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Sex For Sale
by OneIdleHand (oneidlehand@hotmail.com )

***

Having fun, while making a profit selling sex toys to 
perfect strangers. (M+/F, wife, exh, toys)

***

Now what was I going to do? The question struck to my 
core. For months, I had been making pretty good money 
selling adult novelties in people's homes, much like 
Tupperware parties, except, well, not just anyone was 
invited. And this is what happens when you don't know 
your hostess. 

My husband, Steven, and I had needed some extra money, 
and a small article in our newspaper had piqued my 
interest. I'm sure Steven would admit that it piqued 
his as well. From Steven's perspective, he lost weekend 
days and nights with me, but he gained by testing the 
wares and hearing my stories of women's reactions 
during my demonstrations. And although I told my 
customers that all transactions were strictly 
confidential, I always shared with Steven what our 
friends and neighbors bought. It was wickedly fun and 
led to some good sex. 

My first few jobs had been very difficult. The company 
I represented, although having a great product line, 
didn't have a suggested list of people for me to call 
upon for home shows. So, that meant I had to start with 
my friends. This had been awkward in my somewhat 
conservative social circle, but, everyone enjoys sex... 
The sales got better, and pretty soon, I was into the 
third and fourth generation of shows from people who 
had attended my earlier ones. 

I learned that to sell my items, it was important to 
put the ladies at ease, and, at times, to non-
provocatively demonstrate what the gadgets did, or how 
they were worn. The biggest selling point had been 
suggesting how the items could be used to surprise 
their husbands, to turn the humdrum of marital status 
quo into a night of fun and passion. The parties rarely 
got out of hand, and generally only when liquor was 
involved. But, polite or raunchy, I had learned how to 
make it fun. And besides, it was among girls, often 
with others much more open than I was about sharing my 
sex life with others. 

It normally took one to two hours for "some show, more 
tell" of my various products. Then, I would retreat to 
a bedroom, where each of the women would enter to 
purchase their items privately, so that no one would 
know what she had purchased. I kept a stock of all the 
"toys," but some sizes of lingerie I had to special 
order. But overall, my sample bag and boxes included 
what seemed to sell the most. Making $1,000 to $2,000 
per show was quite nice, and it had recently begun to 
get very easy, almost second nature. 

Women who chose their friends to attend such a non-
conventional affair generally selected those who were 
either randy to begin with, or had a desire to be randy 
for a change. I had learned in idle conversation with 
my customers that the ones who spent the most money had 
told their spouses where they were going. Their "credit 
limits" were enthusiastically removed by their husbands 
as a result. Further, I encouraged the hostess to 
provide wine, which definitely seemed to soften 
inhibitions. Sales were steady, and steadily good. I 
just couldn't let my mom or anyone else take a close 
look at all the cardboard boxes in my garage and 
basement. Yikes. 

My "hostess," Claire, who had sounded perfect over the 
phone, had said that she would invite a good sized 
crowd that she was sure would be interested in sex 
products. As I had driven to her home, her neighborhood 
had spoken of wealth, as did the cars in her driveway. 
But it was only after I had arrived that Claire 
explained that, after talking it over with her husband, 
that he had felt more comfortable inviting his friends 
than she did hers. Then she had picked up her purse, 
and headed out for dinner with the girls. The wives 
thought only that the men were getting together for 
their normal Saturday night college football game and 
maybe some cards. 

Doing a show for men was definitely out of my "comfort 
zone," and I had begun the evening...terrified. So much 
for confidence. There were seven men, with another 
expected to arrive. Beers were popping before Claire 
had made it to the door. To put it bluntly, I had the 
fear of being raped, as there was no way of escaping an 
atmosphere of "sex," which, although not literally, was 
what I was selling. 

But the men's good humor had won me over, at least 
enough to proceed, and several had seemed more 
interested in the football game. So, it all began more 
manageable than I had feared. I began with the basics: 
bra's, panties, garters. There were general whoops and 
hollers as I held them up, explaining the colors and 
sizes available. I gave each man an order form which 
listed each item, so that they could check off those in 
which they were interested and make notes. I was 
pleased to see frequent pen movements. 

I had to endure a few catcalls, as I held up a see-
through body suit, or a bra with holes cut out at the 
nipples. They kept joking that they couldn't make a 
decision without seeing the fit. Yeah, right. So, I 
played to the audience with suggestive talk, but 
leaving the goods to their own imaginations. 

