved the way she
swayed her hips and pressed her pubic bone into my nostrils with such
nimble dexterity.  Her clit strummed across my face as she vibrated her
crotch in amazingly precise little motions.  By the time I had finished
tonguing her depths and worked my way up to her firm, meaty clit, she was
already near orgasm.  Her gyrating hips made it hard to establish my own
rhythm, so I went with hers.  I pressed my flattened tongue against her
clit and basically just held on for dear life as she rasped herself off on
it.  When she began cumming, the pause in her frantic motion allowed me to
latch on to her pulsing clit.  Sucking it in and out of my lips, I felt her
hands begin to grip the back of my head.  She rode my face for what seemed
like several minutes before her grip loosened and I was able to look up. 
James was gone, but the tell-tale strands of his cum covered her chin.  As
she pulled me up signaling for me to climb on top of her, I was suddenly
aware that everyone was watching us.  As I slid up her lithe torso, I saw
that James had unloaded all over her neck and tits.  An impressive amount
of cum spatter covered much of her upper body in thick globs.  Momentarily
taken aback, I hesitated as she pulled me down on top of her.  Carol shot
me a big smile and I quickly overcame my initial hesitation.  James's spunk
lubed her breasts as my body slid up the last few inches until my lips met
Shayla's.  We kissed hard as her slippery body writhed under me, her crotch
moving downward to find my cock.  Though I was on top, she was clearly the
aggressor.  She was so nimble and flexible that she was soon able to
wriggle herself precisely in the right position to capture my knob with a
few little movements of her hips.  She smiled with pride at her ability and
very casually ordered, "now, fuck me." Who was I to argue!  I pressed
myself deep inside her and she arched her back and purred.  She was soaking
wet and hot on my cock, but I was amazed at how little friction accompanied
my thrust.  Glancing over at Carol and Tony, now lazing on the bed watching
us, my eyes unconsciously fixed on the enormous penis lying across his
thigh.  Even in it's semi-flaccid state, it was enormous.  My eyes shifted
to seek out Tariq.  He was finished with Ann (for the time being) and was
having a beer.  The bulbous head of his cock hung 2/3 of the way to his
knee.  It was no wonder that Shayla's pussy was loose, just look what it
was used to.  I had a momentary feeling of total inadequacy.  But then
Shayla, bless her heart, told me how good I felt inside her and the feeling
quickly passed.  I suddenly realized that here I was at age 41 with my dick
buried in a 25 year old...how could I be anything other ecstatic?! 
Besides, there were advantages to having a normal sized dick in a big
pussy. I could fuck Shayla as hard and as long as I cared to without
constantly fighting off orgasm.  Having cum once already and with the
viagra keeping me as stiff as a wooden plank, I felt invincible.  We fucked
in several positions over the next 15 or 20 minutes.  I liked being the
center of attention too.  Carol had slipped down onto Tony's belly to suck
his magnificent member while they watched Shayla and I fuck.  Ann, too,
taking a break with a cold washcloth pressed between her legs, was watching
the action.  Shayla was an incredibly talented partner.  So young and wiry,
she was able to bend her lithe body into a variety of positions, and even
more amazing was her ability to manipulate her pelvis in so many unique
ways.  She could twist and bounce and grind her pussy like a gymnast, and
with so much stamina that she took my breath away.  Eventually, Tariq moved
over in front of her as she was riding on my lap.  I was momentarily
annoyed, as my view of Carol--who had just climbed on top of Tony--was now
obscured.  I was loving the view of my wife's full, round ass slowly
bobbing on his enormous rod.  Tariq lifted his massive half-hard cock as
Shayla leaned forward to take it into her mouth.  Unable to hold its
weight, it dropped from her lips and slapped heavily on his thigh.  He
hoisted it again, this time supporting it while she worked the incredible
knob between her lips.  Gradually, the huge pole stiffened as it swelled to
its full length.  Stepping back, now stroking his cock, he made a nodding
gesture to Shayla.  She lifted her pussy off of my cock, and before I could
even react, she tilted her hips and immediately began sitting back down.  I
felt her hand on the underside of my shaft as she directed the slippery
knob back and upward against her asshole.  Catching on now, I grasped her
tiny ass cheeks firmly and lifted my hips to meet her descent.  The ring of
her asshole, slightly distended, latched perfectly on to my knob and I
watched it sink effortlessly inside her.  In one smooth motion, she rode it
straight down to my pubic bone.  I heard Tariq say something to the effect
that `she likes that cock in her ass.' Shaya made an unearthly growl
followed by 3 or 4 rapid bounced up and down the full length of my cock. 
