This is a sexually explicit story. If you are under eighteen then stop now. If you find this type of material offensive then don't read it, If you do decide to read it, I hope you enjoy and please let my wife and I know what you think! (bhandwalke@aol.com) Wife Stories #1 Copyright 1993 by Bhandwalker Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Dave and my wife's name is Lena. We have been happily married for the past 7 years and have two beautiful little girls. Our sex life has always been very good and we are both a little kinky. How this all started I'll never know, but now that it has it's hard to put an end to it. About a year ago my best friend Kyle came down to our house to spend the evening watching a few movies and check out some new programs for the computer. The kids had gone to their grandmothers for the weekend and we had the house to ourselves. I decided we needed some beer and perhaps some spaghetti for supper. Lena suggested we all take a ride to the store and pick up what we wanted. Everything was going well and we had a nice supper and drank a few brews. Lena had also picked up a bottle of wine and was feeling fine. Later, we all settled down on the couch to watch a movie. I was sitting on the end, with Lena in the middle and Kyle on the other side. We were all getting into the movie when I felt Lena's hand start to rub my cock through my pants. Well, it was kind of dark and I wasn't feeling to bad myself so I just enjoyed it and started to fell her tits discreetly. Kyle was still enjoying the movie so I decided to get a little more daring. I reached up under her shirt and starting squeezing her bare breasts. Let me tell you, my wife has the most magnificent tits with nipples that stand out a good half inch and they were rock hard. I guess having her tits felt up while another man was only inches away was a real turn on for her. She nonchalantly laid her head on my shoulder and arched her back so I could get better access to her beautiful tits. While we were doing this she was drinking more wine and getting more daring in her actions. She lifted her shirt, exposing one of her breast and kissed me deeply. I think Kyle was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable but just continued to watch the movie pretending to be oblivious to what was going on. Lena continued to heat up and lifted her shirt exposing both of her tits and was moaning slightly as I continued to massage them for her. At this point I could see Kyle stealing glances towards her chest but pretended not to notice. Like I said before she has a gorgeous set of tits and I was for some reason getting extremely turned on knowing another man was enjoying the view. Lena then shifted her body and laid her head on my lap like she was tired and her feet were resting against Kyle's legs. She made no effort to cover her tits and I continued to play with them. I think it was at this point that Kyle lost all interest in the movie and got really interest in what was happening in front of his eyes. Well after about forty five minutes of massaging her tits I wanted more. I placed my hand on her pussy and started rubbing it through her pants. She really seemed to like this and started moaning a little louder. While I rubbing her ass and pussy I noticed her feet had made there way to Kyle's lap and he was rubbing them for her. I really didn't know what to think but at that moment she slowly unzipped my pants and took my cock out and Kyle rubbing her feet was the least of my concerns. She took her finger and placed it in her mouth looked me in the eyes and started sucking on it. During all this her tits were totally exposed and Kyle was getting an eyeful. She then took her saliva moistened finger and started running it in a circular motion around the head of my cock. I really couldn't take much more. I was more excited then I had been in quite a while and my cock had taken on a life of it's own. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down towards my cock hoping she would get the hint. She did, and in a flash was giving me one of her expert blowjobs. Her head was bobbing up and down and I was watching her beautiful face as she sucked me off. At this point I glanced back towards Kyle and saw that he had his hand between my wife's legs and was rubbing her pussy through her pants. She had made no effort do stop him and I decided "what the hell". Her tits had been exposed practically all night so I stopped her from sucking my cock long enough to lift her shirt off. I then told her she should lose her pants. In record time she had them off and was totally naked with her head in my lap and her legs draped over Kyle's thigh's. She went back to playing with my cock and Kyle now had easy access to her beautiful pussy and was exploring her like there was no tomorrow. Deciding to enjoy what was going on I laid my head back and closed me eyes. My wife's warm mouth was working it's magic while my best friend was playing with her pussy. All of a sudden she lifted her head off my cock and let out a little yelp. It seems Kyle had tired of feeling her up and had replaced his fingers with his tongue. He was eating her cunt and she was loving it. I decided at this point I was going to get undressed myself. I got up off the couch and removed my pants and shirt and watched my wife with her eyes closed lay back as my best friend renewed his oral assault on her pussy. I stood there and stroked my cock while I watched him reach up and feel her tits while continuing so eat her out. I knelt beside the couch and started stroking my wife's face as my friend continued to eat her cunt and play with her big tits. She turned toward me and smiled and told me to fuck her face. I placed my cock between her lips and slowly pumped in and out of her mouth as I watched Kyle play with her. I then told Kyle he should try her mouth while I fucked her. She seemed to like this idea because she got on all fours on the couch and presented her beautiful ass and pussy to both of us. Kyle got undressed and moved around to her head while I licked her ass and rubbed her clit. I looked up to see my beautiful wife stroking his cock while sucking on his balls. I then mounted her from behind and pumped my cock into her pussy while she continued to suck Kyle like a wanton slut. She was loving the attention and was grinding her hips into me as I fucked her. I was close to cumming and when I saw her turn around and smile at me while stroking Kyle's cock that's all it took. I took my cock out and sprayed her ass with what felt like a gallon of cum. My wife then took her right hand and while continuing to stroke Kyle with her left, rubbed my cum into her pussy and all over her ass. The sight of this must of pushed Kyle over the edge too, I heard him grunt and saw my wife lower her head onto his cock and swallow every drop. She then lifted her head off his cock, wiped her lips and gave us both a big kiss. Kyle stayed that night on the couch while we slept upstairs. In the morning none of us mentioned what had happened the night before and Kyle left for home after breakfast. He's been back since and everytime he comes over we end up fucking and sucking my wife more intensely then before. This is a sexually explicit story. If you are under eighteen then stop now. If you find this type of material offensive then don't read it, If you do decide to read it, I hope you enjoy and please let my wife and I know what you think! (bhandwalke@aol.com) Wife Stories #2 Copyright 1994 by Bhandwalker After our first experience with Kyle our lives pretty much returned to normal. Not much was said about the incident. Kyle and I continued to talk on the phone at regular intervals and no mention was made of the fact that I had watched him pump his cum into Lena's mouth, my beautiful wife of seven years. Four months after the first encounter I again invited Kyle down to our house. He had acquired some new computer programs and we were going to check them out. When Kyle decided to accept my invitation to come down and perhaps spend the night I called my wife at work. I asked her if she would mind if Kyle came down. She didn't even hesitate and said that it was OK with her. Later in the conversation she told me she would pick up some wine and beer at the store on her way home. Well, her quick acceptance told me she was looking forward to some company, maybe even a little something else. Truthfully, I was getting turned on picturing her with another man and decided to set up a little surprise for her. I remembered an old computer program I had downloaded some years before. I believe the name of it is INTERSEX or something to that effect. Basically, it's a X-rated version of monopoly, with players buying up property. When you land on someone else's property you are expected to pay the rent. There are two options, either "pay" or "work". If you choose to pay the money that's fine, on the other hand you can choose to "work" which means you have to perform a computer generated task on the owner. Oh, and if your out of money you really don't have a choice! I found the game on a diskette way back in the archives and installed it on the hard drive. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it yet, but just in case, it was available. Kyle arrived about an hour later and we sat down and talked for a while. He told me about his new job and filled me in on what had been going on in his life. I told him Lena was still at work but she would be home in an hour or so. We decided to use this free time to go and check out the programs he had brought over on the computer. We went up to the bedroom, where it just happens the computer is, and looked over what he had brought. The programs were OK, but my mind was on other things. During this entire time no mention was made of what had happened with my wife on his previous visit. I mentioned that I had just downloaded a new "adult" type game for the PC. Kyle smiled and checked the game out briefly. I had never played it before so I didn't really know what to expect. We both scanned a few rolls of the dice and still didn't really know what to expect. We then turned off the computer and went downstairs to have a beer before Lena came home. Lena arrived home at around 6:00pm. She said "hi" to us and went into the kitchen to put away the wine and beer she had bought at the store. I slipped into the kitchen to give her a kiss hello and she greeted with an deep kiss. Deciding not to rush things too much I grabbed a couple of beers and went back into the living room with Kyle. I gave Kyle his beer and we sat on opposite ends of the coach to watch a little TV. Lena came in shortly and sat down between us. We all talked for awhile and had a few more drinks. I mentioned to Lena the new "adult" style game I had downloaded. She seemed interested in the game and asked what it involved. We both told her we had only looked at it briefly and were not really sure. I told Lena we had a few more things to take care of on the computer and asked Kyle to come upstairs with me. We went upstairs and were playing a new game he had brought over when Lena came in. She had changed into her silk robe and was holding a class of wine and feeling quite good. She mentioned the game and said she wanted to see it. I ran the game and set it up for three players. There were different levels of play, such as G, PG, R, X. We chose the X level. I went first and it started out basically the same as monopoly, you rolled the dice and bought up property. We all had money at the start so for about three turns around the board everyone was basically safe. We all had some properties and were low on money at this point. I was the first to run out of money and had to pay the rent by "working". The so called "task" started out fairly simple, things like tell a fantasy or remove one article of clothing. As the game went on I had lost my shirt and was sitting in just me pants. I think this was the turning point, we had been drinking some more and were all kind of excited at the thought of what we were doing. The is something strangely exciting when a computer randomly generates a sexual task for you. On the next turn Lena landed on one of Kyle's properties. She had enough money to pay the "rent" but decided to be frugal and "work" instead, the "task" was to remove her shirt. Since all she had on was a silk robe she untied