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Recently I was at home and I heard my wife’s phone ring. She was gone shopping with her friend so I picked it up and it was a message from a high school friend Dennis. He had been a boyfriend on the block. I touched the message and it said - "It’s been fun flirting with you on the phone but you still have not sent a naked picture that you promised. I know you said you have DD's but I have not seen you since high school. I would love to see them. It cold out here in South Dakota and your hot body, even a picture, would be fantastic!! I love nasty chatting with you. A spicy one would be fun, after all I sent you one of my cock and you said, 'Mmmm, I love your cock, always did!!' Waiting for your pic honey chat soon." I heard her car pull in and I put her phone down on dresser where she left it. She came in and asked if I had seen her phone. I told her I had been in garage but I thought I saw it on the dresser this a.m. She hot-footed to the bedroom and got her phone and, relieved, she said, "Man, I thought I lost it!!" I said, "Glad you did not!!" She has a smart phone and watch and knew she had gotten a message.

Last year, my husband revealed that his biggest fantasy was me being a hot wife and fuck other men. He said it turned him on to see another man’s cock in all my holes. A few months ago, he took me to an upscale hotel in Dallas, I finally gave him what he wanted. He was the wildest Saturday in my life. First, he booked an in-room massage for me. The masseur was a young, well-built black man. As I laid on his massage table, he slipped out of his clothes. I swear his cock hung nearly to his knees. At the end of the massage, he started rubbing my clit and fingering me. He brought me off several times. He then moved closer to my head and started rubbing my tits, pinching my nipples, and fingering my cunt at the same time. His semi-hard cock was within a foot of my mouth so I reached out and put in my mouth. He instantly became hard as I sucked him. He then grabbed my head and pushed his cock down my throat. I soon felt and tasted his cum flowing down my throat. After he left, I texted my husband and told him to come up to the room. I thanked him profusely and stepped into the shower while J laid out my clothes for the evening. When I finished my shower, I saw my outfit J picked out. It was a blue silk dress with chains with three chains across the back. Obviously, no bra tonight. He also didn’t pack any underwear as he wanted me to go “commando.” A new pair of stilettos accompanied the beautiful dress. When I finished my makeup, I slipped on the dress. The dress was very short, only 3 inches below my pussy. The material was very clingy and you could clearly see my nipples and areolas. After I finished dressing, J told me an Uber was waiting for me outside to take me to a fancy cocktail bar about 4 blocks away. He told me to sit at the bar and order a drink. He would be along in an hour or so. I nervously climbed into the Uber. As I slid into the back seat, the hotel door man got a good peak up my dress as it slid up my thighs. Our sex life was beginning a new chapter. I walked into the bar and felt the eyes of every guy turn towards me. I sat at the bar and ordered a Manhattan. It didn't take long for the first guy to sit next to me. Within 5 minutes, a handsome Hispanic man asked if he could sit next to me and buy me a drink. I nervously agreed. As we chatted, he scooted his chair closer to me and placed a hand on my thigh. My bare thing! He repeatedly eyed my body from top to bottom. The dress that was hugging my body, and my swaying breasts. I wore a gold necklace that hung just above my cleavage. He lifted my necklace up to look at it and brushed my breast as he did so. Shortly after another guy approached. He was also handsome & charming, but there was a bit of an edge to him. He bought me a drink, we chatted a bit, and this time I did feel excited. His name was E and he owned his own business. He was very handsome so I really didn’t care about that information. As we started our second drink together, husband arrived. I now knew where this was going. The three of us had a nice dinner and did some dancing. E- then asked if I wanted to get out of there. I knew what that meant, so I eagerly said yes. The three of us to our hotel room. J made us some drinks while E started to caress and kiss me. The drapes to our room were open. As admiring the beautiful Dallas skyline, E slipped my dress off which sank to the floor. He asked me to keep my shoes on. I watched our reflections as E kissed me all over. He lifted me up and pressed me against the window. The glass was cold against my bare breasts but I didn’t care as E’s hot breath kept me warm. Soon he pushed me onto the bed. I pushed myself away from him, turned around, got on my knees and unzipped his pants, revealing a nice, uncut cock. I gave E the experience of his life, sucking him off in front of the window. I started slow and methodical, but after warming up starting sucking him at a feverish pace. He groaned, occasionally telling me how good it felt and how I was a good little cock sucker. His hand grabbed my head, pulling me deeper into him. I took every inch of him in, then felt his cum shooting into the back of my throat as he gave a deep groan. He held me there as I took all of his cum in, swallowing every drop. As his half hard cock left me mouth, I looked up at him, giving both him and J a mischievous grin. He took forced me back onto the bed and started licking my cunt. I felt my first orgasm of the evening come over me as he licked my cunt, tongued my clit, and fingered my asshole. As I came down from my orgasm, I felt his hard cock slip into my soaking wet pussy. He asked if he needed a condom. I said “No, I want your raw cock in me." His cock started sliding in and out, in and out. The whole time he whispered in my ear, telling me how good my pussy made him feel... how tight it was... how wet it was. How naughty of a girl I was for taking in the cock of a man I just met. He moved me over onto my hands and knees. He kept sliding in and out of me, dominating my pussy as he fucked me hard. "Oh yeah, fuck me." I said to him. He started thrusting harder into me. I felt my second orgasm of the night building. "Don't stop, I'm going to cum." My body gave out as my second orgasm overtook me. Holy shit did that feel good. Just as I began to come down from it, I felt him give a big thrust and cum deep inside my unprotected pussy. He collapsed onto my back, his heavy body pressing me into the bed. "God you're so sexy," he growled into my ear. We laid together in silence on the bed as J watched us basking in the afterglow of our fucking. I then felt J on the bed. He was on his back with a nice erection. I took him into my mouth then J said, "Ride me please." I straddled J and started riding his cock. J then grabbed my waist and pinned me. I then felt E working a lubed finger into my ass. I slowed my pace and steadied my breath as I took his entire finger in my ass. I bit my lip and waited for the next step. I then felt E slip his cock into my ass. I now had my husband in my cunt and my new lover in my ass. The two men started fucking me in earnest. "Fuuuuccckkkk..." I groaned as his cock entered me again. J and I did anal sex all the time, but this was a bigger cock than I was used to plus J was in my pussy making every hole tighter. I simply hung on for the ride of my life. After letting my ass adjust to E’s cock, he started thrusting into me, very slow and methodically at first. He then started fucking me like his life depended on it. It didn't take long until my most powerful orgasm yet overtook me. I let out a groan-scream as my ass pulsed around his cock. E and J kept fucking me through my orgasm, gradually picking up the pace. Then the let out a groan and came inside ass and cunt. My holes were now filled with cum. It was the best Saturday of my life. Counting the masseur, I took two loads in my mouth, two in my cunt, and one in my ass. After E left, J and I cuddled and drifted off to sleep. I had the sweetest of dreams.

My wife is a cancer researcher at a major university. One day one of the black surgeons who was 6 foot 8 inches tall came on to her. She called me and asked me what she should do. I told her to go for it. So she came home that day, shaved herself down below, and dressed in a very provocative dress that showed off her 38 DDD breasts. She left our home for his home. When she arrived they had a few drinks and she went to the bathroom to change. She put on a g-string and enough make-up to look the part with stiletto black heels. She went into his bedroom and undressed him. His 14 inch cock was erect and she began to rub it on her clit. She immediately squirted. He put her in the doggy position and fucked her from behind. As she got increasingly wet he could feel how hot she was becoming, so her took out a rectal vibrator and introduced it as he continued to penetrate her from behind. She came three times. He then had her get off the bed and kneel on the floor. He instructed my wife to begin to give him a blow job. He came all over her. Future stories to follow.

Life had gotten crazy. We needed a vacation. Katy and I are swingers and love the swinging lifestyle, but booking a room at our favorite swinger resort was out of the question on short notice. We did some checking online and were able to get a luxury suite on a popular Caribbean cruise line. Better yet, the ship set sail the coming weekend. We had booked the suite hoping we could do some wild things, and we did! We had a butler by the name of Aarav, who was Indian. He was about 5'9" and relatively slim but quite nice looking. Aarav was very shy and reserved the first day or two of our cruise. Still, as we made opportunities for Katy to be "accidentally" caught on several occasions, he finally loosened up, to say the least. We found out that he had been on board for nine months, and it would be another three months before he received two months of leave to live a normal life again for a brief time. You can imagine how horny a 30-year-old male who hasn't had sex in almost a year can be when he sees a woman like Katy. Every day when he came in to deliver snacks, refill the wet bar, turn down the bed, etc., he would find Katy lying on the veranda totally nude. And why not? On sea days, who would see her when there were no other ships around, and the veranda was totally private? After seeing Katy nude several times, Aarav asked me if we were nudists? I said yes, but also swingers. He had no idea what a swinger was, but he was extremely anxious to try swinging when I explained it to him. Unfortunately, he is on duty from 5 a.m. until 5 p.m., seven days a week. When he is through with his shift, he usually goes to his cabin on the lowest deck and just collapses from exhaustion. On the third day of the cruise, Aarav came to our cabin at about 5 p.m. to deliver snacks. Katy was sitting in her robe on the couch, which seemed to surprise him as she was nude so often. He asked if there was something wrong? Katy just said no; she had just had a bath in the jacuzzi and was relaxing for a while in her robe until time to dress for the formal dinner that night. Since I had explained about swinging, he began to ask Katy some questions, and she carefully answered all of his questions with a bit of show and tell. Within a few minutes, she was completely nude, and her 36 C tits were more than Aarav could take. He began to fondle and rub the nipples while Katy was unzipping his trousers. He still had on his tuxedo (which is the standard dress code for butlers). Katy was having fun taking his dick out and rubbing it up and down on her breasts which were quite aroused by this time with the nipples standing firm and hard. I knew that Aarav was ready to fuck. But he still didn't understand the husband wanting to watch. So I excused myself and pretended to leave the cabin through the dining room, but instead slipped back into the sitting room and hid behind the wet bar and watched the action. Aarav wasn't that well-endowed, maybe 6" long and relatively thin with an upturned dick that looked beet red on the end. Katy began to suck on his dick until he was about to shoot his load when she decided she had to have that thing in her pussy. Aarav laid down on the couch. Katy rose up over him and slowly slid his dick into her hot and wet pussy until I couldn't see much more, so I went into the bedroom behind them to get a better look. Aarav was moaning and thrusting upward. Katy was giggling and rubbing back and forth on his tool as she slid up and down at the same time. I knew she was using her kegel muscles to milk him as that is what she does best. Suddenly, Aarav cried out and started to cum loads of white stuff. He obviously hadn't had an orgasm with a woman in months as he was just worn out. Katy was just warming up, and Aarav was wiped out, so I walked into the room naked. I thought Aarav would have a heart attack until I told him to settle down and that it was okay. Then he sat up and watched as I ate Katy out with my mouth and tongue until she had a great orgasm, and I had a taste of Aarav's cum, which was a new thing for me. I decided it wouldn't be the last. The experience of tasty salty cum mixed in with my wife's just fucked musky juices was something I could get used to. My cock swelled even larger than usual at the new sensation. Katy and I began to fuck doggie fashion, and Aarav, getting his second wind, stood at the end of the couch and got his dick sucked at the same time. We both came in Katy within a few seconds of each other and then opened a bottle of Champagne. We completely forgot about the Captain's cocktail party and the formal night dinner. Something like this went on almost every night the rest of the cruise. Our last night was one of Katy's favorite swinging experiences ever, so I'll let her continue the story... I think Jack wrote you earlier about our little fun with the butler in our suite, but I thought I would tell you about our last night at sea. Aarav, our Indian butler, had the night off and decided he wanted to spend it with us again. There was no complaint on my part as while his dick wasn't as thick as I have been used to, he knew how to use it, which is always the most important thing. He also had been at sea for nine months and was as horny as a three-puckered goat! After dinner, he came to our room with a chilled bottle of Champagne and without his usual tuxedo. We invited him in and promptly climbed up on the bed, which had already been turned down. My pussy was already wet and ready as Jack had been licking me for about 10 minutes while we waited for Aarav. There were no clothes for me to take off as I was already naked and ready, but Jack and Aarav still had their clothes on, and we're popping the champagne cork. Our first flute of Champagne had just been consumed when I had the idea to pour a little on Aarav's dick and lick it off for him. That seemed to be a good idea, but he was so aroused that he almost came on the spot. "Hold on there for a minute, big fellow. I want some of that meat in my bald pussy," I said. No argument was given nor received. With that, he began to spread my labia with his left hand and fingers while positioning his dick at the hot opening with his right hand. I was so wet and ready that he slid that pole into my waiting pussy, and in a flash, we were fucking like teenagers. It only took about five minutes until Aarav shot his load and Jack took over. Jack licked up the cum running down my legs and began to spread my pussy lips with his own tool. There wasn't much spreading to do as I was already open and ready for business. Since Jack and I are so familiar with each other's bodies, we kept up a steady speed until I had my second orgasm and was ready for a third. Jack pulled out and saved his orgasm for a few minutes as Aarav took over again. This time Aarav had me on my hands and knees while he took me from behind and seemed to penetrate even deeper than before. He had already cum once, so this time he had some staying power, and Jack moved around to the other side of the bed and offered me his dick to suck. I'm never shy about servicing two studs at once! I got my rhythm going good, and in about 10 minutes or so, I had both of them shooting simultaneously and filling my mouth and my pussy simultaneously. Now that the guys had to rest awhile, I got up and took a bath in some lovely odalisque bath bubbles so that I would smell even sweeter. Then here comes Aarav again into the bath and proceeds to climb into the tub with me. Now that was a stretch, to say the least, and we had to give up trying to fuck in such a confined space. When we went back into the bedroom, Jack was slowly masturbating himself to another hard-on, and we had a passionate threesome going for the next hour or so. The following day I was sore but satisfied. Aarav has given me his home address in Mumbai, and we plan to take a vacation there and visit him sometime next year. He also mentioned having two brothers!

We weren't new to finding my wife a new fuck toy. We had enjoyed a threesome with a friend twice before. So when we decided it was time for another, we headed into the city to find her a new man. I directed her preparations, getting her dressed in a black, wrap-around dress, sheer black pantyhose, and high heels. She doesn't need a bra even though her breasts are very full. So naturally, we left that out. I had her lay back on our bed and spread her legs. I took a pair of scissors and carefully cut away the crotch of her pantyhose to expose her shaven pussy. Unable to help myself, I buried my face in there for a few minutes, just to get the heat going. We caught a cab into town and went to a fancy restaurant. With her beautiful long black hair, sparkling eyes, and smiling face, there she was, seeming so demure in this respectable place. I thought of her exposed pussy while we ate and discussed where to go looking for her extra man. We decided that a strip club would be a good place since the men would already be in the right frame of mind and less likely to be shocked by our intended proposal. It took us a few different clubs before we found one that seemed suitable, and we settled down to watch. As men moved around the club, I could see my wife checking them over, looking for one she liked. It didn't take long before she pointed out a man to me. He was sitting right in front of the catwalk watching the strippers perform, though I noticed him stealing glances at my wife from time to time. While it's not unheard of for couples to be in such a club, there were no other female customers here tonight, and I guess her presence was kind of obvious. I leaned over to her and whispered, "Why don't you let him see what he wants to see?" She smiled in that deliciously naughty way of hers. I felt myself growing hard as I watched her adjust the fold of her dress, so it parted nearly to her crotch. Then she slowly opened her legs so the guy (and any others looking, and they were looking) could see between her legs. Could see she was exposed. I looked at her eyes and saw she was looking straight at the guy she had picked. Not wanting to frighten him off, I didn't look at him immediately. Instead, I let my gaze wander slowly around the room, noticing a few smiles here and there as men noticed the new view. When I did look at the guy, he was still looking, as discreetly as he could manage, between her legs. I smiled to myself and knew we had our man. I asked my wife if I should be the one to approach him, and she thought that would work best, so I got up and slowly walked around the end of the catwalk and sat in a chair beside him. He knew where I had come from and got very nervous for a moment. He probably thought he was about to have a scene with the jealous husband of a flirtatious wife. However, I quickly put him at ease, said a friendly hello, and asked him if he thought my wife was attractive. He couldn't help stealing another glance at her still open legs. I was so turned on by the fact that she was still sitting this way, knowing that men were looking at her. She usually is very nervous about public places. I think the knowledge of what we were here for, a few drinks, and the rather decadent atmosphere of the place had worked a charm on her. Whatever, she looked glorious sitting there with the tops of her lips just visible above the cushioning of her chair. I told the guy that my wife liked to have extra men sometimes and asked him if he was interested? He eagerly agreed he was, so I invited him to our table. I directed him to a chair beside my wife and introduced him in the manner of, "Your name is...?" Not the most graceful way, but effective nevertheless. He quickly relaxed with her. She can really put a man at ease when she wants, and I swear you could almost feel real heat from the sensuality pouring out of her just then. I leaned close to them both and suggested he get a little more familiar with my wife before we left. She smiled at him, and after a brief hesitation, he leaned forward to kiss her. As he did, he put his hand on her thigh, which she grabbed and slid up between her legs, kissing him back hard and passionately. I must admit, I was a little nervous at this point. I mean, it was turning me on like crazy, but I was worried about getting thrown out, or worse. I glanced around the room to see what was going on. A lot of men were watching, some surreptitiously, but a few quite openly. I could see the bouncer moving through the club, but he seemed unconcerned by the events at our table. I asked my wife and friend if they'd like a drink? My real intention is to leave them alone for a while. Alone? Here? Anyway, I went for drinks and returned to find them sitting close, and with his hand now more 'properly' resting on her leg. She had adjusted her dress, too, though most of her legs were still showing. We finished our drinks and were ready to leave when my wife announced she wanted to visit the ladies room. We both watched her walk across the room and down the stairs to the restrooms. Several minutes went by, and when she still hadn't returned, I grew a little anxious. My biggest concern in such activities is her safety, physically and sexually. I realized many men could well be thinking she was a loose woman to be had by any who wanted her. I was just getting up from my chair when she appeared, with a young, about 20-ish man following her. She seemed relaxed, so I realized she was in control. As she reached the table, she gave me an odd smile I hadn't seen before. The young man was somewhat flustered but managed to get out that he wondered what was going on? He realized something sexual was in the works and wanted to be a part of it. This was only our first time with a man we didn't know, and I didn't think my wife would go for two men. The young man continued to say that he only wanted a blowjob and something about his girlfriend who wouldn't do it. I looked at my wife, expecting to see a clear sign of "no." To my surprise, she smiled at the fellow and said, "It's entirely up to my husband, whatever he wants me to do." I think I nearly came in my pants right then and there. I don't know where this wanton surrender in my wife was coming from, but I liked it a lot! Conscious still that we had been perhaps too demonstrative earlier, I thought it best not to leave as a group of four. I told the young man to wait outside for us, and we'd follow in five minutes. He almost ran out the door. When about the right time had passed, we got up and headed for the door, our picked man with his arm around my wife and me following behind. When we got outside, we saw the younger guy waiting and walked over to him. "Where shall we go?" I asked rhetorically, looking around this inner suburb of shops and office buildings. Across the road, I saw a tall building, set back from the road, with concrete abutments or trusses, whatever they're called, which would provide a dark area for this tryst. I indicated my choice, and we moved off. As we got closer, I saw some bushes which would add to our cover and pointed the area out to my wife. "Be sure to swallow," I said to her. She gave me this hungry grin, took the young man by his hand, and led him into the dark. The other guy and I were only 10 feet away, so we could see clearly as she backed him to the wall, knelt down, and took his erect cock out of his pants. With an endearing glance up at his face and a smile, she thoughtfully pulled her hair to one side so her audience could watch as she took him into her mouth. There she was, my beautiful, classily dressed wife, kneeling on concrete in a not too clean area, moving her head slowly back and forth on this guy's cock while her husband and a complete stranger watched her. She knew it, and she was obviously enjoying herself hugely. We listened to the wet sucking noises as she slid forward on his dick till her nose was against his fly. Then pulling back till the tip of his cock just rested on her lower lip and tongue, then diving forward to swallow him again and again. It was fantastic to watch. The guy beside me said, "This is going to be a terrific evening." No kidding! In just a few minutes, the young guy convulsed, and I saw my wife pull back on his cock, keeping his cock head firmly locked within her lips as his hips spasmodically shook. Several times I saw her throat contract as she swallowed his hot cum load. When he subsided, she noisily sucked on his knob. With her thumb against the underside of his cock, forefinger on top, she stroked up the length of him, coaxing the last white pearls of cum out of his tube. These she held on her tongue and then turned to us with her tongue out so we could see before she swallowed the last of her sexy treat. The young fellow mumbled thanks and literally ran down the street. Back to his girlfriend, I guess - maybe she was waiting for him somewhere. My wife adjusted her dress, and we three proceeded to the other guy's place, which he had told us was just down the street. It turned out he was caretaking at this old theater, and as he let us in, we could smell those odors only such an old pace can have. We passed through the foyer where drinks and popcorn would have been sold, then through the traditional curtains and into the theater itself. This was a stage theater, I discovered, with rows of fold-up seats climbing in tier after tier towards the back where we stood. We walked down the ramp towards the stage. Our host disappeared for a moment and switched on the stage spotlights. We climbed up onto it and spent a few minutes checking out the props and other clutter I didn't recognize. We started horsing around a bit, moving about on stage, but gradually the mood changed, and as my wife would pass by one of us, we would caress her briefly. The caresses were soon replaced by fast gropes, and as we men moved closer towards her, she was forced to stop. We both began stroking her body, still standing. As the other guy moved in front of her to kiss her, I moved behind her. I knelt, reaching up under her dress and grabbing the tops of her stockings, pulled them slowly down her legs, leaving her naked under her dress. When they were pooled around her ankles, I got her to lift one foot then the other, sliding both stocking and shoe off each time. I stood back for a moment and watched them as they embraced, kissing deeply. After a moment, they pulled back slightly, and I took my wife's shoulders from behind and pulled her another step away, keeping her facing him. I teased the tie of her dress undone, then slowly opened its folds one side, then the other, pulling it back to fully reveal her body to the other guy's hungry eyes. I ran my hands up and down her body a few times, cupped and squeezed those gorgeous tits, then slid my hands higher, to her shoulders, and away, causing her dress to fall to the floor behind her. I pulled her to me, my hands again caressing her breasts and belly. I reached down lower and pushed my fingers between her legs, not surprised to find her already wet. With my other hand, I tilted her head back slightly, then brought my glistening wet fingers up to her mouth and painted her lips with her own juices. Her lips parted, and a soft moan escaped as her tongue came out to taste my fingers, which I offered now for her to suck. Kneeling down once more behind her, I pressed outwards on her ankles, and she understood, moving her feet apart. I pushed harder, and she responded, spreading her feet as far apart as she could while standing. I ran my hands up the outsides of her legs and back down, then brought one hand inside to run slowly up her leg till I reached her shaved sex. She shuddered at the contact, and her hips moved slowly as I put two fingers inside her, then three. She started to move faster, but I restrained her. I meant to display her to our guest and didn't want things to progress too far too fast. I removed my fingers and used them to spread her moisture all around her lips, massaging them and her clit, then spreading her slippery lips as best I could for the other guy to see. I made a motion to him to undress, for he was standing there mesmerized. He understood and quickly lost all his clothing. I stood and again pulled my wife's head back against my shoulder, then lifted her arms up and back. I knew this would display her breasts beautifully, and with her legs open, the bright spotlights I was sure would be glinting off her wetness. I waved the guy forward, offering my wife's body to him. He came forward and kissed her neck, moving down to her breasts, her belly, and finally her pussy. She quivered powerfully as his tongue made contact, and soon I had to help her remain standing as her arousal built. Before she came, I interrupted the proceedings, wanting her to be screaming to be fucked. She loved/hated this, but it always gave her more powerful orgasms later. I spread her dress on the wood of the stage and pulled her down on it. We both now had at her in earnest. He was sucking noisily on one breast, then the other, as I took my turn between her legs, licking and sucking her into my mouth and wriggling out of my clothes at the same time. She was soon sopping wet, and the other guy was now kneeling over her face, and she was sucking his dick for all she was worth. Her breasts were flushed and her nipples hard. Her belly was shaking with approaching orgasm, and one hand was clutching her dress on the floor in a death grip. I paused for a moment, stunned by what I was watching, by what I had seen her do tonight, how she was being so incredibly uninhibited. I had to fuck her right then. I quickly got to my knees and spread my own legs wide to lower myself into position without lying on top of her. I didn't want her to stop sucking his dick, and I wanted to watch those tits bounce with my thrusts. As I placed the head of my cock in position, I held there a moment as I reached to grab her raised and very spread thighs for purchase, then thrust violently into her. Her hands flashed up to grab the other guy's legs, seeming to need to pull his dick right down her throat in response to my entry. Indeed, his balls were occasionally bouncing on her nose as she swallowed the length of him. I was crazy with my need and pounded at my wife's pussy as hard as I could, as fast as I could. In barely a minute, I just couldn't hold on anymore, and throwing my head back, I released a primal yell as I shot my semen into her body. This triggered my wife's orgasm, and a choking cry wrenched from her around the generous cock filling her throat. She contracted so hard on me, I could barely thrust into her. With each pulse, I would pull almost completely out of her. Then slam as hard as I could to the hilt, holding this position a moment, then repeating until finally I was spent. Even now, she was still spasmodically clenching her muscles around my dick. She had lost the other guy's dick, and her head was thrown back in a silent scream. I had never seen her come so strongly before. Her back was arched, and ripple after ripple raced through her body. She gasped in a breath, then another, and finally relaxed back down to the floor. She rested there a moment, then opened her eyes, looking for the cock she had so recently been sucking. As she returned it to her mouth, she sucked more languidly, nibbling and licking, reaching up to taste his balls. After a moment, I slid out of her, and she expressed a disappointed mew at my absence. As I sat back from them, exhausted, she pulled the guy down to lie on the floor and repositioned herself to better give attention to his throbbing cock. My wife gives incredible deepthroat head, and she worked slowly, skillfully on him as I watched. After a time, he pulled her down to him, rolled her onto her back, and, lying beside her, buried his fingers into her dripping sex as he sucked hard on her nipples. My wife was so wanton. She opened her legs as wide as she could, offering this stranger total access to her body. I stepped down from the stage and climbed three rows up to sit and watch the remainder of the show. The guy was still playing with my wife's pussy, and his hand glistened wetly in the lights. He had moved around slightly, so she had room to spread her legs wider until her pussy stood out from her body in all its dripping, pink glory. I could see her whispering to him, probably telling him what she wanted. I intently watched as he moved around to kneel between her legs. As he did, my wife raised her arms above her head and crossed her wrists. I knew what this meant. She likes to be tied occasionally, to be submissive for a while, to be without control. What my shameless wife was doing was totally abandoning herself to this man's need. I felt myself hardening again. The guy had begun finger fucking her, and I could hear the wet slurping from my vantage point. I felt like a voyeur, for I was in relative darkness while they remained under the bright spotlights. They could not see me, but I could see everything. He had started out gently and slowly, but my wife seemed to be encouraging more effort. I could not hear her words, but I recognized the signals. I leaned forward in my seat as I saw him put all four fingers inside her. I knew he would never get fully inside her this way, she was way too tight, and I could see in the tension of her body that it must be hurting her slightly, yet still, she encouraged him. He started pumping his hand at her harder and faster, and again I could see her fists clenching as the climax approached. He must have gotten too carried away at one point because she suddenly reached down with one hand to slow him. I saw her say something, then he continued, again building up slowly and watching her for any signal. He must have got it right, for soon she was bucking madly against his hand. I was stunned to see her reach right down, grab his wrist and pull his hand into her, as hard as she could, as she thrashed and gyrated against his knuckles. As she relaxed, she let go of his wrist, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. We occasionally had really hard sex, but for only a few minutes at a time, and only once in a while. Now, my dear wife had been fucked hard by me and had now had four fingers spreading her wider open than ever before. He must have been in nearly to his last knuckles. I had a new perspective on my wife's sexual appetites. She had to be sore, yet she must know he would want to fuck her now. Indeed, his cock was ramrod straight, and as he moved tentatively over her, she opened her arms to receive him. He laid upon her, squashing her tits with his chest. Remembering what he saw me do earlier, possibly at her suggestion, he brought his slippery hand up to her mouth and smeared the mixture over her lips. As before, her lips opened to accept this offering, and one by one, she sucked them clean. They kissed, and he rolled a bit to one side to squeeze a breast. After a few minutes, she planted her feet flat on the floor and began moving her hips gently. He knew what she wanted, and I saw his butt rise up as her hand snaked down to grasp him and bring him to her tortured pussy. He eased slowly, carefully into her, and I saw a brief frown of pain cross her face. She held him still against herself for a few moments, then began running her fingernails along his back. They whispered a few words to each other, then he began to move on her. Though she had to be very tender, her arousal was obviously growing. Soon I saw her spread her legs wide once more, wanting him deeper inside her body, giving him maximum penetration. He began to thrust in longer strokes, and his tempo increased. My wife wrapped her legs around him, hooking her heels behind his butt in a way I knew well and pulling him into her harder. Much as when he had fisted her, she seemed unable to get it hard enough, and her heels slid from him as she tried in vain to pull him in harder. So she dropped her feet to the floor and began bucking at him savagely. He slid his hands under her and gripped her shoulders, and I could see the muscles in his arms and back straining as he pulled her down onto his thrusting cock harder and faster. I couldn't believe the ferocity of the passion I was witnessing. My wife is very passionate, yes, but this was amazing. A few minutes more, and her orgasm was punctuated by another scream as she went rigid beneath his pounding body. She fought for breath as he continued pumping, her eyes half-open but unseeing. His ass was almost a blur. The wet smack of their groins meeting became nearly continuous music of animal passion. Finally, he burst inside her, starting another orgasm in my wife. As they slowed, then stopped, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and squeezed him tightly. When she finally lay back, I could see tears in her eyes. For a moment, I feared she had been injured, but the smile on her lips told me that she was in that rare place she goes; when the passion has so moved her, she cries with the joy of it. I relaxed and smiled in turn. I stood and walked down the ramp and climbed the stage. I walked to their sweaty bodies and sat near them. He was still inside her, and I knew she liked that. She looked at him, wriggled her hips playfully, and breathlessly whispered to him, "That was so good, so good. Yum." She stretched then, like a great purring cat, and reaching back, took my hand. She looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I love you. Thank you for tonight." Then she laughed, and moaned saying, "I am so fucked." We couldn't make love for several days afterward, but the following weeks were some of the best sex we have ever had. We can hardly wait for the next time...