The suddenness of her movements, coupled with the relative tightness of her
ass, almost brought me over the edge.  In fact, had she made any more
thrusts, I am certain that I would have cum then and there.  She didn't
though.  She seemed to sense that she was bringing me dangerously close to
cumming and she stopped her movements and slowly settled down onto my lap,
my cock burying to the hilt.  Then she slowly laid back against me, with
her full weight resting on my chest.  The angle was odd and I felt like my
cock was being bent in half.  Shayla was light as a feather though, and I
was able to adjust her ass easily to relive the discomfort.  In this
position, I was almost immobile.  Little movements of my hips allowed me to
move my cock an inch or so in and out of her, but that was all.  Shalya
turned her head and craned her neck to kiss me.  We ground our lips
together passionately.  I could feel her tense and relax the muscles of her
ass as she whispered, "you feel so good in my ass, baby." All I could do is
moan as her muscular massage intensified.  Then, with amazing abruptness,
Tariq stepped forward and entered her pussy.  Shayla's low moans rose
steadily to a series of high-pitched screams as her ass tightened suddenly
around my shaft like a vise.  I almost screamed too as I felt the
incredible mass of his cock bury half-way inside her.  Separated only by
the thin membrane between ass and vagina, our cocks were in close contact.
I had, for the first time, at least an inkling of what it was like for
Carol, for Ann, and now for Shayla to take on a cock of that size.  It felt
like a freight train going into her pussy with every inward stroke, and
each time he pulled out it would almost take her breath away.  He started
slowly, but within a minute was pounding her at full depth.  His enormous
balls slapped against Shayla (and me) with surprising weight.  Before long,
Shayla was going over the brink and the most amazing orgasmic wave I've
ever witnessed wracked her body.  Her limbs seemed to go completely limp
and her whole body just trembled uncontrollably.  I could feel the jerking
spasms of her pussy and ass as the muscles seized in orgasm.  So engrossed
in witnessing her amazing physical response, I was almost unaware at first
of the gripping waves that were powerfully milking my shaft buried deep in
her ass.  I was literally pinned to the couch, unable to move with the
combined weight of Shayla's trembling body and Tariq's force pressing her
down onto me.  I was absolutely helpless to respond in any way.  With
Shayla's ass locked onto me in spasm and the incredible feeling of Tariq's
huge member still rolling around inside her, I began shooting my load
uncontrollably up into her ass.  The warm cum poured out of my immobilized
prick and surrounded my knob buried deep inside her tight hole.  Tariq
never broke rhythm and his cock continued to hammer into her the whole
while.  I now became aware of the wet, greasy sensation of my own cum
moving downward, coating my shaft and oozing out onto my balls as the sheer
mass of Tariq's cock inside her pussy caused the fluids in her ass to
squeeze out.  A moment later, Tariq began to grunt loudly-- signaling that
he too was cumming--first inside her, but then in thick jets across
Shayla's belly.  As he pulled out and jacked off over her, I could actually
hear the wet blobs as they splattered all over her torso.  The withdrawal
of his enormous penis had freed Shayla's body to writhe and buck and I felt
her ass muscle begin to release my spent cock from its vise-like grip. 
Slipping out, I could now sense a gush of fluids running out of her as they
flowed over my balls and down onto my thighs.  Rolling off of me to take
the head of Tariq's swaying trunk into her mouth, Shayla's torso came into
my view.  From her little tits down to her wiry bush, she was covered in
thick oozing splotches of jism.  Looking down, I realized that I was
equally coated.  My half-erect cock was teetering over my cum-coated balls.