the sash and slipped her robe off exposing her luscious breasts. She stood before us with her beautiful tits jutting out and a pair of white cotton panties covering her sweet pussy. Kyle and I looked at her and smiled and went back to playing the game, not wanting to spoil the atmosphere. I took my turn and landed on one of my wife's properties. I was out of money and had to preform one of the specified "tasks". I had to lick her tits for two minutes. My wife said that sounded OK to her and I set about doing my duty. I licked her tits and sucked on her nipples for a good five minutes. I could feel Kyle's eyes on us as but at this point I didn't care. My wife was moaning softly and enjoying the sensation of having her tits sucked in front of another man. I could see her looking at Kyle while I sucked her tits, she would look him in the eyes, smile, and run her tongue around her lips. She sure didn't seem too shy right now. We wrapped up our "task" and got back to the game. It was now Kyle's turn and he landed on one of Lena's properties. At this point he had enough of the "pay" and chose to "work". The so-called "task" was simple enough. It said he had to kiss my wife deeply, using some tongue for three minutes. I wasn't really sure how Lena would respond to this but she didn't leave me guessing for long. She leaned over Kyle's chair, and with her tits hanging in his face started kissing him. I watched as my wife plunged her tongue into his mouth and was kissing him like a pro. This went on for the allotted three minutes (I was timing them!). My wife broke the kiss and smiled at Kyle. She then turned to me, smiled, and pinched her own nipples for just me to see. It was the time to get back to the game. My next turn was uneventful. Lena then went and landed on my property. Again, even though she had the money she chose to "work" vs "pay. The computer told her she had to suck my cock for two minutes. I stood in front of my wife and dropped my pants. I still had my underwear on and she reached up and pulled them down. My cock was sticking straight out in front of her and she reached out and stroked it. My wife then started sucking my cock for all she was worth. It was the most intense blow job she had ever given me. She was extremely hot and was squeezing my ass and fingering my balls while she sucked and liked my cock. At the end of three minutes she stood up, wiped her lips, and suggested we get back to the game. I had a raging hard-on and my balls were starting to ache. On the next turn Kyle landed on Lena's property. He had lost all his money and had no choice but to "work". Although at this point he could have been the richest player and he still would have "worked". The task he had drawn was to eat out my wife for 5 minutes. At this point my wife was putting on a hell of a show. She stood up, looked me in the eye and lowered her panties. She was now totally nude and very proud of her body. My wife keeps her pussy shave around the lips and she was ready for action. She laid on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, grabbed both of her tits and told Kyle to get to it. He looked at me and I smiled and shook me head. He the got between my wife's legs and slowly liked all around her mound. She was moaning and kneading her tits while he teased all around her pussy. Finally, after about a minute of this Kyle stuck his tongue deep in her pussy. She let out a little scream, and Kyle ate her hard for the next two minutes. I was getting quite turned on by the sight of my wifed being eaten out by another man. At the end of the three minutes I had to remind them it was time to stop. It was time to turn the game off and just let Lena take over. My wife grabbed both of our cocks and had us sit one the edge of the bed together. She then knelt in front of us and started to alternately suck one cock as she played with the other. She told us to use her as our "slut" for the night. I hesitated and asked her if she was sure. She just smiled back and said she wanted to be our "slut" and would do anything we wanted. Who am I to argue with my wife! I then told her I wanted to see her suck Kyle's cock as I fucked her from behind. She had Kyle get on the bed and started giving him a great blow job. Lena the raised her ass towards me and spread her pussy lips with two fingers. I climbed behind her ass and slipped my cock in her pussy. As I was pumping her pussy I could see her licking and sucking on Kyle's cock. He was moaning and playing with her hair as she sucked him. I was getting close to cumming so I pulled out and told her I wanted to play with her tits now. She pulled her head off of Kyle's cock and rolled over exposing her big tits in there most perfect position. I was on her right side and Kyle was on her left. We both grabbed one of her tits and starting squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She had her eyes closed and was smiling. I lowered my head and started liking her tits and sucking on her nipples. Kyle moved down to her pussy and was sucking on her clit and running his tongue over her pussy lips. She raised her ass to meet his mouth and grabbed my head and started kissing me. She was giving me the wettest, sloppiest kiss and it was great. We continued kissing for what seemed like hours while Kyle ate her pussy. I looked to down to see how Kyle was doing and saw his cock positioned at the entrance to my wife's pussy. He was rubbing the head up and down the length of her pussy lips and it was covered with her wetness. Lena then turned over and got on all fours. She motioned for me to put my cock in her mouth and had Kyle get behind her to fuck her pussy. My wife lowered her head to my crotch and started sucking my cock. She had also spread her pussy so Kyle could stick his cock in. I could feel her riding his cock as she gave me another great blow job. She looked so hot with a cock sliding in and out of her pussy while she was sucking me. After about ten minutes I couldn't take it anymore. Kyle had been fucking her faster and harder, and the sight plus the sensation on my cock was more then I could stand. My wife doesn't enjoy the taste of cum all that much and prefers to use it as skin cream. I told her I was about to cum and she looked me in the eyes and jerked my cum all over her face and tits. Kyle then let out a moan as he squirted a load all over her ass and pussy. We all fell asleep after that. I was awakened twice in the night by the sound of my wife and Kyle having sex. Once when I awakened she was sitting on top of Kyle's cock bouncing up and down as he played with her tits. The other time I looked over and he was fucking her tits as she licked the end of his cock. The next day we all felt pretty good and had a big breakfast together. Kyle then said good-bye and said we should get together again soon! This is a sexually explicit story. If you are under eighteen then stop now. If you find this type of material offensive then don't read it, If you do decide to read it, I hope you enjoy and please let my wife and I know what you think! (bhandwalke@aol.com) Wife Stories #3 Copyright 1995 by Bhandwalker Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Dave and I'm a successful computer professional. I'm married with children and lead a perfectly normal, white, middle-class lifestyle. My wife's name is Lena and she is the best thing that has ever happened to me, she is a great mother and the perfect companion. There is only one problem, I have a tendency to want to see my beautiful wife fuck around with other men, not very often mind you, but the thought of Lena and another guy together gets me very excited. I had this fantasy filled once when, after a night of drinking she let one of my friends who was staying over get a little closer the he should have. Bob is friend I had while in High School. We live a couple of hours apart so when we visit each other we usually spend the night, due to the fact we like to relive our youth, and I guess for better or worse that included some heavy duty partying. Hey, at least now we have enough sense not to drive afterward! Bob called me on Tuesday and asked if we had any plans this weekend. As is happens we were not planning on doing much of anything so we decided to get together on Saturday evening. As I mentioned earlier we usually plan on staying the night when we visit and Bob asked if that was OK with Lena. I had Bob hold on while I asked Lena what she thought. She said that would be fine with her and that she was looking forward to the company. I told Bob everything was all set and I'd see him on Saturday. During the rest of the week I decided to test the waters with my wife. I wanted to see her with another guy and thought this was as good a chance as any. Bob was a good friend who I could trust to be both discrete and safe. During a particularly heated lovemaking session one night I started whispering to her how it would turn me on to see her with another man, or in a threesome with myself and another man. She started saying how I was really turning her on and I better stop that kind of talk or she might just be a really BAD girl Saturday. I asked her what she meant by bad, and she proceeded to tell me that she found Bob very attractive and if I wanted to see her stuffed with another guy's cock that it could be arranged. Well, I was taken a bit by surprise by my wife's statement, I wasn't sure if she was serious or just fantasizing. Not one to push my luck I just smiled at her and pumped her pussy full of cum. She came in a series of orgasms and we fell asleep holding each other. Saturday morning was spent cleaning the house and getting ready for our company to arrive. Lena was looking very sexy in her bathrobe as she was vacuuming the bedroom. I came up behind her and reached around to feel her tits, she offered no resistance and turned her face over her shoulder and smiled at me. My wife then asked me if I was serious about what I had said during our last lovemaking session. I told her that the thought of her and Bob together made me very hot and we would just have to see what developed. As I was telling her this I was also playing with her nipples and kissing her neck. She started moaning and I had her lay down on the bed and started giving her a erotic back massage. I told her that I wanted her to shave her pussy and dress hot tonight. She just moaned an unintelligible response and continued to enjoy her massage. Deciding to conserve my strength, in case things got interesting later, I told her we needed to get back to work and get the housework done. She seemed a bit flustered but agreed. That afternoon Bob came down to our house to visit. He arrived at about 4:00pm and we made plans for the evening's entertainment. While we were talking my wife said she wanted to take a shower and get ready to go out, so she excused herself and headed off to the upstairs bathroom with a devilish smile on her face. Bob and I continued to talk about what we might do this weekend and watched a little TV. While we were discussing the future impact of the internet on mainstream society Bob mentioned that I was lucky to have a wife like Lena. I asked him why he said that and he told me that she was a knockout and wished he could find a women as sexy and beautiful as her. While thanking him for the compliment I told him that Lena had mentioned that she thought he was "hot" as well. Bob looked kind of surprised at my remark and I added, "maybe tonight she'll show you her stuff". He laughed and said to stop fucking with his head. I assured him I was serious and that if Lena wanted to get friendly with him I would gladly let her, as long as he didn't mind me there too. Bob told me that he would dance naked on Main St. in order to get a shot at my wife. It was my turn to laugh and we went back to our somewhat ominous discussion of the "information superhighway". About an hour later Lena came downstairs. She was wearing a tight blue dress that accented her large breasts and was quite short, going down to about midthigh. My wife was also wearing black pantyhose (or so I thought, I later learned she was wearing garters) and her blonde hair and blue eyes looked so different, she had an almost "slutty" sort of look which I thought was unbelievably sexy. She rejoined us in the conversation and I excused myself in order to use the facilities. I went upstairs into our bedroom