With the promise of a good sale, I had just wrapped up 
most of the clothing items and was just beginning the 
vibrator selection, when the men broke to refresh 
themselves. Meaning more beer. When they gathered 
again, the husband of the hostess, Lou, posed a 
question. "I'm very interested in what you've shown us, 
Hayley, and the prices seem reasonable. But, if we were 
to pay double your price, would you show us your 
products...more intimately ? What about it, guys?" His 
question was met with an enthusiastic response from the 
others, apparently a collusion decided upon during our 
"break." My first reaction was, "Yeah, right." But... 

My resolution faltered to my current dilemma. This job 
suddenly had the potential of paying a lot more than my 
usual 40% commission. But I couldn't answer based 
solely on financial terms. If my husband found out... 
He had been thrilled to hear me recount each session of 
who bought what, but how would I explain this night? 
Think it through. 

They were asking me to model, but, a bra was a bra. 
Panties, garters... no big deal. Exposing my nipples in 
a cutout bra would be more fun than embarrassing. I 
think. But to model a vibrator would mean... No way! I 
wasn't going to show my cunt to a bunch of strangers... 
Was I? But I just couldn't! Could I? I realized that my 
cunt was primed. The words "thinking with my dick" 
quickly came to mind, but I shoved them aside, however 
appropriate they were for the wetness between my legs. 

I had been looking at the floor while I had considered 
this, but as I raised my eyes, Lou saw that he had me. 
But he couldn't "have" me. Yet, he did. The money was 
enticing, and so was the idea of showing a bunch of men 
my 38 C's. Steven had hardly given me a compliment on 
my body in months, maybe a year. Yes, they had me, to a 
point. But rules were going to be necessary. 

"Okay," I allowed with a devilish grin, "but here's the 
rules. First, I'm married. There will be NO sex." I 
looked at each of them to see that this registered. 
"But, any product you're interested in, I'll 
demonstrate. But you agree to buy that item at twice 
the price. Further, I'll start with an imprint of your 
credit cards, and we'll record the sale BEFORE I 
demonstrate it. And, I'll only pull three items from 
the bag at a time. They all have to sell before I pull 
out any more. When an item doesn't sell, we stop." Let 
them consider the expense... 

Lou looked thoughtful and then countered, "That sounds 
fine, except, considering the price, we get to try the 
goods - we dress you, we get to," he paused, 
considering, "TEST the vibrator in you, and whatever 
else you've got in the bag. But if we use it, we'll buy 
it." 

A small voice within me cried, "Nooooo!" But I wasn't 
interested in listening to it. My hard nipples 
confirmed what my cunt was screaming at me. This was 
like a fantasy that I didn't know I had. Control 
remained the issue. This could get out of hand, but, 
still... I wanted it. "Okay...BUT, you each have to 
line up your chairs at least 10' away and stay there, 
except for the person buying the merchandise." I could 
handle one on one. 

Lou nodded. "Gentlemen?" There was general agreement. 
But I wasn't going to start with the vibrators. I 
pulled the bag of clothes closer, that I had just 
showed them, and began by randomly pulling three items 
out of it. I could see that Lou, at least, appreciated 
the sales tactic in the move. "Okay, Hayley, we'll 
start with the clothes. But there's no dressing rooms 
here." 

Be still, my racing heart. I gave him my best come 
hither look, and replied saucily, "Obviously, assuming 
you're brave enough to dress me." My voice sounded much 
braver than I felt. I would normally have the hostess 
do most of the modeling, if any were needed, as part of 
her duties for the $200 worth, or 10%, of products that 
she could choose for inviting her friends, providing 
refreshments, etc. And it added to the fun when the 
ladies knew who it was that was modeling. So, I hadn't 
come here prepared to be undressed. 

But, I suppose it doesn't really matter, except that my 
plain bra and panties would show that I wasn't 
practicing what I preached... The clothing was laid 
out, so I offered, "Who wants to be first?" Lou, of 
course. Approximately 45 years old and full of 
executive level confidence and swagger. He walked 
towards me and picked out a bustier. I had him record 
it on his sales sheet. It was a good thing I had given 
them pens. I wouldn't want them erasing orders after 
this. 

My skin began to feel hot as I turned my back to the 
men to undress. Shoes. Off. Blouse. Off. Skirt. What 
WAS I doing? Off. Panty hose. I need to remember to 
wear garters next time. I'm sure they're disappointed. 
Next time? I'm getting way ahead of myself here. I 
reached back and unfastened my bra, noticing for the 
first time the silence in the room. Just the sounds of 
their suddenly heavy breathing and a faint football 
game in the background. This was, more or less, the 
pivotal point. 

