KRISTI-3  NixPixer PAN HANDLE writes true adventures of his 
          SeXXXy wife KRISTI            NixPix  303/920-1263 
 
     Kristi was waiting for me when I got home.  I could tell
by the way she was dressed, and the look in her eye that this
would not be a quiet night at the okay corral.  She had that
wild look she gets when she's spent the better part of the
day in intimate association with her vibrator.  She was
wearing a red silk dress, with black buttons all the way from
the neckline to the hem.  There are fifteen buttons on that
damn dress, and the five from the top and the five from the
bottom were already undone.  Her hair was fixed up and off
her neck, kind of swept high on her head.  She wore her
highest heels, (about 4 1/2") also red, and black stockings.
I couldn't be sure if they were panty hose or stockings, but
I knew it wouldn't be long before I did possess that intimate
bit of knowledge.
     She was standing in the doorway between the living room
and the kitchen.  We've been married almost nine years, and
she still takes my breath away.  Smiling her sexiest smile,
she said, "You want to take me to dinner, or should I change
and fix you some eggs?"
     What a salesman!  Did I want to take out the sexiest
woman in a three state area, or did I want eggs for supper?
No contest.  "Let's go, babe."
     As I held the car door for her, and she settled into our
gold colored two seater, I got the aforementioned information
concerning her hosiery.  Stockings!  With garters!  I didn't
need to see the rest.  I knew her well.  Above the garters
would be the panties with no crotch, the bra would be the red
one with the nipple holes cut out.  This all went without
saying.  All that I didn't know was how wild a night she
wanted.  I was soon to find that out, also.
     As our car left the quiet residential area where we
live, and hit the interstate that travels through the heart
of our city, Kristi reached over and petted my hardening cock
through my trousers.  "My, but he seems to be interested in
the goings on around here."  She continued to stroke me while
I drove.  Figuring I had little to lose at this point, I
suggested to her, "Maybe he'd like to come out and look
around."
     She didn't need to be asked twice.  With a deftness of
finger exercising, she pulled down my zipper, reached into my
pants, and pulled our mutual friend out.  Holding my cock by
its base, she continued her digital manipulation, all the
time talking to me, as if nothing out of the ordinary was
occurring.  Finally, she asked me, "Happy, now?"
     "Well, I could be happier."
     "Hmmmm, happier, huh?"
     With that she leaned over the seat and took my dick into
her well trained mouth.  Her lips coated my cock as it slid
in and out of her mouth.  Raking her teeth over the turgid
skin, she pulled it gently back and forth.  Her left hand
continued to pump my cock, almost as if she were churning
butter.  Not a bad analogy, she was, after all, looking for
cream.  Kristi has a certain sense about my orgasms.  She can
produce cock juice on demand, or she can make me wait,
holding back her mouth, or hand, or ass, it didn't matter.
She was in control of when and how I came.  We didn't ever
formally agree to this, but this is how it evolved, and after
almost a decade with the same woman, I must have liked it.
     This was one of those times that I would be denied the
immediate pleasure of a sexual release.  Not to worry, I told
myself.  I would just wait.  I never had to wait long.
     I pulled the car into the parking lot of the restaurant
where she had asked I take her.  When I pulled in, she still
had her cock on my mouth.  I slowed down, about twenty five
feet from the valet parking area.  Kristi was still buried in
my lap.  It was my intention to discreetly disengage myself
from her sucking mouth, and tuck my dick back into my pants.
Kristi's intention was quite the opposite.  Looking up
briefly, she told me to continue to drive up to the valets.
I never question a woman that has my cock in her mouth.
Slowly I inched nearer and nearer to the men waiting at the
entrance of the restaurant.  Kristi was still sucking me.  I
was only twenty feet away, now fifteen.  By the time Kristi
pulled her mouth off my raging hard on, we were less then ten
feet away.  The jig was up anyway.  Both the attendants had
already noticed our gold sports car as it slowly had been
inching up the drive.  They were looking at me, (Kristi was
below the line of vision, and were discussing among
themselves as to why I was approaching so slowly.  I was
almost at the place to stop the car when Kristi decided I'd
had enough excitement, and without warning, sat up in her
seat.  It was patently obvious what had been transpiring in
the front seat of our mobile bedroom, and if that wasn't
plain enough for the most casual observer, my hard dick was
extended to its full nine inches, and there was no way to
stuff it back into my pants without being guilty of
conspicuous exhibition.  Before I could tuck it back away for
later use, both our doors opened at the same time.  While
Kristi got out, with the assistance of a young black man, I
struggled to zip up my pants.  The car attendant just smiled
at me, and I could read his mind.  He wouldn't have minded a
bit if I would let him use my wife to work on his cock as
well!
     Regaining my composure, I managed to go around the car,
take my wife's arm and escort her into the restaurant.  I
knew I was in for quite an exciting night.
 
                              ii
 
     Dinner went remarkably well.  The incident in the car,
and the embarrassment I suffered at the fact that these two
men, boys really, knew that my wife had been sucking me off
in the auto tended to fade, and in its place came a rush of
excitement.  I was ready for anything now, and luckily for
my, so was my wife.  She had been almost reserved during
supper, almost as if she had something on her mind.  As we
finished our after dinner liquor, she finally spoke.
