She wears a one-piece bathing suit in public. I’ve tried to get her to dress and act sexy in public, but she won’t. I’ve even tried getting her drunk and having my way with her on a secluded beach without any luck. However, when I get her in the mood at home she’ll do anything to climax. She’ll get this look in her eye that says “please take what you want… just let me cum.” I love to hold off bringing her to a climax just to tease her. She’ll start moaning and promising her body to me anyway I want it, just let her cum. She loves my fantasy stories about her and other men. These stories always get her excited and she can always climax during them.

About 3 months ago I planned a bachelor party for my best friend, Michael. Wendy was to order the food and hire a “nice-family-type” stripper. The day of the party, Wendy picked up the food and cleaned the house. The guys started arriving around 7pm and the things began to get loud and rowdy. Wendy was upstairs getting ready for a night with the girls when the phone rang. She came down stairs and called me over.

It seems the stripper had the flu and wouldn’t be coming. They tried to find a replacement; however, all the other girls were either booked for another party, or not available. Being a typical guy, I figured we had just lost the only real entertainment, and the party was going to die. So I began to panic. I told her she was going to have to help me think of something and quick. She grabbed the phone and I grabbed my cell, and we both frantically started calling other agencies.

After about 10 minutes we realized we were out of luck. I told her she was going to be our entertainment tonight and get dressed to strip. She just stared at me and said “no way” was she going to strip for my friends. I reminded her of her promise to arrange for a stripper, and that I had 15 semi-drunk friends downstairs waiting to see a naked female, and be downstairs in 10 minutes or I was coming up there to get her. She quietly said, “No.”

I held her close and began to lightly kiss her and pull her into me, grinding into her pussy. I reminded her of the many fantasies she’d climaxed to by just thinking about other men seeing her naked and forcing her to perform sexual acts in front of me. I could see in her eyes a small spark had been ignited, and I knew there was a good chance she would do it. As I placed my hands on her shapely butt and pulled her into me she said ok, but on her terms.

I reminded her she had 10 minutes, and went downstairs. There I was greeted with cheers and shouts for “Pussy.” I just smiled and said she’s on her way.

After about 15 minutes I began to wonder if she was coming down at all. As I started to go upstairs the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see this masked and capped female. I quietly said “Wendy?” and she just walked past me into the living room. She handed me a cassette tape and pointed to the player. As the music started I grabbed my video camera and sat down for the show. The stripper began to move to the music, clumsily at first, then with more confidence as the guys began to cheer and encourage her to “Strip.”

As I kept the camera rolling, this apparent stranger was removing her cape, exposing blond hair. She was wearing black. All black! Tight black jeans and a black tube top. It wasn’t long before She was pulling the tube top up. She walked to Michael and took his hands and placed them at the base of the tube top, and smiled. Michael began to raise the top up only to find a black bra.

Disappointed, he started to pull the tube top over her head. As he did I thought I saw a bit of red hair when the wig moved. However, the stripper’s fear was almost realized when he caught the top on the mask she was wearing. Quickly she grabbed the mask, straightened it and started dancing between Michael’s legs.

As the music continued, she walked a few feet out from Michael and with her legs straight, bent over and touched the floor, arching her back (I loved fucking her in this position. Her pussy almost grabs you and pulls you in). The black jeans she wore strained at the seams. As she straightened out she continued to the center of the room. There she reached behind her and unzipped her jeans.

Turning and facing Michael’ she began to slowly lower her jeans. As she lowered them there was no sign of panties. Lower until she exposed the top of her black thong panties. Turning her back on Michael, she lowered the panties to her knees and stepped out of them. I recognized her now. It WAS definitely Wendy, and she was magnificent. I’d never seen her move like that.

Wearing black bra and thong panties, Wendy got on all fours in front of Michael and arched her back. She began to simulate being fucked doggy style. AT this point Michael got down behind her and grabbed her hips. He then pulled her into his hard cock. Confused and scared, Wendy continued to thrust back into him (I just kept the camera rolling, hard as a rock).

Michael reached up and unsnapped her bra and it fell to the ground. All the guys were whooping and hollering by now. Wendy just kept thrusting back into his cock. It was then that all hell broke lose. Michael ripped off her panties and began to lick Wendy’s wet cunt.