Looking over my shoulder, I made sure that everyone but 
Lou was still in their seats. They were. This was 
misunderstood as a tease, and they Said a few things 
that I could only imagine might be appropriate in a 
strip club. Then they got silent again, hoping, I 
suppose. Looking down at the top of my breasts, smooth 
and tan, I decided that I did want to tease them. I 
looked over my shoulder, smiled, and dropped my bra, 
which was followed by a chorus of cheers. Panties. I 
worked them off my hips and down my legs, my bare ass 
facing the men. I realized that by being the tease, I 
maintained control, or at least I hoped. But it kept 
them in their seats. So I wiggled my butt as I reached 
for the bustier. 

"Forgetting something?" Lou stepped beside me, and 
slowly lowered himself to one knee, eye level with my 
cunt. The tease in me suddenly departed. I don't know 
what shade I was, but I couldn't imagine there was a 
brighter red in the universe. He held the bustier at my 
feet so that I could step into it. Thank goodness I was 
low on inventory on the ones that snapped in the crotch 
and hadn't brought them. 

Then he rose, slowly, eyes level with the outfit as he 
raised it, eyeing me closely as the outfit caught 
between my legs, then stretched over my abdomen, and 
finally, up to my 38C's where he jiggled the cups just 
enough to cover my nipples, while briefly pinching one 
nipple between his fingers, the sly dog. He then turned 
me around to face the others while he zipped my back 
side, making the bustier fit closely to my form, and 
thrusting my breasts upward. I adjusted it slightly so 
that my breasts remained comfortably in. 

Aside from my husband, I hadn't been naked in front of 
another man, aside from doctors, since my college days, 
14 years ago. I had forgotten over the years of my 
marriage those moments of embarrassment when a man sees 
me naked for the first time, which were followed by 
pangs of excitement as his eyes devoured my body, 
hungry for the gift I was giving to him. And while I 
wasn't giving myself that way, Lou's slow inventory of 
my body reminded me of the power the female form held 
over men. By comparison, his attention made my husband 
seem to take me for granted. THIS was a turn-on. 

With great pleasure on his face, Lou said, "Ahem. I 
believe you were supposed to model also." I took a 
breath and then walked closer to the men, struck a pose 
revealing my cleavage, turned around, and struck 
another pose. This sale was done. Forty, no. Eight 
dollars in the bag. The room became quiet again as I 
moved near the two remaining clothing items. Their 
faces were staring towards my crotch. With a glance 
downward, it was then that I noticed that I hadn't 
shaved my cunt recently, and my brown hairs were 
peeking out liberally from both sides of the thin strip 
of material that "covered" my crotch. It couldn't be 
helped now. 

And so it was that we began working through the bag. I 
had repacked the bag randomly, so there was a mixture 
of provocative and, relatively, conservative clothing 
in each mix of 3 items. This became so much the case 
that they began bidding against each other for the more 
revealing outfits, and then had to take turns buying 
the plainer sets to spread the costs. And they were 
motivated to buy all the clothes so that they could get 
to the toys. 

However they split their purchases, it suited me. It 
totaled the same. One guy took out a cell phone and 
made a phone call before I could stop him, so I 
requested that we not invite anyone else. Those that 
were here or due to arrive was as much, and I hoped not 
more, than I could handle. 

There was no doubt that they had to be getting more 
satisfaction here than at a strip club. As they took 
their turns, their hands covered me from my feet to my 
neck, and each man had seen all that there was of me, 
so the more exotic outfits became easier to try on. The 
shyness melted, although I felt unusually conspicuous 
among a group of fully dressed men. 

But after the first few men, it didn't matter if they 
saw my nipples through a bra, or all of my body through 
a see through body suit. Besides, It became clear that 
buying the merchandise was an excuse just to grab a 
feel. I was unnerved at first, but being desired by a 
group of men was a feeling that, I had to admit, was 
delicious. 

So I playfully reprimanded them when they grabbed a 
tit, or slid a finger between my legs when pulling up 
panty hose. Limitations had been set, although it was 
unnerving to hear a man talk about how wet his finger 
was after briefly touching my sex. And it was true. I 
just couldn't let them know how good that brief touch 
felt, and it was a struggle to keep my body from 
shivering in response. 

The last outfit was the plainest, a simple bra and 
panty set. Blue satin, with revealing cuts, but not 
uncomfortable to wear. As if that would even occur to 
them. My nervousness wasn't extreme, however. The men 
had kept to the rules. And besides that, they were 
having a good time, and were generally acting...nicely. 