and noticed that even though I had made the bed earlier in the day it looked a little disheveled. Upon closer inspection I noticed a circular wet spot on the bedspread, now what could that be? I checked in the bathroom which was still steamy and warm and smelled like baby powder, on the edge of the tub sat my wife's razor and a can of shaving cream, along with a bottle of baby oil. I peered into the tub and saw that she must have shaved something and I was hoping it was her pussy! It looked like Lena was preparing herself for one of her all night sex sessions and we had company downstairs, now I was optimistic things might just get interesting from this point on. Lena had arranged for a baby-sitter to watch the kids for a few hours so we decided to go out for dinner. The sitter arrived at about 5:15pm and we said our good-bye's and headed for the city. We had decided on an Italian restaurant and proceeded to drive there. On the way to the restaurant we stopped at a local convenience store to buy some beer and wine for latter that night, we picked up a case of Molson Ice for Bob and I, and two bottles of wine for Lena. We were driving in my pickup truck (picked conveniently since it has one bench seat!) and things were a bit cramped. Lena was sitting between Bob and myself and both of them had started drinking. It takes about forty-five minutes to get to the city so they had time for a couple of beers each. I noticed that Bob and Lena had a lot to say to each other and were carrying on quite an animated conversation as I drove, also it was apparent that my wife was flirting incessantly. She would stroke his leg as she said things and her dress had risen up about three inches so that it was barely covering her pussy. Also I noticed that when she would reach down for a beer on the floorboard her tits would just about spill out of her dress, and the next time she went for a drink she continued to talk with Bob while bending over, knowing full well that her ample cleavage was clearly in his view. At last we reached the restaurant and went inside for dinner. We continued our good natured conversation and all had a couple of glasses of wine. After dinner Bob excused himself and went to restroom. Lena asked if things were going OK? I asked her what she meant by that and she said , "Do you still want me to fool around with Bob?". I told her yes and assured her that I loved her dearly, but just thinking about her fooling around got me hard. My wife smiled and kissed me just as Bob returned. We paid the bill and headed back home. On the way back we stopped at the video store to pick up a few movies. Lena picked out a couple while Bob and I waited in the truck due to the fact we couldn't find a parking spot and it was just easier to drop her off and pick her up at the door. When she got back in we asked what she picked out and she told us to mind our business and waved her finger at both of us in a admonishing fashion. Lena said that we needed a few groceries and asked that I stop at the grocery store as well. We all went in, but Bob and I lingered behind to watch my wife's ass as she went about picking up a few items. I think she was aware of the attention because she would bend way over to check things out on the bottom shelves and when she did this her dress would ride up to just below her ass, then she would turn around and look at us while in this position and smile. Upon exiting the grocery store we ran into a small problem, it had started pouring and here we were with a large bag of groceries and three of us in the truck. We couldn't but the groceries in back because of the rain so I suggested that Lena put the groceries next to me and that she go ahead and sit on Bob's lap. She readily agreed and we were off. While driving I noticed that my wife was moving ever so slightly. While trying not to be obvious I glanced over at them. I had not heard any conversation lately and now I could see the far side of Lena's right tit moving as if someone was feeling the side of it. I wondered if Bob was trying his luck, while I was pondering this I saw Bob's hand come around the front of my wife's dress and he started playing with her tits in earnest. Lena turned and they began kissing passionately, their tongues lashing back and forth. Well this was an interesting sight! I watched as Bob pulled down the front of her dress and then Lena grabbed her skirt and while bending off Bob's lap, pulled it up around her waist exposing her garters and scantily covered ass. She then smiled and settled down on Bob's lap. All he could do was moan in appreciation of the sight of my wife's ass and the feel of it as she rotated her ass on his pants covered cock. He reached between her legs and while continuing to kiss her played with her tits and rubbed her pussy gently through her panties. She was as hot as a firecracker and I thought he might get laid right there in the truck. However we were just about home so I spoke up and told them they better get straightened up so the baby-sitter wouldn't get an eyeful! Bob and my wife quickly made themselves presentable and I pulled into the driveway. We went in the house and found that he kids were already sleeping I and paid the baby-sitter, as she was preparing to leave I noticed that she kept stealing glances at Bob's crotch. I took a look and he still had a tent pole in his pants, I guess my wife really excited him! While I was letting the sitter out the door my wife headed upstairs to change and Bob went to sit on the couch. While she was upstairs Bob and I looked at the movies Lena had pick out. They were X-rated and mentioned the word "double" quite a bit. It seems these were porn flicks involving one women with multiple male partners. Well without further delay I told Bob we were in for some fun. I put one of the tapes in and started the movie. It started out with a married women fucking her husbands co-workers behind his back and loving it. After we were about ten minutes into the movie Lena came downstairs wearing her garter, panties and a bra. This outfit left little to the imagination and Bob looked very pleased at what he saw. My wife then realized what we were watching and headed into the kitchen to get us all a drink without saying a word. She then walked back to the couch and handed us our beers and sat down in between us. She then looked at me with a somewhat questioning expression and I smiled at her and told her she was beautiful and I wanted her to get busy. She then turned her attention to Bob, my wife asked him if he wanted a blowjob and he responded with an enthusiastic "Yes". Lena dropped to her knees in front of Bob as he stood to remove his pants. She reached out and lowered his underwear and set his cock free for the first time tonight. My wife then shocked me by having Bob turn around and licking all around his asshole while she lovingly stroked his eight inch cock and gently kneaded his nuts. By now Bob was hard as a rock and so was I for that matter! Bob proceeded to sit back down on the couch and my wife settled in between his legs to give his cock the attention it deserved. She was insatiable, sucking the entire eight inches into her mouth so that her lips were resting on his balls and then slowing licking her way back up. While this was going on I got behind my wife and removed her panties, she had shaven her entire pussy bare and was wetter then I had ever seen her! What a sight, my best friend was sitting on the couch with his pants off and head thrown back while my lovely bride was noisily slurping away at his cock and balls, and I was about to dive into the most beautiful shaved pussy I had ever seen. Her pussy was puffy and glistening with moisture as I brought my lips to it. I have never been so excited in my life, I was about to eat my wife's pussy as she was blowing my best friend. After about ten minutes of pussy eating and cock sucking I suggested we go up to the bedroom, we didn't want the kids to wake up and find their mother naked on the living room floor. My wife quickly put her panties back on, and Bob his pants, then we all grabbed another drink and headed for the bedroom. Once inside we locked the door and got back to our fun. My computer is in the bedroom so I sat in the chair while Bob and Lena got on the bed. I told them I needed to call into work and check my messages but that I would love for them to continue what they had started downstairs. Bob seemed to be growing more aggressive with my wife and told her to take off all of her clothes. She unsnapped her garters and removed them slowly, looking into Bob's eyes the whole time. Then she stood up and removed her Bra exposing her 38C breast's and then almost absentmindedly began to pinch her own nipples. All she had left on was her panties and she was standing directly in front of Bob, I watched as he reached out, grasped her panties and tugged them down to her ankles exposing her freshly shaved pussy. My wife then lifted one leg and kicked off what remained of her panties. She was now totally nude in front of another man with her husband in the same room. She was shaking from the excitement she was feeling, and her pussy looked to be extremely wet. Bob then took his right hand and inserted two fingers into her cunt and began to finger my wife. She then proceeded to tell him how good it felt and said she wanted to suck his cock again. Bob then ordered her to get on the bed and play with herself while he got undressed. My wife jumped into the bed, spread her legs and started massaging her clit while running her fingertips over her big tits. I had a perfect view of her pussy and was enjoying the sight of her masturbating, when Bob, now totally nude, knelt down on the bed by my wife's head. I watched as she looked at him hungrily and wrapped her left hand around his cock and guided it to her mouth, she licked and sucked his cock while he was busy finger fucking her bald pussy. My wife gives great head and Bob looked as if he wasn't going to last much longer without cumming. As his face contorted and he was about to cum he told Lena to get ready and then straddled her head. With his dick aimed out towards her tits Bob told her to lick his balls and ass while he started furiously pumping his cock. She obliged and started sucking his balls and licking his ass, just as Bob was about to cum my wife stuck her finger up his ass and lapped noisily at his balls. This put him over the edge and he let a load fly all over my wife, the first spurt went the farthest and landed directly on her bald pussy, the next three spurts weren't quite as powerful and landed on her stomach and tits. Bob looked as if he were in another world and excused himself to use the bathroom. After he went downstairs I went over and laid down next to Lena. She looked so happy and content and moaned as I rubbed another man's cum into her skin, she then pushed my head down between her legs and told me to eat her. Who was I to argue and began to eat her pussy, there is nothing in this world better then eating pussy, and when my wife shave's, it is a treat to feast on her charms. While I was munching down Bob must have returned because all of a sudden Lena was talking to someone other then me. She was telling Bob how good it felt to have her husband eating her pussy with him right there and reached out and started stroking his cock again. Bob was already sporting another erection and was rubbing my wife's big tits. She was loving the attention and pushed my head away from her pussy, my wife then got on all fours and started to give my best friend another blowjob. While she was sucking him off she looked over her shoulder at me and asked if she was being a BAD girl. I told my wife she was being very naughty and deserved a spanking. We don't get into S&M at all but an occasional light spanking turns us both on. I slapped her on the ass while she was sucking Bob's cock and she picked up the pace ever so slightly. I continued to spank her ass and she was moaning around my friends cock every time my hand made contact. Bob told me he had never seen a women as hot as my wife and asked me if he could fuck her. I told him he needed to ask Lena that, and she blurted out that somebody better fuck her soon and she really didn't care which one of us that was. I told Bob he had his answer and got off the bed and took my clothes off for the first time that night. I watched