     "Honey, give me the claim check for the car."
     "Why?" I asked without stopping to think her request
through."
     "There's something I need to get in it.  I'll be right
back."
     I gave her the claim check, and sat back down.  I
watched, as did many other men, as Kristi left the room.  The
dinner had been great, and the atmosphere couldn't have been
better.  I withdrew a cigar from my coat pocket and clipping
the end, lit it, savoring the flavor of a good Jamaican
stoggie.  This was such a nice evening!  I lost myself in
reverie, remembering how much I had to be grateful for, how
much good life I enjoyed.  My job was one in a million.  I
was actually paid to do something I'd gladly do for free.  My
career was years ahead of schedule and I was married to a
dynamic woman.  Thinking of which, I started to wonder where
she was, and when she was coming back.  She'd been gone about
ten minutes.  I looked at my watch.  If she wasn't back in
two more minutes, I resolved I would go find her.  She was
probably in the ladies room, I told myself.  Yeah, that made
sense.  She'd gone to the car to get something, probably some
makeup, and then she'd gone to the ladies room to fix her
face.
     I waited about three minutes more.  I started to get up,
but she came back into the room at the very moment I was
rising.  She seemed radiant!  Whatever she'd gone to get was
well worth it if it made her look that good.  Holding her
chair, I asked her if everything was okay.  She smiled and
asked what I meant.
     "I just mean, you were gone a long time.  I was getting
worried about you.  Did you get what you needed?"
     Kristi is a master of timing.  She leaned into me, her
hand sliding under the table, and began to squeeze my dick.
As she made it harder and bigger, almost to the point that it
was straining painfully against my BVD's, she whispered into
my ear, "What I needed to get was fucked by that black
parking attendant, and yes, I did get it.  Sorry it took so
long, but he wanted his friend to get some pussy also, so I
had to fuck them both."
     She said this with the same emotion one would tell about
getting two packs of cigarettes for the price of one.  At
first I wasn't sure I heard her correctly, but she went on.
     "The black guy has a huge cock, and after his, the other
guy was kinda anti-climatical, if you follow my drift," she
was still stroking my rock hard dick, "I hope you didn't mind
waiting while I got that."
     Then she said the words which almost caused me to come
right there.  "Listen, Phillip, would you mind very much
eating my pussy when we leave here?  I mean, it's so full and
sticky!  You don't mind my using your tongue for a washcloth,
do you?"
     When we left the restaurant, I was not surprised to see
our two-seater at the front door.  It was the least the guys
could do after what Kristi had done for them.  As we started
to leave, the older guy, the black one, reached into his coat
and pulled out something red and lacy.  I knew at once what
it was.
     "You dropped these earlier, ma'am."
     "Oh, how careless of me.  Thank you so much."  With
that, Kristi pulled up her dress and stepped into her panties
that the attendant had just handed her.  She looked at me and
said, "Honey, don't you want to go somewhere and park?  These
boys have made an absolute mess out of my pussy."  The two
guys looked at each other and smiled.  I knew they thought
she was busting my balls, but that didn't matter.  It was all
part of the game, all part of the night.  I liked nothing
better than for Kristi to fuck someone, to blow a stranger,
and to tell me about it.  And if that entailed a bit of
humiliation on either of our parts, so much the better.  I
don't know which I enjoyed more, knowing that she'd fucked
these two guys, or the two guys knowing that I knew what had
happened.  Wait a second, I do know which I enjoy the most.
That night, I enjoyed eating Kristi's pussy and making it
clean as a polished desk.  It might have been because I was
so excited, it might have been because I knew I was eating a
pussy so well fucked by two different guys, or it may have
been the fact that I did it while parked less than ten feet
away from the front door of an all night porno shop.  But
that's a story for another time.
 
 
                           Limofuck
 
 
     Kristi was waiting for me when the plane landed.  I'd
called her that morning and told her what time I'd land, and
she said she'd be there with a special present for me.  I was
sure I knew what that would be.  Kristi loved to fuck as much
as I did, and she'd been without my cock for almost two
weeks.  Knowing her as I do, I didn't for a minute think
she'd been without any cock all that time, but she was
definitely without mine, and it is mine she loves the best.
     As I came down the ramp, I saw here standing there.  She
was absolutely beautiful!  Dressed in a stunning green silk
dress, her full luscious breasts were straining against the
fabric, her hard bullet nipples were visible from thirty feet
away.  As my eyes took in the rest of her body, I was almost
certain I could make out the outline of her ripe pussy.  I
knew that my imagination was working overtime, but from a
distance, it looked like her bushy cunt was pushing against
the dress with the same force her tits were.
     We hugged each other for at least two minutes.  She was
all over me, kissing me, squealing with delight.  When she
calmed down, we pulled apart, and I looked at her again.  My
first hunch had been right.  She had nothing on under the
thin green material, and for all purposes, she might as well
have nothing on at all!  For just a moment, I felt a twinge
of embarrassment.  For just a moment.  Then the twinges moved
to my cock, as it started to harden.
     "You know, I can see right through that dress," I said.