As I moved the two toy boxes to the table, I realized 
just what lay within. They didn't. I hadn't paid 
attention to the what they were discussing, but then 
Lou spoke up. "Hayley, instead of you setting the items 
out, how about we take turns and grab something from 
the bag, which we will buy." That seemed reasonable, 
and it would avoid their debating who was going to buy 
what. That would speed things up, maybe, and everything 
depended on me keeping control of my responses. And I 
my cunt spoke loudly of what it wanted. 

Lou went first, and seeing what he had chosen, furrowed 
his eyebrows. This was a sale that his wife would 
probably never see. I hoped the $50 was worth the 
experience. I curled my finger to bring him towards me, 
and asked him to remove my bra, which he did, gladly. I 
opened the box of what was called a nipple enlarger. 

I had tried it once, and it didn't do much for me. It 
included small rubber rings and a hand pump. "Place the 
rubber ring on the long throat of the pump." He did. 
The rubber ring was tight against the throat and, he 
couldn't move it far. I guided his hand to my breast, 
and placed the suction end of the pump around my nipple 
and firmly against my breast. "Start squeezing, 
slowly." 

Of course, when I had tried it, I was alone and was 
nowhere close to turned on. As my nipple was drawn into 
the tube, the sensation was exquisite. My nipples are 
normally about 3/8" long, but after a few squeezes, the 
length doubled as it was drawn inside the tube. It was 
hard to speak. "Okay. Be careful not to break the seal, 
and move rubber ring off the end." He understood, and 
just as he moved it off the end and onto my nipple, he 
gave the pump a hard squeeze. 

My mouth just hung open as the sensations took the 
interstate from my nipple to my cunt. My nipple was 
red, long, and caught in an exquisite pinch by the 
rubber ring. As I regained some composure, I realized 
that Lou was starting on my other nipple, which ended 
with a similar result. 

Lou was smiling. I was hoping he was happy, because he 
now owned it. Another of the men asked a question, 
which came to me through a clearing fog. Kevin, that 
was it. "Other than a torture device," everyone 
laughed, "why would someone want that?" Fair question. 
I reached for my blouse and put it on. "It's generally 
for women with smaller nipples that want to show a 
little something through their shirt. 

As I looked down at my exaggerated nipples poking into 
the shirt, I added, "In this case, it could be used if 
a woman wanted to look promiscuous or obscene." They 
nodded some understanding. But perhaps there were some 
more sales here. "Just imagine if your wife met you at 
a restaurant or a bar like this..." The thought carried 
to their imaginations, and Kevin, at least, made a mark 
with his pen. 

The sensations had ended with what I presumed to be 
numbness. Then Lou asked, with a greedy smile, "And how 
do we get them off?" I rolled my eyes and held his 
hands. "Carefully," I replied. I placed his left hand 
around my breast to hold it against the pulling action 
required to roll the ring off. He understood, and after 
adjusting his hand unnecessarily on my breast, he began 
working the ring off. The sensations once again flowed 
as the blood returned to my nipple. Soon, both were on 
fire and bright fiery red. 

Lou returned to his seat, and Max, probably in his late 
20's and the shyest of the bunch, took his turn. Bad 
luck on my part. Nipple rings, but at least they 
weren't the clamps. He grinned as he opened the box. 
The rings had two small balls on their ends which 
touched to form the circle. The rings had been formed 
to compress at these points, and Max approached my 
breasts. They didn't grip tightly, but as sensitive as 
I was, they didn't feel particularly good. He played 
with them briefly before all but jerking them off. 

"Owwww!" escaped my lips. The shy one had a mean 
streak, or maybe he just didn't know any better. Max 
apologized, I think sincerely, as he retreated to his 
seat. He looked happy with his purchase, but it wasn't 
worth the $25 I was going to get. 

Morgan was next. He had been pretty quiet, but funny 
when he spoke. About my age and attractive. Shoot, they 
were all attractive, but at the moment, they were 
attracted to me. My ego soared. Regular exercise for a 
mother of two had been well worth it. He reached into 
the other box, and pulled out the item that I was 
probably most afraid of. Thigh/wrist cuffs. I had to 
give a reminder. "All right gentlemen. Remember the 
agreement. You stay in your seats." 

Morgan had already opened the box, seen the picture on 
the cover and was fastening a Velcro fabric around my 
thigh. Then he did the other. I was standing, so he 
moved my right arm to my thigh, and fastened it with 
another Velcro loop that was attached. Then he did the 
other arm. I couldn't move, and I didn't like the loss 
of control. 