as Bob got behind my wife and guided his eight inch cock into her wet bald pussy. Lena was wiggling her ass and told him to fuck her good. He needed no further encouragement and starting ramming his dick in and out of her in earnest. I stepped in front of my wife and she smiled at me, reached out to grab my cock and started to lovingly stroke it. My wife then told me she wanted me to cum all over her face as another man fucked her and proceeded to lick and suck my dick. Well I hadn't cum yet and the sight I had before me was certainly erotic, it wasn't too long before that old familiar feeling started and I knew I was about to cum. I heard Bob say he was going to cum. My wife turned to him and said "Shoot your cum all over my ass baby" and I watched as Bob pulled his cock out of her tight cunt and poured his seed all over ass. This was all it took and I proceeded to shoot my load all over my lovely wife's face. She had her mouth open and was trying to catch what she could. God, she looked beautiful. All covered and cum and looking so damn content, I guess she could be a real slut at times and I loved it. Sensing we had enough for one night Bob went down to sleep on the couch. I held my wife in my arms and told her she was the one I loved for all time and she thanked me for all the attention she had received and said that she loved me too. We then made slow passionate love and fell asleep together. We continue to have a great relationship and if anything or sex life is better. Also, the memories I have of that night have been the basis of many great masturbation sessions. Last week she asked me when Bob was coming down again and if he had any friends he could bring. Who knows, perhaps a little gang-bang is in order. Whatever happens I'm sure it will be loads of fun and provide many interesting memories. This is a sexually explicit story. If you are under eighteen then stop now. If you find this type of material offensive then don't read it, If you do decide to read it, I hope you enjoy and please let my wife and I know what you think! (bhandwalke@aol.com) Wife Stories #4 Copyright 1995 by Bhandwalker This is a story about my lovely wife Lena, and my chance to get one of my biggest fantasies fulfilled. Lena is 5'4", blonde hair, and has a body that won't quit. She also has a great set of tits, size 36D, with the hardest nipples I have ever seen. Lena also keeps her pussy almost completely clean shaven, with just a small tuft of hair about an inch or so above her clit. My biggest fantasy has always been to watch her have sex with other men. I know this must sound strange, but nothing turns me on more then to fantasize about her touching strange cocks, sucking on them until their owners spurt all over her face and tits and then letting them fuck her until they make a sticky mess of her freshly shaved pussy. Recently I have hinted to the wife that I would like to add some excitement to our sex lives. Not that it is becoming routine or anything, but I told her I would like for us to try to experience some kinkier sex. With a gleam in her eye Lena asked what types of things I had in mind? I told her of my fantasy to see her have sex with another man and she took it rather well. I wasn't really sure what to expect from her, she definitely was not a prude, but suggesting your wife go out and fuck another guy is not the type of conversation one normally holds with his wife. She told me she would think about it and gave me a kiss on the cheek and went to visit one of her friends, Pam for coffee. Later that night, while we were lying in bed, Lena asked if I was serious about what I had said earlier. I told her that thinking about her having sex with someone else while I watched and joined in turned me on incredibly. Also, I told Lena that I loved her very much and wanted her to feel comfortable and have a good time if we ever had the chance to give this a try. She surprised me by saying that she had already picked the guy she wanted to do and in fact had done him already! I couldn't believe my ears! All I could do was smile at her and asked what had happened. Lena asked if I remembered Clyde. Clyde was the ex boyfriend of her friend Pam that she had visited earlier in the day. I remember Lena telling me once about the time she had spent the night at Pam's house and went bar hopping with her, and Clyde had hit on her. It seems while at the bar he had whispered in my wife's ear that he really would like to fuck her. At the time this all happened she told me she got really pissed at him and thought he was a jerk and Pam was too good for him. Well it seems that she held back on a few of the events that transpired that night. Lena told me that after they got back from the bar that night Pam had passed out and Clyde had put her to bed. He returned down to the living room where my wife was going to sleep on the couch with a couple of pillows for her and some blankets and sheets. I know for a fact that Lena gets very horny when she drinks, and she told me that night was no exception! Lena then proceeded to tell me how she told Clyde that he was so sweet for getting the blankets and gave him a small, open kiss on the lips. She then asked Clyde if he would help her make the bed after she changed into her pajama's. I remember the look in her eyes as she told me she had changed into this really skimpy purple negligee that I had bought for her and returned to the living room with him. She also mentioned that while she was in the bathroom changing, she had used one of Pam's razors to shave her pretty pussy and put a smooth coating of baby oil on it. She told me that his eyes about popped out of his head when she walked in and sat next to him on the couch. After watching TV for a little while she told me that Clyde again told her that he would love to have sex with her. My wife mentioned that his girlfriend, and her best friend, was sleeping just upstairs. Clyde said he didn't care and started to French kiss my wife deep and hard. She told me she had thought about stopping him, but the alcohol and the heat of the moment got the better of her. Lena said that she stood up and undressed in front of him while all the while looking directly into his eyes. Lena said she was now completely naked in front of Clyde and he wasted no time in roughly sucking her tits while sticking two fingers into her sopping wet and freshly shaven pussy. She told me that before they were through, he had fucked her twice and she had given him a messy blowjob as a good night present and he came all over her upturned face. Lena told me that she had really enjoyed herself that night and would love to be able to have Clyde stick his big cock into her pussy again while I watched and jerked off all over her face and tits. This was quite a turnaround from the sweet, relatively conservative wife I had known only a few short hours ago! Lena asked if it was OK for her to try and set something up. I told her that I would love to see her get fucked! About a week later she told me that she had spoken to Clyde. She made no mention of her husband to him and in fact told Clyde I would be out of town for the weekend and she would love to see him at our house Saturday night. Saturday arrived and Lena spent most of the day primping herself for the evenings activities. She took a long hot bath and trimmed her pussy. She put on a really hot red dress with no bra or panties. I mean this thing was HOT!, when she would bend over to pick something up off of the coffee table, the hem would ride up just enough to expose the bottom of her pouty pussy lips and ass. Clyde was due to arrive at 9:00pm and had no idea I was around. Lena suggested that I go to the store or something for an hour or so and she would get things warmed up! So off I went, just as I was turning down off of our street I saw a blue pickup pull into my driveway. This must be Clyde I thought to myself. In less then ten minutes I couldn't take it anymore and parked near the woods just behind our house. I crept into my own backyard and made my way to the patio doors that looked directly into our living room. Just as luck would have it the curtains were wide open and I had an unobstructed view of the entire room. I saw Clyde and my wife sitting on the couch each drinking a glass of wine. They appeared to be engaged in some light conversation. I also noticed that my wife's hand was resting on his thigh and she was slowing making her way to his crotch. Clyde then stood up and said something to my wife. She looked at him and smiled and while he was standing in front of her she started to unbuckle his pants. I couldn't believe I was finally going to have one of my biggest fantasies fulfilled! She had worked his pants down and was just starting to lower his underwear when she see me watching through the glass. She knowingly winked in my direction and set his massive cock free. Lena proceeded to give him one of the most erotic blowjobs of all time. She was taking the entire length of his cock down her throat and would offset this by taking his cock and rubbing it all over her face while making sure I had clear view. She could tell that he was about to cum so she stopped long enough to take off her dress. At this point my wife laid down on the floor, completely naked with her beautiful pussy just begging for a good tongue lashing. Clyde didn't disappoint her and crawled between her legs while swinging around into a sixty-nine position with her. He was licking and sucking her cunt like mad and Lena mouthed his cock like a true slut! At this point I was ready to get a little closer to the action and decided to act out the next scene in our little adventure. I let myself in through the kitchen and pretended to be surprised as I walked into the living room just as Clyde was slipping his big cock into my wife's pussy from behind. Clyde jumped up when he saw me and started apologizing like crazy. Lena on the other hand just stayed on the floor and started lightly massaging her clit and pinching her nipples. I told Clyde that it wasn't his fault that I married a nymphomaniac and perhaps my wife needed more then just one man to satisfy her. I told him he was welcome to stay the night and finish what my wife had started with him with no hard feelings between us. He shook my hand and said that I was one lucky guy to have Lena because she was definitely the hottest women he had ever seen. I looked down at his cock and saw that he was getting hard again after my rude interruption. I told him he could get back to where he was before I came in and he slapped my wife on the ass and told her to get back on all fours. She assumed the position with a tremendous smile on her face and spread her pussy lips with two fingers so Clyde could again stick his cock into her from behind. He started to stroke his cock in and out of my wife's pussy with a nice steady rhythm. I decided it was time to get undressed and finally set my own throbbing cock free for the first time that night. I then proceeded to knell down in front of Lena's face and inserted my cock between her ruby lips while Clyde continued to pump her from behind. What a great feeling it was to see my wife totally satisfied as my long awaited fantasy came true. Clyde announced that he was going to cum and Lena turned her face towards him and told him to splash it all over her ass. I watched as he pulled out of her pussy and let his cum fly. It erupted with such force that not only was her ass covered in cum but also most of her back and some even got into her hair. She loved it and started moaning around my cock while rubbing his cum into her skin like some expensive body lotion. Clyde got up onto the couch with a big smile and sat to watch my wife suck me off. I told Clyde that there was a camera in the drawer just beside him and asked if he would mind snapping a few pictures for me. He gladly agreed and I told him I wanted a good shot of my cum covering Lena's face. She heard us talking and started blowing me with a newfound enthusiasm. I told Clyde to get ready and pulled out of her mouth just in time to ejaculate all over her face, Clyde was snapping pictures, and Lena was rubbing her hands all around her face and smiling while my cum dripped down onto her big tits as well. Clyde and I sat down on the couch to have a beer while Lena went into the bathroom to clean up. Actually he was a great guy and we