Read the prequel to this story at Black and White New Years Eve Sex Swap I am writing this tonight as Darius just left, and Cheryl is exhausted. First, let me tell you that Darius never called after our get-together at New Years for the open house. Cheryl waited and waited but was too proud to call him, and he had accidentally lost her number. Fortunately, I called our neighbors and, without telling Cheryl, got Darius's office number and asked him to give Cheryl a call. It didn't take any encouragement from me as he was anxious to see her again as well. For those of you who didn't read the last story or may have forgotten. Darius is a giant of a black man. A former professional athlete with an attractive wife, Kyra, that I got to fuck the last time we were together. However, this time, I just wanted Darius and Cheryl to have a good time together and maybe get to not only watch but to video the screwing session. This morning I heard Cheryl on the phone with Darius. She was ecstatic about the fact that Darius had finally called. Since she had no idea that I had given him the number, she was really excited. When she hung up the phone, she told me that Darius wanted to come over tonight, and did I mind. "Of course not," I replied. "Maybe I can watch and see a little better this time and even video the fucking for our collection." Cheryl readily agreed and started making arrangements for this evening. She had her hair done, a facial, and all the stuff that women do and was back home before cocktail hour. Darius arrived around five. I had already fixed drinks and made some sandwiches. When Darius walked in the door, he nearly filled the doorway with his 6' 4" frame. I had forgotten just how big he was. After kissing Cheryl hello, he sat down, and we all had a couple of drinks and talked about our last session. Cheryl was concerned that I was being left out and asked about Kyra. You see, Cheryl didn't know that I had requested Darius to come alone. Darius assured her that Kyra knew he was there but was busy tonight but was looking forward to meeting us again. I asked Darius if he minded if I set up the video so we could have a lasting memento. He agreed, provided that I also be in the video and that it be kept private since he is well-known around town. After we were all cool with what was going to happen, he and Cheryl began soul kissing. They took each other's clothes off until they were totally naked. Darius picked Cheryl up like a toy, laid her on the couch, and began to eat her moist and ready pussy. As he licked up and down, I could see his dick, which was only semi-hard, began to grow until it was at least 11" long and about as big around as a beer bottle. Cheryl was moaning and humping his mouth while he used his long and talented tongue to bring her to her first orgasm of the night. While this was happening, I got undressed. Needless to say, I had an urgent need for some sexual relief but didn't want to intrude on what was happening with them. Darius spread Cheryl's legs even farther apart. He slowly began to insert his massive dick into her waiting pussy an inch at a time until his balls were slapping against her ass. Darius then picked Cheryl up in a bear hug. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he walked her down the hall to the bedroom, keeping his dick firmly in place. He walked quickly, Cheryl bouncing on his dick with each step he took. With each additional step, what had started as a low moan from Cheryl's mouth turned into a loud wail. I knew from the position they were in that Darius's cock had to be reaching places inside of Cheryl that had never been reached before. When they reached the bedroom, the bed was ready and waiting. As Darius laid Cheryl down, he slipped a couple of pillows under her ass. Now her pussy with his hard dick still inside was at the right level for him to stand at the side of the bed and slam his black meat home with great enthusiasm. Cheryl looked like she was in Heaven, but she also looked uncomfortable as her ass was way above her head. Being a considerate husband, I got some more pillows to support her back and neck so that she was almost level. She began to move, thrust, twist, and enjoy all of Darius's cock until he had to pull out and the pillows were thrown on the floor. Darius still hadn't come, and he was more than ready. Turning Cheryl over on her hands and knees, he put his cock back in her pussy. Darius fucked Cheryl doggie-style until both of them exploded in a giant orgasm. After Darius and Cheryl got their second wind, I walked over to the head of the bed and placed my penis at Cheryl's red and wet mouth. She eagerly began to suck on me until I was dying to cum. I held her head and fucked her mouth until I shot my own load, which she gladly swallowed for me. Darius was now ready for more, and so was Cheryl. She is multi-orgasmic and loves a lot of fucking. This time Darius laid on his back. Cheryl slowly lowered herself over him until her vagina was sucking on the tip of his cock. Cheryl was rotating her ass as she lowered her pussy and began to take him all in her hot pussy. I could see all 11" inches disappear, reappear and disappear again and again until he shot another load in her, and she simultaneously orgasmed with him. Now the cum was running out of her pussy and all over his black balls and the sheets. The contrast of the white cum, her pink pussy, and his black balls was striking. So erotic. They laid there together, she on his chest, and he with his shrinking dick in her pussy. The sight was just too good to be imagined. I had seen enough and wanted to give them some afterglow time alone, so I slipped out of the room. As I write this, Darius has gone, but we have a fantastic couple of videos to watch together later.