Wendy didn’t move… it was as if she was in a trance. One of the guys unzipped his pants and knelt in front of her. He raised her head and moved the tip of his cock to those beautiful “blow-job” lips. She kept her mouth closed at first, just letting him touch her lips as she kept her mouth closed.

As Michael continued to eat her red-haired pussy, I heard that moan that told me she would do anything anyone wanted as long as she could cum too. She opened her mouth and let the cock slide past her lips. The other guys were screaming and laughing… just waiting for their turn. Wendy just moaned, sucked and moved her legged farther apart so Michael could lick her clit. She was surprised when she felt Michael’s hard 10-inch cock enter her pussy. She was almost shocked back to reality when Michael gave her a hard thrust… the full length of his cock in one hard thrust.

I heard another familiar moan and groan as he forced himself in as far as he could. As I watched my beautiful modest, innocent wife sucking another man, and fucking my best friend, I kept the camera rolling… hard dick and all. It was then that the guy getting the blowjob began to tremble and shake. He began to thrust farther into Wendy’s mouth as his sperm began to shoot down her throat. He kept thrusting until his entire 8-inch cock was down her throat. Forcing her head into his crotch, he used his hand to drain his cock of all fluid.

As he pulled out he grabbed his semi-hard cock and slapped her four or five time in the face with it. As he did, the remaining cum was forced out on her lips and chin. He stood up and said “best blowjob ever. You gotta have this bitch suck you off.” Another cheer went up as Michael began to cum in Wendy’s pussy. Everyone started chanting, “Fuck the whore! Fuck the whore!”

Next in line behind Michael was Barry… ex-jock, black as night, 6′5 and 300 lbs. When he pulled out his cock there was a gasp. It had to be 12 inches long, and as thick as my arm. All he said was “open up bitch I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” Wendy just stayed there on all fours… head on her arms, eyes closed, moaning quietly. As Barry placed his monster cock at the lips of Wendy’s pussy and began to slowly push, her eyes opened… she stared at me in panic.

Being the loving husband I am… I smiled and kept the camera rolling. Holding Wendy’s hips, Barry began to force his monster past her outer pussy lips and into the sweet passageway. Wendy was no longer moaning, she was almost yelling in pleasure. I had filled her pussy with dildos before, but she had never had an object so large inside her. Barry just kept pulling her farther in, until he could tell… that was it… he’d reached the end. He still had 2 or so inches before he was all the way in.

As the guys whooped and yelled for him to “fuck her till it comes out her mouth,” Barry was moving in and out trying to make Wendy relax. Then in one swift movement, Barry thrust all the way to his crotch. Wendy screamed a moaning scream, and started crying… she was cumming. She always cried when she came. Barry continued thrusting into her and she stayed there, butt in the air… pussy full of hard black cock.

Barry began to cum in my beautiful fertile wife’s pussy. He had no mercy on her… he just pushed her out than pulled her back into himself, controlling the speed and depth of each thrust. Wendy was screaming … to make matters worse, another guy pushed his hard cock into her mouth. Wendy began gagging and screaming… almost in panic.

She could tell she had absolutely no control in this situation and she couldn’t even see me because the cock in her mouth did not allow her to look to the side. With one final deep thrust Barry lifted Wendy into the air. The blowjob stopped and there was only moaning, mixed with crying, shouts from the guys, and me… keeping the camera rolling.

At this point Barry let her drop to the ground, and emptied what was left of his cum on her back. He then took his fat finger and pushed it into her sloppy pussy, then pushed it into her butt in one movement saying “come on guys. Someone fuck her in the ass.” By this time Wendy was finishing the interrupted blowjob. I could tell she had cum again, probably several more times.

She would never let me fuck her in the ass. In fact, that area was off limits completely. Barry looked at me, pointed and smiled. I handed the camera to the guy sitting next to me and undid my zipper. Barry took some more cum out of her stretched pussy and pushed it into her ass. Kneeling behind this beautiful woman was her loving husband, getting to fuck her in a very unloving way.

Taking the suggestion from Barry, I placed my penis at the puckered hole and lightly touched it. I felt Wendy move forward, and I instinctively grabbed her hips and buried my 8-inch cock all the way into her. She began to scream and curse trying to move away from me. But the guys held her still so I could fuck her as hard and as deep as I wanted. She was so tight, and I had watched so many guys ravage her body, I couldn’t last long at all. After about 5 minutes I came deep in her ass, and such a beautiful ass.