     "So can everyone else!"  She answered.
     I gathered my luggage from the carousel, and we started
for the car.  As we left the terminal, I expected to find my
BMW.  I didn't.  Instead, a black stretch limo was waiting.
Kristi looked at me playfully as she steered me in the limo's
direction.
     "I didn't want to wait till we got back to the city
before we started to have fun."
     "Kristi..."  I started to protest, but stopped.  What
the hell, if she wanted to play, who was I to complain.  I
started to get into the back seat, but she stopped me.
     "Phillip, I hope you don't mind, but I hired a new
gardener while you were gone."
     This took me by surprise.  One moment my hot wife was
practically jerking me off in the airline terminal, and
telling me she couldn't wait to get my cock in her mouth, and
the next she was telling me about the guy who mows our grass.
I was more than a little confused.
     "That's fine with me.  We'll talk about it later.  Let's
get into the car."
     "No.  I want to talk about it now!  Juan just couldn't
make me happy.  He just didn't seem to understand what I
needed done."
     "Fine.  I don't care.  If the new guy does a better job,
that's fine with me.  But I don't want to stand out here all
night.  Let's get going."
     "Wait.  I just wanted you to know about Hernandez.  I
hope you don't get mad.  But I wanted you to meet him as soon
as possible."
     "I promise I'll meet him in the morning.  Now can we get
going?"  With that I pushed passed her and got into the back
of the limo.
     Of course, the first thing I noticed was a man sitting
on the inside seat.  Without needing to ask, I knew who he
was.
     "Hernandez, right?"
     "Yeah, that's him.  He doesn't speak English."  Kristi
looked a bit sheepish.
     "He's the new gardner?"
     "Yeah, isn't he cute?"
     "Oh, really Kristi!  Why did you bring him?"
     "Are you mad because I fired Juan?"
     "Of course not.  Just get in the car and let's get
going."  I couldn't believe this guy was with us.  I had
hoped to fuck Kristi on the way home.  But now, with this guy
in the back seat, and him not even speaking English, well...
     Kristi closed the door and settled on the seat next to
me.  She cuddled close as the car pulled away from the curb.
Great!  First she flirts shamelessly at the airport, and then
this!  Still, as I looked into her emerald green eyes and
perfect face, I couldn't stay mad long.
     "Hernandez is a whiz on the Johnson grass."
     I was going to reply to this, but Kristi's lips stopped
me as she pressed them to mine.  I returned her kiss,
slipping my tongue inside her mouth.  I heard her purr as she
shaped her form against me.  It was exciting to feel her heat
as her breasts pushed against my chest, her nipples seemed to
dig into my flesh.
     Breaking the kiss, she looked at me and said, "I've
really missed you.  Have you missed me?"
     "Of course I've missed you, baby.  How can you ask
that?"
     "Well, you don't seem very interested in me.  You might
have at least touched my breasts."
     Before I could respond, she put her hand between my legs
and started to fondle my cock through my pants.  It was hard
almost instantly.  She didn't wait for an invitation.  I felt
her hand reach the pull on my zipper, and in one motion the
zipper was open, and my cock was out in the air, Kristi's
hand pumping it up and down.  I was hot, and she knew it.  I
 tarted to close my eyes and wait for her next move when I
remembered Hernandez.
     By this time, Kristi was on the floor board between my
legs, her head about to descend on my cock.
     "Wait!  Did you forget about our guest?"  I motioned
toward Hernandez.
     "Oh, damn!  I did!" She replied.
     With that, she turned around, reached between the
gardener's legs, and unzipped his trousers.  As I watched,
Kristi pulled out the man's cock and began to stroke it in
the same motions as she was stroking mine.  She leaned toward
his rigid dick and lowered her mouth over his erect cock.
Without taking her hand off my dick, she proceeded to suck
off this man, this newcomer, as if he were her husband,
instead of me.
     I couldn't control myself.  Freeing my dick from her
hand, I repositioned her so she was facing him, her ass
toward me.  Lifting up her dress, I was delighted to find
nothing under it.  I got on my knees behind her, and slipped
my rock hard cock into her pussy as she continued to suck off
the other man.  I didn't last long.  Within seconds I felt
the explosion building deep within my balls.  Thrusting my
dick into my wife's pussy as far as it could go, I released
my cum into her heated cunt.
     Almost instantly, my dick deflated and I fell back
across the back seat, my eyes closed.  I could hear my wife
sucking the stranger's cock, but I was spent.  I didn't even
bother to wipe my cock off.  A combination of jet lag, the
intense come I'd just experienced, and the rhythm of the limo
as it traveled down the highway, lulled me into a sort of
induced sleep.
     The next thing I remember was the feel of Kristi's mouth
as she sucked my cock back to full attention.  I didn't open
my eyes, but rather just reclined in the back of the limo,
enjoying the sensations of her tongue as she bathed my now
erect cock in her mouth.  Then I remembered the other
passenger.  Opening my eyes, I was treated to the sight of
his hard brown cock sawing in and out of Kristi's cunt as she
sucked me off.  Our positions had been reversed.  Now it was
he who was fucking Kristi, while I was on the receiving end
of a first class blow job.  Kristi's green dress was thrown
up over her ass, and the front had been opened, allowing her
firm breasts to sway left and right as she continued to
accommodate both cocks at the same time.