Bad Boy by Adam Gunn Reggie was a bad boy. I knew it when he sent me that sex on the beach in the bar, I knew it when he groped me for the first time in the hallway by the men’s room, I knew it when I left with him. My girlfriends were astounded, they never thought I’d do anything like that. I was a year out of my marriage, hadn’t dated in all that time, refused any and all lines that were tossed my way. The sex that night was fantastic! We went to his place, and he knew his way around my body as if he’d had it marked on his cell phone’s GPS. I came, and came again, and again! He didn’t do anything fantastic (that first night!) just oral and then a couple of different positions. But there was something about the way he grabbed at my tit, or stuck a finger in, that really, really!, turned me on. After we were done, a couple of hours of it, he drove me back to my car, I remember thinking that it had probably been a one-night stand, that I’d never hear from him again. And even though my lady bits throbbed the next day, I wasn’t that disappointed. It was just the spur of the moment, I figured. Then I got the text. Very casual, ‘How ru doing - had a great time do it again” I had to stifle myself before I texted back, a couple of very long hours later, ‘sure’. He picked me up the next Friday night, took me to a restaurant, wine and seafood, witty conversation. A couple of times he was on the edge, the topics just a bit racy, a touch indelicate. But I had no qualms about inviting him up to my place, no worries about leading him to my bedroom. Again, the sex was simply amazing, he encouraged me to try a couple of new things. Well, at least they were new for me. We kept dating, once or four times a week. One night when I was having drinks with my girlfriends he just showed up. They thought he was sharp, but crude. I didn’t care, he had a beautiful prick! But, of course, they couldn’t see that, except when I’d show up at brunch with a big smile on my face. The months went by, bit by bit he dragged me in. The first time that he touched my rectum while he was down there I flinched, but I didn’t tell him to stop - the way he rubbed it just felt so good. A week later, when he put his finger in it, I moaned. And then, the very next night, when he coaxed me onto my knees and dribbled lube onto my second hole, I couldn’t tell him I’d been waiting for that moment. And when he forced it into my backside, I screamed - half in pain, half in some of the greatest pleasure I’d ever had. I still knew he was a bad boy. Sometimes I’d try to see him on a Friday or Saturday night, he couldn’t make it. Once I found a g-string peeking out from under his bedframe, and simply wondered if she screwed as well as I did. I wasn’t in love with Reggie, I was never in love with him. He didn’t mind, he had other places to go on Thanksgiving. I was open to other dates, if Reggie had his, I wasn’t going to be a wall flower when he was out spreading his pollen. I knew I wasn’t ready to settle down again, not yet, but a girl needs to keep her options. On successive Saturday nights I went out with Tommy, then Mike, then George. Nothing happened with Tommy and Mike, they just weren’t my style, but George was fine. On our third date, I invited him up to my place, after I lit a couple candles he got the idea. After we got naked, in my bed I sucked on him. He seemed no different from Reggie, except where Reggie was very animated in the sack George seemed listless. He kissed my labia, couldn’t seem to find my button, I faked excitement. I let him up on top of me, and without much ado there he was, fully buried. He just wanted to thrust, in and out, I tried to raise myself, change the placement of our legs, but it didn’t do much good. Perhaps five minutes after he started I felt him come. I let him cuddle a little bit, thinking the second time around would be better, but he talked about having to work in the morning, (on a Sunday?) and then he had his clothes on and was out the door. I was prepared to duck his calls for another date, was spared when he never phoned me again. Reggie brought a camera into the bedroom. Actually it started when he took pictures with his phone of me in the shower, I found I liked the way my body looked, although my teats are too small and my hips too broad, somehow it made a pleasing picture. I let him coax me the next night, I stripped for the camera, let him continue clicking as he made love to me - I never realized my face contorted that much as I orgasmed. Of course that was followed by the installation of a webcam in my bedroom. I let Reggie record one of our sessions, he promised me he’d never let anyone see it without my permission. I thrilled to see my body being used on my television screen, it was more erotic than the anonymous porn we’d been watching. And then, during our phone sex sessions, I roused when the amber light on the webcam began blinking, and I knew Reggie was watching me bring myself off. Of course, I was always careful to pull the plug on the damn thing when I didn’t want it to be used. The next frontier for me was broken the night Reggie took me to a jazz club - it would have been smoky back in the old days - and in the back of a hall, where they stored chairs, he placed me on top of a table, ripped my panties off, and took me, there and then. I was facing out, as he screwed me I saw a couple of guys come out of the toilet, look down and try to make out what we were doing, as if they didn’t know. And when I realized I was being watched as I was having sex, I had the most delicious orgasm. Yes, I know, I was turning into a pervert. When Reggie found out I was into being watched, he set up other opportunities to have public sex. A picnic table in a park. The car in the mall parking lot. He got a hotel room downtown, the fourth floor on the street, and he pushed me against the window with the street light beating in on us. I caught a guy looking at us from across the street as I braced my hands on the windowsill and Reggie pounded me from behind. I shook my naked breasts at the guy, liked it when he rubbed his dick through his pants. We tried other things. Reggie took me to an adult shop, bought me three vibrators, then tried one of them out on me in the car. Reggie tied me up one night, cut my bra and panties off, then had me any way he wanted. I found that to be okay, but I trusted him completely and thus couldn’t relish the sense of danger that, I assume, is the point of bondage. He loved to watch me masturbate, I loved doing it for him. He bought me a sexy nurse costume, it turned out that I wasn’t into role play. That was okay, he was simply trying to find out what my limits were, it didn’t make our top ten list. Chocolate drizzled over our bodies, a strawberry tucked inside me, of course! Blindfolds (for both of us,) ice, candle wax, I liked it, so did he. A Christmas present were three books of erotica, he suggested I come up with new ideas from them. We went to a strip club, I got off on watching the men watching the women. Reggie asked me if I wanted to come back on amateur night, be the one that was taking my clothes off. I thought about it, I’d love to see a gorgeous hunk devour me with his eyes, but there were too many fat old guys and perverts there, so I decided no. Does it seem that all Reggie and I did was have sex? That’s not far from the truth. Although we sometimes dined together, both in public and private, hot sex was our number one project. I never suggested going to the theater or an art gallery, not with him, a romantic weekend in a bed & breakfast wasn’t our style. One night we were engaged in rather tame foreplay, at least for us, just after the six month anniversary of our first fuck, and Reggie asked, “What would you think about a threesome?” “I don’t think I’d be wild about it. I’ve never been attracted to women. But if you want me to try it, I will.” He laughed. “Well, thanks, maybe, but I was actually thinking about another guy for you.” Now this was an idea, but caution caused me to reject it. “No, one guy at a time is enough for me, I think.” Anticipating his next idea, I added, “I don’t think I’d want to try an orgy, or anything like that, either.” As always, Reggie went with the flow, just said, “Okay,” and made a pretzel out of me. Reggie let a couple weeks go by, then told me to dress as sexy as possible one night. “Wear something you’d be comfortable in if we were going to have sex, but then put a coat or something over it. The people we bump into shouldn’t realize that we’re going to screw until you take it off.” So we were going someplace where we would have public sex. Was I a little uncomfortable with the thought? Of course, every time Reggie tried something new with me, I’d get those butterflies. But Reggie had never put me in a position where I’d been tremendously disquieted, had always listened the times I said No, never lied to me. Even though I was uneasy about it, I decided to find out what it was all about, I could always walk away if I didn’t like it. I had a black fishnet tanktop with panties, and matched the outfit with a leather miniskirt. Reggie picked me up at 8:15, after a forty minute drive we found our way into an old mall, parked in front of what appeared to be an abandoned department store. The windows were blacked out, there was another couple entering a small, makeshift foyer with us. The receptionist was seated beneath a sign that said ‘Club Illicit,’ we were admitted. It was a sex club! I’d never been in such a place, but suddenly I couldn’t wait to discover it’s mysteries. I gave up my jacket easily, found I wasn’t the skimpiest dressed broad in the place by a long shot. Some people knew Reggie - I assumed a few of the girls were well acquainted with him, it didn’t faze me - we dropped into conversations. The talk wasn’t much different from a cocktail party, yet there was this undercurrent around us, one that reeked of eroticism. Reggie showed me around the place, a large dance floor and restaurant (“We never want to come here for the food,” Reggie complained, “unless you want badly fried fish.”) There was a small swimming pool, the few people that were in it were naked, the water temperature was warm enough to lounge. On each side of long hallways were private rooms, some small with just a queen sized bed, others with two or three beds or a couch, perhaps a trapeze, maybe a window that voyeurs could watch through. Only a couple of the rooms had closed doors, it was early yet, not even ten o’clock, I wondered what time things would really get going. And then we happened upon an amphitheater, in the middle at the lowest level were five or six mattresses, three tiers of chairs and couches rose around the center. I knew the purpose immediately! In my mind I saw a dozen or more naked bodies cavorting, I wanted to be a witness in the stands. Did I want to be among the bodies? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t have to make up my mind just yet. We rejoined the crowd in the dance room, Reggie and I began bumping and grinding. I noticed that some of the women were dancing erotically with each other, some were topless. If there was groping between partners, watching them energized me. Reggie and I switched with another couple, the man put his hand on my waist, it didn’t feel like just another dance; I saw Reggie cup the girls ass, I couldn’t bother to be jealous. We fell into a conversation at a table with a very attractive couple wearing wedding rings, the topic was sex. I found they’d been in the ‘LifeStyle’ for two years, were ‘full-swap’ although they didn’t mind ‘soft-swap,’ the woman had started to explore her ‘bi-side.’ The guy felt my leg above the knee, south of the promised land. And then, the invitation. “Would you guys like to go into a room with us?” I knew what he meant, if we did Reggie would make love to the woman, I’d let the guy take me. He was kind of attractive, I admit I was tempted, just a little. But, as curious as I was, I was still cautious. I just wasn’t sure that I was up for that scene. Maybe, I decided, the next time we were here, just not tonight, not yet. “No, I don’t think so,” I answered, without giving Reggie a chance to put his two cents in. “But thanks, maybe another time,” I added insincerely. The other couple left us in hunt for other game, it was evident that they wanted to swap badly. I didn’t mind their offer, in fact, I enjoyed the idea that I turned him on enough that he wanted to possess me. Yes, another time, quite possibly. But I still wasn’t sure that I wanted to ‘swap’ with Reggie as my partner. Confused? Perhaps. But my mind was reeling, things were happening fast without any time to take it in. Since I hadn’t known what was going to happen when we got here, I hadn’t had time to consider all my options, I knew I needed to sort it out. Reggie and I took a walk, through a window we watched a woman older than I entertain two men. The lighting was dim, the triplet was almost silhouetted, yet the acts they engaged in enticed us, as the almost-eroticism of a James Bond opening will. I watched as the women took both men, one in her vagina, the other in her mouth; the men traded positions, I wished I could hear the sounds of their fucking through the window. Maybe, after this group was finished, Reggie and I could take the room over, I thought I’d like it if strangers could watch me screwing. In another room two women cavorted, satisfying each other, while their men sat to the side, both naked, simply watching them. I wondered what the touch, the kiss of a woman would feel like, put it on my to-do list. A peek in the swimming pool, men sat on the sides, both having their pricks sucked by women standing in the pool. For a second, I wondered if they were married and had swapped, then I didn’t care. They were having fun, that’s what sex is all about. We moseyed to the dance floor, perhaps twenty-five people cavorted, many more women than men. A song was playing that I simply love, the bass high, the rhythm besieged me. Reggie and I danced, I leaned into him, he petted me. Another man joined us, he was pleasing to my eye, we formed a troika, I whirled from one man to the next. As one song merged into another, Reggie winked at me, left the dance floor. I could have left with him, instead stayed with the newcomer. As the music lifted us we twirled, and suddenly I found myself in his arms, my back to his chest. He pulled my hips to his, I could feel his stiffness against my ass, I wriggled against it. He enticed me to lean back, I placed my hand around his neck, felt his fingers on my breast, pinching my nipple. Instead of pulling away, I turned my head around, our lips met. From the sidelines, Reggie spied on me, I wanted to give my man a show. I continued to dance with this new guy, sometimes apart, often together. If he felt my ass, I let him, if we kissed, I didn’t mind. It was only when I felt his finger slip into the front of my skirt and contact my mons that I halted. Walking to my lover, I flowed into his arms and kissed him. “Excited?” I asked. “I am,” he allowed, “you are too.” “Hot as a firecracker! What’s next?” I expected to be led into a room, thought Reggie would fuck me then. I was wrong. Reggie led me down the halls to the coliseum, we sat on the top tier, he dragged me to his lap. A couple of men sitting by themselves or with their dates leered at me, their looks inflamed me. On the mattresses below us three women were screwing. One couple was in missionary, the other two women were involved with several men each in various forms of foreplay or fucking. As we watched the action, Reggie played with me, sucking a breast, sticking a hand underneath my skirt, playing with my clit. As I watched the play, my nipples crinkled, I had my first orgasm of the night, puny, a harbinger of explosions still to come. One of the men seemed done with the naked lady he was with, left her. I watched her catch the eye of a another man, wink at him. He undressed as he approached her, with little preparation she laid back, spread, and he pushed into her. “Shall we join them?” Reggie asked. I was blazing, didn’t have to - didn’t want to - think what I was doing. “Yes!” As a prelude, I let Reggie undress me on our perch, down to my panties that I wanted left on for some unexplained reason, and then Reggie was taking his clothes off completely and leading me to the altar. We found an open bed, he stood beside me as I sat, I took his most excellent cock inside my mouth. As I played with him, I searched the stands, seeing if we were being watched. There were, perhaps, two dozen observers, men outnumbered women three to one - this was what they were doing as their wives danced! And I saw lust in their face, I felt some of it was for me. Then my panties were off, Reggie sucked my clit, the first really great orgasm of the night hit me, all shivers and colors. And again the miracle hit. And again, I couldn’t tell you how many there were. In my lucid moments, I could see the audience gazing at my body, my movements. That was the icing on the cake, the enhancement I relished. I got up a little shakily, pushed Reggie onto his back, rose above him. Around me I heard three women and more men in various groans, moans, harsh breathing and screams. I grabbed Reggie’s prick and slid down on it. I screwed him. Yes, I came again, but a piece of my brain kept track of the movements around me, the sights, the sounds, especially the syrupy smell of sweat and sex. As I moved I knew the circle behind me was able to see Reggie’s penis slide in and out of me. I didn’t care. No, that’s not true, I wanted them to see the lewd show, wished them happiness as they watched me. I wondered just what it was that they were seeing, I would have loved to be able to be outside myself, watch myself as Reggie and I fucked. We shifted, I sat on his lap as he dangled his legs to the floor. I caught the eye of one man, he was dressed except that his fly was open, his penis exposed and his hand surrounding it. I winked at him, he misunderstood. He came to us, kissed me, fondled my left breast. I kissed him back, didn’t mind, took the penis in my hand, jerked. “Can I join you?” he asked. I looked back to Reggie, surely he’d heard, and he answered my silent petition. “Whatever you want.” Had this intruder smelt good, I would have let him, Reggie would have moved over, I’d have a second lover. But I sniffed perspiration, the hair of his beard reminded me of rancid bread, I answered, “I don’t think so, no.” I turned away from him, dismounted, played and kissed my primary lover. The interloper left, I didn’t see him again that evening. I played with Reggie, again his member was in my mouth, and then I laid on my back, waited for insertion. Reggie was slow in his thrusts, I appreciated his lovemaking, but - at least temporarily - I was sated, the best of my brain digested the ten or twelve naked bodies around me, each engaged in the same sport. The woman beside me was a heavy blond, fifteen years older than I, messed hair, rings, bracelets, necklace, nipple piercing, and yet enticing. Her fellow waved to someone I couldn’t see, and suddenly another man appeared. This was a Dionysus . I watched him strip, his chest plate was rock solid, his abs rippled. The muscles of his arms darted. And as I watched him slide his boxers off, I saw the prick! Longer and thicker than any I’d witnessed that night - and perhaps I’d seen fifteen already - it was beautifully angry, a shade of amaranth, circumcised. I desired it. Had the man turned to me, I have no doubt I’d have abandoned Reggie immediately. Yet he stayed with the blond, penetrating her, together they fucked. As he used his amazing legs to propel himself into her, every once in awhile he’d turn to me and we’d lock gazes. A strange feeling it was, he was screwing her, Reggie was fucking me, and yet Dionysus and I were making love to each other. I came again, watching his blue eyes, my strongest of the evening. Suddenly, quite unanticipated, Reggie rose above me, strained, and I knew that I was being deluged with Reggie’s goop. I didn’t mind, since our first time together I’ve always enjoyed the feel of his sperm spreading inside me. And yet, strangely, it wasn’t Reggie’s seed I wanted, needed, but the hunk’s on the next mattress. After Reggie drained himself we kissed, but it didn’t seem that cuddling was proper etiquette in this arena, if you weren’t screwing you should vacate, and so at Reggie’s biding I rose, we headed out, our show over. We passed the pool, Reggie asked, “A swim?” “Sure.” We entered, joined six or seven people, I found there was a bank of showers and I rinsed myself, especially between my legs, before I entered the heated water. I stretched my muscles, took inventory. Everything was grand, my skin had that brightness it gets after I’ve been screwed marvelously, as I held onto Reggie I sensed the closeness that exists between lovers. We began to play again, he was soft and I knew that he wouldn’t be ready yet for some time but still he enjoys attention, so I stroked his cock under the surface of the water. He didn’t ignore me, my breasts were petted, my cunt twiddled. Slowly, he gained my trust and got me into a floating position, one hand on the small of my back for balance, the other poking inside me, hitting my g-spot, I came again. Then an excruciating bright light hit my pupils. “What the hell!?!” I swore. “Two o’clock,” Reggie explained, “the club closes in half an hour.” We searched the premises, found our clothes in the stadium, I slipped into the ladies room to dress myself, attempt to repair the damage to my hair, my makeup. On the way out we found cake and coffee, grabbed a plate and cup for the drive home. Reggie wanted to talk, I didn’t. If he asked me a question, I grunted a reply, feigning sleepiness. I needed to reflect, digest the auras of the erotic cave I’d been introduced to. Was it really that active each weekend night? Were there really dozens of women ready, willing, to screw a greater multitude of men indiscriminately? Why had I felt so comfortable joining, leaping, into the fray? And, if Dionysus had made a pass at me, would I really have let him take me in front of others? The answer to the last one was easy, a resounding ‘allelujah!’ I begged Reggie to spend the night with me, he was okay with that. We undressed at the bedside, then I attacked him. Somehow, strangely, I wanted more sex, and as I presented myself for his pleasure, fantasies of the playground we’d left haunted me until at last, completely sated, we slept. Nine hours later, in bathrobes, our teeth brushed and faces washed, we sipped coffee, dined on buttered toast with cinnamon and chatted. “You had fun last night!” he challenged me. “A ball. Yes, it was quite the time! I’ve heard about those kind of places, but didn’t think they really existed, especially not so close. Have you gone there often?” “A few times.” I wanted to ask him when was the last time, if he went with another woman, how many skanks he’d screwed there, but in keeping with my lack of care, refrained. Instead, I queried, “You knew I was the kind of girl that’d get into that when we first met, didn’t you?” “Not right at first. After maybe a month I thought so.” “Why didn’t you take me there then?” “I didn’t think you’d be so . . . easy, I guess. I thought you needed time to settle in. You really got off in the common room!” “You expected me to, didn’t you? I mean, you know how much I like it when there’s just a chance of people looking at us. In there, I could actually see them watching me.” I know I smiled, a wicked grin. “You want to go again, don’t you?” “Sometime. Not too soon.” “Why not?” “I think it could get to be a habit, like heroin or something.” “Is that bad?” Reggie asked. “I don’t know. I just think I should take my time.” “What about that couple we met?” “She was into you,” I observed. “He was into you. He’d like to take you to bed, that’s for sure.” “Do you know them?” “Not until last night. They gave me their email address.” I paused, sipped my coffee. “Can I ask you a question?” I searched his face, looking for clues. “Do you want me to fuck other guys? Would that get you off?” Perhaps my voice rose a tad. “You’re fantastic, you’ve got a great body, a great attitude about sex. Most girls, they’re hung up on what they should do, what they shouldn’t do. You, well, you like to explore. And, you know, we’ve done just about everything there is to do. So, yeah, the next thing, I guess, is sex with other people. At least think about it. Think of the things you’ve tried so far.” I did. There were so many, many things I did now, regularly, with Reggie, that I’d never even considered thirty weeks ago. And I didn’t love Reggie. I was fond of him, I really liked going to bed with him. But I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that I’d ever want to marry him. What kind of a father would he be? So, it was just fun and games. I liked fun and games, I did. So, would spreading myself around be just fun and games? I wasn’t sure. I kissed him. “Let’s go back to bed,” I offered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The weeks went by. At night, in the privacy of my apartment, I considered my options. I looked up Club Illicit’s website, found for just a very modest fee, much lower than a single male, I could show up by myself, dance with whomever I pleased, I was sure I’d have numerous guys hanging on me, I could take my pick. I looked at swinger sites, discovered many married women wanted to play with other women, with or without their husbands. I would be a ‘unicorn,’ that pleased me. In my bed, after turning off the sidelight, I fantasized; Reggie wasn’t a part of it, the Dionysus was! It wasn’t that I was done with Reggie, not at all. He was perfectly useable still, continued to turn me on. But I began to feel I was ready to turn the page and read the next chapter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a Friday night. Reggie and I had a date, he called me up at lunch and asked, “Want to try something new?” “Sure! What?” “It’s a surprise. You don’t want me to ruin it, do you?” “No, I guess not.” In fact, I loved the tension I felt when I was sure there was something new about to happen, I savored it. “What time?” “I’ve got a thing, I’ll be there about nine, okay?” “Are we staying in or going out? Should I get dressed up?” “Don’t worry about it.” This was frustrating, how the hell do I know what I’m supposed to look like? “I’ll see you then, okay?” Asshole! But I thought about it all afternoon. I made it home just after six, and in the living room there was a large pink box waiting for me. I opened the box, read the note. ‘It’s going to be a great night. Wear these . . . Reggie.” Inside, wrapped in tissue, was a satin ebony bra, lacy panties, a garter belt with stockings, six inch high heels, dusky pearl earrings. And a USB with a hours of soft jazz on it. That was it, Reggie was going to have a ‘romantic’ night, something we hadn’t done in quite awhile. I had almost three hours until my lover came to meet me, all the time in the world. I ate a salad, had a glass of wine to relax me. I figured Reggie planned on spending the evening here, I changed the sheets to an ivory pattern of smoothest Egyptian cotton. Then it was into the bathroom. I poured the tub, full of bubbles, and for forty minutes let my mind wander. Did it touch upon a return to Illicit, the thought of sex with other men? Yes, perhaps. But Reggie was there too, the wonderful things he did, the things he knew, the experiences and feelings he cultivated in me. I drained the tub, shaved my pits and every inch of my nether region, save only the three square inches of cropped hair I kept for emphasis. Then I paid attention to my hair, drying it, fluffing my short mahogany locks into their place. I plucked and trimmed my brows, applied eye coloring and mascara. Foundation stick and blush were used, and finally I applied shimmering strawberry gloss to my lips. The mantle clock chimed nine times, that was all right, Reggie knew I was never ready on time. I put the clothing Reggie had left for me on, they were of the highest quality, made my skin feel so fantastic. The earrings accented my outfit perfectly, I could stand and walk - barely - in the extreme heels. I knew I was ready to play the part of the thousand dollar a night escort. I lit a few candles in the bedroom, put the music on the bluetooth. I sat in a chair in the living room, trying my best not to muss, thumbing through a magazine. The article I read was titled, ’15 Things Guys Think When You're on Top.’ Did Reggie really worry about whose job it was to put it back in when it popped out, or concern himself with how (or if) he should move? Okay, that wasn’t doing it. How about a story? I picked up a book of women’s erotica. That was better, it was really starting to get me in the mood. That stupid clock dinged ten times, Reggie was really late. Should I worry, text him? No, not yet. He’d been late before. But maybe I could start without him? Sure! I swayed into the bedroom, composed myself, put a hand in to twist a nipple. Yes, that was good. The music from the playlist soothed me, I let my hand descend to my pubis. Through the fabric I irritated my clit, I was getting somewhere, I was about to push the fabric to the side when I heard a key scratch in the lock. My lover was here. Should I go out to meet him, or wait for him to come to me? Then I heard his voice. “Hello?” But it wasn’t his voice, it was two shades too low, filled with a timbre I wasn’t familiar with. “Hello?” I heard again. “Who is it?” I cried. “What are you doing here?” I rose excitedly, grabbed a throw and covered myself, didn’t know just what I should do. I picked up the phone, ready to call 911. “Reggie sent me,” the voice explained. “Reggie sent you? Who are you? He didn’t tell me anything about this.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you knew. Should I leave?” Trying to hide myself, I peeped around the corner to see the intruder. And then, only then, did I understand Reggie’s true gift. It was the Dionysus, the man I’d lusted after at Illicit. How had Reggie known, I’d not mentioned him once, never spoken of my fantasy man. He had the smooth dark locks, the beautiful blue eyes. His facial hair was that perfect length of thick black stubble that’s beautiful to see. His jeans were tight, his tee shirt stretched across that magnificent chest. “Are you okay?” he called. I knew now what Reggie’s plan was. This man was a present, I could take it or reject it. A part of me was completely confused, the other part lusted. “What’s your name?” “Quentin.” I needed time, I asked again, “Quentin?” “Yeah.” “And Reggie sent you.” “He said you were expecting me. He gave me a key.” “What are you supposed to do with me?” “He said you’re a hotwife. Or a hot girlfriend. Or something like that. And that you wanted something different.” He paused. So that was Reggie’s game. “Listen, if you want me to go, just say so.” “Hold on a minute. No, sit down. Make yourself a drink if you want.” “Yeah. Thanks.” “There’s wine and beer in the refrigerator.” “Okay.” I heard his steps across the room, heard the fridge door open. “Should I make one for you?” “Wine, please. I’ll be out in a minute.” So now, it was decision time. Why not? I’d thought about it long enough. Reggie had sent him here, he wouldn’t be mad if I accepted what he’d put on my plate, would he? Was Reggie out with another girl, right at this moment? Who cared, Quentin’s in my living room, and, apparently, he was willing. Why shouldn’t I be? I folded the throw, still nervous. As nervous as a virgin? No, not exactly that. As nervous as an old maid faced with temptation? Yes, that was more like it. Should I get dressed before I went out to meet Quentin? I felt my heart pound, I was sure Quentin could hear it in the living room, it was loud enough. My mouth was dry, there was a slight metallic taste. I recognized the feeling, it had happened that very first night with Reggie, the time I first walked into Illicit. I was ready for an experience! I bit the bullet, strode on those ridiculous heels toward my fate. “I’m Melynda,” I introduced, and shook his hand. His eyes scanned my body thoroughly, taking in each inch that was uncovered, paying especial attention to the parts that were. He was sitting in the chair, I plopped into the sofa opposite. “You’re the woman, the one at Illicit,” he remarked. “You remember?” I said. “Of course. I thought you were beautiful. I mean, I think you are beautiful.” “But you were having a pretty good time, weren’t you?” “Well, yeah, I guess. But you know, sometimes, what’s the phrase, ‘the grass is greener?’” “I understand. Waving a hand across my goose flesh I asked, “Is it still green?” “Oh, yeah.” He nervously sipped his beer. “My boyfriend is playing a game on me,” I explained. “I expected him to show up, didn’t know you’d be here. That’s why I was so shaky back then.” “I guess I understand. I sort of feel funny. Maybe I should leave.” “No, not unless you want to.” I licked my lips, took a sip of wine, the taste simply enhanced the metal in my mouth. Quentin made no move to leave. “Do you want to leave?” I asked. “No, not really. You’re very beautiful,” he repeated. I stood, making sure he could look me over. I felt his eyes examine my body, even though he seemed to be trying not to let me see his lustful gaze. “Stand up, will you?” He rose, we were three feet from each other. “Take off your shirt, please.” As the hem climbed, I gawked at those perfect abs, that muscled chest, the pinpoints of his nipples on the firm skin. “What do you do?” “I’m a fireman.” “You work out.” “Some. A couple times a day. We’ve got weights in the firehouse.” I approached him, placed a palm on his torso, the first touch between us. There was a softness covering the hardness, so pleasant I almost crowed. “Your body is perfect.” I pushed against him, felt my breasts crush against his sinew, in those heels we were the same height, I pressed my lips against his. For a few brief seconds our lips remained as tight O’s, then we relaxed. His mouth was sweet, his tongue rough in my mouth. His arms encircled my waist, I trembled to think what was to happen to me. With him! He smelled good, just the right mixture of musk and his natural scent. After a reasonable amount of time, our hands began to roam, I felt my shoulder blades being rubbed, I put my hand on his firm ass. That enflamed him, he put both of his hands on my back, pulled me closer, I bit his lips. “Do you want to come into the bedroom?” I invited. “Yeah. Absolutely.” On my way, holding his hand in mine, I turned off the living room lights, my apartment was now dark, mysterious, romantic. I sat on the bed, he was beside me, we were kissing again. My hands roamed his torso, his arms. Not one speck of him felt soft, all was firm muscle. I’d never felt a man like this before, all of my lovers had a bit of fat on them; in the last couple of years of our marriage, my husband’s waist had expanded four inches. I couldn’t wait, I put my hand on his loin. There it was, inside the jeans, rocklike, overlong. He was pawing at me, I let him, I needed him to. One breast popped out of it’s bowl, he felt it, the first twitch of my nipple sent me high. “Take your pants off,” I demanded. “Okay.” After just a bit of fumbling, I was lying with a naked man, a perfect stranger, I didn’t mind, didn’t care. My hand held the prick. Yes, I could tell it’s girth, longer than any I’d contacted before. In the candlelight it was dark in its rage, my fingers clutched it, traced the distinctive curve. I bent, took it in my mouth. It was sweet and fresh, and the precum strangely tasted of avocados. The balls were just as large, and in his state were tight and drawing into a firm globe. As I bobbed my head - I couldn’t fit more than a third of it in without hitting the back of my throat - I twisted my hand a little, heard his moans. “You’re good,” he groaned, “the best!” He’d not even touched me, down there, and I was ready to go off. I didn’t need more foreplay, I got my panties down and off, and without a second’s delay, climbed on up. Have you ever gone shopping for gloves, tried a cheap pair on and they were too large and your hand sort of flopped around in it? And then you try on an expensive pair, just the right size, and it feels so good, so luxurious? That’s what Quentin’s dick felt like inside me. Just the perfect size when I sat on top of him and we ground our bones together. Not too large, it didn’t stretch or hurt me, but it filled me up, surpassing any that had come before it. I wriggled, feeling the various sensations as my vaginal sides stroked it, the head poked against the different points in my pussy. When I bent down to kiss him and it was almost out of me, I felt the arched tip bump into my g-spot, it was all I needed, the colors I saw were unimaginable. I fucked him, he held on to me. I felt him fumble with the bra strap, I reached behind my back and whisked it away. Now my breasts were on his solid chest, his hair was tickling my nipples, he bent me and sucked at them, I came again! Nice and hard. Again. I was up there, I did my best to stay there. Through my fog I felt his hands roaming around my body, my boobs, my ass, my neck, his fingers swept through my hair. I assume I was doing much the same to him, I can’t really remember. Then, without much effort at all, and I’m not a little girl, he twisted, put his feet on the floor, stood up. He was holding me, my legs encircled his waist, and using those tremendous arms, he pulled me up, then let me sink again. Oh, it was delicious, I may have blacked out for a couple of seconds in my ecstasy. He led me to my dresser, put his back to it, I put my feet on the top - now I could rise and fall at my desire. Another, and another great come. He wasn’t done yet, he carried me back to the bed, threw me down onto the mattress, turned me over, again he had that wonderful cock inside me. We twisted in our elation. When he had me half off the bed, I was supporting myself with my hands on the floor, I sensed that delicious tenseness that comes over men a half minute before they’re ready. “I’m going to come!” he screamed. “Go ahead!” I yelled back, “Give it to me!” And he did, grunting and blubbering and I felt my cunt being glutted with his cum. And that, too, sent me once more over the edge. I bet, if anyone was listening outside my window, they wondered if they should call the cops. He pulled out, I knew the bed would have one very wet spot, I didn’t care. We swiveled around, faced each other, kissed. There was no cuddling, no downtime, I was amazed he was still hard. Once again I went down on him, he tasted completely different now, sweet and salty. Somebody should make sperm flavored candies, I’d buy them. As I was cleaning him off, he put a thumb inside me, started finger fucking me. Again, it was simply incredible, I had a little bit more of a come. He used his super sized muscles to turn me over, on my back, and I spread for him, we were fucking again. I managed to get a couple of pillows under my ass, tried to move my legs around for just the right insertion, found two or three different ways. I wanted to come again, but I think I was overloaded. I’d approach the precipice, then my body would rebel, the elastic of the garter belt was scratching me. I was done. But don’t think I didn’t like the way he was stroking inside me, around me. Again I felt the muscles of his ass, his chest, his arms. After a while, not too long, I felt him tense up again, knew that more of his sperm was being spurted deep inside me. And then we were exhausted. We cuddled a bit, it was nice to feel him stroke my well used body, to rub his, but there was nothing behind it. I realized I didn’t know where he lived, if he had a wife or girlfriend, even how old he was. “You want another beer?” I offered. “No, thanks, I’ve got to be at muster at 7:30 in the morning. I should be getting home.” “Okay.” I watched him get his pants on, didn’t bother covering myself up - what more could he see? I followed him into the living room, he got into his shirt, I knew I’d miss those six-packs. He found my key in his pocket, gave it to me. Before he left he grabbed me, kissed me, felt my tit one last time. “You want to get together again?” I didn’t have to worry that one out, very quickly said, “Sure. Call me Tuesday or Wednesday.” We kissed, one very last time, I admit I was thinking maybe I should drag him back to bed, but then he was out the door. I sighed, went to the bathroom sink, splashed water on my face, took a long drink. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My complexion was flushed, my hair a mess, my nipples were still hard with the thought of this new lover. I began to take that garter belt off, it was rubbing me raw now, there was going to be a little bruise on my left hip, and then my phone rang. I went to answer it, saw it was Reggie. “Hey!” “Can I come in?” he asked. “Where are you?” “Outside, in my car.” “You’ve been there all night?” “For the last hour or so, yeah.” “And you waited for him to leave.” “Yeah.” I could have been pissed, but I really wasn’t. Once again, Reggie somehow knew what I wanted, needed, and he was right. “Get your ass in here,” I laughed. In the couple of seconds that it took him, I straightened up a little, put those heels back on. When Reggie walked in the door, he saw me standing there, in that garter belt and stockings, and that’s all. “Hi,” he said, looking me over, I could tell he was in lust, even though he knew what I’d been doing. I smiled at him. “I got fucked.” “Well fucked, it looks like.” “Yeah, real well fucked.” “You want to tell me about it.” A command, not a request. “Okay. Pour me a glass of wine, and get your ass in the bedroom.” Before he joined me, I got that stupid garter belt off, but I kept the stockings on. He wanted me to tell him all about it, and I did, from the shock of hearing a strange man’s voice to the positions we used, to the way his dick felt in my hand, in my pussy. “He’s bigger than you are.” Reggie’s voice was muffled, he was eating me. I was a little surprised that he wanted to taste me, seeing as how I was drenched with the stuff Quentin had left in me, but if that’s what he hankered, what the hell! “You want to see him again, don’t you?” “I’m going to,” I announced. “Cool. Can I be there to watch?” “Maybe.” I suddenly understood that I still had things to learn, that Reggie still had techniques and attitudes to teach me. But now I was a graduate student. And then, the bad boy got fucked by the bad girl.