Afterwards I returned to my camera and let it roll. Each guy fucked her. Some in the cunt, some in the ass. Some were happy with a just a blowjob. Soon the phone began to rings. Worried wives and lovers wondering why their partner was out so late. One by one they began to leave.

Soon it was just black Barry and me. Wendy was still on the living room rug… she had cum over and over. She told me later she had lost count.

Then Barry said, “Wendy get up off the ground. NOW BITCH!” Wendy stood and removed her wig and mask, cum rolling down her right leg. Confused I asked him how he knew. “Only natural redhead I know is your wife. I’ve wanted to fuck her since the first time I saw her. Wendy, everyone knew it was you. We just wanted to see how far you’d go. I must say, you surprised us all.”

Then Barry said, “I’m not done with you yet cunt. I wanna see if this dick will fit in that tight ass of yours.” As panic crossed her eyes, she got down on all fours for one last fuck. “just kidding Wendy. Maybe next time.”

Barry then left and Wendy and I climbed into our backyard hot tub. She just stared at me. I thought maybe she was going to start yelling. But she didn’t. She just asked me if I would mind her taking on a night job. Private party stripping. “Sure” I said, “only if I can fuck that ass of yours once in a while.”

Smiling she melted into my arms. I knew our lives would never be the same.

My wife would hear nothing said against them and readily accepted their invite to visit them as their home was only a couple of miles from our holiday hotel. We enjoyed a few days alone at the hotel and then it was time for the proposed visit. The couple phoned us at the hotel and said that they where sorry that they had got their dates mixed up and where going to a party, so wouldn’t be at home but we where quite welcome to go with them to the party and they knew that their friends would love to meet us. My wife was as pleased as punch, to be going to a party and to meet new people.

We met up with the couple and they drove us to the lovely big house of their friends. We were made very welcome and introduced to lots of people. It did seem a bit odd that most of the guests were male. I mentioned this and was told that it was because they were mostly business associates.

We got separated and after a while I went in search of my wife. I went from room to room, I eventually found her in the kitchen. I stood at the kitchen door and saw her surrounded by six guys who were all trying to get a feel of her lovely body. She was a bit drunk and either didn’t realise or didn’t care what was happening to her. She had hands all over her as the men all tried to get a grope of my lovely young bride.

One guy started kissing her hard on the mouth and as he did 2 guys who were standing either side of my wife, gently eased her top down to reveal her bare breasts. The guy kissing her stood back so that everyone could see her naked loveliness. What surprised me was that she opened her eyes, looked down and saw her tits were on show and instead of trying to cover up, she closed her eyes again, put her head back and sighed deeply.

The guys took this as a ‘come on’ and 2 guys started to suck on her nipples. Someone said “Get her on the table.” She was lifted up and lain on the table, her dress was removed and I got another shock, she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Wow!!” “Cor look at that!” Were some of the comments that came from the crowd of guys as they beheld my lovely young wife. Suspenders, stockings and high heeled shoes and a shaved pussy. She stretched her arms above her head and spread her legs. The guys needed no further encouragement, one guy got between her legs and eased his big dick into her lovely cunt. Another guy pulled her head to the side and placed his cock at her lips which she immediately opened to let him slide his cock down her throat. I had always thought of her as a shy little thing but here she was being as brazen as any ‘fuck slut’.

The guys started fucking her in earnest now, not caring about her, not being gentle, just shagging a slut. She was loving every minute of it, her moans of delight and screams of orgasm could be heard all over the house. This attracted other men at the party to come to the kitchen where they all took a turn at fucking the obliging little whore who was my precious little wife.

20 men had fucked her, at least once each, some had 2 and 3 goes at her. When she was at last left alone, I stood there, looking down at my beautiful little darling, turned slut, she never looked so lovely as she did then. Laying across a kitchen table with sponk in her hair, on her face, dribbling from the corners of her mouth and best of all, seeping from her lovely cunt. She opened her eyes, looked up at me and smiling, said “More” How could I resist, I knelt down and buried my face into her sweet young cunt.

I slurped and sucked for all I was worth on her swollen, hairless cunt lips. She climaxed twice more, then I got between her legs and took my turn at fucking her. I looked up and saw our ‘friends’ (who had brought us to this party) watching us. “I knew she had the makings of a 1st class slut. Why don’t you have a turn at fucking her?” said the wife. “I couldn’t manage it again, I’ve fucked her twice already.” replied the husband.