     The Mexican reached over and began to massage Kristi's
tits, pulling on them, and making the nipples harder as his
fingers rolled them around.  He was looking me straight in
the eye as his dick continued to pound my wife's pussy.  It
didn't seem to matter to him that he was fucking another
man's woman.  It sure didn't matter to Kristi, except that
with each thrust of his fuck tool, she would let a small
whimper escape from her cock filled mouth.
     I came again.  She held her mouth on my thrusting cock,
sucking as she drank my hot come!  Judging from the noises
our friend was making, so did he.  Kristi collapsed on the
floor of the limo.  Looking up at me, she smiled, parted her
legs allowing both of us to view her freshly fucked pussy, a
pussy full of another man's jism, and asked if I wanted any
more.  When I told her I was finished, and probably wouldn't
get hard again that night.  She didn't bat an eye.  All she
said was, "In that case, do you think you could drive this
limo, and send the driver back to me?"
     I was wrong about not being able to get another hard on.
 
 
 
                          New Shoes
 By NixPixer KRISTI (PAN HANDLE)
 
     Here's the deal.  I knew I was in trouble.  I should
have been home six hours ago.  It was already 11:00, and I
knew Phillip would be worried.  I started to think of a good
excuse, a story I could tell him that he would believe.  Car
trouble came to mind, but he'd ask why I hadn't called him on
the car phone.  I looked in my purse.  Damn!  He'd paged me
three times.  I didn't have my beeper with me most of the
evening.  I left it in the car.  Now what could I tell my
husband.  He was a very understanding man, but there are
limits to anyone's patience.  And I knew I was pushing his.
     It really wasn't my fault that I wasn't home yet.  I
recalled the events of the evening, the events which lead up
to my being twenty miles from home, driving in the middle of
the night, and in deep trouble with my husband.
     I had been shopping for a new dress.  Phillip was going
to take me to an important dinner Saturday, and he told me to
buy a nice outfit, conservative, yet sexy.  That's the way he
is.  He wants me to be nice and cool, yet bad and hot.  I
don't mind, but he usually wants it at the same time.  I
couldn't decide which dress to buy.  I'd narrowed the field
down to three, one was very nice, you know the type, almost a
Sunday-go-to-meeting frock.  The second was a bit more flashy
and I knew Phillip would like it, but I wasn't crazy about it
myself.  It was red, cut low in the back, but I felt it was a
tad too long for my tastes.
     Now, the third dress, was my favorite.  It was black,
(always a good color to bring out my auburn red hair) and was
cut tight across the waist, accenting my 38 D bust and
literally hugging my hips.  It wrapped around me and fastened
with a single button on the side.  As I walked in it, my legs
were flashed, first one and then the other.  It was a traffic
stopper, and I really liked the way it felt!  But I could
never wear it to a dinner where my husband was the guest
speaker.  It was more of a "fuck me-fuck me," type dress.  I
knew Phillip would like it, but it didn't fill the bill I was
looking for.
     After spending almost two hours trying to make up my
mind, I figured, what the hell, and took all three.  Of
course, I had to have some new accessories, and that meant
shoes and purses to match.  That's were the trouble started.
To begin with, I ran my hose.  Not a little run, either.  No,
this was the mother of all runs.  My panty hose were ruined!
This wasn't a real problem, because I figured I'd just pick
up a couple pair of shoes, leave the mall and head home.  I
took off the ruined pair of hose in the dressing room where I
was trying on the three dresses, (remember them?) and left
them in the trash.  Wouldn't you know it, of all the days not
to have panties on, this would be it!
     Anyway, back to the story.  I charged my new clothes and
left the store.  I figured I'd come back tomorrow for the
shoes.  But fate was against me.  As I passed La Temps, a
very nice and very expensive shoe store, I saw the sign, the
sign that caused all my problems.  "50% off Selected Stock"
And then I saw them!  The perfect pair of pumps to match the
black dress.  I knew what size I wear, so I figured I'd just
run in and get a pair and run out.  I didn't even need to try
them on, after all, shoes are shoes.  Aren't they?
     "May I help you?"  I turned to find the most gorgeous
man I'd seen in weeks standing next to me.  I quickly
recovered my composure, but there was no denying the fact
that he'd affected me!
     "Ah, yes.  I'd like a pair of those pumps.  Size 7 1/2,
please."  Yes, this was alright.  I put aside my momentary
surge of lust, and reminded myself that my husband was
waiting for me at home, and that his equipment was more than
adequate to handle any emergency developing in my over heated
pussy.
     "Of course.  I'll be glad to get them.  Please have a
seat.  I shan't be long."
     I hadn't intended to sit, but there was something about
this man that made me feel his suggestion was an order.  So I
sat.  I glanced at my watch.  5:00.  Perfect!  I'd be out of
here and back home in about 30 minutes.  In time for a little
playful fucking before dinner.  Phillip loves to play "poke
the pussy" before dinner.  I was thinking about his lovely
hard cock, how well it fit in my mouth, my cunt, when the man
returned.  I must admit, I was getting a bit bothered by my
thoughts about Phillip.