The following is a work of fiction, the product of my own pervy imagination. Enjoy. "I'm just saying," Dan said quietly, "conference sex is a thing." "Geez, honey," Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies." The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights. "Why can't it be both?" Dan grinned. "Perv," Jenn growled, but she knew wouldn't have him any other way. "All I'm saying is..." Dan started. "... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly. She couldn't deny the flutter in her stomach, or perhaps a bit lower down, the thrill at the very idea. "Well..." Dan flushed. "You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn." "No promises," Dan grinned back. <<<>>> "You can do this," Jenn told herself, nervously, tugging at the hemline of the slinky black dress. "You want to do this. It will be fun." She was fairly certain buying the little dress in the first place had been Dan's idea. He'd said she would look hot in it. Considering her reflection in the hotel room mirror, Jenn had to admit he had a point. The dress's little spaghetti straps left her shoulders bare, showing off her fair skin down to the swell of her breasts - not huge, but not bad, she thought. The dress clung to her curves, emphasizing the tight belly she worked hard to maintain. The hemline was worrying. It was low enough to be decent, but seriously bordered on slutty. Tugging the hem down had helped a little, until she noticed that her tits were now in danger of popping out the top. With a sign, she gave it up. Grabbing her little clutch purse, she walked out of the hotel room before she changed her mind. With a grin, she pulled her phone out of her purse. After all, half the point of doing this was to give Dan a thrill, and she couldn't do that if she didn't keep him in the loop. As she walked down the hotel hall, she hit speed dial. "Hi, honey. How's the conference?" Dan answered. "Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual," Jenn said breezily. "Having fun?" Dan sounded amused. "Oh yeah," Jenn replied, dripping sarcasm. "I just love it. What are you up to?" "Oh, you know... wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off," Dan lied. Laughing, Jenn rolled her eyes. "You're bored and watching late-night TV, aren't you?" "How did you know?" Dan asked. "We don't have a hot-tub," Jenn pointed out. "Fair point," Dan conceded. "What are you up to?" "Well..." Jenn hesitated, suddenly nervous again. "What are you doing?" The sound of Dan's excitement was like ice and fire in her veins. "I thought I'd go down to the hotel bar," Jenn replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Looking for a guy?" Dan said, teasing. "Perv," Jenn laughed, feeling that low-down flutter. "I'm meeting some friends for drinks... but..." "But what?" Dan said slowly. "Remember that little black dress you liked?" Jenn replied. "Yes?" With a wicked grin, Jenn noticed a mirror in the hallway. Striking as sultry a pose as she could, she snapped off pic with her phone and sent it. "Wow." His response was breathless. "I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Jenn teased, thrilled that his response was everything she'd wanted. She didn't, however, expect what came next... though in retrospect, she knew she probably should have. "Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked. "Yes... perv," Jenn replied, with a nervous laugh. Admittedly, the little black thong she had on under the dress wasn't much, but it was there. "Take 'em off," Dan said. "No," Jenn gasped, shocked. "Take your panties off," Dan insisted. "No," Jenn replied breathlessly. "You know how short this dress is." "Off. Right now." "Right... Dan, I'm in a hallway. I can't." Jenn laughed shakily. In fact, she'd reached the elevators at the end of the hall. Sure, it was empty now but someone could arrive at any moment. She could see herself reflected in the mirrored surface of the elevators doors, sexy in a slinky dress. Dan said nothing. He was just waiting, she knew, daring her to do it, to step the game up one more notch. The little low-down flutter had become a full, rolling wave... a sultry, hot, wet wave. Before she could lose her nerve, she reached up under the little dress and quickly pulled off her thong. Glancing at her reflection, she saw that, in the process, the perilously short hemline of her dress had been pushed from slutty to indecent. Flush with excitement, she pulled her dress up to allow an unobstructed peek at her pussy, snapped a quick pic of her reflection and sent it to Dan. "Beautiful," Dan panted over the phone. "I'll call you later, perv." Jenn's voice was husky to her own ears as she hung up. A second later the elevator dinged and the doors open. Jenn stood frozen, feeling sudden empathy for the proverbial deer caught in headlights. Despite her desperate desire to squeak and pull her dress down, she didn't move. Two men, plainly attendees at the same conference, stepped from the elevator, glancing at her with polite smiles. Both men froze suddenly. She saw their eyes widen as they took her in, her slinky black dress, her heaving cleavage, her hiked up skirt and the neatly trimmed landing strip of her naked pussy. Red-faced, one of the men looked quickly away and walked on past. The other man hesitated for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Under his hot gaze, Jenn felt a surge of unmistakable desire. She made no move to cover herself. She didn't want to. "Good evening," the man said with a grin and then walked past her. Breathing heavily, Jenn stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. It wasn't until she noticed her reflection the door again that she finally moved to fix her dress. <<<>>> Like what U C perv? Jenn's heart was racing as she fired off the text message to Dan, thinking about the picture she'd just sent. After inadvertently flashing the two men at the elevator, Jenn had been unable to concentrate on hanging out with her friends - really coworkers attending the conference with her. The talk, griping about work, supervisors and spouses, was all the same talk they had back home. Jenn's mind had kept wandering back to the elevator, to the looks the two men had given her as she stood there, bottomless. She couldn't shake the idea that Dan would love to hear about it, would probably ask why she hadn't fucked one of them. She thought about the second man, the long, hungry look he had given her, and wondered what she would have said, what she would have done, if he'd propositioned her. Finally, distracted from the banal chatter, she'd gotten up and gone over to the bar. Sitting at a bar stool, she'd felt her slinky black rise wickedly higher, felt the cool air teasing her naked thighs, and wondered how many of the guys were trying to peek up her skirt. That idea had started another wicked thought that grew in her mind until she had finally decided to give into it. As nonchalantly as possible, she'd taken out her phone, held it down by her knees and spread her legs. A quick click, and she'd taken a picture of her exposed pussy in a bar full of men, a picture which was now on its way to Dan along with her teasing text. She knew he'd love it. Glancing around the bar, she wondered if anyone had seen. After a few minutes, Dan hadn't replied to her text. She was disappointed before she realized the time difference might mean he hadn't seen it. She fired off another. JENN: U up? Haha Still no reply. "Excuse me, miss." Jenn jumped as the man's voice broke through her distraction. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, with a friendly smile. His name was Tim. He was staying at the hotel, attending the same conference she was. They talked for a while about the day's seminars, their respective workplaces, the hotel in general. Tim was friendly, flirty without being pushy, and Jenn found herself relaxing and enjoying herself. After a while, when Tim turned his attention to the bartender to refresh their drinks, she fired off another text to Dan, teasing that a guy had gotten her a drink. "Good phone," Tim said, looking back at her. "It's OK," Jenn shrugged. "Did the picture come out?" Tim said nonchalantly. "Picture?" Jenn felt suddenly hot and cold all at once. "What picture?" The bartender choose that moment to call Tim over, leaving Jenn shivering briefly in shock. She quickly fired off another text to Dan: OMG I think he saw me take that pic! By the time Tim got back, apologizing and explaining that there had been some error with his credit card, Jenn had managed to regain the appearance of calm, though her heart was pounding. "So," she said, trying to sound cool. "You saw me take a picture." "Maybe just a peek, really," Tim admitted with a barely hidden grin. "Really?" Jenn drawled, teasing. Tim just grinned, trying unsuccessfully to hide a glance down at her thighs. Jenn fidgeted in her seat. "So, who was it for?" Tim asked. "The picture. Was it for someone?" "My guy back home," Jenn admitted, feeling oddly relaxed about it suddenly. "Dan. He has these fantasies. I thought I'd indulge him a little." "Fantasies of you flashing at a bar?" Tim grinned. "Among other things," Jenn confessed, blushing. "Really?" Tim focused on his drink. Jenn leaned closer to him, speaking more softly. "Dan told me to take off my panties, before I came down to the bar." Tim's eyes flashed back down to her thighs again. "Did he? Had you leave them in your room." "No," Jenn said slowly. "They're in my purse. He had me take them off in the hallway." "He wants you to get seen, does he?" Tim's gaze rose to lock with Jenn's eyes. She felt a flush of heat rising in her cheeks and spreading down her neck. "Well, I did take a picture of my pussy in a bar full of people for him," she said. "How far do you want to go?" Tim's voice was low, husky. "What did you have in mind?" Jenn felt the blush spreading down her chest. "Give me your phone," Tim grinned. Slowly, Jenn slide it over. Grinning, Tim picked the phone up and took a couple of steps back. "Give ol' Dan a thrill," Tim said. Heart pounding, Jenn glanced around, looking at the other people around the bar. What the hell, she thought and spread her legs again on the barstool, exposing her bare pussy to Tim's gaze, and the gaze of anyone else who happened to look over. As Tim raised the phone to snap a pic, Jenn threw caution to the wind. With a quick motion, she grabbed the top of her slinky dress and pulled it down, flashing a naked tit too. Tim clicked the picture and stepped quickly back toward her. Hastily, Jenn covered herself again. Her heart was racing, and she was sure that blush covered her entire chest. The heat of it seemed to reach down toward the heat rising from her thighs. She wondered if Tim had noticed how wet her pussy was. Taking her phone back, she looked at the picture and smiled. Quickly, she sent it to Dan. She wondered if he would see it before morning. "There you go," Tim said smirking. "That ought to give ol' Dan what he wants." "Not even," Jenn laughed. "Really?" Tim looked intrigued. Leaning closer to her, he continued quietly, "You just flashed your tit -very nice tit, by the way - to like half the guys in this bar and at least a few of them will have noticed the 'no panties' bit too. What more does your guy want?" "Well," Jenn said, leaning closer too, until their faces were almost touching. "He has this fantasy." "What fantasy," Tim breathed. "He wants me to... fuck... another guy," Jenn's breath was coming in shallow gasps. "Like, here, at the conference. For real. Basically, he's a perv. Crazy, right?" "Crazy," Tim agreed. For a moment they just sat, their faces so close together. Jenn wondered if he was going kiss her. "What do you think?" Tim asked finally. "About what?" Jenn was puzzled. "About his fantasy." "I think..." Jenn paused. "I think I like it. I think... maybe I might do it. If I find the right guy." "Well," Tim leaned back suddenly, settling back in his seat. "If you find him, I'm sure you won't have any trouble convincing him." "Really," Jenn said, looking flatly at him. "Because I think maybe he might not be interested." "Not possible," Tim said. "If a beautiful, intelligent woman like you asked... I bet almost any guy here would jump at the chance." "You, sir, are a charmer and a gentleman," Jenn grinned. "Well, I try," Tim admitted with a smirk. "I am going back to my room now," Jenn said. "Well, good night." "Really? That's all? 'Good night'?" "Well..." "I am all alone here. My guy - the perv who wants me to fuck another guy, you recall - is all the way on the other side of the country. I have... no panties on and I am very... very horny. It seems to me that a gentleman would escort me back to my room. After all, anything could happen... anything." <<<>>> Jenn's hands shook as she fumbled to pull her hotel keycard from her purse. After her sultry almost-invitation in the bar, the ride up in the elevator had been oddly quiet. Tim had been calm, flashing his flirty smile but nothing more. Letting her take the lead, Jenn realized. She couldn't believe how nervous she felt. After all, she was only inviting a strange man she had just met at a conference up to her hotel room for sex because her guy... ok, she admitted, she could believe how nervous she was. What she couldn't believe was how excited she was, or how hard it was to take that stupid plastic card out of her purse. She jumped slightly when Tim's hand closed gently over her arm. "You don't have to do this, you know," he said softly. With that, her nervousness vanished as if it had never been. Slowly Jenn turned, her body brushing against Tim's as she reached up and kissed him. Her lips softly explored his. His arms closed around her, holding her firmly. "I want to," she breathed. His arms tightened around her, pulling her against him, kissing her with growing passion. She could feel his growing hardness pressing against her. "What do you want?" he said teasingly. "I want you to fuck me," Jenn panted. Tim dragged her mouth back to his, his lips and tongue hungrily exploring hers. His hands roamed over her back, reaching downward to cup her ass. Jenn moaned against him. She felt him pulling up the hem of her slinky little dress, felt his hands squeezing her naked ass, there in the hotel hallway. Her entire body quivered with desire. Pushing away enough to speak again, Jenn panted, "Let me... oohhh... let me open the door." Squirming in Tim's embrace, she managed to turn enough to face the door again and clawed at her purse for the keycard. Tim's hands continued to explore her body, squeezing her ass, rubbing along her side and her belly, reaching up to cup her breast. She managed to get the keycard out of her purse around the same time he pulled her dress down to expose her tits. His hard cock ground against her bare ass. She groaned as his fingers flicked over her sensitive nipple. "If you don't let me get this door open," Jenn moaned, "we are going to end up fucking in the hall." "Bet ol' Dan would love that," Tim muttered as he kissed her neck, his roaming fingers reaching around to brush along the wet folds of her naked pussy. Jenn groaned in response, forcing the keycard into the door and practically running inside as it finally opened. "Oh my god. This is so crazy," Jenn laughed as she heard the door swing close behind her. Unconsciously, her hands slid up her sides, moving to smooth her shirt. "Don't you dare," Tim chuckled. "What?" Jenn glanced over her shoulder at him, feeling a nervous flutter as she realized she was alone, in her hotel room, with him. "Don't fix your dress," Tim said. "Looks good just the way it is." "With my ass hanging out, you mean," Jenn smiled, her hands sliding down to cup her butt. "Exactly," Tim grinned. "You have a very nice ass." "You like it?" Jenn asked teasingly. "It's not too big?" "Your ass is firm and round. You have a beautiful ass," Tim replied. "Give me your phone." "My phone?" Jenn puzzled at the non-sequitur. "Well, I could take a picture with mine..." Tim said, reaching into his pocket. "Oh, no," Jenn replied, digging into her purse and tossing her phone to him. "That's how embarrassing pictures end up on the internet." "Precisely," Tim said, snapping a quick pic. "I mean, you wouldn't want to do anything crazy." "Absolutely not," Jenn laughed, cupping her ass and bending over slightly. "I am a very respectable woman, after all. I would never do anything wild or out of control. You know that, right?" She grinned as she looked back him, spreading her legs a little more. "Of course not," Tim nodded seriously. "And, after all, you're in a committed relationship so clearly you wouldn't want anyone to think you did anything inappropriate. Now turn around, so I can see your tits." Still laughing, Jenn turned, arching her back to show off her breasts. She couldn't believe she was doing this, standing in her hotel room, her slinky dress bunched up around her waist, letting a strange man snap pictures of her bare ass and tits... and pussy, she realized. Her smile faded as her breath quickened. Her eyes met Tim's and she saw, behind his joking and grins, a desire that reflected her own. For a long moment, they just stood there, facing each other across the room. Slowly, her eyes fixed on Tim's, Jenn slid the slinky dress's tiny spaghetti straps from her shoulders. She pushed the bunched fabric of the dress down past her hips, letting it slip down her legs to pool around her feet. Finally, she stepped out of her heels and took a step toward him. "You're gorgeous," Tim said huskily, then his teasing grin appeared again as he snapped another pic. "More pictures?" Jenn shook her head. "Well, I bet ol' Dan will get a thrill out of them," Tim replied lightly. "All right," Jenn said, stepping closer, moving quickly to hide her nervousness. "Let's take some pictures that will give him a real thrill." With firm deliberation, before she could chicken out, Jenn grabbed hold of Tim's slacks, undid the button and dropped to her knees in front of him. "Take some pictures that will really drive him wild," she said, forcing down Tim's zipper and pulling his pants down. "Oh my god," she breathed softly as Tim's dick jumped free of his boxers. Even only semi-erect, it was long, thick and veiny, plainly different from Dan's. So what, Jenn thought to herself as she wrapped quivering fingers around the thickening shaft. She'd seen other dicks. She'd held other dicks, but never a stranger's, and never while she was with another guy. Above her, Tim groaned in pleasure and that, it seemed, was enough to finally settle her nerves. Smiling, she looked up at him, at his face glazed with desire as she stroked his length. She looked up at the camera lens of her phone. Dan wanted this, she thought. He'd said so often enough. She'd sucked dick plenty of times before, she thought as her lips closed around Tim's thick tip. This time Tim would get to enjoy her mouth, enjoy her tongue swirling around him, and later Dan would get to enjoy seeing the pictures of his long, thick hard cock as it disappeared between her lips. "Oh, yes, that's so good," Tim moaned. Jenn quivered with desire. She felt nasty, kneeling there naked, eagerly bobbing her head up and down Tim's cock while he continued to take occasional pictures. "So good," Tim moaned again. "Oh yeah, so good. Fuck." "Yes," Jenn purred, keeping her lips against Tim's thick cock. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Tim." Groaning, Tim pulled his cock from her warm mouth. His strong hands grabbed her shoulders and lifted Jenn to her feet. She shivered with excitement as he pushed her slowly backward toward the bed. "This what you want?" Tim growled, his eyes intense. "Yes," Jenn panted. "I want this." "You like sucking my cock?" Tim's hands firmly cupped Jenn's heaving tits, squeezing and caressing them. She moaned as he roughly played with her sensitive nipples. "Yes," Jenn gasped. "You have such a nice, big cock. I love sucking your cock. Now I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your nice, big cock, Tim." She cried out as Tim pushed her roughly down onto the bed. Like an animal, he pounced over her. She moaned as his mouth latched onto her tits, roughly sucking and nipping at her sensitive mounds. "Oh, Tim," Jenn gasped as he kissed and bit down her side. "Hey, not so... oh, wow... oh... oh... Oh. My. God!" She cried out as he buried his face in her pussy. She arched her hips to meet him as his tongue parted her wet lips and lashed furiously against her clit. "Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod! Yes, there. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh. Oooohhhh, myyyy, God!" Jenn's whole body arched in pleasure, quivering as her shockingly sudden orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed, panting, onto the bed. Shivering, she looked up to see Tim looming over her, tossing the last of his clothes away. Out of a staid business suit, he looked powerful, muscular and wild. His long, thick cock stood proudly against his hard abs. "Tell me," he growled. "Tell me what you want." "I want..." Jenn gasped. "I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me." He pushed closer, holding his cock in one hand as he guided it toward her dripping pussy. In the other hand... "My phone?" Jenn giggled. "I want ol' Dan to see this," Tim said firmly. "I want your pervy guy to see the moment, the exact moment, my cock... a stranger's cock... enters his woman. I want the perv to have this to jerk to... his Jenn's beautiful pussy taking another man's.... cock!" Jenn moaned as his tip entered her, parting her lips and stretching her slowly open. She shivered at his words, and at the nasty, wicked feeling of his strange cock inside her. She was doing it, she realized. She was letting a strange man fuck her. Her whole body arched up to meet him as his long shaft slowly filled her. "Yeah," Tim groaned. "He's going to like seeing this." "Put the phone down," Jenn purred. "Put that fucking phone away and fuck me." "Is that what you want?" Tim smiled wickedly, lightly tossing Jenn's phone aside. "Yes." She looked at him, thrilling to the hungry look in his eyes. "Yes, I want you to fuck me." Tim slowly pulled his cock back, until only the tip rested just within her dripping pussy. "You want a guy you just met to fuck you. A stranger, to fill you up with his cock." "Yes." Jenn writhed under him. "Yes, fuck me now." She gasped as Tim grabbed her waist. Her eyes locked on his as her body arched toward him. With a grunt, he thrust into her, filling her up with one swift motion. Their hips rocked together, her wet folds opening to receive him deep inside her. Jenn's whole body tingled as he thrust into her again and again, deep, steady, powerful thrusts that filled her over and over. She reveled in the feeling and the unshakable thought of how wicked this was. Wild, carnal pleasure climbed through her, exploding as she came again. "Oh my god!" she cried out, shaking as her body convulsed around his thrusting member. "Are you... still going?" "I'm not finished," Tim grinned, continuing to slide slowly inside her. "Not by a long shot." "Oh... my... god..." Jenn moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper into her. She let herself go, moaning and crying out with wild, forbidden pleasure. Throughout, she kept her eyes on him, watching his unfamiliar body moving over hers, staring into his stranger's face has he grunted and thrust into her. Lust and pleasure climbed, peaked again with her desperate cries, and madly started to climb once more. Suddenly, Tim paused in his seemly tireless fucking. "What's that?" "What?" Jenn panted. It took a moment for her to realize that a new sound had been intruding on the moaning, grunting and slapping of flesh against flesh. A musical, birdlike chiming sound. It took another moment for Jenn to recognize the sound. "Oh, it's my phone." "Seriously?" Tim pushed himself slowly back inside her. "Someone's calling you now?" "Text alert," Jenn gasped. "Probably.... ooohhhh... Dan." "Dan? Ol' Dan!?" Tim laughed. Jenn groaned as Tim quickly pulled himself from her body. She felt shockingly empty, without him inside her. She was relieved to see that Tim staggered slightly as he stood. She watched, amused at the sight of his thick cock bobbing ahead of him as he fumbled around on the floor, grabbing her phone. "Hey, we missed a few," Tim grinned down at her phone. "Text from Dan: 'Hot pic." "Oh my god," Jenn buried her face in her hands, wondering which of the many naughty pics her guy was talking about. "'You naughty tease'," Tim read out. "Give it to me." Jenn reached out for the phone. "'Fell asleep. You have fun flashing the bar?'," Tim read. "Poor guy, he's missed all the fun. Should I send him some of our new pics?" "No!" Jenn gasped. "Give me my phone." "'You still up?'," Tim chuckled. "I certainly am," he added, flexing his raging hard cock. "Give it to me!" Jenn reached out for her phone. "Damn right I will," Tim grinned, leaping back onto the bed. Jenn squealed as he flipped her over onto her belly and dropped himself onto her back. She felt his slick, hard cock pressing between her thighs. "Not what I meant." Her gasp turned into a groan as he penetrated her again. "Here," Tim said into her ear. "You should really answer him." He started thrusting again, even harder and more passionate than before. The phone dropped in front of Jenn's face. "Go on, answer him." Tim grunted, pounding into her. Fumbling, Jenn grabbed her phone and tried to type out a reply. JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater Tim was driving fiercely into her now. Her whole body shook from the force of him in her. Tim was going wild, she realized, at the thought of her being on the phone with Dan while he fucked her. That idea, and his powerful thrusts, sent her own pleasure spiraling upward. She was dimly aware of the phone chiming again and again. DAN: U drunk lol? DAN: Jenn? DAN: U ok? DAN: JENN?!? She knew she had to respond with something. Desperately, she tried to cling to the phone long enough to type out a reply. JENN: C a 'll later JENN: nifht With that she pushed the phone away and thrust back to meet Tim's thrusting cock. Another orgasm crashed over her and Tim roared over her, driving his strange cock deep inside her. <<<>>> Jenn stared at the empty hotel bar. Other conference attendees moved through the lobby, heading for the morning seminars. She was sure that Tim was among them, but she didn't know where. He'd left during the night... after... One part of her mind shied away from the thought, but at the same she felt a tingle across her skin... her nipples... her pussy. She looked down at her phone. It felt hot in her hand. She hadn't dared to open the picture folder yet. She had to get it over with. She wondered if she would really dare to say anything when the time came. Her fingers shook as she pressed Dan's speed dial. "Hi, honey," Dan answered brightly.