That was the start of our new slutty way of life, now my sweet little angel can’t get enough cock. I often come home to find her fucking the milkman or paperboy. Sometimes in groups. We now advertise for invites to parties, she prefers to be seduced and ‘fucked rotten’ by strangers. We also go to saunas and sex cinema’s where she can find more men, more cocks to use her, to fuck her, to shag her. She loves it all and I love watching my very own, lovely little slut enjoy herself.

“We’re off…finally. I thought we’d never make it the way things have been these last couple of weeks,” I said to my wife.

“I’m glad for you, honey,” Nikki replied. “You really need to get away. You’ve been working far too hard. Besides it’ll be nice to get off by ourselves for a while too.”

It’s hard to take vacations when you’re starting a small business. Two years ago, after selling and installing computer systems for someone else for five years, I took the big step and started my own computer repair business. I had been doing this sort of work on the side for two of my employer’s large corporate accounts to earn some extra cash and because my employer’s own service department couldn’t handle the complex systems these accounts were using.

The repair work load finally expanded to a point where I was having a hard time handling it by myself and our basement was full of machines being repaired, machines I’d scrounged for parts and equipment to do the repairs. I was faced with a big decision when a friend who controlled another large account called to say he was very displeased with the service he’d been getting from his current repair service. He would give me the account if I’d hire an additional repairman to back me up.

Nikki and I talked it over and, with butterflies in my stomach, I quit my job, rented some cheap space and put an ad in the paper for an experienced computer repair technician. With Nikki’s income as a programming consultant we felt that we could get by for the first few months as I absorbed the initial start-up costs.

Everything went according to plan except I had a terrible time finding the right person to hire. Most of the younger techs that I talked to had a real attitude problem. The older ones were very opinionated at to which platforms and which operating systems were great and which were “junk” or “crap” or some other four letter expletive. Our customers used a variety of systems and I knew they wouldn’t take kindly to being told their systems “weren’t worth shit” as one guy said about a major computer brand.

One day after two very unsatisfying interviews, I got a call from Nikki.

“Sweetheart, I just had an interesting call from my mother. I don’t really know how you might feel about this, but she told me that my brother Bob wants to quit his job so he can continue his education and he’s looking for work. He wants something that has flexible hours so he can work it around his class schedule, but there don’t seem to be many jobs like that around that pay more than minimum wage. He can’t afford tuition and living expenses on that.”

Bob had been working for a large computer repair outfit and seemed to be pretty good at it. He and I talked a lot about various technical matters, and I’d even called him a time or two when I’d been stumped by a problem. He was just the type of person I was looking for.

“Hmmm. That’s very interesting,” I said pondering the news. “Do you think he’d want to come help me?”

“That’s the impression I got from Mom. She said he didn’t want to ask, but he’s getting sort of desperate because classes start in two weeks so he has to make a move now or wait for the next term.”

I really needed to get someone on board soon, so I called Bob right away and we struck a deal. Since I was concerned about cash flow and Bob needed a place to stay when he came here for college, my deal included converting my old basement electronics workshop into living quarters. He told me to leave some of the workbenches in so he could even work there at night if he needed to. We agreed on a reasonable salary, but probably much less than I’d have to pay anyone else with similar credentials. It was a good deal for both of us.

The only draw back was that Nikki and I no longer had our home to ourselves. Our getting away on vacation was all the more a thrill for us because we missed our privacy. Nikki had to stop running around the house in the nude, and I hadn’t had sex with my wife on the kitchen table for a long time. We used to do crazy things like that before Bob was around.

Our vacation wasn’t going to be anything very exotic. We really couldn’t afford that. We talked about going to New York City or Chicago or or some of the other large midwestern cities, but we abandoned those ideas when we found out the cost of nice places to stay and eat. Yes, there were less expensive places that we could have settled for, but we chose to wait until we had the money to do those destinations right. Instead we decided to take a leisurely drive around some of the small towns of eastern Iowa and western Illinois and seeing some historic sights that we read about in our guide books. Since we were both from small farm communities, we thought we’d find this itinerary relaxing.