     "Here we are," he said as he sat on the little stool in
front of where I was sitting.
     "Oh, I don't need to try them on.  I'm in a bit of a
hurry."
     "Nonsense," he replied, "It'll only take a second to
make sure they fit right.  Now, give me your right foot."
     I was mortified!  I didn't have any hose on, and I knew
most stores won't let you try on shoes without hosiery.  But
I put my foot out anyway.  He took my shoe off, and suddenly,
he stopped all motion, almost as if he were transfixed by the
naked foot he held in his hand.  I'm still not sure, but I
think he was actually rubbing my little foot.  It felt so
queer to have a strange man touching my bare foot.
     "I ran my hose.  I wasn't planning on trying on shoes,
so I threw them away."  I felt like a school girl, explaining
to the head mistress why she'd spit on the ground.
     "That's quite alright, ma'am.  We're prepared for all
contingencies."  With that, he reached inside his jacket and
withdrew what I thought were anklets.  I quickly realized
they were full length stockings!  Without saying a thing to
me, he slowly, but firmly, started to cover my foot with the
silk stocking.  At first, I thought he intended to unroll the
whole nylon, running it right up my bare legs.  But he
didn't.  He stopped at mid calf.
     "Now, then, let's try on that shoe."  He said this as he
was reaching into the box, (the shoebox, silly!) and firmly
fitted the pump over my foot.  Then he did the left one.
First the stocking, then the shoe.  But this time, after he
put the stocking on my left leg, he ran it up somewhat higher
than he had the right one.  This one went a few inches past
my knee.
     Now I was getting hot.  My pussy was starting to feel
moist, and I was worried that with him sitting just inches
away from my naked cunt, although it was covered by my
sun dress, I was worried that he might be able to sniff, to
smell my pussy juices!  How embarrassing!  But what could I
do?  It wasn't my fault I didn't have panties on, I mean, it
could have happened to anyone!
     I heard him say something.  My mind was a bit clouded,
what with the embarrassment I was feeling over my naked
cunny, coupled with the thoughts I'd been having about
sucking Phillip's cock, and now, this stranger had actually
put nylon stocking on my feet, my calves, and half-way up my
thighs... Well, I determined to hurry this up and get out to
the car before I had an involuntary orgasm.  I knew the
salesman would get the wrong idea about me if he witnessed me
coming, even if it was an accident!
     "Would you like to stand up and walk in them?"  I heard
him say again.
     "What?  Oh, yeah, yeah, that would be nice."  I got up
and walked a few steps, and the hose fell down around my
ankles.  I did what seemed to be a natural thing at the time.
I reached down and pulled them straight up, up over my
calves, past my knees, and up to my thighs.  Only after I did
the second leg did I realize how much bare skin I must have
shown this poor man.  How terribly unfair of me.  I was
worried about the stocking, when I should have been concerned
about this poor man's feelings, I mean, I have never been a
cock teaser, and I know that this nice man must have thought
I was baring my legs for his benefit!  I may have even lifted
my skirt high enough for him to notice I wasn't wearing
panties!
     Well, not to worry, I thought.  I would be out and gone
in just a few minutes.  Then he spoke again.
     "That seems like a tight fit.  Maybe you'd wear a
slightly larger size.  This particular brand runs a bit
small."
     Before I could object, he was on the floor, feeling my
feet through the soft leather of the pumps, all the while I
was aware that his head wasn't more than six inches from my
pussy.  I didn't want to move any closer, but somehow, my
balance seemed to be off just a tad, before I knew what
happened, I realized I'd closed the gap between his head and
my cunt to less than an inch.  When he looked up at me, I
swear, my pussy hairs could feel his breath.  I felt a bit
shaky.
     "I need to sit down."  I said.
     "Of course," he replied.  Are you alright?"
     "Yes, I'm just feeling a bit faint."
     This was such a nice man.  He could have just rushed me
out of his store, but instead he asked me, "Would you like to
lie down for a moment?"
     Now, ordinarily, I would have declined his offer, but I
was feeling a little woozy, and I knew it would pass soon.
It was just a combination of embarrassment and lust.  I knew
I'd be okay in a few minutes.  So I accepted his offer to lie
down.
     "That would be very nice of you.  I don't know what's
come over me."
     He helped me to the back of the store.  I don't know
what I expected, but I'd never been in the back of a shoe
store, and I figured they'd have a couch or something in a
break area, and that was where I'd lay down.  Well, like I
say, I'd never been in the back room of a shoe store, and I
let him just sort of lead me to a door behind the shelves.
He reached into his pocket and retrieved a chain of keys, and
inserted one into the lock.  It offered no resistance, and
the next thing I knew, we were in a private office.
     "You lay right here until you feel better."  With this
me lowered me to an oversized leather couch.  "I'll be right
back."