Finally, Pam and I managed to get a day at the beach by ourselves with no kids and no phones. What a wonderfully strange feeling. We have set up our camp for the day way up in warm creek bay and have the whole lagoon to ourselves. There are no clouds, and not a breath of wind is in the air. One of those truly magnificent days on the shores of Lake Powell. We are both just laying on our blanket on the beach just letting months of stress fade away in the summer sun. Pam has on a cute little turquoise two-piece bathing suit that makes her cute little figure look great with her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders. As we watch an occasional skier go by and just plain relax, a boat pulls up to the beach down from ours and a man waves hello as he walks up the beach towards us. He says he is sorry to bother us, but he is not quite sure where he is, and he is trying to find some friends of his that should be camped somewhere in the area. Pam whispers to me "Oh my God, that’s Michael Wolf. I can’t believe it." He approaches closer, and I ask him where he thought his friends might be, and he says he’s not sure. He thought this was the cove, but there is no sign of them. "Are there any other coves like this one in the area?" he asks. I give him a rundown on some different possibilities I know about, but I am not really able to help him much. Pam cannot contain herself anymore and asks nervously if he is Michael Wolf, the singer. He replies yes he is and has she heard any of his music? Pam says: "Are you kidding, practically all of it" with a little school girl grin on her face. "I have all your latest albums." The two of them spend minutes talking about what concerts she has been too and what her favorite songs are. Michael finally asks her if she would like to hear him sing a couple of songs for her and she says, "Yes, yes, yes!" I tell Pam I think I am going to go around the other side of the peninsula and get those pictures I have been wanting to get for a while and that I will be back in about an hour. I tell Michael it was good meeting him and I hope he finds his friends. I feel a little funny about leaving Pam alone with him because I know she has a schoolgirl crush on him from listening to his music. On the other hand, it is thrilling to me to leave her in this position because I can only imagine how her heart is pounding in her chest and that this is one of her most secret of fantasies. I walk down the beach further and further, and my mind cannot concentrate on the pictures I wanted to take. All that keeps going through my mind are images of what might be going on back there. My imagination is running wild with images of her actually fulfilling her fantasies with Michael. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and come up with a plan to circle around the back side of the peninsula and come up to the top of the hill and see if I can see what’s going on. The sun is hot, and my imagination is not helping things. I make my way to the top of the small hill behind them, going slowly so as not to let them spot me by accident. That would be very embarrassing, and I would have to do some quick explaining. As I peek over the top, I can hear him singing while playing his guitar. I can see them perfectly, sitting there on the blanket, and I am much closer than I thought I was going to be. I feel a little strange spying on them, but at the same time, it is a turn-on watching two people who don’t know you are watching them. I look around and make sure no one is in the area and can see me spying on them and then lay on my towel and make myself comfortable. Pam is giggling like a little high school girl with a crush on a rock star and is obviously swept up in the moment and his charisma. He sings another song and then lays down his guitar and takes a break. Pam remarks about how hot the sun is today, and Michael offers to put some suntan lotion on her back if she would like. She says yes and lays down on her stomach so he can. If she opened her eyes and looked up a little, she could probably see me spying on her. I get down a little lower and decide to set up the camcorder I thought if I have to duck so as not to be seen I can always watch the tape later and see what I missed. I get it rolling just as Michael leans over and starts to rub some lotion on her back. This is turning me on watching this, especially the way he is doing it with such tenderness. He is slowly and gently rubbing it into her shoulders and neck. I can even hear her give a little groan and tell him how good it feels. Her eyes are closed, and she lets out a big sigh of relaxation, and I can only imagine what thoughts must be going through her mind. He rubs it all over her back and asks if he can untie her top for a minute so he can do a better job. She nods yes, and he unties her strap and lays it to the sides of her and continues to rub in the lotion. He seems to be enjoying this as much as she is and seems to be in no hurry to complete the project. After a few minutes, he asks her if she would like some lotion on the back of her legs also and she nods yes again. Watching this is beginning to give me a hard-on and my imagination is probably running as wild as Pam’s is. All I have on is my swimsuit, and my cock is starting to stick out the top in excitement. Michael begins to rub in the lotion on her legs, and I can see a warm glow begin to appear on her face as she lays there with her eyes closed. Each time he runs his hands up her thighs, she spreads open her legs ever so slightly further apart. She is also giving that cute little butt wiggle that she always does when she gets turned on. Finally, he asks her if she would like her front done, and without a word and just a big smile on her face she clutches her top against her boobs and rolls over. I can see by the glow on her face that this is her dream come true. Michael starts to rub lotion over her shoulders and neck, works his way down to her stomach and rubs everywhere but on her boobs. I secretly hope he takes her top off and plays with her tits. I no sooner think this than Michael slides a couple of fingers under her top a little just to see her reaction. Her only response is to continue to have that blissful smile on her face, so I guess he decides she likes it and slides his fingers even further under her top. Her only reaction is to stretch out her arms out above her head, which has always meant to me that she is really enjoying this and fully approves. Finally, he lifts her top off and exposes her beautiful white boobs with rock hard nipples sticking straight up. He runs his fingers over them a few times and then leans over and slowly starts to suck on one while rubbing the other. Pam lets out an audible moan of delight as she relaxes even further. He switches from one boob to the other several times and then starts to slide his hand under the front of her pants, slowly trying to reach the fire in her crotch. She raises her knees up and spreads her legs a little giving him full permission to touch her most private of places. I can’t help but slide my own hand into my pants and slowly start massaging my own cock, which by now is very hot and hard. While Michael explores her pants, she reaches up and puts her hands around him and starts vigorously kissing him on the lips. I can see what looks like her sliding her tongue into his mouth as he responds by pushing his own tongue into hers. His hand has obviously reached her pussy, and she moans even louder with the pleasures her dream man is bringing her. She reaches down and slides her bathing suit off even further giving him permission to do what he wants to her waiting pussy. I can see him gently rubbing her clit and then his finger slowly disappears inside her. While he is doing this, he is also sucking on her hard nipples. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Pam pushes him onto his back on the blanket and starts to slip his T-shirt up and over his head, exposing a muscular chest. She runs her hands lustfully over his chest a few times, stopping to play with his nipples also. She then grabs the sides of his swimming suit and pulls them down, exposing a rock hard cock about 8 inches long. She hungrily eyes his stiff cock and then runs her hands up and down his shaft a few times, simulating what it would feel like to him to have his cock inside her waiting pussy. I run my own hand up and down my own cock the same way and can hardly take it anymore. I would love to be there with her so I could slide it into her myself, but that is not for today. She seems to have lost all her inhibitions and is taking control of what she wants. She swings her body around and with her on top, gets into the 69 position with her hot pussy right over his waiting lips. She then lowers her mouth over his erect penis and slides her lips all the way down until almost all of his cock disappears inside her. Michael is running his tongue over and over her clit making her grind her pussy harder and harder onto his waiting face. I can hear the familiar sounds of her coming as her body tenses up and can hardly stand the pleasure. I know she is coming and I slide my own pants off and start to masturbate with pure abandon. I can feel the come beginning to well up inside of me as I watch the two of them in the middle of the most passionate lovemaking I have ever seen. Pam relaxes a little, and Michael positions her up on her hands and knees and goes behind her. They are sideways to me so I can see both her gorgeous ass and his hard cock glistening with the saliva Pam left behind as she sucked every inch of her lover's manhood. Her pussy is so wet that his cock easily slides in with the smallest amount of pressure put on it from the head of his hot penis. As soon as I see his dick slide all the way inside her, my own cock can hold my come inside me no more. I vigorously run my hand up and down my cock as the hot come starts to squirt all over, landing on my chest and face. I only wish Pam was here, but I am very grateful to have watched this whole experience. Michael also seems to have reached his limit on my wife and is wildly pumping his cock in and out of her while he is reaching under her and playing with her dangling tits and pulling on her nipples. Eventually, they both start to let out uncontrollable whines of ecstasy, which cannot be taken for anything else but pure sexual bliss with each other. After about 60 seconds of uncontrolled fucking each other, they both collapse next to each other on the beach in complete exhaustion. After a few minutes, Michael turns his head and gently kisses her on her lips and tells how special this meeting with her was. No doubt this will inspire a song in him that he will name in some way after her that only they will know about. Pam tells him she has secretly dreamed for years about meeting him like this, and she will never forget him and always hold this moment dear to her heart. They embrace one more time and then get their clothes back on. Michael says goodbye for now and tells her there will always be at every concert he does, a backstage pass with her name on it waiting at the ticket office. He hopes she will surprise him some night by being there when he walks off the stage, so they can renew their acquaintance once again. A final kiss and Michael leaves for his boat and resumes the search for his friends. I get myself together and walk back the way I came so as to pretend I am returning from my picture taking. As I walk up to our spot on the beach, Pam is sitting there staring across the lake, not saying a word. I sit down next to her, and she looks over at me and says, "I love you and have a confession to make." I reply to her, "I love you too, and have one to make also." P.S. I can’t wait to show her the tape.

Marie and I are a married white couple. She is 28, is 5-8, 135 with big 38dd's and a small waist. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. She also has very light skin. She is part Swede. I am 31, 6-0, 210 average build. Marie and I had been swinging for a while now. We had foursomes and lots of threeway mfm's. Marie loves to be the center of attention and I {Mike} love to watch her. It's so fucking hot. I have always fantasized about seeing her with a black man but she never talked about it. So, I figured it was not something she was interested in. Until one day, we were out at a bar. And I had a few drinks and I figured fuck it, I am gonna ask. 'Marie, what would you think about having a three way with a black man?' She said, "Sure, why no". No hesitation at all. She said as long as it was like the others, meaning the guy was cool and willing to go at her pace. So I told her I would look online and maybe answer some of the responses our swingers ad got from black guys. The next day I responded to a few. And almost immediately this guy responds with his number and tells us about himself. So I decided to call him. The next thing I know we are making plans for Friday night. We decide to meet at a local bar. I then go and tell Marie. She is a bit surprised that I set this up so fast. She said wow, you must really have wanted to see this. I laughed and said well yeah. Friday night comes, Marie takes her time getting ready. She does her nails, her hair, make up, you name it. Oh yeah, and decides to wear a low cut black practically see thru shirt and a short skirt and no panties. I am so excited at this point. We head out to our local TGI Fridays. When we arrive, we looked around at the mostly white crowd and then across the bar, there he is. Black- 6 foot 4 inches tall, and BIG at least 310 and solid. With a shaved head. I point and say to her, there he is, Gavin. She looks and says wow. Really, he is so sexy. I knew then this had a great chance. We walked over and he immediately kissed her on the cheek and said "Hi Beautiful". She was blushing. He shook my hand and thanked me for the opportunity to meet. He said quite often couples agree to meet and then back out. Marie laughed and said, "Ha, I am glad we didn't". The next thing I know we had been drinking for two hours and Marie and Gavin had moved real close to one another. I excused myself to go to the men's room. When I returned I saw the two of them kissing and his hand up her shirt squeezing her tits. Wow this was it. I watched for a bit and then walked over. I said well I see you two got to break the ice. They laughed and said yes we did. Gavin thanked me again and told me how lucky I was. I laughed and said I am lucky but I think you may be too. Tonight. I ordered another round and watched as Marie and Gavin kissed some more and he began to man handle her. His hands were double the size of mine. He squeezed those big tits like they were little. I was so fucking hard watching this in front of me. My lite skinned wife and dark black LARGE MAN with her. I made a suggestion that we go back to our house for the night. They said let's go. On the way out to the cars Marie said, Mike go ahead, I am gonna ride with Gavin. We'll follow you. I knew she liked him and was comfortable to be alone in his car with him. And I felt comfortable as well. I said sure. They followed me and at every light I would watch from my rear view. After the second light I could see that both of Marie breasts were out of her shirt. He could not keep his BIG BLACK HANDS off her milky white breasts. After a short ride we were home. Marie exited the his car with her tits out and not a care in the world. He was smiling ear to ear. We walked into the house and I went into the kitchen to make us some drinks and they went into the living room. Gavin asked Marie and I what we had in mind. I said that usually in these situations we share her. But tonight, I would like to sit back and like to watch you take her. Control her. Pleasure her. He looked at Marie. She smiled and said "Hmm, sounds good to me." She threw her arms out and he jumped on top of her kissing and groping her. He asked were the bedroom was. I directed him. He took her by the hand and lead her down the hall. We entered the room. I took a seat in the corner, Gavin then looked at Marie. He told her take off her shirt and to play with those tits, then to strip her skirt. There she was all fucking naked. He was more than double her size. He looked at her and again thanked me and at the same time asked me to forgive him for what he was about to do to my wife. I did not know what to say but your welcome and enjoy. He then told her to come over to him and take his shirt off. She did. He had a barrel of a chest and python type arms. He then told her to take off his pants. She did. He had boxers on. She then pulled them down too. WOW. Her eye fixed on what appeared to be the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was at least nine inches long and not fully hard, and at least three fingers thick. She took it in her hand and rubbed it. He asked her what she thought. She laughed and said I love it and then began to suck it. To watch her pretty face buried in a man's midsection, trying to take it all, gagging. She keep licking it and licking it. He then started to slap her across the face with his his cock. It was getting angry. The veins were thick like cables. It was very rigid. Not at all smooth. This was not going to be an easy one for her as I am the usual six inch guy. She had her hands and other parts full. He then threw her onto the bed. He rubbed her pussy to ensure it was wet enough. Trust me it was. He mounted her. She winced. He told her to trust him. He would start slow and once she got into would be begging for more. He inserted the head of his cock. She moaned a bit, he then inched it in about half way. She looked as if she had it. She said "UGH UGH UGH. I can't. I can't." He pulled it out. Then slowly rocking the head in and out in and out, each time a bit deeper. Next thing it's all the way in, he is pounding and she is screaming. Screaming "god, fuck me, fuck me." I have never in my life seen my wife act this way in bed. She was like a porn star. He was giving my wife the fuck of her life on our bed. She screamed "I'm cumming." She did, and never stopped. All I heard was oh my god, over and over. He pounded her over and over. Until he got ready. He said, oh fuck I'm gonna cum. He asked her where do you want it. She yelled, "In my pussy, in my pussy". He did, he unloaded. She loved it. And then they both collapsed in each others arms. He asked what she thought and she said, "I love black cock!" WOW, I thought to myself. Did I create a wife who craves black cock???? More to follow..

Like I previously wrote about Maria and her hubby, she is delicious. She loves her sex and is bound to satisfy. Now our second meeting was not as intense as the first but just as enjoyable. We both had to drive some distance to meet at a hotel for a rendezvous, but we both knew it was worth the trip. We arrived within minutes of each other and proceeded to check in and head to the room. This time however, she knew exactly what she wanted and wasted no time in getting undressed and getting into the bed. I stripped and got in beside her and started kissing right away and I let me hands roam all over her body. We played like school kids and our mouths were everywhere. She reached down and grabbed my cock and said she had been so anxious to have her plaything again. Even though her husband and she had been playing, well she played and he watched since he is still experiencing his anxiety problems from work and all, she was fond of me since I helped to ease them into the lifestyle. To say she is insatiable would be an understatement. Even though she loves to have her pussy eaten, she would much rather have it stuffed with a cock. Her first go around in giving head was less than great, she had learned a few things and had become much more talented with her mouth and tongue. We did have a hot session, but since there was a front coming in our time had to be cut short and we barely made it back to our perspective cities. But this story is more about our next encounter. I told her once that I got to go on occasion to a small college town between them and the airport. She was excited and said that she wanted to know when I would be there next. Well, it just so happened that I was assigned to fly there within the month and we made arrangements. She took an afternoon and the next day off work so she could drive down to meet me. I had arranged to fly in and be at the plant the next day and they were fine with that. I arrived and checked into the hotel, went out to get some refreshments for us before she came in. I sat out in the parking lot until she drove up. I drove over to her and signaled for her to follow me. We drove to the rear of the hotel, closest to my room, and parked. I helped her with her stuff and we proceeded to the room. After the pleasantries, she was stripping saying that she needed it bad and wanted it now. Her hubby was on his way but she was so horny. To my surprise, she had on the peach bikini panties again which I noticed right away. She smiled and said, “just for you sweetie, just for you.” Well we got into the bed and had a great make-out session with our hands roaming over each other. I got busy sucking and licking those beautiful tits of hers while massaging them with one hand as the other headed south to find her natural bush. She spread her legs to grant me access, which I found a very wet, matted hair covered pussy. I made my way down to her snatch and started my feast, her pussy was so wet and getting wetter by the moment. I sucked and licked her labia and tongue flipped her clit. Now I seriously love the taste and aroma of a woman, and she was definitely giving me all that I could hope for. She was wet and getting wilder with each lick and nibble and suck on, in and around her sweet delight. I pushed in a finger then two and started my attack on her G-Spot and her hips started to raise to get me deeper inside. I kept up my oral assault on her womanhood and with my free hand I spread her pussy lips to find her clit and hood, which is gently pulled back and licked her clit directly. She grabbed a hand full of my hair and pushed me deeper into her sweetness and groaned. She then pulled me away and pulled me up to kiss her more on her lips and say it was now her turn. Now, who am I to argue with a proposition like that? She started by licking my cock head and then taking me into her mouth, someone has been teaching her more tricks. She licked my balls and ran her fingers over my sac and cock while licking away. She then said she wanted it bad. She laid back and I came up on my knees to slowly start my insertion into her waiting pussy. So wet, so hot, and so wanting, her pussy almost sucked me right in to my balls. We proceeded to have a nice slow rhythm until we were in sync and then started to speed up our assault. I reached up and played with her titties and touched her face. She opened her eyes and smiled and said she loved the feel of me deep inside of her. We stayed in that position and humped away until we both came and collapsed in a heap of sweaty flesh. We laid there for a while until we decided to get up, freshen up and get supper. After eating we returned to the room to find her hubby just entering the side door to the hotel. All pleasantries were exchanged, she gave him a big smooch and got naked again. Now I am not a young man anymore and thought round two would not happen, but she helped me strip and started to play with my and gently run her fingertips over my body and there he was up and ready, even to my surprise. Her hubby went over to the chair and got comfortable, in that he loosened his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his pants and got ready for the show. This excited Maria even more this time and she put a lip-lock on me that was fantastic. She kissed her way down to my chest and licked and sucked on my nipples and chest. Then she went down and sucked on me to make sure I was good and hard. She then got up on her hands and knees and said she wanted it again now. I got up on my knees, proceeded to approach her pussy, rubbed my cock up and down her slit until she said that was enough and grabbed my cock and guided me to her hole. I drove it to the hilt with one stroke and started pumping, when I noticed that her hubby had gotten up and presented his semi-erect dick to her which she gobbled up and started sucking away. She was in heaven having her two men giving her homage and cock. She didn't need to work since on each stroke I made into her pussy drove her mouth over his dick. I asked her if she was enjoying herself, which her only reply was hmmph and slightly nodded her head. This kept up for over ten minutes and I felt her pussy muscles start to tighten around my pistoning cock. She came violently and with that I could not hold back and squirted deep into her once again. This time there were three bodies that fell together on the bed and this time fell asleep for the night with Maria between us in the king size bed with hands on each tit and a smile on her face. I awoke to a nice dream, oh, make that a reality of someone sucking on my cock. Maria woke up horny and was working me over. To my surprise, I am now erect for a third time and she is mounting me taking me deep again. Did I say that she was insatiable. I looked over to see that her hubby was up, naked with a towel over the chair and smiling away at his bride. I am glad that they are early risers, since I still had to get to work later. This time took much longer, but just as much fun. She would lean over me and kiss deeply before rising up again and grinding herself on my groin. I was starting to lose feeling in my cock and wondered if I was still hard inside her when that old familiar feeling swelled up in my balls and I started to deliver yet another load into her and then she started to moan and cum then collapse on my chest. I grabbed her head and lifted to kiss her deep. I had to get to work, so I got up to shower. When I got out her hubby said he was next since he need to head north and get some hours in at his job as well. Maria just basked in the afterglow until her men were clean and ready to leave. We both gave her kisses and took off. I got my work for the day done and ordered the parts needed to complete my task the next day. I went over my work with the manager and explained what else needed to be done and explained that I should be able to finish the next day without a problem. I headed back to the hotel not knowing what to expect. I got to the room and Maria wasn't there. Her stuff was still there so I just laid down to get some much needed rest. As I just nodded off, I heard the door and Maria had come back from her running around. She had done some shopping and showed me what she had bought. She asked me why I was still dressed and she started taking her clothes off once again. Did I tell you she was insatiable? She told me to lay back and let mama take care of me. She started by massaging me with her hands, tits, and mouth. I am thinking that there is no way that it will ever spring back to attention after having sex three times inside of 16 hours, but she did wonders for me and kept up her gentle touch until I was once again ready. I told her I need to taste her again and dove in between her legs and started to kiss and lick her sweet pussy once again. She wanted cock. So she laid back and we started it all over again. This time we were banging away at each other with wild abandon. We changed positions several times, to doggy, her on top me on top, me behind her on our sides. We finished up with her on her back and me on my knees sweating away until I just went limp after over 45 minutes of heavy sex. I was spent and she was satisfied. We laid next to each other facing each other gently kissing and fondling. She told me that her hubby had called and wanted her to come home and not spend another night there, so she dutifully got showered, dressed, packed and left for home. I was exhausted, I had not had sex four times inside of 20 hours since I was in my twenties and that was a long time ago. My job situation has changed and we have not been able to see each other since. One person asked me on the comment section if I wore a rubber. The first two time we did not, but her hubby was getting concerned so this last time she brought a supply and I did use protection and she put them on for me. I hope you have enjoyed the stories.