Our first day out was typical of what we had in mind for our week away. We drove through a few small towns. In one we stopped and took a walk in a pretty little park along a river that ran through town. In the next we walked around the courthouse square and browsed in the shops. We were amused to find no computer hardware or software anywhere in sight. One sales clerk told us that the Wal-Mart on the edge of town did have that sort of thing, but we’d resolved not to have anything to do with computers during our vacation.

We ate lunch at a small cafe on the square where it appeared many of the locals ate as well. The people were very friendly, and since I guess everybody in town knows everybody else, the first thing they asked was where we were from. I noticed a few of the men in the place eyeing Nikki, but I’m used to that. My wife is a very pretty blonde with a robust figure. She was wearing short cut-off jeans with a short-sleeved red bandana shirt that she had tied above her waist. She had been sunbathing a lot this summer so she had a nice tan and, although I doubt that anybody could really tell, my wife had decided to be naughty for this trip and she wasn’t wearing a bra. In fact she hadn’t n’t nbrought one along. “It’s not a vacation for you if you have to wear a necktie,” she reasoned, ” and it’s not a vacation for me if I have to wear a bra.”

Since I was not about to wear a necktie, I accepted her logic.

By late afternoon we had made our way into another small town. We found the best looking of the two motels and took a room. Although the furniture was pretty dated, the place was clean and for $18 per night, we thought it was a real find. After we’d gotten checked in and freshened up a bit, we went out to look around for a place to have a beer and something to eat. On the way into town we’d passed a large rambling place called “Harry’s Bar” that appeared to be well patronized. The parking lot was full of cars anyhow, so we headed back there thinking it was the place in town to go.

As we opened the front door of the place, , ,before the odor of stale cigarette smoke and spilled beer overwhelmed our senses, we heard a booming voice say “Let’s have a nice hand for Nancy.” Then we heard applause and a few cat calls. Nikki gave me a puzzled look as we walked out of the small vestibule and into the main bar area. At the same time we both realized that we’d just entered the local strip joint. One completely nude gal was gathering her clothes from guys around the runway while the other was getting her paraphernalia set up.

My quick look at both of the women on stage told me they were very pretty gals, but I was instantly very concerned thinking Nikki would be very uncomfortable here. “I’m sorry,” I said to her. “Let’s go find someplace else. OK?”

“I didn’t see anyplace else,” she replied. “Look, it’s alright. Let’s have a beer anyhow. Then we can go find someplace to eat.”

“You sure?” I asked doubtfully. “I don’t want you to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable.”

“No, I’ll be fine. I would never come in a place like this alone, obviously, but I’m sort of curious. I’ve never been in a strip joint before. I’d sorta like to see how they do it.”

As Nikki and I made our way to an empty table along the side of the room, I noticed that every man in the place was looking at Nikki. The dancer who was about to start her routine had suddenly, but temporarily, lost her audience. At this point of the evening Nikki was the only woman in the audience. When I pointed out to Nikki that she had everyone’s attention, she giggled and said “that’s nice.”

A waitress soon arrived at our table, but before she asked for our drink order she asked Nikki “are you here for the contest?” Nikki gave her a funny look.

“What contest?” she asked.

“Oh, every Wednesday night we have an amateur contest,” the waitress replied. “There’s a $100 prize for first place and it starts at 9:00″ she went on.

“No, we’re just here for a drink actually,” I answered for Nikki. “Could you bring us each an Old Style?”

“Oh, sure,” the waitress responded. “Coming right up.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” I said to Nikki as the waitress left. “I hope you’re not embarrassed. I had no idea what sort of place this is.”

“I know that,” Nikki replied. “It’s sort of strange because every place like this I’ve seen has something like ‘Girls, Girls, Girls” or ‘Nude dancers’ on a big neon sign out front. This place seems to keep what goes on inside almost a secret.”

The waitress quickly returned with our beers and collected $3.00 which I thought was extremely cheap for a place like this. Before she left, Nikki said “what do the contestants have to do in your contest?” I was very surprised by my wife’s interest in the subject.

“Well, darlin’, they just take off their clothes, just like that dancer that’s up there right now. Then when everybody’s through, the audience votes for a winner. She gets the $100. Actually it’s pretty good pay for a few minutes work if you win, but you couldn’t get me up there for any amount of money. No sir.”

“Planning to enter?” I said jokingly to my wife when the waitress was gone.