     I laid there for a few minutes, my eyes closed, and let
my mind drift.  I never intended to fall asleep, but the
couch was so comfortable.  I felt a bit naughty.  I was alone
in the office, the door was closed, and one thing led to
another.  I felt my hand reach down to my legs, and slowly
inched the hem of my sun dress higher up my legs.  I intended
to adjust my skirt so the stranger would get a rush seeing a
little of my thighs when he returned.  You know, just a
little tease.  Nothing serious.  I was still thinking of the
fucking I had waiting for me at home.  My thoughts were on
Phillip's hard cock, how good it would feel when he let me
have it, have it in my mouth, in my pussy, maybe even in my
ass!
     I should tell you something about Phillip.  He's a very
smart man, and very aggressive.  He takes what he wants, when
he wants it, and that includes me!  Many a time, he's fucked
me in a parking lot outside a restaurant, just after dinner,
or if he's in a particularly aggressive mood, sometimes he'll
make me suck him in a semi-private place.  He doesn't care
who may see us.  After all, he's told me plenty of times, I
belong to him, and he'll take me and use me whenever he wants
and he means it!  I've sucked him off in elevators, in
rest rooms, in movies and even in the reception room of a
church during my sister's wedding.  He is very proud of my
firm body, and takes special pride in showing off my breasts
to men he doesn't know.  For that matter, he sometimes orders
me to fuck or suck a stranger just so he can watch me do it.
I am a good wife, however, and when he orders me to do
something sexual with a man we've just met, I do it
immediately.
     Most of the time.  Once, when we were shooting pool in a
very fancy club in Vegas, he bet a man $500 against a blow
job from me that I could beat the guy in a game of pool.  I
didn't like the idea of him using my mouth for a bet, and
when the game was over, and I lost, I told him if he wanted
the guy sucked, to suck him himself!  Big mistake.  Before
the night was over, I had not only sucked off the winning
pool player, but had been fucked on the pool table by at
least ten guys who were also there.
     They raped me, of course, but what could I do?  I mean,
there were so many of them, and my husband had given them
permission!  All I could do was lay back and take in all the
hard cocks in the room.  They used me like a whore, fucking
my pussy while others fucked my mouth.  One of them slipped
out of my cunt, and into my ass hole.  You can imagine how
unhappy I was to be ass fucked in a bar, on a pool table, and
by men whose name I didn't even know!
     But that was what I got for talking back to my husband.
These days, if he told me to suck off the Pope, I'd do it
without question!  Hmmmmmm, the Pope, huh?  I might enjoy a
little polish sausage.  But back to the problem at hand.
     While I was thinking about all the ways Phillip would
use me that night when I got home, I started to get hotter
and wetter.  As I lay in the semi-darkness of the shoe
store's back room, my hands finally found my naked cunt.  I
gasped involuntarily as I inserted two fingers into my twat.
What I really needed was a hard dick, but since I was alone,
I made do with what I had at hand.  My fingers ran in and out
of my cunt like they had a sacred mission.  I needed to come,
and the more I rubbed my clit, the more my fingers sank into
my secret love hole, the more desperate I became.
     After a few moments of this, I abandoned any hope of a
discrete orgasm.  I didn't care who knew what I was doing,
besides, I was certain I was far enough back of the store not
to be overheard by any customers in the front of the shop.
My hand was operating on its own now.  I stopped holding back
the moans of pleasure that were waving over me.  I wanted to
come, and I would!  I felt that magic feeling start to flow
over me.  It started in the secret place of my cunt, and
spread to my pussy lips, and across my stomach, up to my
breasts!  My nipples were hard pebbles now!  Taking my left
hand, I opened my dress from the top.  First one button and
then the next and another and another.  Finally, it was open
enough to get my hand inside, to touch my braless breasts, to
feel the passion of my aching nipple.  My cunt controlled me
now!
     I must have made quite a sight laying on that couch, my
dress pulled up, my pussy glistening with my own hot juices,
my other hand massaging my hard, hot nips.  I'd pulled my
legs up, and had them spread wide open.  I wanted a dick.  My
hand wasn't enough.  I felt it begin, the orgasm I'd stroked
my own pussy to find!  Now!  Yes, NOW.  I WAS CUMING, AND
NOTHING COULD HOLD ME BACK.  I DIDN'T CARE WHO HEARD ME, WHO
SAW ME!!!!!!
     I didn't stop my frenzied actions, even when I heard the
office door open.  I continued to finger fuck myself, laying
on that couch, legs splayed wide open, my gaping pussy
sucking at my hand, my head tossing back and forth, my eyes
closed tightly.  I was hotter than I could ever remember
being!  And I knew I was putting on a show, a show for
someone I couldn't see, didn't want to see!  If he wanted to
watch, that was fine with me.  It made me even hotter to
think that a man, a man whose name I didn't even know was
standing there, over me, watching me fuck myself like a cheap
whore in a two dollar side show!
     I remember hearing the zipper of his pants.  YES!  I can
remember feeling the weight of his body as he put his knees
against the couch, and I remember the pungent odor of his
hard cock as I felt it brush against my cheeks, against my
lips!  YES!!!! This was more like it.  A hard dick in my
mouth.  My fingers continued their job, rubbing my clit to
higher and higher levels.  My mouth was full of man cock, and
I didn't need to be told what to do with it.  I sucked his
dick deep into my throat.  It was MINE!!!  I would have
swallowed a gallon of hot cum right then, a fucking bucket if
I could have gotten it!