My pubic hair was matted with a puddled mixture of curdled cum and vaginal
secretions.  I remembered the first time I'd watched Tariq fuck Carol and
how she had gushed an almost unbelieveable quantity of fluid when he pulled
his enormous tool out of her stretched hole--like a dam had burst.  Seeing
how my thighs were now wetly covered, I figured Shayla must have had a
similar response to Tariq's withdrawal.  Shayla moved off of me just in
time for me to see Kevin begin rubbing the head of his 9-incher up and down
my wife's ass crack.  Carol was already perched atop Tony, and I could see
her slowly settling onto his thick staff as his large hands guided her ass
down onto him.  I was vaguely aware of Shayla laying her head down on my
sticky lap as I watched Kevin zeroing in on Carol's tight sphincter.  A
pang of jealousy shot through me--as mine was the only cock that had ever
entered her sacred asshole.  The warm sensation of Shayla's mouth
enveloping my cock quickly comforted me, however, and I played with her
hair as I settled back to watch the drama in front of me unfold.  Tony held
completely still, about ¾ deep in Carol's pussy, as Kevin began pressing
himself downward against her.  Her labia had that impossibly stretched look
that I found particularly erotic.  Though not as thick as Tariq at his
widest circumference, Tony was still incredibly thick.  And while Tariq's
cock had an enormous head and massive girth at its mid-point, Tony's was
much more symmetrical and got steadily thicker as you approached its base.
As Kevin pushed down, Carol sank even deeper onto Tony's rod.  Although
Kevin's balls obscured the actual penetration, the sudden shudder that ran
through Carol's body left little doubt that he had successfully entered her
tight butt.  A languid moan of pure pleasure rang out as Kevin slowly
buried himself deep into Carol's ass.  Shayla, who had also been watching
the action from her reclined position--her head on my belly--briefly paused
from sucking me.  "Looks like your pretty wife enjoys having two big cocks
inside her," she quipped while gently playing with my aching balls... 
"oooo...looks like you're enjoying it too." My cock had quite suddenly
sprung to full staff as I was watching Carol being sandwiched between the
two huge black men.  My erection now stood proudly alongside Shayla's head
and she had to lift her shoulders and turn her face to recapture its
engorged head between her lips.  `I really am enjoying it,' I thought to
myself--there was no denying it!  For the next several minutes I watched
with rapt attention as Tony and Kevin fucked my bride with perfect
teamwork. Taking turns holding still while the other pumped, they
alternately stroked deeply into her ass and pussy.  At one point, while
totally submerged on Tony's upright tree trunk of a cock, Kevin leaned hard
into her soft ass cheeks burying his prick completely into her distended
anus.  The unearthly scream that escaped Carol's throat told me (and anyone
else in the hotel that was listening) that she was cumming.  Tony stifled
the noise a bit by kissing her mouth hard, but it only served to muffle the
sound briefly.  Meanwhile, James had moved up behind Shayla and was
positioning her in order to mount her from the rear.  She smiled up at me
before releasing her grip on my cock as she got on all fours to give James
a clear shot at her upturned ass.  I kissed Shayla on the forehead as I
took the opportunity to get up from the couch and circle the bed and sit
down next to Ann.  I had to get a few pictures of the action and it was so
exciting to see my sexy wife caught in stop motion as I snapped a series of
shots.  Ann too had been watching Carol get double penetrated by Tony and
Kevin.  Darrel was lying next to her stroking his limp dick trying in vain
to coax it to erection again.  When I sat down, he seemed to give up on his
efforts and he moved into a chair in the corner.  From this vantage point,
I could now get a good look at Carol's tortured face.  Reddened and
streaked with mascara, it was a study in that erotic mixture of pain and
pleasure.  She had come down from her first orgasm, but was rapidly headed
toward another.  Ann made the same observation about my excitement as
Shayla had made earlier, as she reached over to stroke my rock hard dick.
Her manicured nails dug into the tender flesh of my shaft as she squeezed
me hard for effect.  "How about putting that nice hard cock to good use?"
she giggled as she swung her leg around to give me open access to her
pussy. I turned her slightly on the bed so I could climb onto her
missionary style and still have a good view of Carol and the boys on the
other bed.  As I moved between Ann's thighs, I was momentarily stunned by
the sight of her abused pussy.  Swollen and beet-red, it oozed with the
curdy spillage of several hard fucks.  Her large labia were splayed and her
vaginal opening was spread open giving me a clear view several inches
inside her wide slit.  Oddly, the sight of her destroyed snatch only
heightened my desire to immediately penetrate her, which I did in one soggy
thrust.  She was incredibly loose and my inward motion elicited a wet belch
from her gaping hole.  She shuddered a bit and whispered in an almost
embarrassed tone, "take it easy, it feels like I've had a mile of cock in
there tonight." "I'm sure you have...12 inches at a time," I shot back with
a smile as my eyes gestured around the room at the gallery of big black
cocks all in various states of erection.  We both laughed before I leaned
down to gently kiss her lipstick-smeared mouth.  "It looks like big Sis' is
going for two miles," she said with a smile before I lowered my weight down
onto her and began slowly pumping her stretched and aching slit.  I gave my
dear sister-in-law a nice slow ride, smoothly fucking her with long, gentle
strokes.  Her hands gripped my ass as she guided me in and out of her
sopping pussy as I continued to watch my wife get ravaged on the other bed.