Morgan stepped behind me and commented to the group, "I 
guess that's what bondage is about. Once you tie her 
up, you can have your way with her." As he said this, 
he reached around and grabbed both of my breasts, 
enjoying the handfuls. Then he said, "I think I'll 
enjoy these," and undid my arms. Whew. That could have 
turned out...how? 

I didn't want to get fucked by almost strangers. 
Marital commitment, disease possibilities, and.. .no 
birth control! It hadn't dawned on me about that. I had 
just recently had my diaphragm removed when my husband 
had gotten fixed. I had to stay in control, of them and 
myself. 

Tall, dark, and handsome stood, and I couldn't remember 
his name. He pulled out...tickling panties. Well, he 
was going to have to wash them before giving them to 
his wife. He looked at me, curiously. I explained, 
"They're kind of fun. They don't tickle, but they 
include a vibrating pad in the crotch. The part you 
will probably like is that they work with remote 
control up to 20 feet." 

TD&H looked like he had won the lottery. He knelt down 
and lowered my panties, exposing my cunt yet again. He 
held up the panties where everyone could see clearly 
the shade of the material where it was dry, and the 
darker shade where it was soaked. Thanks. I stepped 
into the new panties, which he guided up my legs. He 
made a minor adjustment to make sure that the pad was 
firmly set against my cunt, and smelled his fingers 
which were wet with my juices. Thanks, again. 

He then sat in his chair and told me to walk around. It 
was the knowing of what would happen, and not the when, 
that gave to me uneasiness and to him a huge grin. It 
jolted me. It was better than their occasional touch 
with a finger, MUCH better. It built. It stopped. It 
began. It began cycling between intense and annoying. 
That was enough. "I think a minute is all I can handle 
of battery operated devices." I pulled the panties 
down, wiped myself off a bit with them, and then handed 
them to TD&H, which he quickly moved to his nose. While 
he was inhaling, I couldn't help but add, "Enjoy. My 
husband does." That set the men laughing. 

Hugh was next, slightly round in the middle, and the 
only one in the group who didn't know what the deal was 
when he arrived, aside from me, that is. Another 
enthusiastic lottery winner. As he reached into the 
same box, he added that he was hoping for something 
remote controlled. Based on the way I had packed the 
boxes, he probably had a 50% chance. 
He won. 

This was one of my husband's personal favorites, and I 
told them so. "It is a remote control egg. It has a 
little string attached to it so that you can pull it 
out of your wife's... cunt when you're done. It has a 
range of 30' - 40', and, I would add from experience, 
makes my husband eager to go mall shopping with me." 

This was greeted by an assortment of cheers, which I 
lost appreciation for as I realized that Hugh was ready 
for me to spread my legs so that he could insert his 
toy. I couldn't yet face doing this with everyone 
watching, so I stepped around to the back side of the 
table, hopped up, and turned myself away from the 
others so that only Hugh could see. 

This was met by "boos" from my admirers, but, heck, 
they hadn't even found the regular vibrators yet. As I 
spread my legs, I asked myself if it was worth the $100 
I would receive from Hugh, and I decided that, yes, it 
was. Hugh pushed it in slowly, gently, with his eyes 
wide. He looked thrilled when the tension of my cunt 
opening pulled the little rascal in. He had me lay down 
on the table as he began to operate the control. 

It felt marvelous, and I started counting to one 
minute, both to keep my mind off the pleasure building 
within me and to be physically able to move on to 
whatever was next. Hugh surprised me as he placed his 
head at my cunt, his ear at my mound, listening for the 
vibrating within. He shrugged his shoulders and turned 
the control on full, wrecking my mental arithmetic. I 
could also hear Lou welcoming two new voices. Great, 
the gang was all here. At least he explained what was 
going on, accurately. 

Hugh said, "This thing sure is quiet," and he began 
pulling on the string. Slowly. I could only imagine the 
view as he saw my lips part and the egg emerge, still 
vibrating, and now audible. I shook slightly, the 
vibrations having felt almost too good within me. Hugh 
moved closer to where I could see him, and licked the 
egg, adding, "Thanks! Hayley," he added almost as an 
afterthought. 