     I didn't hear the other man come in the room.  I didn't
hear his zipper, or even feel his body as it sank down on the
couch.  I wasn't aware of him until I felt his cock sliding
into my pussy, my wide open pussy.  It was almost an
automatic reaction.  His cock pushed against the lips of my
pussy, and I moved my hands out of the way, up to the first
cock pushing its way into my mouth.  I wanted to feel his
dick meat as it pressed against me.  I scratched his ball
sack as it smacked soundly against my cheek.  YES!!!  Two
cocks!!!  One fucking my cunt, the other my face.  As my body
moved against the dick in my mouth, it pulled away from the
one in my cunt.  As it moved back to swallow the cock in my
pussy, it moved away from the prick in my mouth.  I was a
see-saw of fucking.  Each movement of my body brought two
different men closer to shooting their jism into me, deep
into me.
     I was thinking about Phillip.  He would be so hot if he
could see this.  His pretty young wife, his hot-to-trot young
bitch who he had married and bedded, and then turned loose on
the world, would have made him so hot to watch.  I was a
whore and I was acting like one.  This was not lovemaking,
this was raw fucking, raw lust!  I knew I wouldn't last much
longer.  The orgasm I'd experienced while finger fucking my
own pussy was nothing like the one building in my cunt now.
As I came closer and closer to a climax, I knew it would be
one of strong enough force to black me out for a few seconds.
Phillip was the first man to make me come like that.  Since
him, there have been a handful of occasions when I would
totally lose control, totally pass over from consciousness to
the world of dark space and animal passions.  And this would
be one of those times.
     The cock in my pussy started to contract first.  It was
more closely in line with my own orgasm.  As I felt the
stranger's dick starting to throb and spurt into my already
wet pussy, I started the first tremors of my own come.  It
was magnificent!  My husband tells me that when I am coming
with a cock in my pussy, it causes me to go wild with the
cock in my mouth.  Whenever I am "double-teamed" as he calls
it, he likes to be on the head side.  Tonight was no
exception.  As my body gave over to the passions and
pleasures of a soul retching orgasm, my mouth started sucking
the second man's cock with an urgency he'd probably never
felt before.  I had to have his cream in my mouth.  It was
almost as if I couldn't finish my orgasm until he'd started
his.
     I had the second cock as deep in my throat as it would
go.  My lips nibbled the pubic hairs surrounding the base of
his dick, and my fingers dug into the soft flesh of his ass
and pushed themselves into his ass hole.  I meant to make
this bastard give up his jism, and I wanted it now.  My
efforts were rewarded.  I felt his dick recoil and blast its
love juice down my throat.  He tried to pull back, but my
head followed his dick.  I wanted it all.  Blast after hot
sticky blast of come cream shot down my throat, until it
backed up, and started coming out the sides of my mouth.  I
swallowed as fast as I could, but between the cock in my
pussy making me spasm uncontrollably, and the constant motion
of this dick in my mouth, shooting load after load of hot
cream, some of the cum escaped.  I caught what I could in my
hand, the rest just fell to the floor.  What a waste!
     Then it happened.  What I knew would happen if the
orgasm I was expecting was as forceful as it promised to be.
I felt myself starting to black out, to pass from reality to
ultimate sexual abandon.  I tried to hold back.  After all, I
didn't know these men, I didn't have the first idea what
their names were or for that matter, what they looked like.
It was dark in the office, and that darkness, coupled with my
sluttish behavior, made me come with even greater force.
     It seemed like I had been unconscious for an hour, but
in reality, only a few seconds had passed.  Both my fuckers
were still in position, although both had drained cocks.  For
the first time since the orgy began, I wondered which one was
the man who'd held my foot, had tried the shoes on me.  Not
that it mattered now, but I was curious.  Then a voice spoke
in the darkness.  It was him!  That same commanding voice
that had lulled me into the state I was in, the same voice
that had ordered me to sit, ordered me to lie down, came out
of the darkness, and what he said riveted me.
     "Now, its my turn, gentlemen."
     I was about to be fucked again, this time by a third
cock, a cock I'd not yet felt.  My first reaction was to get
up, to gather myself and leave the room.  What did they think
I was?  Did they think I was some kind of whore that would
fuck anybody who stood in line?  Then I felt his body heat as
he put his hands on me.  He had already taken off his clothes
and his cock was rock hard.  Yes, I could fuck one more time.
I could take one more cock into my mouth, into my pussy.  I
was a whore.
     He gently helped me off the couch.  I didn't know what
he was doing, but whatever he wanted, it was alright with me.
Once off the couch, I was standing in front of him.  He was
naked, but I still had my sun dress on.  It was totally open
in the front, and my breasts were standing out, my nipples
still raging with heat and hardness.  He put his hands on my
shoulders and firmly pressed down.  I knew what he wanted, as
I sank to my knees in front of this demanding stranger.  When
I assumed the knelling position in front of him, he made no
effort to move closer.  If I wanted his cock, I would have to
move toward it, I would have to be the one to start.