got along well. Soon, my wife reappeared looking as good as ever and still completely nude. It seems she was ready for another round as she wasted no time as she sat between us and started to jerk both of our cocks at the same time. Clyde was sitting on her left and I could see her wedding ring glistening in the light as she lovingly stroked his big cock. We all then went into the bedroom and got into bed. Lena again surprised me by saying she wanted to feel two cocks in her at the same time, one in her ass and one in her pussy. This totally blew my mind because the only other time we had tried anal sex she told me it hurt too much. (Little did I know that she had let another guy whom she had meet at a bar, fuck her in the ass in the restroom but that's another story!). So I laid back on the bed and she sat down onto my cock so that it slipped into her pussy and sort of leaned over on me. I felt Clyde get on the bed behind my wife's ass and had to spread my legs so he could have access to her. He slowly started to insert his large cock into my wife's asshole and I could feel it sliding in, only a thin membrane of skin separated his cock and mine. Soon we had established a nice rhythm and my wife was totally out of her mind with lust. She was screaming for us to fuck her hard and deep, and we did just that. After pounding her for about ten minutes we were both ready to explode. Clyde came first, he pulled his cock out of her ass and aimed it directly at her asshole. His cum splattered all over her ass and was dripping down onto my own balls. That was it and I exploded deep in her pussy. We all fell asleep and I was awakened in the morning by the sight of my wife's head bouncing up and down on Clyde's cock. Seems she didn't get enough the night before. I pretended to still be asleep and watched as she swallowed his cum with obvious enthusiasm. Later, after Clyde had left, Lena told me that she had a great time and I assured her that I did also. Hopefully it won't be the last! I L I K E T O D A N C E By: Lisa It all started because my husband, Jeremy, likes to show me off to his friends. I have a nice face, and a really good body. I stand 5'9" and weigh a trim 120 pounds, with long blonde hair and brown eyes. My husband says that I am a perfect "10". Whenever he goes on a business trip, Jeremy buys me exotic lingerie or a sexy swimsuit. Although the lingerie is used only in private moments with my husband, Jeremy has encouraged me to wear the most revealing swimsuits, or the skimpiest bikini, in public. I always seem to attract a lot of attention from the guys around the pool. I love it; I feel very daring and sexy. Last winter, Jeremy got excited about the idea of showing off more of my body in public. I felt shy about it, but since we try to help each other out with our fantasies, I thought I should at least try to go along with him. We explored lots of options, from nude beaches to posing for some modeling shots. Those ideas sounded fine to me, and I agreed to try some of them once the spring came. One day in April, my husband called me at work in the late afternoon. He sounded very excited, and told me to meet him at a night club called "The Twilight Room" as soon as I got off work. I had never heard of this place and needed directions. Jeremy claimed he had finally found our fantasy, but didn't elaborate on that. At 5:00pm, I got into my car and shot over to The Twilight Room, very curious to find out what all this excitement was about. Jeremy met me just inside the lobby, and then escorted me to a cozy booth in the corner. "What's up?" I asked him. With a sly grin, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper. He held it up for me to read. "It's an amatuer contest here at The Twilight Room!" he exclaimed. I looked at him blankly. "You know!" he continued. "Wet T-shirt. Topless, if you want!" Just then, the waitress brought our drinks. I do not think I ever needed one as badly as I did then. I was petrified, and cast about wildly for a way to talk him out of this insanity. Sitting topless on a beach or posing for pictures was one thing, but dancing nude in front of hundreds of strangers was more than I was ready for. Jeremy persisted, though, and over the next week I grew more and more accepting of the idea. I convinced myself that the $500 grand prize could buy us a mini vacation. I also noticed during this time that our lovemaking was even more passionate than usual, and on my part at least, I had fantasies of people looking at me. Finally, I agreed to do it. Since I had only two weeks to get ready, I arranged to go to a tanning salon every day after work to get rid of my winter whiteness. I have always been a good dancer, but each night I practiced and worked out a little routine to ZZ Top's song "Legs". My husband says that the song could have been written about me. It really turned Jeremy on to watch me dance, particularly the last sequence when I pulled off my pink T-shirt. He always had a huge hard-on when I finished, and I always put it to good use. I would take his cock into my mouth and suck on it, trying to swallow it down my greedy throat. As the contest drew closer, I noticed that the gobs of cum he shot down my throat each night only seemed to be more explosive and powerful. On the night of the contest, however, he practically had to drag me into The Twilight Room. The club was packed, and I noticed that at least three men I knew from work were there. I could have died. When I got backstage, I calmed down a little. Most of the others seemed scared, just as I was, to be here. We were all local girls in the amatuer contest and probably the majority of us had never done this sort of thing before. There were a dozen of us, and we helped each other with our hair and costumes. My husband had given me a large bottle of baby oil, and I dutifully rubbed the lotion over my body until I glistened like polished chrome. I was the last dancer to go out. The waiting was pure agony. I had a knot in my stomach, and could not see what was going on out front. But when each girl came back from her performance, I could see the excitement in her eyes. All of the ladies were beautiful, and I did not think I had one single chance at winning. I looked in the mirror, and adjusted the little pink hot pants and knotted the matching T-shirt tight in front. Finally, my name was called over the sound system. "Let's welcome our next contestant, a 22-year-old local girl named Lisa!" When I got on stage, I was surprised because the lights were so bright and so hot. I could not see anyone out in the audience, and that helped me to relax. The next thing I remember was that two handsome waiters came on stage, each with a large bucket. As the music started, each of them doused me with gallons upon gallons of water. As I danced, I was filled with a wonderful mixture of both fear and sensuality. I was aware of the tight, firm globes of my breasts covered by the thin, soaked T-shirt. I was aware of the hot pants I wore, and how they clung to my ass and hips. I heard roars and cheers coming from the men in the audience, and that only seemed to entice me even more. I started dancing like never before. Suddenly, I realized that the end of the song was very near. I almost hesitated, but the excitement was building within me so much that the thought of not taking my outfit off was the most dissapointing thought there could be. In one quick movement, I pulled the T-shirt off. The crowd cheered even louder. I was so hot and bothered that I could not even breathe. My nipples were tight and hard, and I ran my fingers over them. The energy in the club seemed to rise. The song had reached the last chorus when I realized that this was not enough for me. With that thought, I unbuckled the hot pants and got out of them as quickly as possible. I kept the tiny leather garment on a foot, and then kicked it into the audience. I was now standing in front of a crowd of men, perfectly, gloriously, and nude. The only things I were wearing was a pair of spiked high heels, along with my soaked blonde hair and oil-glistened skin. I imagined all of the men in the audience were sex-starved maniacs, and had visions of them coming onto the stage and fucking my body for hours and hours. The thought only made me more excited. The crowd went wild as I thrusted my pelvis toward them, while slowly running the tips of my fingers up the inside of my thighs, along the side of my mound. Then I took a finger and slid it down my flat belly and into my vaginal opening, closing my eyes, and cumming harder and more powerful than I had ever done before. The next thing I remember was that I had won the contest. The two waiters were up there with me, holding my arms high in the air and cheering. The emcee was shaking a big bottle of champagne and pointing it right at me. The cork was popped, and then the white, foamy champagne shot out all over my body and covered my skin. I closed my eyes and laughed, and then it seemed as though an earthquake hit as my body vibrated -- I came again. They practically had to carry me offstage. That night, clutching the winner's $500 check in my hand, I retrieved an old mattress from the basement and threw it onto the kitchen floor. I grabbed Jeremy and threw him down onto the mattress, and made him fuck me until neither of us could take it anymore. We awoke in the morning and both of us were exhausted and naked on the mattress. I had a delicious feeling that perhaps some of the neighbors had heard all the screams of passion that came from the kitchen the previous night. I hope they did. This story could end here. But, it won't. A month later, my husband went out of town for a long business trip. Needless to say, I felt quite lonely. One evening, after he had been gone for a few days, I got to the point of where I was sick of watching television alone. I got into my car and drove over to The Twilight Room. I suppose I was drawn by the memory of the excitement I had experienced there before. Since it was a weeknight, the place was pretty empty. Surprisingly, I saw my three male friends from work at the bar -- the same who had been here when I had danced and stripped a month earlier. They had been nice enough not to embarrass me at work by mentioning the contest I had participated in. In fact, none of them had even made a slight overture while at work about that glorius night. But in the club, I saw them looking at me in a different light. A very different light. Their eyes explored my body. I decided to join them at the bar. Finally, the bar had emptied except for us and the bartender. The talk turned to the contest. They sincerely expressed how turned on they had been watching me dance nude. Since they knew me personally from the office, they all said it was the most exciting thing they had even seen in their life -- knowing and being attracted to someone from work, only to have that person show up at a dance contest and strip totally nude. It made me feel good inside to be appreciated. I told them that I was glad it was special for them, because it had been special for me too. Darren, the most shy and handsome one of the bunch, looked at me and saud, "Lisa, I'd really like to see you dance again." The others all chimed in their agreement. Thinking that they were only joking, I laughed and told them that I never danced for anything less than $500. To my enormous surprise, all four of them reached into their wallets and started pulling out money. Two $100 bills and ten $20s were placed onto a pile before me on the counter. Ricky, the bartender, walked over to the cash register and fished out two $50s and placed them on the pile of money. I knew Ricky could get into a lot of trouble for that. But at the same time, I was touched by their sweetness and fired up by their desire. I felt a flame start to burn within my belly and then slowly spread to other parts of my body. I suddenly realized that I wanted to dance as much as they wanted me to! I offered them my sweetest smile while stuffing the $500 into the back pocket of my tight jeans. I slipped off the barstool, and told them to lock the door and get things ready for me. Backstage, I found some more baby oil. I undressed in front of a mirror, and slowly slicked the lotion all over my body, letting the moment build. I slipped my G-string back on, and put the blouse and high heels (i.e. fuck-me pumps) I had worn to the club back on. I left my bra and jeans in the dressing room. I heard the music start up outside, and almost fell over myself running up the steps to get onto the stage. Again, I was surprised by how bright the lights were, and I realized that except for the noise, it was impossible to see how many men were in the audience. I decided to pretend it was as packed like it was on the evening of the amatuer contest. Suddenly, I was sprayed down with ice-cold water from two buckets. The shock of the cold water sent sparks through me, and I began to dance in a sizzling frenzy of lusty motion. This time, I did not wait too long to pull my top off. My breasts were outlined in the wet blouse. As the 37c-sized globes shimmered and shook, it seemed as though they were crying out, begging, to be seen by the eyes of my three co-workers and the bartender. I danced topless for awhile, only in my G-string and heels. I could not see the men because of the lights, but I knew they were watching me with adoration. The excitement within my body spread down to my pussy. Thus, I wiggled out of the tiny G-string and felt the attention focus on my slender waist and hips, as well as the blonde triangle of curls in the front. I felt like I was sucking them deep into my soaked vulva. I closed my eyes and rocked to the music, then slid a finger into my crevice and started masturbating for them. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see Darren in front of me, swaying to the music without a single piece of clothing on. I guess he was not as shy as I once thought! He must have seen the excited look in my eyes because he smiled, and then dropped to his knees. He motioned me to move toward him. Once again, I could not breathe. The music slowed, and I danced toward him. He reached out and grabbed my hips, and then pulled me toward him. He brought my wet pussy to his face as his hands now massaged and held tight onto my bare ass. Darren's tongue flicked back-and-forth over my clitoris, and it sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. No one but Jeremy had ever used their tongue like this on me, and this definitely was a new experience with Darren! I threw my head back in ultimate ecstasy, my neck arched, my breasts pressed outward, all the while grinding my pussy into his awaiting, hungry mouth. Then, Darren was on his back, pulling me down on top of him. I knelt down astride his muscular hips and felt him inject his hard cock deep into the moistness of my willing vagina. His cock was not as long as Jeremy's, but it was thicker. I settled down on top of it and began to grind slowly. Darren filled me with excitement and lust! As his body bucked beneath me and I swayed above, I felt the eyes of the others on me. Then, only their faces appeared in the ring of bright lights. I looked deep into their eyes and smiled as Darren fucked me. Darren came long before I wanted him to, shooting hot jets of cum deep into my love canal. I was about to cry out in desperation, but then I felt something hard brush against my cheek. There was Ricky, standing above me with the biggest cock I had ever seen (at least 10 inches!). Tag-team fucking!, I said to myself. Gratefully and perhaps greedily, I turned to Ricky and sucked his prick all the way into my mouth. Darren grew limp inside me and laid motionless on the stage, his hands resting behind his head. It seemed as though he was having a good time watching me give Ricky a blowjob. Once Ricky came, his warm load of cum overflowed my mouth and throat. I wanted even more! I stood up, and motioned my other two co-workers, Michael and Aaron, to come closer. I told Michael to lay down on his back, and I got onto my hands and knees and grasped his rock-hard cock. Then I told Aaron to get on his knees behind me, and fuck me in the doggie-style position while I sucked Michael's cock. At the same time I gave Michael a blowjob, I cried out in pleasure as Aaron gave me the hardest doggie-style fucking of my entire life. His hips POUNDED against my ass, his meat seemingly treading deeper into my body with each and every thrust. Michael yelled out in ecstasy as his cock erupted like a volcano, and the sticky juices splashed into my face and hair. Soon after, I had my own mind-shattering orgasm as Aaron continued to drill me from behind. After Aaron had blown his own load, Darren moved closer and rolled me over onto my back. I was exhausted and felt as though I couldn't take anymore. But his tongue and lips nibbling on my breasts soon changed my mind. I started to moan softly, and then felt Ricky's face between my thighs. He began to lick away at my clit with his tongue. Within moments, Ricky had me in the missionary position while Darren stood on his knees over my neck, leaning down so his cock could fit nicely into my mouth. We went on for several hours. They would take turns in groups of two on me. This had been the best night of my entire life, and I never wanted it to end. Therefore, I welcomed them to use my body as much as they so desired -- and in any way. After we had stopped for a short rest, I noticed Ricky was fiddling with something along the side of the stage. I asked him what he was doing, and to my shock, he tpld me that the whole evening since I began my dance had been captured on videotape. Fearful, I began to protest, but he gently told me to wait before I made a decision, and that if I wanted to destroy the videotape, I could do so. Ricky re-wound the tape, as we sipped fresh champagne, I watched myself dancing and undressing, then being fucked in all sorts of positions by these studs. We all got so excited that we went at it all over again. I told Ricky to start the camera up again. I took the videotape home that evening and dubbed it for each of the guys, so they could have a copy too. During the next two weeks (the time Jeremy was away on business), I became so hungry and horny for sex that I went to the club on three different nights and had "repeat performances" with Darren, Ricky, Aaron and Michael. I would simply tell Darren that day at work that I wanted to meet he and the others at the club after-hours that same evening. I would first strip for them, and then we would fuck until total exhaustion took over. Each night was videotaped. Only this time, I didn't charge them. I did not want their money; I wanted their cocks. After Jeremy came back from his business trip, it took me three days to drudge up the courage to tell him what had been happening. I told him how lonely I had been, and how excited I had become that first time he took me to the club for amatuer night. Jeremy didn't say a word as I explained I didn't go there intending to get gang-fucked the first evening I went by myself. I told him how it happened, and how hot it had made me. I should have told Jeremy the night he got back from his trip, because he and I have an open relationship and don't like to share secrets. He was not even jealous, let alone mad. It was his fantasy to have me strip up on stage in the first place. Now, my husband and I watch the videotapes all the time. It gets him so sexually revved-up to watch me in action with the four guys. There has even been a discussion or two of me quitting my office job and becoming a full-time stripper. It is a very distinct possibility. In fact, Jeremy gets so turned on by the videotapes that he has said it is okay for me to go back to the club and fuck those four guys -- just as long as he can join in too, and it has to be caught on film. We will be going back there for a get-together in just two short days. Perhaps I will have to write another text like this one, describing that forthcoming night and share it with others through computer-land? As for me, well, now I know what really excites me the most. And I am certainly more than happy for any chance to perform for my men. -- Lisa --- * Blue Wave/QWK v2.20 [NR] * The following story is true. Some of the names may have been changed to protect the passionate. Responses are welcome, either here or by e-mail. If you respond by e-mail, your reply will be automatically anonymized by anon.penet.fi. This story is posted to an adult section of the Internet. My Internet gateway provides parental controls to keep children out of such areas. If you're not at least eighteen, your parents are doing a lousy job. I certainly accept no responsibility for their inactions. Please do not repost this story to other newsgroups or bulletin boards. Commercial use is prohibited. WifeWatch1: Maura's Discovery copyright 1996 by Deadly Nightshade "You'll never change," I said. "You're about as exciting as weak iced tea!" Maura burst into tears and grabbed her pocketbook and dashed off to the ladies room. For about the millionth time. So much for this night. And this marriage. We'd had a decent run as husband and wife. Most marriages founder on the same rocks - bad communications, children, outside interference, money, sex, bad communications, ridiculous expectations about money or sex, bad communications, ridiculous disagreements about money or sex, etc. Ours had run aground on sex. In the beginning it had been OK, never really sizzling, just OK, but over the years it got downright dull. We got busy with work and friends and other things and just lost each other. I found myself looking at other women and fantasizing, but that's all I did, because I loved Maura and didn't want to cheat on her, even if the opportunity arose. That didn't stop me from thinking about it, and finally I had to do something. It took a long time for me to confront Maura about my unhappiness. I told her just how I felt, and suggested that maybe if we made sex into more of a game, maybe if she would just dress and act a little sexier now and then, things might improve. She turned me down cold. "I'm not going to dress or act like a slut," she said. "I'm happy with our sex life as it is." "Well, I'm not," I replied. Once the ice was broken, we had this conversation many times. And the more she resisted, the harder I pushed. At first all I'd had in mind was for her to put on something sexy at home, and maybe, once in a while, initiate sexual activity. In the end, I'd gotten lost in a bizarre wilderness of fantasies that involved her dressing like a slut and going out and acting like one with other men. The odd thing about it is that once in a while she would almost cooperate, especially when we were out of town. She'd put on something almost sexy and we'd go out somewhere and she'd start to act almost sexy, but every time she'd back out way before the crucial moment. And this particular night was no different, except that we'd already separated and this was supposed to be a sort of last gasp effort at reconciliation. During our separation, neither of us had become swinging singles. I can't speak for Maura, but I know that I hadn't because I simply wasn't interested in other women. Maura was the only woman I ever wanted. But it was her who initiated this "one more try" situation. We'd had lunch one day and she was the one who brought up getting back together. "That's hopeless," I said. "You know that I'll never be satisfied until you do all that stuff. I'm fucking obsessed with it by now." "I know," she said. "And you know I don't want to do it. But I miss you so much. I think I can do it, if it makes you happy." "Oh, baby, how many times have I heard that?" I asked. "Let's try one more time," she replied. Which is what had brought us on this night to this semi-trashy nightclub, with Maura dressed in semi-trashy fashion - black high heels, dark stay-up stockings, tiny white lace thong panties, a tight black mid-thigh miniskirt, a thin off-white silk blouse and a dark maroon vest which served to conceal the fact that she was braless beneath the silk blouse. The overall effect was nice, but Maura refused to get up and dance with me, or anybody else, nor would she remove the vest. She spent most of her time tugging at the hem of her skirt, a most familiar activity. So the evening quickly degenerated into yet another one of mean talk until I delivered my last nasty line and she went off to the washroom. From long and painful experience I knew what would happen next. She would have her cry, fix her face and come back out, ready to go home. And if I didn't cooperate, she'd take a cab. It had happened so many times that I'd lost track of how many. So I nursed the