Within minutes, Carol was cumming again.  I had a great view of her face
this time as the ecstasy washed over it in waves.  Her screams sent shivers
down my spine and spurred me to increase the force of my own fucking.  My
breathing picked up sharply as my body lifted and dropped onto Ann with wet
slapping sounds.  Obviously in some discomfort, Ann tried using her hands
to slow down my enthusiastic stabs.  When she began muttering, "ow, ow! 
OW!" I relented and backed off on my pace.  Then, like an angel, she lifted
my head and kissed me sweetly saying only, "I've been saving my ass for
you." In a quick maneuver, I pulled out of her sopping slit and deftly
directed my knob lower as she adjusted the angle of her hips.  With about
three little jabbing pokes, I felt the head of my cock enter her ass with a
satisfying `pop.' A long throaty "mmmmmmm" escaped her lips as I sunk
slowly inside of her bowel.  The tight, searing confines of her ass felt
wonderful and I knew I wouldn't last long.  We kissed hard as I fucked her
butt.  Within a few minutes, about the same time Kevin was painting Carol's
ass with a liquidy spray of nearly clear jism, I came deep inside Ann's
ass. My throaty grunts had momentarily caught Carol's attention.  She
looked over at me with a wicked little smile as I finished milking the
remains of my cum into Ann's tight asshole.  Now freed from Kevin's weight
riding over her back, Carol sat upright on Tony's staff.  Resting her hands
on his massive pecs she began riding him like a possessed cowgirl.  Her
eyes remained locked on mine as she humped his enormous dick.  She steadily
increased the pace of her bounces as she gritted her teeth in
determination. At some point, dissatisfied with the length of the stroke
she could muster from her knees, Carol got her feet underneath her and
began to squat thrust on top of Tony.  In this position, she could move her
ass in long strokes that traversed his entire length from head to base.  He
mashed her pendulous tits in his big hands as she milked his huge cock in
perfect rhythm.  I could be mistaken, but I thought I saw her give me a
little wink (as if to say, "Watch This!") as she greatly picked up her
pace. Everyone was watching now and all the men were hooting and hollering
as Carol's round ass, shiny with Kevin's spunk, flew up and down Tony's
trunk.  As if to say, "I give," Tony let out a loud groan as he began to
cum.  Carol hardly slackened her pace, however, as she beamed proudly as if
in victory.  She continued to ride him until he reached around her with his
long, muscular arms and pulled her down on top of him.  They kissed hard,
pausing only briefly to swipe Carol's sweat soaked hair out of her face. 
Though more than twice his age, Carol had proven herself to be as much as
this amazing young specimen could handle.  As Ann and I spooned and
scrolled though the pictures on the camera, Carol climbed up off Tony's
waning staff in triumph.  She crawled up his torso until his lengthy cock
finally fell out of her and plopped down wetly on his hard, flat stomach.
She continued to slide up his muscular torso, a trail of pinkish fluid
leaking from her exhausted pussy, until she was straddling his broad chest.
Kevin, James and Darrel were sorting through the pile of clothes on the
floor, apparently done for the evening.  Each of them in turn, exchanged
awkward hugs with Ann as they pulled on their wrinkled pants and hurriedly
tucked in their shirts.  Kevin, the most outgoing of the three, walked over
to Carol--who was still sitting astride Tony--and planted a big kiss on her
lips.  He expressed his hope that he would see her again sometime, to which
she enthusiastically replied, "I think you can count on that!" Her hand
reached around and squeezed his butt through his tight pants.  Kevin was
also the only one of the three to shake my hand and say goodbye before they
headed for the door.  Shayla, who had been in the bathroom showering came
back into the bedroom and sat in the spot next to me just vacated by Ann.