     And I was aware that the other two men, the two men who
had already fucked my pussy and my mouth were still in the
room, still watching me.  I felt like such a whore!  Only a
slut would do this.  My head moved toward the stranger's
cock.  I heard the office door open.  Someone else was coming
or going, someone else was seeing me, or ignoring me, I
didn't know which.  But it didn't matter.  I took his dick
into my mouth, and started sucking it.  I wanted his hard
meat in my mouth.  My pussy was dripping over with a
combination of the stranger's come and my passion juices.
Within seconds I had his entire length in my throat, and was
fucking his cock with my mouth!
     He pushed my head away.  I couldn't believe it!  I was
sucking his dick like a Singapore whore, and he pushed me
away.  I didn't have long to dwell on why he'd done it.  He
put his hands on my shoulders again, this time making me
stand again in front of him.  He turned me around, my back
against his chest.  He guided me to the foot of the couch,
and turned me so I was facing the couch, but separated by the
large rolling padded arm of the imposing piece of furniture.
Then his hands were on my shoulders, but from the back.  He
was pushing me downward, over the couch arms.  I complied.
If he wanted me to stand on my head, I would have done it.
     Cum was rolling down my legs.  I was mortified to be in
this position, playing the role of a whore.  But this man was
not to be denied.  He'd seen me service his two friends, and
now he wanted a piece of me also.  My body bent over the
armrests, my face on the couch, my feet on the floor, my ass
high in the air.  He touched me between my legs.  Without his
telling me, I knew to part them.  His hand reached down
between my legs and ran firm against my pussy.  I wiggled my
ass in the air, waiting for his cock to pierce my cunt.  I
wasn't prepared for his next move.
     He took his hand, coated with my pussy juices, and ran
it up my ass, over my crack, and smeared my ass hole with the
gooey substance.  The next thing I felt was his hard cock
pushing against my ass, pushing into me, fucking my ass hole
without any warning.  Before I could stop him, he'd already
sunk half his hard dick into me.  I stifled a scream.  It was
alright.  He was treating me like a whore, and I was a whore.
I relaxed my ass muscles.  Phillip had fucked my ass hole on
a number of occasions.  I wasn't a virgin, and this guy
didn't have as big a cock as my husband.  I could take it.  I
wanted to take it.  I wanted him to fuck me there.
     As I relaxed myself, his hard cock pushed further in.
His hands reached around and under me, grabbing my breasts,
squeezing the nipples.  He squeezed them until he hurt me.  I
cried out.  He didn't care.  He pulled, and twisted and
pinched them harder, all the time fucking me with deeper and
harder strokes.  He released one tit and reached up, to the
wall and turned on the light switch.  The room flooded with
light, and for the first time since this began, I was able to
see everything in the room.  I saw the two other men who had
already fucked me.  They were sitting, one on the desk, the
other in a chair, both still naked, both pulling on their
cocks.  I looked each man in the eye.  They were transfixed
watching their friend fuck my ass hole, finger my nipples.  I
know I should have been embarrassed, I should have felt
shame.
     But all I felt was hot lust.  I motioned to the man
sitting on the desk.  He didn't need a second invitation.  As
he stood and walked toward me, I licked my lips.  I wanted a
cock in my mouth.  I didn't know if he was the one who fucked
my pussy or mouth before.  It didn't matter.  I was ready for
some mouth dick, and his was the nearest.  As his hard cock
slid into my warm, wet mouth, I could taste my pussy on him.
Yes, he had been the cunt fuck, and now he would know my
mouth.  That was alright.  I only wished there was some way
to get the third cock into the action.
     The man in my ass was speeding up now.  I knew he
couldn't last long.  My pussy is tight, but my ass hole is
much tighter!  I met his jabs, thrust for thrust, as he
continued the abuse of my ass hole.  All the while, I sucked
on the other cock as if it were the last one in the world.
This went on for another three minutes or so, and I felt the
man behind me start to pump his cum into my ass.  Balancing
myself on one arm, I reached up and began pulling on the cock
in my mouth.  He went over the edge with this additional
stimulation.  Soon cum was shooting into both ends of me.
And soon it was running down my chin, and down my legs!
     I was exhausted!  Both men pulled away from me at the
same time.  I fell over the armrests, and into the couch.  No
more!  I could take no more!  My dress was a mess, my hair
was disheveled, my makeup gone.  Any lipstick I once had on
was now coating the dicks of the three men who had treated me
like a common slut!
     I don't remember much more about the next few hours.
Each man fucked me once more, I do remember that.  And then
they left, all three of them.  The man who had brought me to
the back room told me to get fixed up, that it was after
10:00 and the store was closing.  I had to get out now, he
said.  He spoke to me like I was just an easy piece of ass!
Get moving, now, we're through with you, was his tone of
voice.
     I pulled myself together, left the store, (without the
shoes) and made my way to my car.  I stopped at a coffee shop
and used their rest room to clean myself up, fix my hair and
makeup.  But my cunt is so sore!  And my ass hole!  Which
brings us to now, as I head home, and face my husband.  He
will want to know where I've been, and what I've been doing.
He probably will want to know where my underwear is, where my
panty hose are, and why I stink of cum.
     Oh, well, if he asks, I guess I'll tell him.  But I know
what that'll mean.  I'll be up all night, fucking him too!