tequila, hers and mine, unwilling to invest more in yet another disaster. Usually it only took her about fifteen minutes or so. But tonight it stretched on to twenty, then thirty minutes. I guessed that this really was the last gasp. And I was down to licking the last trickles of tequila out of her glass. Then she came back out. Interesting. She'd taken off the vest. Her magnificent breasts jutted out, jiggling under the thin silk as she walked. I figured this was some kind of "OK, now you've seen them, goodbye!" thing. As she approached our table, I started to get up. Might as well get out of there with as little pain as possible. But she gave me a withering look, dropped her pocketbook and the vest on the table next to ours and kept on going, right over to the bar. I sat back down. She climbed up on a bar stool and crossed her legs. I waited for the obligatory tug at the hem of her skirt, but it didn't come. The skirt rode up on her thighs high enough to show the beginning of the darker band at the top of her stockings. She leaned toward the bartender and said something. Moments later he set another tequila on the bar in front of her. She'd already had two - well, one and a half - which was pretty much her limit. She had just taken the first sip when a man moved onto the stool next to her. She'd left her pocketbook on the table, so I was pretty sure that she didn't have any money with her. The man seemed to be paying for her drink. She leaned toward him and they talked animatedly. At one point they both looked at me. There was a question in his eyes, but she smiled and moved her hand dismissively in my direction. Then he took out a pack of cigarettes and offered her one. I knew she would refuse, because smoking had become one of our secondary wars. I wanted to quit, but couldn't. She had quit, easily, and never let me forget it. She hadn't touched a cigarette in at least five years. But she touched this one, putting it between her lips and then holding his hand as he lit it for her. What the fuck is going on? They talked and smoked and drank and then the band started playing its next set. A couple of dozen couples got up to dance and then she was leading him onto the dance floor. They danced a fast number and she looked magnificent with her breasts bouncing and her skirt riding up on her thighs. Toward the end, the beat became a driving, sensual sound and she moved closer to him, her legs straddling his, her skirt riding higher. What the fuck? I was getting a little pissed. I considered going over and breaking in. But then a slow number started and they danced, but in the conventional position, his right arm around her waist, her left hand on his shoulder, their other hands clasped to the side. Then they went back to the bar and ordered another drink. That put her way past her limit, but she did pull her skirt mostly back down and everything seemed OK. Then they got up to dance again. The first fast number was about like the second one from before, but the second one had a really frenzied beat. Several buttons on Maura's blouse seemed to have become undone. I could see a lot of her bare breasts jiggling in the opening, and when she leaned toward him, I'm sure he could see even more. Then she did a little squat, which caused her skirt to ride way up on her hips and then she was straddling one of his legs, obviously rubbing her crotch against it. When she turned her back to me, I could see the bottom curves of her bare behind beneath the hem of her skirt. Again I had the urge to stop this, but something was holding me in my seat. A slow tune began and this time Maura put her arms around the man's neck and his hands slid down onto her bottom. She hadn't bothered to pull her skirt back down, and as they danced closer and closer to my table, one of his hands slid beneath the hem of her skirt and began caressing her bare cheeks. Jesus, they're going to get thrown out of here! I thought. But looking around the dimly lit dance floor, I realized that quite a few other couples were doing the same thing. Like I said, a semi-trashy joint. Then she tilted her face up and kissed him, at first rather chastely, then tongue to tongue. His other hand slid up her side, along her rib cage, and onto her breast. She leaned back a little, not breaking the kiss, and his hand covered one breast through the silk blouse and then she pressed her body against his and I could see the movement as he massaged her and she ground her crotch against his. She looked for a moment right into my eyes, broke the kiss for just a second, and smiled and a wave of jealousy washed over me. Shit! I've got to stop this now! But I quickly realized that I couldn't, because despite the jealousy, I had more than just the beginnings of a huge hardon. One side of me wanted to go over and punch out this brazen stranger and drag my slut wife out of there. The other, though, was completely turned on, wanting more. What the fuck? They were very close to me by now. She reached down and took the hand that was caressing her behind and pulled it around between them and, although I couldn't actually see it, I knew that she had pulled it up between her legs in front and that he was now caressing her pussy. She sighed and whispered in his ear and I could easily read her lips. "Oh, yes, that feels SO good," she said, humping her pussy against his hand. They resumed the kiss, hot and wet with passion. And then she turned her hand and obviously began rubbing his hard cock. I was still consumed by jealousy, but I had such a hardon that I was afraid I was going to make a huge mess in my pants. I actually reached down and squeezed just below the head of my cock, trying to cut off the inevitable. Suddenly, the song ended, and they returned to the bar. Maura finished off her drink, then gave him a long wet kiss, running her hands all over his upper body, finally pulling his hand inside her blouse to caress her bare breasts. Then she turned and started toward me. Her breasts bounced and her nipples were straining against the thin cloth of her blouse. Oh, shit, I thought. She's going to get her bag and vest and leave with this fucking stud. Instead, she picked up her pocketbook and vest and grabbed my arm. "Let's go!" she said. She practically dragged me out of the club and into the parking lot. At the car I opened her door and stepped back to let her enter. "No, you get in!" she said. "You've had too much to drink to drive," I replied. "The only driving right now is going to be strictly between us," she said. She pushed me into the passenger seat and leaned down and released the seat back and I fell into the full recline position. She climbed in on top of me and began frantically undoing my belt. "What the hell..." I began. "Shut up!" she said. She ripped my hard cock out of my pants and straddled my crotch. "Maura..." "Fuck me!" she said. "Honey, there are people..." "I don't care," she hissed. "Fuck me!" I'd never heard her say that word. She didn't bother undressing. She just pulled her skirt up around her waist and slid the crotch of her panties to one side. Reflexively, I reached down to caress her pussy. She pushed my hand away. "Don't bother with that!" she hissed again. "I'm soaking wet. Fuck me, now!" She lowered herself onto me and my cock slid into her very wet pussy and suddenly we were fucking like we never had before, slamming our crotches against each other. "Oh, shit, yeah, fuck me!" she wailed. "Oh, god, it feels so good! Fuck me!" She was writhing around all over me and I was pumping away like a piston gone mad. Her blouse was gone and she pulled my hands to her breasts. "Yes, pull my tits!" she moaned. "Oh, yeah, fuck me with that hard cock, Frank! Fuck me harder!" Frank? Who the fuck is Frank? Well, who cares at the moment. She was hissing and moaning and chanting "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder..." and I was doing the best I could. We were both bathed in sweat and then her whole body began to tremble and she leaned down and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and a growl grew up from her chest and the trembling became something much more than just a tremble and then she was moaning and growling and coming and suddenly I felt my cock get about five notches harder than it ever had before and I blew my load into her raging pussy, one! two! three! Jesus! I'm not one of those guys who you read about who spurts a quart of come every time some sexy teenager walks by, but it felt like at least a pint! We were both so hot that we fucked right through both our comings. Even though my cock was already deflating I just kept thrusting up at her and she started coming again, literally a piggyback orgasm, and moaning obscenely into my ear "Yeah, fuck me you bastard, fuck my horny pussy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yeahhhh..." When her second orgasm was over, she collapsed on top of me, still trembling and babbling and licking my face, completely out of control. I don't know how long we laid there, but it was more than just a few minutes. As I calmed down a little, I began to wonder that I'd survived this. Men my age have delicate hearts. Neither of us remembers the next half hour or so. We were back home, well, at her house. Neither of us said anything. She took a shower. I took a shower. When I slid into our bed, I guess her bed at that point, I figured she would be embarrassed. She wasn't. "Did that really happen?" she asked, snuggling up to me. "I think so." "So it turned you on as much as it did me?" she asked. "Yeah, it did." "Well, if I'd have known that fucking could be like that," she said. "I'd have done whatever you wanted a long time ago." "Mmm hmm." "Oh, we've wasted so much time," she said. "Or, actually, I've wasted so much time." "Shh, don't worry about it," I said, putting my finger to her lips. "Let's get some rest. I have a feeling that we're going to need it later." "Yeah," she said. "Oh, by the way, who's Frank?" I asked. "I think you know," she said, giving me a wicked smile. She pulled one of my hands down and pressed it between her legs, rubbing it up and down on her pussy. "Oh, yes, that feels SO good," she whispered. She giggled. Then she turned her hand and began caressing my cock. "Oh, honey, we're gonna get all sweaty again," I protested. "That's the idea. Fuck me again, Frank!" she whispered, plunging her wet tongue into my ear. 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WifeWatch1: Maura's Discovery copyright 1996 by Deadly Nightshade "You'll never change," I said. "You're about as exciting as weak iced tea!" Maura burst into tears and grabbed her pocketbook and dashed off to the ladies room. For about the millionth time. So much for this night. And this marriage. We'd had a decent run as husband and wife. Most marriages founder on the same rocks - bad communications, children, outside interference, money, sex, bad communications, ridiculous expectations about money or sex, bad communications, ridiculous disagreements about money or sex, etc. Ours had run aground on sex. In the beginning it had been OK, never really sizzling, just OK, but over the years it got downright dull. We got busy with work and friends and other things and just lost each other. I found myself looking at other women and fantasizing, but that's all I did, because I loved Maura and didn't want to cheat on her, even if the opportunity arose. That didn't stop me from thinking about it, and finally I had to do something. It took a long time for me to confront Maura about my unhappiness. I told her just how I felt, and suggested that maybe if we made sex into more of a game, maybe if she would just dress and act a little sexier now and then, things might improve. She turned me down cold. "I'm not going to dress or act like a slut," she said. "I'm happy with our sex life as it is." "Well, I'm not," I replied. Once the ice was broken, we had this conversation many times. And the more she resisted, the harder I pushed. At first all I'd had in mind was for her to put on something sexy at home, and maybe, once in a while, initiate sexual activity. In the end, I'd gotten lost in a bizarre wilderness of fantasies that involved her dressing like a slut and going out and acting like one with other men. The odd thing about it is that once in a while she would almost cooperate, especially when we were out of town. She'd put on