Tariq finished his beer before taking Carol's hand and assisting her off of
Tony.  She stood up unsteadily, her legs a bit wobbly.  As she climbed off,
I got a clear look as she turned her ass toward me of the utter devastation
between her thighs.  Her pussy was gaped wide and oozing its contents down
her left leg.  Thick wads of cum clung to her thigh as runny secretions
continued to pour out of her bottom.  Her asshole too looked stretched--the
normally tight bud looked loose and slightly opened.  Her hand still in
his, she followed Tariq, who set down his beer can before rounding the
corner for the bathroom.  "Ooooo...we gonna take a shower?" Carol giggled
as she looked back at me before they disappeared into the bathroom.  "Your
wife sure do like to fuck," Shayla chortled as she brushed her wet hair
alongside me.  Tony suddenly sat up on the next bed and the puddled mass of
fluid covering his chest flowed down over his six pack abs.  He motioned
for Ann to join him on the bed and she silently obliged.  She looked tiny
sitting next to him, especially so when her lovely little hands began
massaging the creamy ooze all over his muscular body.  By the time her
hands had made it down to his crotch, he was already swelling to another
erection.  His thick, black cobra arced steadily upward as Ann's fingers
caressed his large scrotum.  Admittedly, I was exhausted.  Something inside
of me, however, refused to let this 19 year-old man-child get the better of
me.  I suddenly felt a need to keep up with this much younger man.  Though
I couldn't compete with his god-given endowment--easily three inches longer
and nearly twice my girth--I wasn't going to concede in the battle of
stamina.  I began to stroke my aching cock.  The raw flesh stung as my hand
jacked up and down trying to revive it.  I was unable to bring it to full
erection, but it was hard enough to begin standing upright on its own.  By
this time, Ann had started sucking Tony's cock.  He was nearly full-length
now and her hand looked so dainty as it held the thick, black shaft near
its base.  I had a good view as her jaw strained to fit his fat knob into
her open mouth.  Her head began slowly bobbing up and down as he guided her
gently with his large hand.  Shayla, who seemed oblivious to the happenings
in the next bed, casually turned on the T.V.  She smelled of shampoo and
lotion and her skin was moist and hot against mine.  My hand caressed her
soft belly as it made its way down to the coarse little patch of hair
between her legs.  She flipped through the channels making no
acknowledgement of my advances, but her legs slowly parted to let my
fingers explore a bit lower.  I rolled her plump clit between my thumb and
forefinger as I turned toward her.  I began to mash my half-erect cock
against the smooth, copper-colored skin of her thigh.  She finally paid
notice to my advances as her hand slipped down to take me in her grip.  I
leaned into her and we kissed playfully as we fondled each other's
privates. About then, I heard Carol's screams from the bathroom.  Normally,
she would die before letting a swear word escape her lips.  But she was
letting out a series of them now...and at the top of her lungs.  I paused
long enough to glance over at Ann and Tony.  Ann's head was in both his big
hands now.  He was giving her a vigorous face fucking as she kneeled
between his legs.  My attention quickly returned to Shayla when she tugged
my cock rather firmly and said, "I'm over here," before mashing her mouth
hard against mine.  We ground our tongues and sucked face for a moment or
two before she boldly stated, "You gonna eat my pussy again now with that
great tongue of yours." I wasn't sure at first if it was a question or an
order, but when she began guiding my head downward, it no longer mattered
much.  I was eager to have another taste of that sweet musky pussy and I
lifted her leg and crawled down to and went to work.  Her thick, meaty
folds were even more prominent now.  Still swollen from the several
fuckings it had experienced the past couple hours, her long slit looked
incredibly large.  Diving in, her labia spread flat and encased my whole
face in tender flesh.  Her tastes regarding oral clearly hadn't mellowed as
she pulled my head hard down into her.  There was a bit of saltiness mixed
with her sweet nectar this time, remnants of the loads shot into her I am
sure.  I was momentarily put off and wriggled upward a bit to concentrate
more on her bulging clit.  This seemed fine with her as she bucked her
pubis in tiny, rhythmic motions that strummed the swollen bud back and
forth over my lips and tongue.  I literally just hung on while this
athletic 25 year-old sexual gymnast used my face to frig herself.  I
dropped my lower lip just enough to expose my teeth slightly and I felt her
clit just barely rasp across them.  She made a squeal that I initially read
as pain, but she didn't back off one bit.  In fact, she ground down even
harder with each successive stroke...almost to point where I felt sure I
would soon draw blood.  And I well might have, had her orgasm not
intervened.  Before I knew it she was in the throes of orgasm.  Her
grinding stopped and her body just trembled beneath me.  Instinctively, I