I took a deep breath, leaned up, looked over the 
newcomers, and lost my breath. My husband, Steven, had 
gotten himself a chair and was sitting in line with the 
others. He was wearing the biggest shit-eating grin I 
had ever seen, and his hand was rubbing a stiff 
erection under his pants. He winked at me, which at 
least meant he wasn't yanking my butt out of there. 
Would he be mad? He didn't look it. I wasn't sure if 
any of the men knew he was my husband, and I wasn't 
about to bring it up. Still, it gave me a little 
security knowing that he was there. 

The men were disappointed to learn that I didn't have 
any other remote controlled items, but happy to learn 
that I had ample stock of those they had seen. More pen 
movements. Incredible. Various vibrating dildos came 
next. I knew I had two rows of them in the box. The 
other new arrival was first. David. 

As he held up a purple jelly-like 7" vibrator, he 
seemed right at home with the idea of walking into 
someone's home, grabbing a vibrator, and inserting into 
an unknown, naked woman's wet and swollen cunt. As I 
laid back on the table again, I couldn't quite see his 
other hand, but, still, it was somehow gratifying that 
he was probably rubbing his own cock through his pants! 
As long as he didn't take it out. 

The stroking within me felt really good, this 
particular vibrator being a great fit, not too thick, 
not too long. I had just started raising my hips to 
greet his thrusts when Lou said, "Time!". Drat. But, 
also good. Who was next? I didn't care. As each man 
took his turn, I was surprised to find myself so 
analytical. I had anticipated an atmosphere of sex in 
the room. 

Now, I had to admit, sex did hang in the air, the smell 
of mine. I had no idea that I could lubricate so much, 
or that so many men would want to taste me by licking 
their juices off their new toys. And I would definitely 
be able to commend certain of the vibrators in the 
future. I had never quite compared them against each 
other so...quickly. 

I wasn't sure if Steven was play-acting when it was his 
turn, but he did it all wrong. He knew the tempo I 
liked, and he wasn't giving it to me. He seemed 
tentative, and the sensations building within rebelled 
against tentative. I reached down to guide him 
slightly, but he removed my hand and continued to 
frustrate me. I was actually happy to hear Lou 
announce, "Time!" 

Steven's turn was over, and it was Lou's. I think Lou 
must have been a good student. He wasn't tentative, and 
in fact, was giving me just the pleasure I desired. I 
was building steadily, and quickly began raising my 
hips, because it felt so good. And naughty. A gasp 
escaped my lips. The men were giving Lou encouragement 
to finish me off. He was masterful with the strokes, 
but I couldn't quite get there. Then I felt him place 
his thumb on my clit. And press. And rub. 

That was not part of the demonstration, but I didn't 
care. I was breathing hard, and I could feel my orgasm 
nearing. A "yesss" escaped my lips, just a thrust away 
from cumming, when I heard "Time!" It was Steven. He 
did that intentionally! He knew my body like the back 
of his hand, and he knew that just the pause in action 
would step me down steeply. Lou smiled at me, and said, 
"Hayley, you're close, and you know you're going to cum 
before we're done." I just smiled. I certainly hoped 
so, if my idiot husband didn't wreck things. 

Everyone had a turn with a vibrator, and two men twice. 
Thomas, a graying 40-ish, distinguished looking man, 
reached in for a package. He must have been looking 
forward to another vibrator but was clearly 
disappointed. I wasn't. He unwrapped an 8" dildo, with 
a suction cup on the bottom. He obviously had wanted to 
get more intimate, but then realized that this could be 
fun, too. He moistened the suction cup, stuck it firmly 
to the table top, and said, "Okay, show us." 

My vibrator shows had basically been away from the 
guys, so each guy had a "private" view on his turn. 
Thomas, however, turned me around, so that everyone 
could fully see my nakedness. So many eyes, just 
watching me. I couldn't imagine being so beautiful, 
like a celebrity, that men looked at you with that 
intensity all the time, with your clothes on. But these 
lustful eyes wanted me in a way that gave me more 
confidence in my body, or, in some way, just being a 
woman, than I had ever known. I was terribly turned on, 
and frustrated by the vibrators. 

I squatted, somewhat obscenely, over the dildo. My legs 
were spread wide, and I could only imagine how my 
swollen clit looked to them. The moisture glistened 
from my legs as the top of the dildo parted my cunt. I 
lowered myself, slowly...fully. It was easy after all 
those vibrators. My sense of balance was a bit 
unsteady, so Thomas held one hand as I began raising 
and lowering myself. I decided that I was really 
enjoying this. 

Who was I kidding? I knew that I was enjoying this ever 
since I had dropped my bra. I looked at each of the men 
briefly, their eyes not watching mine, but rather at my 
sex. That is, until I came to Steven. He looked right 
into my eyes and mouthed the words, "I love you." What 
an occasion for that. 