This story is about an experience that my wife and I had several years ago. We enjoy getting away and going on long car rides. My wife Emmy, had always flirted with truckers by waving and blowing kisses, but that was as far as it ever went. Emmy is an attractive woman of 40, 5'3' tall, with long brown hair and size 34B breasts. Her skin color is just a shade darker than milky white, and as soft to the touch as you can imagine. It happened on a hot summer's day in the late afternoon while traveling through Ohio. She had been doing her usual flirting, and dressed as she always is for our summer drives, with a short cotton black skirt and sleeveless yellow blouse that buttoned down the front. Besides a pair of sandals, she wore nothing else. Her left leg was resting comfortably up in the dashboard, and her right leg was resting against the glass on the windows ledge. As we passed this one truck, she told me how this guy seemed very friendly. He waved and smiled several times as we slowly went by. After passing him and returning to the right lane, I noticed that he pulled into the left lane and was coming up along side us. He passed, switched lanes to be in front of us, then slowed down a little. Emmy asked, 'why did that guy pass you, and then slow down?' I told her that it was the same friendly guy we passed a few minutes ago, and that he probably wants to see you again. She smiled, and said to go ahead and catch up to him again, so I pulled out and started approaching his cab. Emmy was giddy, and she saw the trucker watcher her through his side view mirror. As we pulled along side, he waved again and smiled and she blew him a kiss. He then made a gesture with his hands after pointing at her blouse, as if to ask her to open it. She asked me what to do, and I said that she should have fun, and to do what she wanted to do. Nervously, she undid a few buttons, and pulled her blouse apart to better expose her cleavage. The trucker responded with some sort of begging, because she giggled and undid the rest, letting her blouse fall open, but her nipples kept it from falling all the way open. I love her nipples, they are big and stand out as if to be asking to be sucked, the kind you can balance several match sticks on with ease. Anyway, he wanted more, only being able to see her soft cleavage. She toyed with him, starting to pull the blouse all the way open, then stopping. Finally, she let her nipples out, and he responded with a blow of his air horn. She loved that. His truck slowed at this point, and we passed him again. Emmy was feeling good about herself, and she told me that it was fun playing with the driver that way. Looking in my rear view mirror, I said 'looks like your new friend agrees, he's going to pass us again.' She turned to see, and asked why he's doing that again, she already had showed him her tits. I said that he probably liked the nibble you gave him, and now wants the whole dessert. She seemed to be a little more nervous again, but as the truck pulled back in front of us and slowed down for a second time, she said 'go ahead, catch up again and we'll see what he wants.' As we pulled along side, he did his best begging I guess, helped by some short toots on his horn, because Emmy sat up and slowly removed her top. She then turned towards him to allow for a better view. She even slowly touched her breasts as she looked at him. Emmy must have a real thing for airhorns, because he let loose with a long blast and then a big thumbs up sign, and she leaned back giggling and putting her feet up onto the dash. She ran her hands down her side, took hold of her skirt, and started to shimmy them off. I couldn't believe it, and swerved a little, as did her new friend. He dropped back a little, but quickly pulled along side again. She was really enjoying the attention, and finished wiggling out of the skirt until she was sitting there naked. She lifted her hips up off the seat, and gave him a nice view of her soft, trimmed mound. Before I could say anything, she turned and laid back in my lap, left her left leg on the dash, and put the other up on the door frame. She lifted her ass up, and showed the trucker her moist, pink lips. I was having a real problem concentrating at this point, and I'm guessing he was also by the erratic speed he was keeping. He dropped back, and we pulled into the right lane. Emmy was caressing her body, playing with her moistened lips, and I put my right hand onto her breasts and played with her nipples. She raised her hips again, and was moaning beautifully, enjoying the excitement of the moment. I was so caught up with her that I didn't see that he had passed us again right away. When I did, I said, 'Hey Emmy, he's in front of us again, and he has his turn signal on.' She sat up, and asked what I thought he was doing. Just then, I noticed a sign for a rest area up ahead. I said that I think he wants us to pull off the road with him. Instead of her being nervous this time, she perked right up, with her hands still massaging her thighs, and said to follow him off. 'Are you sure?' I asked. 'Yes, let's see what he wants.' So I followed him into the rest area, and around to the back. He parked as far away from the building as he could, but left enough room for a car to pass him on the right. I pulled up, and along side, and saw that this totally obscured us from the view of the rest of the parking lot. It wasn't long before the trucker was out of his cab, and walking over to Emmy's side of the car. She lowered her window and leaned back in the seat. He came over and leaned on the window frame, and told her how hot what she had done was. They were chatting back and forth, as I watched his eyes scan over her naked body. She giggled a lot, as he complimented her body, and I could see the excitement growing in his eyes as he kept gazing at her body just inches away from him. Taking a chance, I asked him if he liked what he was seeing. He said 'absolutely' with a huge smile, so I asked him if he wanted to touch her. Emmy's head snapped around to me as if she was just slapped, but she didn't look upset, instead, it was more of the look you'd expect to see after giving a woman a piece of jewelry that she'd been wanting. His response was just as quick, as if not wanting to lose the opportunity. He answered 'hell yes' as his right hand cupped her breast. She turned back to him, and relaxed in the seat, letting him know that she approved. He ran his fingers around her breasts, and over her nipples. His fingers pinched a little, then massaged them, as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. He then adjusted himself to allow his left hand to massage her breasts and nipples, as his other hand slid down her stomach and across her soft mound. She spread her legs, and his fingers found their way into her wet lips, which caused her hips to rise off the seat. Taking a chance, he reached his head into the car and put his mouth on her nipple and began to suck, as his fingers worked around the inside of her pussy. Emmy was really moaning now, and raised her head up to him, he lifted off her nipples, and they kissed, all along with his hand still inside her. She sat up more, and put an arm out the window to wrap around his back, and turned and lifted her hips so that she could get a knee on the seat. He refused to let go of her cunt, working her the whole time. She now leaned out the window forcing him to release her womanhood, but in doing so, her grabbed her ass and lifted her up. Now on both knees, with her head and tits out the window, and his hands firmly on her ass, he lifted her up against the door, and she struggled to get a knee up into the open window. I must admit, this was hot to watch, my wife lusting after a stranger, clawing her way to him from inside the car. He finally just pulled her up and out, and she stood on the ground wrapping her arms around him. He leaned her back onto the car, and began kissing her from the neck down, and once again finding her wet lips with his fingers. He suckled her nipples, and worked the inside of her pussy, making her shiver with delight. I left the car also, to get a better view. As I rounded the back of the car, I saw her clenching her knees together tight as she could, and with that, she began to cum. He fought to open her legs again, and she eventually let up to allow his fingers to move around more. Her knees now spread, and slightly squatting, she started cumming even harder, drenching his hand in the process. His other hand was now frantically working at his own belt, and releasing it and his pants to the ground. Emmy's hand found his tool, and stroked it maybe twice before it was hard as steel. He pushed her to the right, and onto the hood of the car, lifting her legs into the air, and inserting himself into her dripping wet pussy. She reached back over her head to grab something, but there wasn't anything, so she just laid her arms over her head as he pounded into her. Her body weight was pushing down on him, and he was thrusting back hard, giving her quite the ride. He had her legs in his hands, and was spreading them wide, watching his manhood slide in and out of her warm, wet hole. Her breasts were bouncing with the rhythm of his motion, and her cunt lips were sucking hard on his stiff dick with every movement. His pace increased, and I could tell he was about to lose control. I could tell she was going to cum again also, because she was arching her back, and neck, and so I moved closer to see the pounding she was getting. Her cunt lips were indeed latched to his dick, as he pulled almost all the way out, then thrusted back in. Then she began cumming, and squirting all over him, which in turn made him lose it also, as I saw his cream covered tool emerging from her heavenly womanhood with every stroke. Before long he was spent, and slowing his pace. He looked down, intent on watching her pussy suck every drop of his sperm off his dick. He pulled it out until the head was almost exposed, them pushed it back in all the way, slowing with every stroke. It was so hot watching her pink lips suck the cum off his dick. Finally, with one last thrust, he sucked each of her nipples, and withdrew for the last time. She lay there, draped across the hood of the car, sweat on her skin, and cum dripping from her cunt. We parted ways with the trucker, and she promised me that this would not be the last time, as she sucked me off with the blow job of all time.

I had the day off, and of course it was raining... I finished cleaning the house and decided to check my email. Once I was done with that, I decided to do some food shopping. I put on my black stretchy pants and a T-shirt. I got everything together and ran to the van. Wouldn't you know it, it wouldn't start. It was totally dead. I ran back to the house & called AAA. They told me someone would be there in about an hour or so. I went back & turned on the computer. As my mind wandered, I found myself viewing erotic photos. I was getting very aroused, especially viewing the photos of threesomes and groups. Suddenly, the door bell rang. As I went to get the door I realized that I was preoccupied viewing the sex sites that an hour passed and my pants were a bit "damp" in the crotch. I opened the door, but found no one there. I looked into the drive way and saw that the driver was already busy getting the van onto the flatbed. I walked over and asked if he needed anything. Without turning towards me, I was told that I needed to accompany the van since it was being towed from New Jersey to Brooklyn. I told him that I couldn't do that because I had things needing to be done around here and a round trip to Brooklyn would be at least two hours plus however long it took for the repair. The driver looked me up and down and said gruffly, "You want the van in Brooklyn lady? Then you go too." I paused and thought for a moment. I then looked the driver up and down. I thought to myself "Hmm. This might not be a bad ride after all." The driver went about his business of getting my van on the truck while I went to give Mike a call to let him know that I needed to go with the driver if I wanted the van fixed. He wasn't too thrilled, but understood. I then told him "this may be fun". He asked what I meant. I only replied with , "I'll tell you later. Gotta go!" I went to change into something more appropriate for what I hoped would be an exciting time. I put on my 13" short black skirt with the slit on the left and a nice tight sweater. I pulled on my stockings and boots and I was ready to go. I went out and ask if he wanted me to get in yet. The driver, still busy, turns his head and does a double take. "Yeah sure lady, go ahead." he said as he stared at the bottom of my skirt just centimeters below my clit. He then went around to the passenger side adjusting his growing bulge. I climb into the cab of the truck with some difficulty, exposing my snatch in the process as he checked under the flatbed on the passenger side. He walks around to the driver side shaking his head and rubbing his crotch. He climbs in, looks me over once more and starts up the truck. I am feeling very nervous but very excited at this point, so I start off with small talk by introducing myself to him although he already knows my name. He says his name is "Dave" and he lives in East Brunswick but grew up in Queens. I ask about his wife, but there isn't a misses at the moment. He says he likes it better that way. Women are just trouble... I laugh and tell Dave I agree, but I still like them anyway. He looks at me funny but decides not to question me further. It was getting extremely warm in the truck so I slip off my coat and "accidentally" caused my skirt to ride up to my crotch. He was trying very hard to drive and not look but every so often he'd take a peak. I asked him if he has a girlfriend and he tells me no that he just broke it off with the bitch. I told him about Mike and me. He asked why Mike lets me dress like that. I told him that Mike likes when I act like a slut. He opened his eyes wide again but turned away quickly. I asked him what he thinks about the way I am dressed. Smiling, he said "You look like a slut." I thanked him and said, "I am a slut!" He seemed to have gotten a bit flustered at that comment, but judging from the bulge in his pants, I think he liked the idea. After a second, he composed himself then turned and asked me "Just what do you think a slut is?" I smiled and told him that, "A slut is someone who wants to fuck anyone, anytime, anyplace and doesn't care who it is or how many, as long as I, I mean she, gets a cock in their pussy, up their ass or in their face." I paused a moment, then added, "Hopefully, all of the above" as I smiled at him. At this point he adjusted his crotch, this time without embarrassment. In a couple of minutes he pulled the truck over into the first rest stop along the turnpike. He turned towards me and says, "Okay, slut, now is your chance," as he unzips his pants and yanks out his dick. "Suck it slut. If you're as good as you look you are, I might let you have more." I smiled as I licked my lips and bent down on his stiff piece of meat. As I began sucking, He reached over and pulled down my stockings over my ass and spread my cheeks. He then slid his fingers up and down my slit. I was so busy bobbing I didn't see that a truck had pulled over next to us. What a sight it must have been, my ass is up in the air with my skirt is up around my waist, my stockings down around my knees and my head bobbing up and down on a nice stiff cock. I guess he liked what he saw because I soon felt a draft and the next thing I knew, I felt a third hand between my legs. Dave pulled me over more towards the driver's side as he invited the other guy into the cab. Dave reached over and spread my ass wide. "Have at it pal." he said "I didn't realize that I picked up a slut. She said she wanted cock." With that, I felt a hard cock shoved into my soaking wet pussy. I gasped as his cock reaches full hilt and I am rewarded with Dave's cock pushed further down my throat. I gag for a moment until I can catch my breath. The guys get their rhythm going and I am getting fucked nicely. I am loving every fucking beat. Just then Dave pulls his cock out of my mouth and shoots his load all over my face. "Here slut!" he says. After he finished cumming, he shifted his view so he could see me getting pounded from behind. There was a knock on the steamy driver's side window. He rolled it down and saw one of his friends. "Hey Dave! What's,.. Oh shit! Nice!" He said as he noticed me getting fucked. Dave asked "Do you want some of this nice slut?" "Hell yeah!" He responded. Dave climbed out allowing his friend room to enter. He's huge, bald and black with a gleam in his eye that is scary. He whipped out his cock and began to jerk off. I reach out for it so I can suck it while I'm being fucked, but he slapped my hand away. "Wait for it you slut!" He tells the guy banging my pussy, "He pal, do ya mind stopping for a minute? I want some of that fine looking pussy." The guy starts to object but takes in his size and decides to give it up for a second. The big black guy picks me up and impaled me on his pole. I slid down on his big cock to his balls effortlessly due to being so wet and so damned horny for it. Immediately, he leaned me well into him so that his shoulder was pressed below my tit. Looking at the one who was previously enjoying my wet pussy, he asked, "Hey man! Why don't you shove that cock of yours up this slut's ass?" With that invitation cock #2 spreads my cheeks and rams his cock up my ass as far as it can go. I feel like I am being ripped in half but the pain eases quickly as I get accustomed to being fucked in my ass and pussy simultaneously. Meanwhile, Dave returns and is just leaning on his truck sipping his coffee watching me get banged. I am getting fucked so good. I am screaming like a bitch in heat as I cum over and over again. I don't care who hears me. I can't get enough and I scream to them how much I'm loving this. They laugh and tell me what a good slut I am. Dave suggests that I need another cock so I can have one in all three holes, as I had hoped for earlier. He steps aside and allows Jim, a friend who was with the black guy and was watching from the side, to climb in. Jim crouches next to my face and I quickly grab at him to free his cock. He shoves it into my waiting mouth. I feel myself cumming over and over again as I eagerly sucked this new cock deep into my throat as I repeatedly bounce up and down on Cock #2 and Cock #3. I feel the guy in my ass begin to twitch. He then pulled out and shot his load all over my ass cheeks. Then the next guy grunts and tells me to take it all. He shoved his cock deep into my hole and pumped his load way inside. The guy in my mouth can't take it anymore. He grabbed my hair and fucked my face fast and hard until he shot his load down my throat. They then zip up their pants and say goodbye. Dave climbs back in the truck and smiles. I am covered with cum and I have a big smile on my face. Jim gets in to ride with us as I thanked them for the fucking. We got back on the turnpike and I called Mike from my cell a few minutes after I regained my composure. I tell him from when I hung up with him before. In detail I tell him of the conversation I had with Dave. Unconsciously I reach over and begin rubbing Jim's cock through his jeans. I begin to tell Mike from when Dave pulled over as I opened Jim's pants to free his once again hardening cock. As I'm telling Mike about my gang bang in the cab of this flatbed truck, I get so excited that I climbed onto Jim's cock, still facing the road. He pulls my sweater over my tits and begins pinching and squeezing them as I begin to cum again with Mike on the phone. Suddenly, I hear Dave say "Oh shit!" as he was looking in his side view mirror. The State Trooper wanted him to pull over. But that's another story.

We are a couple from India. My name is Rajesh, and her name is Riti. We are the kind of couple who likes to explore and find out things which help us in living life to the fullest, and swinging is one of them. She is petite, with small tits (of which she is very conscious), a nicely shaped ass, which gets her a lot of longing stares, and an attractive face with full lips and high cheekbones. I am tall and athletic with a long cock, which she finds nice but is not afraid to say that she has had some bigger ones, both before and after marriage (sometimes with my prior consent, and sometimes my post arousal to the point I couldn't be mad at her dalliances). As we were exposed to the idea of swinging from basically the internet and some friends, we started getting attracted to it. In fact, we have been keen to explore the swinging thing further, and this gets us very aroused. Riti, who usually is into more of doing and less of talking, is the main character in the following story. She is the kind of person who will do a thing and talk less about it, so it boils down to me doing the talking and sharing with you the story as it happened. It is a true story and has some more to it, but to that later. Let's get on to what happened. This story is the first one we are posting, although it was not our first adventure. I was going out of town for several months, and she was staying at our house in a place in north India, Chandigarh. So while I was going to be away, I thought rather than making her stay at home and becoming a housewife (which she wouldn't like), she could pick up a vocational school course in something like hospitality, which would give her a reason to go out and meet people and also have a nice time. At the time, I had no inkling that this would develop into one of the wildest time she has had lately (and she has had many). Although when I had gone to this institute what had made me make up my mind about getting her admission in this particular place was the secretary, who looked prim and proper, but with the right amount of glint of sexiness in her eyes. So when I went away, for several weeks, she had been attending a class at this vocational school, which is for outgoing eighteen-year-old students. She would to go to the class in the afternoon and come back by 6 p.m. In this class, there was a guy who she felt was coming on to her. She had told me about him after the first day, and I had told her to make him happy by giving a feel of her ass or her tits. This guy, his name was Vikram, was a tall, well-built hunk and he had a reputation of getting his way with the females. In fact, he had tried to seduce Riti by telling her how he had been fucking his brother's wife regularly when his brother was abroad, and that he had a thick cock (which Riti had discerned by looking at the tight trousers he used to wear to the class), and that her yoni would enjoy this cock. Now, this was a nice combination of what arouses Riti: a wild guy with the intention to be naughty, and the requisite equipment to carry out an erotic task. She had told me what had happened after that. One day during the class, they were having a discussion on interpersonal relationship, and her classmates were made to sit on the floor with each other. Holding each other's hands, this guy sat with her, then the teacher told them to think of something they liked and to close their eyes. Riti usually wore a tight back trouser or stretch lycra to classes, which made her luscious ass look really hot, but on this day she was wearing a short skirt and leggings. When she closed her eyes, she felt this guy holding her hand and then slowly, as everyone had closed their eyes, he slowly put his hand on one of her tits and pressed it lightly. She felt it immediately and initially tensed up, but soon relaxed into an erotic state. The guy then took advantage of her arousal, which he could feel from her quickening heartbeat, and made his next move. He put his palm between her legs, encasing her mound, slowly gripping it with all his full hand and feeling her there. Then over a period of a few minutes, he rubbed one finger into the crease of the pussy fold and felt her getting wet. In the meantime, the teacher told everyone to keep thinking, and this session continued for around twenty minutes, with Vikram's finger rolling in my wife's folds for the whole time. When the session stopped, she was too wet to go to the next class; she knew her clothes were stained dark from her desire. She made an excuse to go to the loo and relieve herself to try to hide her shame over being so wanton from others. The guy followed her there and made her come into a changing room with a full-length mirror on one of the walls. Here he hugged her and reached under her skirt and into her undergarments to feel directly what he had only felt through clothing before. By this time she was too wet to resist any advances, and when he pulled his thick cock out with one hand, she held it, finding it big and hard and thick. He slowly kissed her on the mouth and made love to her tongue as her yoni spilled out its pleasure. After some time, she felt him trying to turn her around. She tried to resist, but he told her that he wanted to lick her asshole as he had always found it sexy. Many Indian women are very shy and conservative and would be frightened by this, but my wife is wanton, she believes bodies are made for giving pleasure, and she does not limit her pleasures in any way. She turned, and he bent her forward and removed her thong from below her skirt. He knelt behind her, spread her cheeks, stared for a minute at her dark musky anus, and then started pleasuring her asshole by licking around it and then as she opened, inserting his tongue into her. This aroused her, she was panting. He slowly opened her by putting a finger into her. She sensed that he would now try and put his cock in her asshole. She tried to tell him that she loved all parts of her body, but that there, only licking and fingers. Her husband does not even put it there with his smaller cock since she was too tight and it pained her she told him. He reassured her that he was an expert in this and had been doing his sister-in-law, who loved it very much. He would love to do it to her too, to feel the tightness and warmth of her most private place. Her mind said no, but her wanton body was saying yes. This he knew. So, she relented, and he quickly took out a bottle of KY jelly, rubbing it on his cock and into her asshole. He inserted the cock in her asshole. She felt herself getting stretched, and some pain, and then her desire required that become only pleasure, a pleasure which she had never imagined. She felt him rubbing her insides where never rubbed before. She felt wanton, and Indian wife bent over in the loo, her yoni exposed, another man than her husband fucking her asshole and rubbing her insides with his cock. She was in the control of lust as he put his fingers into her pussy and started rubbing her clit. Slowly he increased his pace and then came in her asshole. When he did, she came too. He held her body up as her pleasure took her, her body squeezing his cock and fingers in both her holes. When they were done and ready to return home, he asked for a lift in our car. She is always ready for more, so she agreed, hoping to grab a bite of his cock. What she got was more. He made her take the car to a secluded place, removed all her clothes, made her spread her yoni and ass for him to enjoy seeing, and then made her lick his cock and then climb on top of him and then filled her pussy with the jism. She loved it a lot. When she came home, her sister, who was staying with her, noticed something was going on from her attitude of a well-fucked slut and the fragrance she was exuding from cum leaking from all of her holes. Being a shy girl, not like her sister, she said nothing, but she wanted someday to be like her sister too. When I came back from my trip, she filled me on the details. I loved it and wanted her to repeat the coupling with Vikram in front of me. She said she might, she wants to feel her insides rubbed like that again, but not just Vikram, but with other new men too. But that is another story.