latched on to her clit with my mouth sending her into another wave of
orgasm.  It was the largest clit I'd ever seen live and it had seemingly
grown even larger as she approached her climax.  It was almost like a tiny
cock; I was able to suck it in and out of my mouth.  She seemed a long time
in coming down from her orgasm, but gradually her back lowered from its
rigid arch and her trembling thighs began to slacken.  I kissed her labia
and thighs a long while as she regained her breath and once again began
playing with my hair.  I was rock hard now!  There is nothing like making a
woman cum with my mouth that excites me more.  I climbed up her lithe body
until the underside of my shaft was lying in her long crevice.  I rubbed my
shaft up and down the long slash, watching as the head of my cock dueled
with her enormous clit.  Lifting my hips, my cock dropped and literally
fell into her open pussy.  I lay down on top of Shayla and we kissed as my
cock stirred around inside her loose cavity.  She felt so warm and soothing
that her complete lack of vaginal tone didn't even matter.  My cock felt
like wood, pleasantly numb and deadened...and I slowly fucked her with a
feeling of complete contentment.  On the next bed, Ann was using both hands
and her mouth in almost frantic motion to coax Tony to orgasm.  I had heard
her decline his offers to fuck her again, pleading that she was too sore to
attempt it.  Shayla and I pressed our bodies tightly in a rather intimate
grind as we kissed playfully and watched Ann hard at work.  When Tony
finally did come, it was in virtual silence and without warning.  Two
spritzes hit Ann's forehead and chin before she was able to capture his
bulbous head and finish him off with her mouth.  For my part, I was content
to continue my slow fuck with Shayla...til morning if I had to.  I was now
swelling with pride in the fact that I had outlasted them all.  Tariq, I
now realized was on the couch behind us--I hadn't noticed his arrival (my
face was likely buried in Shayla's pussy).  He had the camera now and was
taking pictures of Shayla and I.  Tony was seemingly done in too, sprawled
across the bed looking very sleepy.  But here I was, the old man of the
bunch, still going strong.  When Carol came out of the bathroom a few
minutes later, we smiled at one another.  She leaned down to kiss Tariq and
then proceeded between the beds to kiss her young fantasy lover before he
was completely unconscious.  It was then, as she kneeled on the bed to kiss
Tony, that she decided to show me what had caused the screams I had heard
earlier.  Carol's lovely full ass cheeks had red marks roughly in the shape
of large hand prints--one on either cheek.  As she lingered in this
position, I somehow knew that she was doing so very purposely.  And when
she looked back at me, it was with a particularly erotic (almost evil) look
in her eye.  Then she purposefully reached back and spread her left cheek
just far enough for me to see her gaping, distended asshole.  The moment I
realized what it meant, the look on my face must have shown, for she smiled
wickedly and nodded her head yes while gesturing toward Tariq.  As I looked
again at her formerly tight little bung, now stretched and standing open an
inch or more, I felt the cum uncontrollably rise in my balls and begin to
empty.  Tariq had now entered the last private place in my little wife's
body, and not only didn't I seem to mind, the very thought was actually
making me shoot my load into Shayla.  As I grunted and dribbled what little
cum I had left in my balls into the wide-open spaces of Shayla's pussy, I
could hear Carol laugh a satisfied little laugh at her ability to flip my
switch with such incredible ease.  Soon afterward, Tariq and Tony dressed
as Shayla and I said our goodbyes.  And then they were gone.  The room, the
beds especially, were a shambles.  Sheets and mattress covers lay in
haphazard heaps on the disheveled beds.  Three and a half hours of constant
action had covered the bottom sheets in multiple blobs of various mixed
secretions.  Ann and Carol began salvaging the top sheets as best they
could while I excused myself to go take a shower.  As I began running the
water, I could hear them giggling as they exchanged `war stories' about
their exploits of the evening.  I couldn't make out the whole conversation,
but I did hear Carol say something to the effect that, "I know, I can
hardly believe it myself," and I knew they must have been discussing
Tariq's anal assault.  Looking in the mirror, I saw my reddened cock
hanging limply between my legs.  It was completely spent and its skin was
raw and sore.  A smile washed over my face as I thought back to the events
of the evening.  It had been one of the most amazing sexual experiences of
my life.  Shayla had been a truly unexpected pleasure and I felt satisfied
that I had performed admirably in more than keeping up with the other men.
I'm sure the viagra had played a great part, but after all, they had taken
it too.  The hot water stung my flesh as it poured down my body and over my
aching cock.  I gave myself a gentle soaping up and rinse before stepping
out to towel off.  Ann had come into the bathroom with the intention of
taking a bath.  I'd never seen my sister-in-law looking so totally unkempt.