I concentrated on the fullness of the dildo and 
increased my tempo. I didn't care who said "time," I 
wasn't stopping. I began to pant... then grunt... as 
the orgasm began building. Thomas moved behind me and 
steadied me by cupping my breasts, and I didn't care. 

My orgasm was just about to trigger when Thomas had the 
good sense to squeeze my nipples, and I gave into my 
desire, screaming I don't know what. As the last of my 
orgasms subsided, I stepped off the dildo, and sat on 
the table. I pried the dildo loose from the table and 
handed it to Thomas, who looked ecstatic with his 
purchase. At least, I hoped it was a purchase. I hadn't 
been paying attention to their order forms of late. 

Lou was a good host, and made a quick errand to get me 
a towel which I used to clean up with. That was 
probably the most embarrassing part of this experience, 
rubbing a towel over my sex and down my legs in front 
of them. Cleaning up had always been something I did in 
the bathroom, by myself, but the boys just talked over 
it. When I finished, they got quiet.

They were probably wondering if the show was over. I 
thought it probably should be. But just as I was 
thinking that, Max, the baby of the bunch, walked 
quickly over to a bag and withdrew an item. "The rules, 
you know. As long as we keep pulling stuff out, you 
have to demonstrate." A deal was a deal, and, heck, I 
was still turned on. I looked over at Steven, who held 
his head in his hands, wiping the sweat off his 
forehead. I supposed they were all pretty well worked 
up. 

When I returned my eyes to Max, he was holding the 
package in front of me. Well, this would be different. 
The other men couldn't see what Max had chosen, so I 
explained. "Okay, guys. Turnabout is finally fair play. 
Big Max here is going to have to drop his pants." 
Everyone laughed. 

"This is what is called a cock ring. It does two 
things. It constricts your cock, which keeps it hard 
for longer. Also, this particular set includes 7 rings, 
each with various textures that would please your 
partner during sex. As I mentioned, you can't try this 
on me, but I'll at least fit you." Max, to my surprise, 
had already lowered his pants and his underwear quickly 
followed. 

This was a sight. "Big Max" was right. I turned him 
profile to the group, with the desired effect upon 
Steven so that he could compare his own 6 inches to 
this 8 or 9 inch tiger. I had to kneel to do this 
right, and I had no doubt that the men were thinking 
blow job. Let them think what they wanted. The cock 
rings varied in size, and they were to be placed in a 
small strap that would keep them spaced properly. I 
held the strip along the top of his cock, and began 
working the largest of the rings down the length of his 
cock. Excuse me. His hard, veiny, and very hot cock. 

When I pressed the ring back as far as it would go, his 
cock swelled enormously. I grabbed the second of the 
rings and began working it, first over his fully 
enlarged head and then towards the base of his cock. 
The heat from his cock was amazing. And the way it was 
all stretched tight, I have to admit, did make me want 
to give it more than an idle lick. But, no. That would 
be a bad idea. 

There was just a little farther to go when my I felt 
his cock shudder, then a stream of cum struck my face. 
I was only stunned for a second and then tried to move 
out of the way, but Max turned with me, showering my 
face with his cum. He had pretty well sprayed my nose 
and my eyes, and I had to wipe them clear. The silence 
of the moment was broken suddenly by the noise of the 
men, who had all left their seats for a closer look. 

Steven, thankfully, took the lead to control the 
situation. "Guys, we're all pretty well pent up here. 
Hayley, if we promise to buy one of whatever's left in 
the boxes, and tip you on top of that, you wouldn't 
mind the rest of us cumming, would you?" THIS was 
helping? I couldn't believe it! 

My brain started to raise an objection, but if it's 
possible, conscious thought stopped. They mistook my 
silence for permission, and Steven was among the first 
to lower his pants and start stroking his cock. The 
others gathered around me. Eight of them, with Max 
watching. Max's cock had been the first cock I'd seen 
other than my husband's since...well, since another guy 
had seen me naked in college. 

It had been a long time. And here I was, surrounded by 
variety. Short, long, thick and thin. Straight, curved, 
hairy and almost bare. Small balls and...huge ones. Oh 
my. Lou looked loaded. But they were all bright red, 
with pronounced veins on the shafts, swollen heads that 
looked about to pop, and openings which were already 
wet. Pre-cum. Turned on by me, a married housewife. 