something almost sexy and we'd go out somewhere and she'd start to act almost sexy, but every time she'd back out way before the crucial moment. And this particular night was no different, except that we'd already separated and this was supposed to be a sort of last gasp effort at reconciliation. During our separation, neither of us had become swinging singles. I can't speak for Maura, but I know that I hadn't because I simply wasn't interested in other women. Maura was the only woman I ever wanted. But it was her who initiated this "one more try" situation. We'd had lunch one day and she was the one who brought up getting back together. "That's hopeless," I said. "You know that I'll never be satisfied until you do all that stuff. I'm fucking obsessed with it by now." "I know," she said. "And you know I don't want to do it. But I miss you so much. I think I can do it, if it makes you happy." "Oh, baby, how many times have I heard that?" I asked. "Let's try one more time," she replied. Which is what had brought us on this night to this semi-trashy nightclub, with Maura dressed in semi-trashy fashion - black high heels, dark stay-up stockings, tiny white lace thong panties, a tight black mid-thigh miniskirt, a thin off-white silk blouse and a dark maroon vest which served to conceal the fact that she was braless beneath the silk blouse. The overall effect was nice, but Maura refused to get up and dance with me, or anybody else, nor would she remove the vest. She spent most of her time tugging at the hem of her skirt, a most familiar activity. So the evening quickly degenerated into yet another one of mean talk until I delivered my last nasty line and she went off to the washroom. From long and painful experience I knew what would happen next. She would have her cry, fix her face and come back out, ready to go home. And if I didn't cooperate, she'd take a cab. It had happened so many times that I'd lost track of how many. So I nursed the tequila, hers and mine, unwilling to invest more in yet another disaster. Usually it only took her about fifteen minutes or so. But tonight it stretched on to twenty, then thirty minutes. I guessed that this really was the last gasp. And I was down to licking the last trickles of tequila out of her glass. Then she came back out. Interesting. She'd taken off the vest. Her magnificent breasts jutted out, jiggling under the thin silk as she walked. I figured this was some kind of "OK, now you've seen them, goodbye!" thing. As she approached our table, I started to get up. Might as well get out of there with as little pain as possible. But she gave me a withering look, dropped her pocketbook and the vest on the table next to ours and kept on going, right over to the bar. I sat back down. She climbed up on a bar stool and crossed her legs. I waited for the obligatory tug at the hem of her skirt, but it didn't come. The skirt rode up on her thighs high enough to show the beginning of the darker band at the top of her stockings. She leaned toward the bartender and said something. Moments later he set another tequila on the bar in front of her. She'd already had two - well, one and a half - which was pretty much her limit. She had just taken the first sip when a man moved onto the stool next to her. She'd left her pocketbook on the table, so I was pretty sure that she didn't have any money with her. The man seemed to be paying for her drink. She leaned toward him and they talked animatedly. At one point they both looked at me. There was a question in his eyes, but she smiled and moved her hand dismissively in my direction. Then he took out a pack of cigarettes and offered her one. I knew she would refuse, because smoking had become one of our secondary wars. I wanted to quit, but couldn't. She had quit, easily, and never let me forget it. She hadn't touched a cigarette in at least five years. But she touched this one, putting it between her lips and then holding his hand as he lit it for her. What the fuck is going on? They talked and smoked and drank and then the band started playing its next set. A couple of dozen couples got up to dance and then she was leading him onto the dance floor. They danced a fast number and she looked magnificent with her breasts bouncing and her skirt riding up on her thighs. Toward the end, the beat became a driving, sensual sound and she moved closer to him, her legs straddling his, her skirt riding higher. What the fuck? I was getting a little pissed. I considered going over and breaking in. But then a slow number started and they danced, but in the conventional position, his right arm around her waist, her left hand on his shoulder, their other hands clasped to the side. Then they went back to the bar and ordered another drink. That put her way past her limit, but she did pull her skirt mostly back down and everything seemed OK. Then they got up to dance again. The first fast number was about like the second one from before, but the second one had a really frenzied beat. Several buttons on Maura's blouse seemed to have become undone. I could see a lot of her bare breasts jiggling in the opening, and when she leaned toward him, I'm sure he could see even more. Then she did a little squat, which caused her skirt to ride way up on her hips and then she was straddling one of his legs, obviously rubbing her crotch against it. When she turned her back to me, I could see the bottom curves of her bare behind beneath the hem of her skirt. Again I had the urge to stop this, but something was holding me in my seat. A slow tune began and this time Maura put her arms around the man's neck and his hands slid down onto her bottom. She hadn't bothered to pull her skirt back down, and as they danced closer and closer to my table, one of his hands slid beneath the hem of her skirt and began caressing her bare cheeks. Jesus, they're going to get thrown out of here! I thought. But looking around the dimly lit dance floor, I realized that quite a few other couples were doing the same thing. Like I said, a semi-trashy joint. Then she tilted her face up and kissed him, at first rather chastely, then tongue to tongue. His other hand slid up her side, along her rib cage, and onto her breast. She leaned back a little, not breaking the kiss, and his hand covered one breast through the silk blouse and then she pressed her body against his and I could see the movement as he massaged her and she ground her crotch against his. She looked for a moment right into my eyes, broke the kiss for just a second, and smiled and a wave of jealousy washed over me. Shit! I've got to stop this now! But I quickly realized that I couldn't, because despite the jealousy, I had more than just the beginnings of a huge hardon. One side of me wanted to go over and punch out this brazen stranger and drag my slut wife out of there. The other, though, was completely turned on, wanting more. What the fuck? They were very close to me by now. She reached down and took the hand that was caressing her behind and pulled it around between them and, although I couldn't actually see it, I knew that she had pulled it up between her legs in front and that he was now caressing her pussy. She sighed and whispered in his ear and I could easily read her lips. "Oh, yes, that feels SO good," she said, humping her pussy against his hand. They resumed the kiss, hot and wet with passion. And then she turned her hand and obviously began rubbing his hard cock. I was still consumed by jealousy, but I had such a hardon that I was afraid I was going to make a huge mess in my pants. I actually reached down and squeezed just below the head of my cock, trying to cut off the inevitable. Suddenly, the song ended, and they returned to the bar. Maura finished off her drink, then gave him a long wet kiss, running her hands all over his upper body, finally pulling his hand inside her blouse to caress her bare breasts. Then she turned and started toward me. Her breasts bounced and her nipples were straining against the thin cloth of her blouse. Oh, shit, I thought. She's going to get her bag and vest and leave with this fucking stud. Instead, she picked up her pocketbook and vest and grabbed my arm. "Let's go!" she said. She practically dragged me out of the club and into the parking lot. At the car I opened her door and stepped back to let her enter. "No, you get in!" she said. "You've had too much to drink to drive," I replied. "The only driving right now is going to be strictly between us," she said. She pushed me into the passenger seat and leaned down and released the seat back and I fell into the full recline position. She climbed in on top of me and began frantically undoing my belt. "What the hell..." I began. "Shut up!" she said. She ripped my hard cock out of my pants and straddled my crotch. "Maura..." "Fuck me!" she said. "Honey, there are people..." "I don't care," she hissed. "Fuck me!" I'd never heard her say that word. She didn't bother undressing. She just pulled her skirt up around her waist and slid the crotch of her panties to one side. Reflexively, I reached down to caress her pussy. She pushed my hand away. "Don't bother with that!" she hissed again. "I'm soaking wet. Fuck me, now!" She lowered herself onto me and my cock slid into her very wet pussy and suddenly we were fucking like we never had before, slamming our crotches against each other. "Oh, shit, yeah, fuck me!" she wailed. "Oh, god, it feels so good! Fuck me!" She was writhing around all over me and I was pumping away like a piston gone mad. Her blouse was gone and she pulled my hands to her breasts. "Yes, pull my tits!" she moaned. "Oh, yeah, fuck me with that hard cock, Frank! Fuck me harder!" Frank? Who the fuck is Frank? Well, who cares at the moment. She was hissing and moaning and chanting "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder..." and I was doing the best I could. We were both bathed in sweat and then her whole body began to tremble and she leaned down and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and a growl grew up from her chest and the trembling became something much more than just a tremble and then she was moaning and growling and coming and suddenly I felt my cock get about five notches harder than it ever had before and I blew my load into her raging pussy, one! two! three! Jesus! I'm not one of those guys who you read about who spurts a quart of come every time some sexy teenager walks by, but it felt like at least a pint! We were both so hot that we fucked right through both our comings. Even though my cock was already deflating I just kept thrusting up at her and she started coming again, literally a piggyback orgasm, and moaning obscenely into my ear "Yeah, fuck me you bastard, fuck my horny pussy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yeahhhh..." When her second orgasm was over, she collapsed on top of me, still trembling and babbling and licking my face, completely out of control. I don't know how long we laid there, but it was more than just a few minutes. As I calmed down a little, I began to wonder that I'd survived this. Men my age have delicate hearts. Neither of us remembers the next half hour or so. We were back home, well, at her house. Neither of us said anything. She took a shower. I took a shower. When I slid into our bed, I guess her bed at that point, I figured she would be embarrassed. She wasn't. "Did that really happen?" she asked, snuggling up to me. "I think so." "So it turned you on as much as it did me?" she asked. "Yeah, it did." "Well, if I'd have known that fucking could be like that," she said. "I'd have done whatever you wanted a long time ago." "Mmm hmm." "Oh, we've wasted so much time," she said. "Or, actually, I've wasted so much time." "Shh, don't worry about it," I said, putting my finger to her lips. "Let's get some rest. I have a feeling that we're going to need it later." "Yeah," she said. "Oh, by the way, who's Frank?" I asked. "I think you know," she said, giving me a wicked smile. She pulled one of my hands down and pressed it between her legs, rubbing it up and down on her pussy. "Oh, yes, that feels SO good," she whispered. She giggled. Then she turned her hand and began caressing my cock. "Oh, honey, we're gonna get all sweaty again," I protested. "That's the idea. Fuck me again, Frank!" she whispered, plunging her wet tongue into my ear. Oh well, no rest for the wicked.