For 20 years, I had hardly ever seen her with as much as a hair out of
place.  Now she was a total rag-doll fucked mess.  Her makeup was all over
her face, her hair a nest of cum-caked mats and tangles and her body red
and blotchy from head to toe.  As she bent over to flip the tub stopper and
run the water she flattered me by saying, "you were great tonight, lover."
The sincerity in her voice made my growing affection for her accelerate
even more.  I replied, "so were you, Ann," as I caressed her adorably
upturned ass.  When I entered the bedroom, Carol was laying on the just
made bed that they had salvaged from the two top sheets.  She was looking
through the pictures on the digital camera and chuckling softly.  "What's
so amusing," I asked sitting down next to her trying to see which picture
she was looking at.  Smiling, she replied, "I was just thinking that the
size of their cocks make my butt look smaller." She scrolled to the next
picture.  "Oh my God!" she exclaimed at the close up shot of her pussy
being stretched by Tony's thick tool, "I can't believe all of that fit
inside of me." Then, to my amazement, given what her body had endured over
the past few hours, she set down the camera and began slowly
masturbating--her fingers gently swirling over her clit.  When I laughed,
she replied, "What, I can't help it?!  I'm still horny." I had clearly
created a monster.  My prim and proper wife, the `good little girl' whom I
had married and with who I had endured many years of hum-drum sex, was now
the slut wife of my darkest fantasies.  While Ann bathed, Carol described
in vivid detail how turned on the whole night had made her.  She compared
the feeling to an "incredible itch" deep inside her that despite
scratching, only grew more intense.  I joked about no longer having a long
enough `scratcher' to reach the spots that Tariq and Tony had.  She
responded by kissing me.  She stopped playing with herself and we embraced
as she told me sincerely how much she loved me for letting her explore this
part of her sexuality.  I thanked her as well and reminded her that I too
had been fucking others tonight.  "Oooooo, I know," she whispered, "it was
such a turn on watching you with Shayla there's a couple of good pictures
of you two." The thought occurred to me that she seemed too occupied most
of the night to even notice I was in the room, let alone what I was doing,
but I didn't say anything.  The subject gradually turned to her anal
exploits of the evening.  I told her how surprised I was to see her handle
Kevin's 9-inch dick, let alone Tariq's freakish horse cock.  She apologized
for not asking my permission, as that hole has always been reserved for me,
but I quickly assured her I was fine with it.  I told her how just seeing
her stretched ass had made me spurt almost instantly.  Carol giggled as she
admitted to purposely showing it off for me, "I thought you might like
that." "I never could have managed it if Kevin wouldn't have warmed me up
earlier," she went on, "but it is amazing what the human body can do." I
mused that she would never be the same now.  Her ass would forever crave a
big cock, and I joked about the fact that we at least had two of the big
black dildoes.  "Hmmm," she pondered, "I dunno...I think that the tone back
there comes back pretty quickly." The talk had begun to revive my dick,
despite the fact that it was sore as hell.  When she reached under my balls
and began massaging that secret spot just above my anus, I was surprised by
the speed at which my cock began to engorge.  "I think we need to test this
hypothesis," Carol said in her best stilted scientific voice.  When I told
her about my doubts about being able to perform, she replied, "looks like
it's doing just fine to me." Her manual ministrations had indeed brought me
back to partial erection and now she lowered her head to bring me along the
rest of the way.  She swallowed the entire flexible bone in one gulp.  With
her lips perched on my balls, she used the grasping motions of her throat
muscles to massage my achy member.  It was working to fair effect, my bone
gradually stiffened and straightened out forcing her to readjust her
position slightly.  She completely disgorged my cock as she stroked my
saliva-covered shaft roughly.  It hurt like hell and I gasped as she fisted
my prick.  Then, in her nasty voice, she asked, "Don't you want to fuck my
ass?" She went on in an increasingly intense rant, "Don't ya wanna fuck my
stretched asshole?  Don't you want to feel what that big black dick did to
my asshole, baby?" She was a brilliant psychologist, for I was now rock
hard again and throbbing through my pain.  I literally threw her off of me
and rolled her body over.  She laughed with the success of her tactic and
submissively positioned herself on the bed.  He torso pressed flat on the
bed, her arms stretched out in front of her, she presented her beautiful
round ass to me in a prime ass-fucking posture.  Her asshole, though less
open than earlier, was still puffy and swollen looking.  A tendril of cum
leaked out of the center and I used it to lube up my knob as I rolled it
around her ass crack.  Impatiently, she made little lunges backward with
her ass trying to hasten my entry.  When I finally positioned the head
against her swollen bud, it literally snapped open and gulped in the knob.