I was afraid of where this could end up, but Steven was 
here. Control remained the issue, but it was like 
inviting my own doom. "Go ahead and step closer! Surely 
some of you would like me to help." I reached to my 
sides, and grabbed two cocks, one of which was Lou's. 
Steven could just stroke himself silly. I wasn't giving 
him any help. 

The cocks felt wonderfully thick, warm, and... alive. 
It was hard to divert my attention from their raging 
hard-ons, but I looked to see Steven, still with the 
wicked grin, but with a distant look in his eyes, as he 
was staring at my breasts, or perhaps the cum that had 
dripped on them. 

"Big tips...boys." My voice faltered as Steven shot 
into my hair and on my shoulder. He hadn't cum for a 
week, and his goo seemed to coat me like a blanket. My 
fault, I suppose, for not emptying him earlier. A hot 
splash hit me on my cheek, and I turned to see Hugh's 
cock blasting his white goo towards me, little trails 
arching in the air towards me. Then the bottom dropped 
out. Cum was coming from everywhere, and I was caught 
between watching these men's cocks and closing my eyes 
to avoid their cum. The smell of cum seemed to permeate 
the room, or did it? My face was coated. I probably 
couldn't smell a rose if they held it up to me. 

The men had been shouting all sorts of things that I 
had never thought I would hear directed to me... 
"bitch," "cum covered slut," "bay-beeeee." I supposed 
that this was their way of saying that this was their 
fantasy, too. But as they emptied their cocks, some 
semblance of reason took hold, and they backed away 
from me a little bit. As I stood, I realized that they 
just wanted a better look. Or if they had ideas of 
touching, maybe they just didn't want to get their 
hands wet. 

I wiped cum from my face, but it felt super sticky in 
my hands, so I wiped my hand off on a breast, which was 
already wet enough. They thought I was teasing them, 
and, it turned out I was, as a string of cum dangled 
from my nipple. I couldn't help but laugh, so I wiped 
some more cum onto a finger and made a show of it by 
admiring the dangling goo before I wiped it off, over 
acting my search for a dry spot to wipe it off. What a 
mess. I asked for the towel, which Lou found tucked 
away behind Steven. Surely Steven hadn't tried to hide 
it. I noticed that the guys' dicks were slowly getting 
harder, and I had to regain control before... 

I wiped my face and hands off with the towel, then 
wrapped it around myself like a bath towel. Steven, at 
last, did something to help my situation, and pulled 
his pants up. The others seemed to follow his lead at 
that, at least. 

Now it was time for an accounting, and the men found 
their lists. The towel fell off as I tried to select 
their orders from my stock, which Steven and Hugh had 
brought in from the car. I found my panties, and pulled 
them up, my juices quickly wetting them. I hadn't sold 
anything in the nude before, but, standing there, 
almost naked, with dried cum here and there, well, most 
everywhere, seemed to keep their interest. I raked a 
hand through my hair, finding some wet cum with my 
fingers, Steven's probably, and wiped it on my breast, 
then smoothed it out to dry. I had their attention. "A 
deal is a deal, gentlemen." 

The total was just over $8,000, by far a record. I had 
sold about $3500 in products, which was excellent for a 
group of 8. I was definitely going home with some 
spending money. 

Lou asked if I would promise to do another show, in 
lieu of whatever arrangements I had made to pay his 
wife for hosting. Steven didn't object, so I said, 
"Sure. But the same rules." It quickly became unlikely 
that Lou was going to arrange another group, however, 
as his wife arrived home with a friend to see me 
packing my boxes, bare breasted, and the smell of cum 
obvious in the air. And, if she couldn't smell the cum, 
I was sure she could figure out what the sticky stuff 
on her hardwood floors was all by herself. Her friend 
almost fainted, and retreated out the door. 

Steven and I were the last ones to leave. Lou's 
driveway was relatively private from the street, and I 
couldn't wait any longer. Steven was just starting his 
car, parked a ways behind mine. I bent over my trunk, 
raised my skirt, and looked over my shoulder in 
invitation. 

His car started, he turned on the headlights, and then 
I heard the opening and shutting of the car door. 
Blinded, I heard only footsteps and a slight "zip" 
before I felt him enter me. Hard. Wonderfully Hard. You 
just can't buy a toy quite like that, but this thought 
was interrupted by the pleasure of my husband filling 
me and the sound of a slammed door somewhere deep in 
the house. 

END

Comments and suggestions are desired, especially from 
those who have shared it with their spouses. It would 
only take a few moments to make an author very happy... 
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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