We were at a nightclub in Maryland during Bike Week, watching the crowd as they danced. We had a nice buzz. There were two black guys who were obviously there to enjoy themselves and get lucky. They were having fun with a bachelorette party. The bride-to-be had a shirt with nasty items to be checked off. One of them was "talk dirty to me". The bride-to-be seemed to enjoy all of the nasty little things one guy was whispering in her ear. She appeared to be getting all hot and bothered and started to rub and grind up and down his leg. I guess one of the bridesmaids was looking on and decided to break them up. The bridal party moved on as Mike excused himself to the men's room, leaving me alone with my thoughts... We both have fantasized about me being asked to dance by a stranger and then a second joining them as they swayed, touched and flirted. Well, seeing the two black guys all alone on the dance floor gyrating and grooving to the beat and feeling a bit “excited” and adventurous from the alcohol and from some of the comments I overheard, I decided to see what could happen. I moved next to where they were dancing and smiled at them as I swayed to the beat. They checked me out as they moved closer and began to dance with me. I smiled at them. They said hi. I leaned forward so they could hear me. “Hi! Did you like her t-shirt?” The shorter of the two responded, “Oh yeah. It was cute.” “Yeah, I heard your comment about the talk-dirty to me box.” He chuckled a bit, but before he could respond, I said “Well, I got a question for you?” “Oh yeah? What’s that?” “Well, even though I’m not a bride-to-be, would you like to talk dirty to me?” I felt my face get flushed with excitement & nervousness. The two guys chuckled as they surrounded me and started grinding against me and whispering nasty "nothings" in my ear. I felt very slutty and like the cream center of an Oreo cookie sandwiched between these two guys. The first guy said “Oh, I’d love to slide my cock slowly into your hole.” I smiled and asked, “Oooh really? Which one?” With a bigger grin he said “All of them.” “Mmmmm” with a big smile was my response. The big guy then said “I want to run my tongue around your nipples and feel them get hard in my mouth so I can suck and chew on them.” This caused me to moan as the three of us bumped and grinded against each other in time to the music. Then he said “I’d love to grab you by the hair and shove my cock between your lipstick-lined lips.” “Mmmm. You mean that hard thing I feel rubbing against my ass?” “You know it baby.” I got more and more into it and lost track of where we were and what I was doing. I reached down and started to rub the cock of the shorter guy and also reached back and rubbed the big guy's leg. They were grinding and swaying against me. The guy behind me placed his hands on my hips and then began to rub his hands up and down the front of me, grazing my nipples each time he moved. Boy, I was getting so hot. I reached back with both hands and grabbed his hips. Then I pulled him into me as I pushed my ass back against his stiff cock. “Oh yeah girl. You want this black cock don’tcha?” I didn’t say anything. I just rubbed and grinded my ass up and down against his pole. Since I wasn’t stopping his hands, he placed them both on my tits as he began to rub and squeeze them in front of everyone. I leaned my head back against him with closed eyes as I enjoyed the feeling of his hands working my tits. “Oh yeah! You like me squeezing these titties in front of everyone huh? I can’t wait to put them into my mouth and chew on your nipples.” I moaned again as the guy in front of me closed in tighter against me. He then placed his hands on my hips. He pulled me back and forth with the music and into his cock and then his friends cock. I spread my legs apart so I could grind my pussy against his cock, rubbing my pussy up and down on his rod. Dry-humping him on the dance floor. “Look at this. This girl DOES want my cock sliding in and out of her. Don’tcha?” “Oh God yes.” At this time I noticed that my skirt had ridden up higher and higher so that my panties were visible. The guy behind me grabbed the sides of my skirt and raised it enough so he could see the top of my panties. He then placed his rod between my cheeks as he ground into my ass. I could feel my juices running down my legs as the desire to feel him inside me grew. The way we danced drew a crowd around us as I was lost in a daze of sexual arousal. The camera guys were making their way around the room and soon zoomed in on our dancing. I looked at the big screen and now saw myself sandwiched between these 2 guys. I got so much more excited by this knowing that every one in the entire club, including my husband, were seeing this white girl being ravished by 2 black men on the dance floor. I was loving the fact that I was on display with hands on my tits and a cock in front and back of me as I swayed and grinded into their bodies to the music. As I saw myself on the screen, I raised her hands up in the air inviting them closer. They moved in and got so close there was no space between us. I was totally sandwiched in and loving every minute of it. The camera then moved on, but everyone was now moving towards us to get a closer view. The crowd around us was going wild, yelling and hooting for these two black men to "fuck the nice white pussy!" I then felt my panties pushed to the side as the guy’s hand rubbed my ass down to her wet pussy. Before he could slide a finger into me, I pushed away from both of them and said, “Whew! I need a drink to calm down before I get carried away.” They both laughed as they walked back to the bar where Mike had been watching everything. The place was much more crowded now. You couldn’t move without rubbing against someone. As we finally reached the bar where Mike was, he could see that glazed look on my face indicating how hot and horny I was. I tried to conceal it, but it was too obvious. The two guys introduced themselves and ordered drinks for all of us. They both complimented Mike on how good looking and sexy I was. Hearing this caused me to shudder with excitement. But I could sense he wasn’t too happy. “You mad?” I asked. “Well that depends.” So I asked, “On what? “If you can dance in this corner right here the next time so I can watch you guys; Or if we leave now?” I smiled at this invitation and said “I can do that!” as I reached for my drink. The taller of the two reached his left hand in between Mike and I to pay the bartender. As he did he pressed against my ass. Instinctively I bent slightly forward pushing my ass back into him. I wanted to feel his cock pressed against me once again. He then moved between me & Mike. As he asked Mike a question, mostly to distract him, he moved his right hand under my skirt and rubbed my ass. I gave no resistance. He turned to whisper in my ear, “I wish my finger was my cock.” I moved my mouth to his ear and responded “Me too” as I felt him slid his finger up and down my ass crack as he searched for my hole. I was so wet that his finger easily slide into my ass. They smiled at each other and he then whispered “You want this cock, huh, you slut?” “Oh yeah!” I moaned, enjoying the dirtiness of being fingered at a crowded bar by a stranger with Mike mere inches away and so far unaware of what was happening. The shorter of the two was to my right and was leaning with his back against the bar. He was smiling at me knowing that his buddy was slowly moving his finger in & out of my ass. “Oh yeah! You look so hot! I’d love to suck on your tits as my buddy slams his cock into you from behind.” “Oh Yeah!” I exclaimed as I bent a bit more forward allowing the finger to drive all the way into my ass. As I leaned forward the other guy reached up his right hand and began squeezing my right tit. Mike noticed as I almost fell forward into the bar. He asked if I was ok. I quickly regained my composure, straightened up and said, “Oh I’m fine. Just relaxed a bit too much. I’ll be right back.” I said as I made my way to the restroom. The walk to & from there was great. I never had so many guys smile and make comments to me as I was caressed by nearly half of them. Before I returned I removed my panties. They were soaked and useless anyway. The 3 guys made small talk for the time I was gone. When I got back the tall one asked if I’d like to dance again. I asked Mike who was hoping that something may happen, so of course he said ok. As we headed to the floor, I pulled him around to face me. I then led him to the corner of the dance floor Mike had suggested. It was towards the back, behind the bar and not very visible by the entire room. I then pulled him close, pressing myself against him. He looked puzzled and was unsure because Mike could clearly see us from where he stood. I smiled and said, “I want him to watch!” He laughed and said “No problem baby.” We melted into each other as his thigh pressed against my pussy, causing a little tremor of an orgasm. He just smiled at me saying “Oh how I’d love to make you cum harder.” “Mmmm. Me too.” The shorter of the 2 approached me from behind and again I was sandwiched between two hard cocks. As I rode one cock, I felt the other in the crack of my ass. I turned my head to face him and asked “Where’s my husband?” “He said he had to use the men’s room again.” That made me smile, knowing he left to give them a moment to get into it. Smiling at the one behind me, I lifted my left arm to his neck, pulled him to me and kissed him. Mike got back to see me with my hands in the air as both their hands ravished my body freely. The one in front slid his hand between his thigh and my pussy and began to rub my clit, causing me to shudder. At the same time the one behind me moved his hand under my skirt. When they both realized I removed my panties, they both hooted at each other. The one in front slid his finger into my soaked snatch. I fell forward as I leaned my body against him. “Oh yeah. I need that. Oh Yeah!!! Yeah!” I began humping his hand while his finger drove in and out of me. His friend sandwiched against me, began to finger-fuck my ass from behind. The 2 of them tried at some pretense of dancing as before as I stood there with a finger in my pussy and one up my ass. The guy behind me started his “dirty talk” by saying, “You want your man to see you with 2 niggas huh?” as he licked my ear I moaned loudly and said “Oh. Don’t do that,.” as I pulled away from them. “Why not bitch?” “Because it gets me too excited.” He laughed, grabbed a hand full of hair and forced my head to the side, leaving me exposed as he forced his tongue into my ear. I nearly lost it as my knees buckled and let out a low guttural moan. The big guy began licking my neck on one side as his friend continued talking into my other ear. “Oh yeah girl. You want this black cock don’tcha? Don’tcha?” He said more forcefully as he again tugged my hair. The only response I could give was a another guttural moan. “Oh you like this huh? You like it a bit rough?” “Oh yeah!” I was so lost in my lust and could only think about getting fucked as I began to grind my clit faster against the thigh at my pussy. He then reached his hand down and pulled my skirt up, I only moaned in anticipation. For the second time on the dance floor, I was enjoying the feel as he placed his hand at the top of my ass, slid his finger down my crack until he was at my pussy. He slid a finger into me causing me to shudder with excitement. I bent slightly forward. He then removed his finger as he slid his cock up and down my ass crack as it searched for my pussy. I pushed my ass back as an invitation. It was just enough for his cock head to slide barely past my lips. “You want this black cock, bitch?” “Oh yeah! Shove it in me.” That’s exactly what he did. I was so hot that he was in to his balls in one stroke. I pushed back on the rock hard cock as I felt my pussy fill up. I rode it up and down until I began to cum all over the hard black cock buried so nicely inside me. The guy in front of me had pulled down my bra over my nipples and was grabbing and pulling on my tits and nipples. They were driving me crazy! It wasn't long before I felt him drop a nice big load deep inside of me. This only got me hotter as I began sliding up and down running my mouth up and down the chest and stomach of the guy in front of mer, all the way down to his pants. He reached down and undid his zipper as I began moving down further each time until I sucked his cock in my mouth like a Popsicle. He grabbed me by the hair and began fucking my face on the dance floor. There was a crowd around us, watching and chanting for me to "suck it good". "Suck that big black cock!" they were yelling. I began feeling hands running up and down my ass and in and out of my pussy. I looked over and saw one of the biker chicks next to me. She was bending down with me, watching intently as she was playing with my pussy. She whispered in my ear "Good baby, suck that nice cock while I play with your hot cunt, go ahead, suck it all in! Make it shoot in your mouth. I want to see you eat that big cock." I was ready to cum again just listening to her and feeling her fingers massaging my clit. She reached over and licked and bit my neck and ear as she plunged a finger deep in my pussy. "Make him cum baby! I want to see you swallow his load!" I sucked and licked his cock like a starved woman. I could feel his balls tightening up and feel his body tense as he shoved his cock further down my throat. With that, he let out a yell and came shot his load down my throat with wad after wad. I swallowed all that I could but it ran down my face. He relaxed his grip on my head and the girl next to me grabbed my face and began licking off his cum and kissing my face. I then turned towards her and reached down and slid my hand into her snatch. She was soaked too! I stuck a finger in her pussy and reached up and licked her juices off my finger. The woman gave me a glazed hot look. "Fuck me" she said. I reached over again with one hand on her tits and my other hand in her cunt and began finger fucking her as we danced back and forth. The woman licked and kissed my face as she held one hand behind my head and the other hand in my pussy. We were finger fucking each other on the floor as the crowd looked on. It was too much that we both came within minutes. The crowd went wild, clapping and cheering us as we came. I looked up and there was Mike with a smile on his face next to the "biker chick's" guy, clapping. The woman turned to me, put her arm around me and smiled. "The fun is just beginning!"....

My computer died. I called the Geek Squad. Since it's under warranty they'll fix it for free. Good news; It'll take about 3 days to receive it. Bad news; It'll take 2 weeks for a tech to install it due to conflicting schedules. I work 12 hour days on Mon & Tue, off on Wednesdays & then 8-10 hours on Thu & Fri. They'll be here on a Wednesday. Time passes. I am getting more & more use to sharing my husband's although it is bothersome. It's now Monday night & my husband reminds me about a tech coming this Wednesday. I toss & turn having little snippets of erotic dreams. I awake horny & frustrated. Frustrated mainly because I can't remember any of the dreams. Thankfully my day isn't too busy because I am preoccupied with thoughts of tomorrow. I get home & my husband is ready for bed since he is getting up at 5:30 to go to work. Before he goes to sleep he reminds me that the Geek Squad will call prior to arriving, hopefully about 30 minutes or so before they are due to arrive. The whole day little scenarios of teasing, flashing & exposing myself to the tech was running through my mind. I try to envision how I will act, what I will do & what I will be wearing. I awake feeling all horny, so I get out my vibrator & make myself cum as I envision opening the door in my short, sexy robe that matches my short nightgown. As I get up I start going through my skirts and my tops, trying to find that perfect look that will allow me to flash "unintentionally" as I open the door, lead him to the computer & then sit or stand by him in hopes of innocently teasing him. It's 8:00am & the phone rings unexpectedly. The caller ID says it's the Geek Squad. Great! This early is a great excuse to answer the door in only my robe. I let the machine answer. The guy sounds either Jamaican or African. I can't really tell for sure. They say they are on there way & will be here in a few minutes, hoping someone will be home. I start imagining what he'll look like & can feel my pussy tingle. A few minutes later I see that familiar VW pull up. I put my head under the sink to wet my hair & vigorously dry it so it's not dripping. The guy can see that someone's home so he walks up to the door. I answer the door with messy damp hair, my robe tied around my waist enough to hold my top closed, but enough that he can debate if he has seen my bald pussy or not. He briefly looks at the slight opening of my robe and quickly up to my eyes. I smile to myself as he tries to look at my face. I notice he is in his twenties, dark as night and when he smiled his whole face seemed to smile. His biceps aren't big, but well defined. He looks so hot in that Geek Squad uniform. I see a hint of a bulge starting in his trousers. For some reason I decide the hell with just teasing him and that I want to feel this black hard bodied man's cock sliding in pussy. He introduces himself as John as I allow him in and lead him to the computer, bending over to continue drying my hair, knowing that he has a full view of my bare ass. I point into the room with the computer as I head into the bathroom, telling him I'll be right out after I dry my hair. I finish in minutes and I'm nervous and so excited. I can't decide if I should put on my skirt or stay in my robe. I hear his phone ring and hear him say: "Just got here." "I have an h zero t one." "White." "Black? I don't think it'll matter. Wait a minute." He calls out. That makes up my mind. I stay in my robe. Into the phone he says "Definitely don't matter!" as he hangs up. "Ma'am, it is the power supply. I'll be finished in a few minutes." I walk to the chair next to the one he is sitting on and sit down "Wow that was quick." My legs are ever so slightly parted. Very innocently looking, although when he looks at me he will see my pussy for sure. As he looks towards me to respond, he sees my nakedness and responds "Yes but replacing it will take a bit longer. Also I will need to clean it due to the dust" I guess he liked the view enough that he places the computer back on the floor where he found it and gets out of the chair onto the floor. He positioned himself so he can look directly at my nakedness. I smiled at him and say "That's ok. I didn't plan on doing anything since they said to be home between 8-5." He smiles again since now he is at eye level with my pussy. He begins to loosen the 4 screws that are holding the power supply in place. He drops the first one, then the second. I grin at him as I say "Must be difficult to hold onto those small screws since your fingers are so big". I think he gets my meaning since he stuttered a bit before responding "Uh no not really. It's just that I get distracted with my tie in the way." Third one is removed. Uh-huh. Sure. The tie is in the way. I am really enjoying this now. "If it's that much of a distraction, go ahead and take it off." Last screw is removed. "Oh no, it's ok." As he now unplugs all the connections and removes the bad power supply. He asks if I can hand him the new one. It is behind me so I get up, allowing my robe to open a bit more as I do so. I turn back & hand him the box it is in. He is staring right at my pussy. I have a fleeting thought to put my hand on his head and pull his face right into my pussy. As I sit, my robe is still tied at the waist, but it is now open enough that my tits are slightly exposed and my pussy is well on display. I pull my robe tight to cover my chest, while my pussy is still exposed so all pretense of my exposure being accidental is lost. He quickly made all the connections, but is fumbling terribly as he tries to put the screws in place. "Hmm. Why don't you remove that tie now?" He smiles and stands up. He loosens the tie. I am staring at the bulge in his pants as he removes it. I look up at him and say "Oh look. You have some dust on your shirt. Maybe you should remove that too before you get it filthy?" He starts to unbutton the shirt. I stare at his fingers as he undoes each button. As in a trance I sit back in my chair, open my legs as I gently and slowly run a finger down my slit. His shirt is now unbuttoned. I stare at his belt buckle for a moment. I look up into his eyes and back at his belt buckle as I smile. He understands the silent request as he quickly removes his belt. My eyes haven't moved, so he undoes the pant button and pulls down his zipper. I quickly look up at him, smiling I stare back at his groin. He slowly bends and removes his boxers. As he stands straight up, I lean forward, place my hands on his hips and pull him towards me. I open my mouth and swallow his cock slowly until I feel it in my throat and my nose is pressed in his pubic hair. I linger a moment as I inhale taking in the musky aroma. I then withdraw his cock just as slow until only his head is at my lips. Then I gradually pick up speed devouring this stiff cock. I am pulling him by his hips manipulating him into fucking my mouth. He places his hands on my head as my face is now slamming into his pubic bone. "Oh yes! That's it" he moans. "Make me cum" I pull my mouth off his cock and as I look into his eyes I smile and say "No! I want you to fuck me!" He forcefully pulls my mouth onto his cock saying "Oh don't worry baby. I'm gonna fuck you good." Hearing he's gonna fuck me good sends a jolt through me into my pussy. I suck harder as I now can't wait to feel him shoot down my throat. Suddenly, that's exactly what happens. He literally explodes. I feel the first blast against the back of my throat. Before I can savor the feeling I feel another blast & then another. I can't swallow it all and some leaks out the corner of my mouth. As he finishes I use my finger to get all that leaked out. I look at him as I put my finger into my mouth, sucking it free of his cum. "Mmmm. That was good." I say to him. His is a mess so I begin to use my tongue, licking up & down his shaft, his balls, all over. "Oh yeah, your mouth feels so good on my cock." I moan my approval of his comment as his cock is stiffening again. As his hands are on my shoulders, he steps back so I can no longer use my tongue on him. I lean back into my chair. As I look up to him, my robe is now completely open and I begin to slide my finger in and out of my soaked pussy. He looks at me fingering myself for a few moments, then says, "Now I am going to fuck that pussy real good." He leans forward, picking up my legs in the crook of his elbows. He rubs his cock up and down my slit a few times. I lean my head back and moan "Oh God, shove it in my pussy." He grins as he places his cock head at my opening. "As you wish." He says and then PLUNGES deep into me in one swift, hard stroke. My eyes shoot wide open, my mouth opens wide as I feel the first wave of an orgasm overtake me. He stays this way until my orgasm subsides "Oh shit that was good." I say. He then forcefully begins to slam into me with slow deliberate strokes. I feel him against my cervix with each thrust, I am convulsing with one continuous orgasm. He finally shows mercy and stops for a moment until I catch my breath. "Told you I would fuck you good." I smile and chuckle. Before I can say anything he begins his assault again on my exposed, wanton pussy. He is slamming hard and fast. "Oh God yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meeeeeeee!" Again he slows for me to finish cumming. He then throws my legs over his shoulders, looks into my eyes and says "Now I pound the pussy for the slutty lady. Yes? You are slut?" "Oh God yes. I'm such a slut. Please fuck this slut." He thrusts into me furiously. The chair is slamming against the desk, close to shattering it, but all I care about is feeling him explode deep in my womb. I am looking down watching his black cock pound in & out of my pussy. "You like my black cock?" He grunts. "You like how it fills your cunt, slut?" "Oh yes. I love watching that black cock slam my white pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, cum in me, Cum in me please." I feel him begin to tense up as he's pounding me. "Oh here it comes you slut. I'm gonna fill your cunt." He yells as I feel him begin to cum. He thrust deep into me & I feel his cum splash the walls of my pussy, causing me to have my final orgasm. He slumps into me as he catches his breath. The chair slides a little, so he get up off me. Before I can move he gently grabs my head and guides his cock to my mouth. "You must now clean my cock you slut." I smile up at him, looking into his eyes, I say "I'd love too." I open my mouth willingly to enjoy the flavor of our juices. Soon I am done, he pulls away. We both get up. He begins to get dressed. I start to pull my robe closed. He reaches out to stop me. "No no." He pushes my robe off my shoulders and I allow it to fall to the floor. "You stay this way. I like you naked for me." As he finishes dressing he looks at the computer and says "I will need to get a ground clip for the wires. My partner is not here yet so I will be back. You shouldn't turn it on yet." "Oh ok. How long will you be?" "A few minutes, you should stay naked so I can look at you when I get back." as he walked out the door. I quickly call my husband. Before I can tell him what happened, he asked if the tech is still here. "No he said he had to go get a ground clip for the wires." "No such thing!" he replied. This sent a shiver through me, knowing he was coming back for more of me & not the computer. At the same time I looked outside to see a second Geek Squad coming at my house (I live at a T intersection. Any car coming down this road sees directly in my front door). I quickly hung up with my husband and awaited the tech to come back in. Unsure if I should be completely naked or not due to the second tech, I put my robe back on, but didn't close it. They knocked. I answered as I was. The second guy (black also) grinned broadly as John looked to him saying "See, an h zero t one!" "No shit" he replied as I pushed the door open for them. John walks immediately behind me and pulls my robe off my shoulders and exposes my entire body as he pulls it off and tosses it aside. "This is Joe." He says as he places his hands on my shoulders. "Show him how well you suck cock." as he gently pushes me to the floor. I am trembling due to the excitement of kneeling on my kitchen floor, naked in front of 2 guys with the front door wide open. Every car coming down the block can clearly see me kneeling in front of this black man, with another behind me watching on. I feel my pussy juices beginning to flow as I reach out to undo Joe's zipper. I fish out his cock that is semi hard. I quickly engulf it in my mouth. I so love to feel a soft cock grow hard in my mouth. I grab his hips as I did earlier to John as I begin to try my best in giving Joe the best blow job of his life. In a few minutes he begins to groan. John smacks my ass, startling me. "On no. You do not make him cum yet." He says as he pulls my mouth off Joe's cock. As he does so I can see a car at the stop sign with 2 guys gawking at the view before them. I feel fear and a total rush of excitement that they could come back anytime, knowing I live here and I'm servicing 2 black guys at my front door. John notices how red my face got and as they drive off, he turns me so my right side is now facing the door. He sits down and says, "You can now suck my cock again as Joe fucks you from behind." Within moments I have a cock at both ends. They both start pumping me in unison. John then says "Ah it looks like you are becoming popular." I continue sucking him as I look to my right out my front door. I see 2 vehicles from a local plumbing service. One is facing my house and the other is looking on from his driver's side. I don't know why, but seeing them watching me and knowing they KNOW me, I cum harder than I can ever remember. John then grabs me by my head & pulls me up to him and off of Joe's cock. He pulls me to him. I know what he wants as I straddle him and impale myself onto his cock. I begin to grind furiously, putting on a show for my voyeurs as I notice a third of their vehicles is now watching. Joe moves in behind me. He places his hands on my hips to stop my movements. He rubs his cock back and forth near my pussy, allowing my flowing juices to lubricate his cock. I know what's coming. I say very loudly for my spectators to hear "Oh God yes! Shove that big black cock up my ass." I feel his cock head at my asshole. I wiggle my ass as I say "Don't tease me. Shove it up my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard." He slammed it into me & oh God I knew I was beyond excitement because there was no pain at all. They both began to get a rhythm as I moved frantically between them screaming obscenities as I did. "Oh yeah! Give my ass that big black cock. Fuck my cunt." Joe pulls my hair hard & turns my face to look out the door. He says loudly for my audience to hear, "See your neighbors watching you?" I don't answer. He smacks my ass hard with his free hand and says more sternly. "Do you see your white neighbors watching your ass & cunt get fuck by 2 nigga's"? "Yes!" "Yes what?" "Yes I see my neighbors watching me get my ass & cunt get fuck by 2 nigga's" "Do you like them seeing what a slut you are?" "I love it.!!!" I scream. "I love getting fucked and having my neighbors watch. I love being a slut." I begin having orgasm after orgasm. I can't control it. I begin screaming uncontrollably. "Fuck me! Fuck me!!! Oh yeah fuck this white slutty cunt." They both grab my hips and forcefully grind themselves into me. "Oh yes slut. We are gonna cum for you." I pant "Oh yes, yes, please cum for me." I feel Joe explode in my ass. This causes an enormous orgasm as I am forced to stay still while he is erupting in my ass. When he is done I feel him pull out of my ass & wipe his cock with my hair. John pushes me to the floor and shoves his cock down my throat. A few strokes later he pulls out as he explodes in my face. I sit back on my haunches as I open my mouth. The first blast hits my cheek, some of the second gets in my mouth and on the bridge of my nose. He milks his cock and rubs the rest above my mouth. I turn to see about 5 men now at my driveway. One of the plumbers walks up to the door. He is one of the men who did some work for us awhile ago. He smiles and says "Thanks for the show Inez. Now that we know, we'll stop by when your home."