She groaned loudly as I pressed my length easily inside down to the base.
"Oh fuck that feels good," she blurted out, again using that
uncharacteristic f-word.  It felt good to me as well...but in a different
way than normal.  Like usual, she was molten hot deep inside--a sensation
that always surprises me a little.  But she was not vise-tight as I have
become accustomed to when ass fucking her.  She felt goopy and slack as I
slowly made long in and out strokes.  Her hand slipped down between her
legs and I could feel the rhythm of her fingers massaging her pussy
underneath my shriveled balls.  After a few strokes, her ass belched out an
ooze of cum in a thick ring surrounding my shaft.  The brownish-white slime
poured out as I withdrew my pecker nearly all the way.  I was amazed at the
quantity as it oozed over my balls and covered her gaping pussy below.  I
wasn't counting, but the load Tariq had shot into Carol's ass had to be at
least his fourth and it still must have been massive to flood her bowels
with that much cum.  I just shook my head in disbelief as her sphincter
continued to expel waves of fluid as I pumped slowly in and out of her.  I
was so spent that I had to make a concerted effort to gradually build
toward an orgasm.  I was greatly encouraged that when she had squeezed out
all of Tariq's syrupy ejaculate, her ass began to feel as tight and
stimulating as ever.  Carol's hand was frigging faster now and I built up
my pace to get into time with her motion.  Catching me off-guard, Carol
screamed, "Oh give it to me hard, fuck me hard!" as she slipped over the
edge.  The spasms wracking her pelvis squelched out even more cum from her
butt as I held on tight trying not to slip out of her bucking ass.  As her
movements slowed I began to once again pump her with long hard strokes. 
Carol began cheering me on, repeating over and over, "Come on baby, cum in
my ass...come on, you can do it." It was like climbing a mountain, step by
step as I neared my orgasm.  It took all my concentration to finally reach
the edge.  The orgasm was more a relief from agony than a pinnacle of
pleasure.  I'm not even sure if a single drop of cum managed to make it up
my urethra and leak out of me.  I was so exhausted that I immediately fell
upon Carol's back.  In seconds my flaccid dick oozed out of her butt and I
rolled off of her onto the bed.  I vaguely remember a few moments past that
point, but only vaguely.  My next clear memory was waking up in the
morning--with the drapes closed it was pitch black and I had no idea of the
time.  I was snuggled tightly between Ann and Carol like 3 spoons in a
drawer.  My destroyed pecker was nuzzled into my sister-in-law's ass crack
and I could feel Carol's big tits mashed sweatily against my back.  I
remember vividly waking up in complete contentment--before gently drifting
off again for a few more hours of well-deserved sleep.  As I write this, it
has been just over 4 weeks since Carol's first gang bang.  It took nearly a
week for her pussy to recover enough for vaginal sex to be comfortable.  As
for me, the skin on my dick totally peeled from the friction, but I was
good to go in a few days.  Shortly thereafter, Carol has brought home a
supply of viagra samples and I have discovered that a drink or two before
using it helps with the headache.  Ann got a bad yeast infection out of the
night, but is now back to deliciously tasty good health.  She has gotten
into the habit of dropping over on Friday nights for a few drinks and some
fun (she says my tongue is addictive).  The viagra has been a great help in
trying to keep both sisters happy.  Ann's divorce from Ron is on a fast
track and should be final by summer.  It took a while for the dust to
settle enough for us all to figure out just where to go from here.  What
was crystal clear, however, was the fact that we all are enjoying this too
much to stop.  We decided that we would indulge ourselves with an
occasional party with a few select individuals.  Carol has laid out a very
discreet process for the participants to get HIV tested at her clinic and
it also gives her a chance to pre-screen them to see if they `measure up'
to the standards that she and Ann have set.  Ann has also decided that we
will be taking our winter vacation together next year in Jamaica--she is
calling it a "talent search." She is constantly sending Carol web links
from sites featuring the mammoth men of that island.  As of last week, we
have decided to host the next party at our home.  To my delight, Shayla has
RSVPed along with Tariq and Tony.  There also promises to be a few new
faces (male and female) as positive word of mouth has spread among their
circle of friends.