I consider myself a fortunate person. I love to dress as nasty as I can and show off, and I have a husband that enjoys seeing me that way. Oh, by the way, he also enjoys seeing me with other men too, and that is what this story is about. We have had many threesomes before both with men and woman, but when we have had a man join us, he always holds back and does not give his all. We think it’s because my husband is there so we came up with the idea that would fix this. I was going to dress as a woman on the make, we would go to a club at a hotel in town but go in separately. I would take a table, and my husband would be up at the bar. It did not take long for guys to start making a pass at me. One man that asked me to dance was a very good-looking man: long hair, tall, dressed very nice. So we started dancing a couple of fast songs, and I asked him if he wanted to join me. We made some small talk and then a slow song came on, and he wanted to dance. This is what I wanted, to get close and see if he would pick up on my signals. And did he, he started grinding his crotch into me and then started working my ass with his hands. When we got back to the table, I slid in nice and close and let my already short black skirt ride up, just enough to show my pink thong panties. While we were talking I put my hand on his leg and he did the same to me. I let my legs open just a little to show him I wanted him to touch me. He asked me what I was doing there alone, and I told him my husband was flying in the morning and I wanted to have some fun tonight. Then he asked the question I wanted him to. He wanted to know what kind of fun I wanted to have. I told him I wanted to have a threesome with two men; his hand moved a little higher, so I took that as a sign he liked my idea. Then he wanted to know who the second was. I told him there was a guy at the bar that looked nice. So I pointed out my husband and asked him if he would ask him to join us as I asked him this I gave his crouch squeeze. He asked me if I was sure I wanted this guy too, and I told him I would know better after I talked to him. So my soon to be lover got up and went up to the bar. He sat down next to my husband and ordered a drink and at that point, I thought he had second thoughts. Then he started talking to my husband and then the two of them got up and came back to the table. When they got there, they sat on both sides of me. My lover put his arm around me, and I slid over into him. Keeping one hand up on the table and the other on his crotch. We all made small talk and then I asked my new lover if he minded if I danced with our new friend (that is, my husband). He said no, go ahead and have fun and he would have another drink. So I gave him a kiss on the cheek and got up with my husband to dance. It was a slow dance, so I was able to talk to him and tell him what this guy was like. All the time my husband's hands were all over me. When the song was over we went back to the table, and I told them I was going to freshen up, and my new lover should tell him what we were up to. While I was in the bathroom, I removed my panties and put them into my purse then I opened two more buttons on my top. Just enough that you could see down it. When I got back to the table the guys were joking and laughing; my new lover got up to let me in, and I slid as close to my husband as I could, then my lover slid in next to me. I asked them what they had been talking about while I was gone. Then both of them said sex and me, I asked my lover if he had asked our new friend about tonight and he just nodded. So I dropped my hand down into my husband’s lap and asked him what he thought about my idea. My husband played the part well, he told me he had never done anything like that and wanted to know if anything would happen between the men. I told him no that I wanted all the attention on me. At that point, I felt my lover's hand on my leg so I opened up a little to make it easier for him and so my husband could see. Then I told my husband not feel left out, and rubbed my leg on him. He put his hand down on my leg and started working up. Then their two hands met. My new lover moved his hand out of the way and told my husband to go ahead. I was so wet from the two of them and the booze that I set up and lifted my skirt a little more. So we ordered some more drinks and started talking so more. Then my husband wanted to know when we were going to get a room. I told them I had a room already and that they could not spend the whole night there. They both wanted to know why, so I said to them that my husband was flying in the morning and that when one left the other would have to go too. That I wanted a threesome and that I would need some time to clean up for my husband in the morning. So three of us got up and headed for the elevator when I got up my skirt was just covering my ass and I had so much to drink I didn’t care. We got into the elevator, and just before the door closed, I saw the desk clerk checking us out. The room we had gotten was on the 12th floor. When the door closed my lover turned me to him, and he was kissing me and working my tits. Then I felt my husband lifting my skirt and playing with my ass and kissing my neck. All the sudden the elevator stopped and the door opened. This really great looking guy got in and just stared at us with his mouth open. I wish this had been in the nightclub, I would have all three of them going to the room. My husband was trying to pull my skirt down, and I just put my hand on his to stop him. It must have been the booze. The guy that got in must have thought I was a prostitute or something, but at that point, I did not care. Then our floor came up. As we got out, I blew a kiss to the guy that got in with us. His mouth all most hit the floor as the door closed. We got to the room, and I give the key to my husband to open the door. When we all got in the room, I told them that I was their little slut to play with and there’s to have. My lover just stood there, my husband opened his fly and pulled his dick out and told me to get on my knees. While I was down there, there was my new lover's dick too. So I would take turns sucking and using my hands on them. All the time they were stripping out of their clothes, then they both pulled me up and started taking my top off. I have large breasts, 36D's, so I shook them a little. Then they pulled their pants all the way off, so I turned around and bent over to pull my skirt off. Then they walked me over to the bed and laid me down on my back. Then they asked each other who wanted to eat me first. My husband told my lover to have me first, and he would get some head. My lover got me to climax fast, then I told my husband I wanted him between my legs. So they switched places, and I started going down on my lover while my husband was pumping as deep as he could in me. Just then I could feel my lover beginning to shake, so I pulled him out of my mouth and stuck out my tongue and got him off with my hand. He shot past my tongue and down my throat. Just then my husband started to cum. He must have been turned on cause he came so much that I could feel it running down my ass before he could pull out. I was feeling great but was not ready stop, so we all got up and had a drink and a smoke. I sat in a chair and was playing with myself letting the guys watch and recover. Then someone was knocking on the door, my husband was the one who answered it. It was the guy from the elevator, he asked if this was a private party? My husband just looked at me since he could tell in the elevator that I like this guy. I had been drinking so much that I did something that even surprised me. I heard myself say to this guy that if he could keep up, come on in. It had to be the booze, I do not say things like that. So he came in, and the guys told him to strip and get a drink. When he had his clothes off, I got up and took him by the hand and led him to the bed. I told him he had some making up to do, as I laded down he was coming down on top of me then I could feel him entering me. This was just what I needed, my husband and other lover were watching us like we were a porno movie or something. They were both stroking themselves and talking, but I could not hear or care. All the sudden the guy between my legs started to cum, but he did not stop. He just kept going, this took me by shock. I love it, but it does not happen that often. Then both the guys came up and wanted some head. They were both as hard as a rock, then the new guy came again. When he had pulled out the guy from the bar was turning me over and lifting me up on my knees, he was going to take me doggie style. I love this position and moved to let him have me. My husband jumped in front of me so I could go down on him again. Then the new guy moved under me and started licking my clit while I was still being fucked, this made me climax in seconds. One guy behind me, one in front of me, and one guy under me. Then my husband pulled away from my mouth, and the guy under me came out. My husband told the guy fucking me to give it to me hard and did he. I started coming again, then I felt him coming. When he was done, he pulled out and then my husband turned me over and filled me with his dick. It was like this for three more hours, when one would cum then he would pull out someone else was in me. I lost track of how many times I came that night. Then my lover from the bar asked what time my husband was getting in, it was 5 a.m. already. I told them I needed to get cleaned up, they all gave me a kiss and left. I got up and got dressed to meet my husband who was waiting for me downstairs. The phone rang, and he said the guy from the bar left the hotel and the guy that showed up at the room had gotten off the elevator two floors down. So I met him in the lobby, and we drove home. When we made it home, my husband told me that he wanted me again. We made love one more time then I just drifted off to sleep. When I opened my eyes again, it was 4:00 in the afternoon. My husband was already up, and there was a rose next to me. He came in with a cup of coffee and told me he loved me and that the night before was the wildest thing he has ever done with anyone. He then led me into the bathroom and made a bath for me to soak.

- Jan, my writing partner, my lover, my understanding wife of twenty-seven years, I offer you your Ricardo. - "Good morning sweety," Mike had been up drinking coffee and writing on the computer for his usual two or so hours already. As Jan groggily made her way to the motor home's small bathroom, Mike continued, “Are you ready for coffee?” "Yes, please," was all that Jan could manage. Mike was a morning person, and Jan tried to be. After so many years of marriage that was about all she could manage. Mike saved his work and fixed Jan her coffee. He knew exactly how she liked it. Heck, they both knew, pretty much, what each other liked in everything. They often kidded each other about being able to read the other's mind. They had met when Mike was in the service. Mike had been in an elite outfit and at 6'2' 200 pounds, thick blond hair with blue eyes, Jan had fallen in love at first sight. Jan was only nineteen then. She was 5'7', not more than 110 pounds, naturally curly auburn hair, and green eyes. She also had the most perfect pair of tits that Mike had ever seen. They had lusted after each other from the start, and now after all of these years..., still do. But why not? Mike, although a few pounds larger and hair, still thick, turning from blond to white, was still as virile and fun as when they dated. Jan was still the beautiful female that Mike loved, and her breasts..., well, they held up very well indeed for mid-forties. Mike had returned to the computer table, and as Jan came out of the bathroom, she wrapped her robe around herself and walked over to Mike. "Good morning to you," Jan put her arms around Mike's neck and hugged him as she spoke. Mike reached up, pulling her robe slightly apart, he kissed her large breasts softly. He then sucked her nipples into his mouth one at a time, taking care to show each equal attention. He then backed his head away from her chest. "Here's your coffee." Mike reached over to the counter and got Jan's full cup as he spoke, then handing it to her, "How'd you sleep?" "Really great." Jan smiled as she took her first sip. "I didn't think you were going to write this morning?" "Got to pay for the trip, besides, I couldn't sleep." Mike reached to the computer and started the ritual of saving, and turning it off. Mike and Jan are semi-retired and make most of their income writing realistic fiction books. Mike writes and Jan edits and advises. They had currently been working on a story of two Native American youngsters who got lost in hills of western Oklahoma and were trying to find their way home. And, being one of Mike and Jan's favorite spots in the world, the Wichita Mountains had been picked as the spot they would go to write, enjoy a nice vacation, and write it off as expenses. "What do you want to do today?" Jan looked into Mike's eyes as she spoke, "I hope you're not planning on writing all day, I'd really like to go do something." "I've only got a couple more chapters 'till I'm done," Mike hesitated as he saw Jan's disappointed look, "but it won't take too long, and this afternoon we'll do whatever you want." Jan was disappointed. She understood but was disappointed. Without saying a word, she stepped out into the screen-room and stood by the door looking out at the beauty of Medicine Park. Mike watched her leaving, viewing her wonderful ass and legs, then turned back to the computer and started the procedure of turning it back on. "Morning." Jan swung her head quickly to her right as she heard his voice only feet away. "Sorry, if I startled you," the man continued to talk while he was putting the awning of his small camping trailer up. "I just got here, hope I didn't pick a spot too close." He turned and motioned with his arm, "but these two sites are so perfect by the lake." "Yes, I know what you mean," Jan smiled broadly as she spoke, "that's exactly why we picked this site. I'm Jan..." “Oh, yeah, my name is Joseph,” he said, “glad to meet you Jan. It is ok that I camped so close isn't it?" Jan looked closer at Joseph. He was a little shorter than Mike, slender but in obviously good condition even for his age, about early to mid-thirties, shoulder length straight black hair, and penetrating dark brown eyes. His complexion was dark and flawless, and his facial features were strong. "Oh sure, it's quite alright. We're glad to have you as a neighbor." Jan noticed the questioning look on Joseph's face. "My husband, Mike, is inside at work, he's writing. He'll be out later, and I know he'll want to meet you as well..., I'd better let you get finished setting up..., do you need any help?" "No..., no, but thanks." Joseph returned to his task of setting up camp. Jan sipped her coffee and admired their new neighbor as he worked. "So your husband writes?" Joseph had finished his camp-site and had just come out of his camper and sat down in the chair under the awning. "Yes, mostly we work as a team, he's the creative one and does the writing, I occasionally offer story ideas but usually just edit Mike's work. What do you do?..., If I'm not too nosy." "No, not at all, I'm an archeologist,” he explained. “I'm working on my doctorate at Pepperdine doing research on Early American artifacts." "Really?" Jan stood and walked to the side of the screen-room closest to Joseph. "Sounds so interesting, we collect Native American art. Mike is part Choctaw, and I think I'm part Cherokee," Jan stopped rather abruptly, realizing how this could sound so patronizing. Her embarrassment was relieved when Joseph spoke. "I'm half Apache. My mother was Apache. She got pregnant, had me, then left with my father that I've never met, and I was raised by my Grandparents." Joseph grinned for the first time as he continued. “True story. But I need to add that my Grandfather is George Buffalo, so it's not really so sad a story..., and I believe that you and your husband are really part Native." "George Buffalo! Wow! We've got two of his painting in our living room. Neat!" "Which ones," Joseph sounded genuinely curious but could have been testing Jan's honesty. "Before The Horse, which is Mike's favorite, and White Mountain, which is mine," Jan said without hesitation. "Really. White Mountain has always been mine as well." Jan and Joseph both sat quietly for several minutes sipping their coffee and just looking unashamedly at each other. Jan noticed the lack of hair on Joseph. He was sitting with just a pair of cut-off jeans, and there was no hair on his legs, stomach, chest, or face. The glossy black hair of his head hung neatly down to just below his shoulders all the way around, and he didn't really even have sideburns. As he looked closer, Joseph noticed that Jan might be slightly older than himself. His attention had been centered on her friendly smile, and extra nice breasts that occasionally showed as she moved just right and her robe would open slightly at the top. But now her noticed a maturity in Jan as they contemplated each other. Still no wrinkles, or physical clues, just a nice maturity. He liked that. He liked very much what he saw! "So, what brings you here?" Jan broke their silence. "I'm tracing the expansion of the original Native Americans..., I started in Alaska, and am now heading east. Later I'll return to Arizona, my home, and go south. There is supposed to be a museum near here..., do you know where it is?" "Oh sure, it's..., well..., Mike could probably tell you how to get there..., all these roads turn so much. I could find it, but I don't know how to explain to you." "Well, perhaps when..., Mike, gets finished he could tell me." Jan's eyes suddenly lit up. "Or, while he's working, I could take you. It's not far, and we could go in our ATV. These narrow roads would be difficult for your truck anyway." "I would be grateful. But I will need to spend a lot of time there.” “Oh, that's quite alright. Mike never likes to stay in museums long enough for me anyway. I've been there before and would love the opportunity to linger, and maybe learn something from an expert. Give me about ten minutes to get dressed." Jan waved as she went back into the motorhome and closed the door. "Who were you talking to?" Mike turned from the computer and looked at Jan as he spoke. "Oh, a new guy just made camp beside us." "Too bad..., you'd said how wonderful it was to have this whole area for ourselves. I suppose we won't be late-night skinny dipping anymore." "Well, it's really not all that bad." Jan gave Mike her special ornery-and-up-to-something grin. "He's sort of cute!" “Oh, so privacy, unless they're cute, was the deal huh?" "Well, yeah, I guess. He's an archeologist and, if you don't mind, I'm going to take him to the museum. Why don't you come with us?" Jan added the last part as an obvious after-thought. "Naw, I want to finish this, and if he's cute, I might spoil your day anyway." Mike winked at Jan then continued. "Really, have fun, be gentle with the man, and I'll try to be finished by the time you get back.” Mike finished the last chapter..., and this particular book. He looked at the clock on the screen and was surprised that it was already 2:00. Mike had a way that he always rewarded himself for finishing any book. He fixed himself a strong Scotch and water, toasted to the air and the computer, then took a large swallow. "That hits the spot," Mike smiled at himself as he took another swallow. This was Mike's way of clearing the story idea from his mind. When involved in a story it always seemed that someone else was in his head constantly bugging him to finish 'their' story. "Done! And done with you!" Mike tapped himself on the forehead and finished his first drink. Jan and Joseph were chatting comfortably as they pulled up in the toad, which was the nickname of the tow vehicle. "Hi," Mike shouted as they got out. "Finished a couple of hours ago and have been lonely, anyone want to join me?" Mike was a little louder than usual but not slurring or anything. It was apparent to Jan and Joseph that he was in a good mood from his drink though. "No.., no thanks," Joseph said as he approached Mike and put his hand out to shake. "I don't drink, family problem, but it's nice to meet you, Mike. My name is Joseph." Mike took Joseph's hand and grasped it firmly. "I'm Mike, and it's nice to meet you too. Did you two have a nice time at the museum?" "Yes," Jan said as she came inside the screen-room behind Joseph. “I'll have a glass of wine..., Joseph, would you like a soft drink or something?” "Sure, anything you've got would be fine. Thanks." Jan went inside the motorhome to fix the drinks. "So, did my wife help or hinder your work?" Mike smiled as he spoke to Joseph. "Oh, she was really a great help..., and wonderful company." Joseph glanced toward the open window motioning to Jan as he spoke. "He's just being polite," Jan said through the window. “I was probably in his way the whole time." "No...," Joseph spoke to Mike, "she was really helpful..., but may I ask you something?" "Sure, whatever" Mike shrugged his shoulders as he spoke. "Who is..., Jan several times without knowing called me..., who is Ricardo?" "Oh damn!" The two men looked at the window hearing the glass fall into the sink and Jan's exclamation. After a short moment of silence, Mike began to laugh uncontrollably. "What's wrong?" Joseph looked really confused. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked." Mike continued laughing as Jan looked through the window giving Mike a scolding look. "Ricardo huh?" Mike roared still laughing. "MIKE!!" Jan yelled through the window. "Don't even think about it." Then looking to Joseph Jan continued in a quieter voice. "No it's ok, and I'm sorry I confused your name..., I didn't realize." Mike was still laughing but now a little more controlled. "Well, are you going to explain, or am I?" "I don't see why either of us has to say anything more," Jan let a small smile show as she spoke but tried to conceal it. "Hey, I'm sorry if I've touched on something personal." Joseph was noticeably uncomfortable, so Mike took the liberty to ease his discomfort. "Ricardo, Joseph, is a fictional character that we invented for a story." "Really? And I reminded Jan of him?" "Well, now that you mention it, and I really look at you..., you are him!" "I'd love to read this story." Jan suddenly looked panic-stricken and stopped the guy's conversation cold. "It's really a nice afternoon, don't you think?" They took the hint, and the conversation was changed for a while. They discussed Joseph's research, and Mike told Joseph what he knew of the Choctaw's journey east to Mississippi. Jan invited Joseph to eat with them and went inside to fix dinner. When Jan was busy and no longer in hearing range, Joseph looked at Mike seriously and asked. "Could I read the story of Ricardo? It really has me curious." "I wouldn't mind Joseph, but I'll need to talk to Jan alone about it. Do you have online capability here?" "Yes, I use it to e-mail my research to the University each night." Mike thought a second then continued. "We do too. Give me your address, and later, if Jan agrees, I'll send you the story." "Thanks, Mike, I'll look forward to it." After dinner, and after Joseph thanked Jan for a wonderful day and a great meal, he went into his camper. It took a while, but Mike persuaded Jan to let him send the story. Mike and Jan wrote erotic stories for fun and exercise between books and enjoyed sharing them anonymously on the web. 'Ricardo' was one such story. And 'Ricardo' was special to Jan because she had invented the character herself. "Ok, it is ready to send," Mike looked at Jan as he had everything done except hitting enter. "Why don't you do the honors?" Mike pushed back from the computer table and motioned for Jan to push the button. "I don't want you to say later that I did it without permission." Jan thought a moment about Joseph (Ricardo). She tried to remember every detail of her favorite story, wondering if Joseph would get angry or upset. She knew she should back out. She clicked the mouse! Her heart pounding, Jan took Mike by the hand and led him to the bed. Mike had only been wearing his blue jeans, and it didn't take Jan long to get them off. She still marveled at how sexy such simple dress attire could be. She sat him on the bed and even before his jeans had been pulled completely off of his feet she had his cock in her mouth. Mike knew his wife's needs, and why, so he went along with her every unspoken demand. They had sex like two teenagers in heat. Jan began to undress as she continued to work on Mike's cock. Mike, as Jan removed her shirt, began to manipulate her sensitive breasts. Jan stood to allow Mike to help her get her jeans off. Once off, Mike slid her wet panties down her legs, and Jan quickly climbed up on the bed and took Mike into her. Jan's climax came quickly and violently and caused Mike to explode inside her. They kissed and remained in the same position for several minutes coming down. "That was incredible!" Mike broke their silence. "Perhaps I should yell and thank Joseph." "Don't you dare!" Jan was quick to scold her lover, then she continued, "it had nothing to do with him..., it was seeing you in your jeans with no shirt. You know that always gets me.” "Well, thanks..., but we both know the real reason." Mike grinned from ear to ear, then allowed Jan to get off of him, and they both cleaned themselves up. "Hey," Mike now back at the computer yelled at Jan, still in the bathroom. "You've Got Mail!" he said, mimicking the computer voice, "it's from Joseph, want me to read it?" "Yes please, is it to us or me?" "It's to you, but he says we both can read it." "Well, go ahead." Jan listened intently as Mike read the e-mail. "I enjoyed the story so much and am quite flattered that I remind you of the character. It was really a hot story, and knowing you, spending the day with you, and Jan, knowing you are the other character, makes it even hotter. I am so hot, I think I'll go for a swim in the lake. Would you or both of you join me? Yours, Ricardo." "Damn!!" Mike added almost as if it were the last word of the story. "Jan, isn't that how the story starts? With Jan and Ricardo swimming?" "Well, sort of, don't you remember it? After all, you wrote it." "Well, yeah, but you've read it more than me..., so..., are you going to wear a suit?" "Of course! You coming?" "Not yet, but I'll bet I do before the night is over..., I need to recoup a bit." Jan poked Mike in the stomach and again asked if he was going swimming too. Mike declined, saying that this was her 'Ricardo' and he would just enjoy her enjoyment. Jan put on her suit and went out the door. Mike followed and took a seat in the screen room. Joseph, seeing them come out, came out his door and greeted Jan. Joseph was completely nude. Nothing was said by any of the three about Joseph being nude and/or Jan having a suit. Mike noticed that Joseph really had very little body hair. Only a small patch of pubic hair and of course the hair on his head. "The hair on his head! He had put it into a ponytail! Just like Ricardo in the story. How cool." Mike was really enjoying this opportunity for Jan and knew she would be ecstatic. Nothing was or needed to be spoken. Joseph smiled at Mike first, then took Jan's hand and the two walked the short distance to the small lake. The moon was out, but only a quarter, so Mike could see but not clearly. Even though Mike had just cum so thoroughly, he could feel his dick regaining life as he saw the two come together in the water and kiss. Jan felt Joseph's warm skin against her stomach. She ran her hands up his stomach, feeling the smoothness of skin without hair. As they kissed the first time, she felt the smoothness of Joseph's face. This skin, too smooth to be shaven, was such a wonderful contrast to Mike's skin. Jan turned at this thought to see Mike. Mike, noticing Jan looking, raised his hand in a warm salute. Jan returned her attention to 'Ricardo.' The two continued embracing, kissing, and then began exploring each other's bodies more thoroughly. Mike watched as Jan's bathing suit top was removed and tossed on the shore. Jan trembled as she felt Ricardo's soft lips caress her exposed breasts. Ricardo had to hold Jan to keep her from falling in the water as he took her hardened nipple in his mouth and sucked. Jan, regaining her legs, if not her composure, slowly let her tongue run down Ricardo's neck, chest, then belly. They were standing in water up to their thighs, and Jan knelt down and took Ricardo's now very hard cock into her mouth. It had only been such a short time since she had tasted Mike's cock. For a moment she felt so slutty. She again looked toward the motorhome noticing that Mike was not there. The momentary feeling of being lewd was won over by her feeling of lust. She still couldn't help making a comparison though, deciding different but both enjoyable. Ricardo, wanting to return the oral treatment led Jan back to the shore where they lay together in mutual oral gratification. Jan climaxed with little warning and wanted more. She tried to remember how the story went. She suddenly wondered what her response to Mike was. She didn't want to go beyond the limits... but she desperately wanted Ricardo to take her. She wanted to feel him deep inside of her. As Ricardo started kissing his way back up to her breasts, she was forced to let his cock leave her mouth. She noticed movement near them and saw her husband standing beside them with his robe on. She looked up into his eyes for a sign..., and saw him smile warmly. Joseph, suddenly also aware of Mike's presence, stopped momentarily and also looked at Mike. Mike smiled at Joseph then spoke in a low, warm voice. "Thank you Ricardo, just, thank you." With this Mike handed something to Jan, then turned and went back into the motorhome. "What did he hand you?" Ricardo asked in a heated whisper. "Nothing, never mind, just kiss me," Jan answered as she felt the three packages of condoms in her hand.