“Well, a hundred dollars is a hundred dollars. Like she just said, that’s pretty good pay for a few minutes work.” Nikki wasn’t laughing or smiling as she made that remark and I wondered if she might be serious about it.

“Would you be upset if I did something like that?” she asked.

I figured that my wife was kidding and maybe needling me a little for having brought her to a place like this so I gave her a flip response. “Nah, if you want to get up and take your clothes off in front of this room full of men, go right ahead. I do know one thing,” I said seriously, “if you did it, you’d win. No doubt about that.”

Nikki didn’t say anything more for a bit, but she drank her beer and watched intently as two dancers went through their routines. Since she was watching, I figured I could watch too, and by the time the second dancer was done parading up and down the runway with nothing on, I felt my cock getting pretty hard. The next dancer was preparing to start, and I was already imagining what she’d look like naked, when Nikki regained my attention.

“Hell, I can do a better job than that,” she said quietly but very firmly. “If the amateurs aren’t any better than these pros I’ve got the hundred in the bank.”

My wife’s remark startled me. “Does that mean you’re going to enter?” I asked.

“I’m thinking about it. Didn’t she say the contest started at 9:00?”

“As I recall, yes,” I replied.

“Let’s go get something to eat and some fresh air and then come back here later. OK?”

We found a place in town to eat and as we were having our hamburgers, I asked Nikki if she was really serious about entering the contest.

“I’m not sure,” she replied. “Were you serious when you said you didn’t mind?”

“Ya, I guess so, although I really didn’t take it as a serious question. Is it the hundred dollars? Is that it?”

“No, not really, although that would be nice to have for our vacation. You see, Al, I guess I’ve never mentioned this before, but I’ve always had this fantasy about stripping in front of a room full of men. Weird, huh? I almost did it once in college on a dare, but my boyfriend got upset and wouldn’t let me. This seems like the perfect place to do it. No one around knows us, so there won’t be any repercussions…and who knows, I might just win the money.”

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. Here was my wife that I thought I knew pretty well, telling me something wilder than I’d even imagined. I didn’t know what else to say.

“Does that offend you? If so I’m sorry,” Nikki said as she put her hand on my arm. “Let’s forget all about it and head back to the motel.”

“No, sweetheart, I can’t say it upsets me. It sure does surprise me though. It also excites me, I guess. Anyhow, I’ve just gotten very hard just listening to you talk about it. Let’s go back to Harry’s and see how you feel when we get there.”

As we walked back into Harry’ Bar, the waitress saw us and came directly over. “So are you entering the contest?” she asked.

I was about to say we were thinking about it when Nikki said “yes. How many other contestants are there?”

“Four so far counting you, hon’” she replied. “And just between you and me” she whispered, “you’re a cinch if you’re any good at all at dancin’. I’ve seen the others before and they’re no great shakes. Hell, if I got up there I could probably beat them.”

It was hard to find an empty table because the place was filling up fast. When we did sit down, Nikki noticed the look of surprise that I still had on my face. “You’re not changing your mind on me now, are you?” she asked.

“No. Not at all. I’m just surprised that you’re really going through with it.”

The contest started pretty much on time and Nikki watched carefully to see what her competition did on stage. I watched intently too, but I was watching just because I like to see women take their clothes off. The first contestant went through the motions but lacked any enthusiasm. She looked like she had done this many times before and was just anxious to get done with it.

“Not a very good act,” I said when the first one finished.

“Why do you say that?” Nikki asked. “She is pretty and she moved real nice.”

“There’s only one thing I can tell you about what men like at a show like this,” I confessed. “We want the women to look like they’re enjoying taking their clothes off for us. We each want to think she’s interested in us personally. She looked very mechanical and disinterested.”

“That’s interesting,” Nikki said as the second contestant took the stage. This one was much more animated than the first. She was a little pudgy, but she seemed to enjoy teasing the guys and the guys responded accordingly. I suspected that she was a local gal that did this often and really got off on it.

“Much better,” I said when she was finished. “Not great but a lot more personality.”

Dancer number three clutched and left stage without removing her panties. The crowd began chanting “skin to win”. The chant turned to boos and hisses when she grabbed her clothes and ran from the stage.

“Our next contestant is Rhonda,” the MC announced. This was the name that Nikki chose to use just to be sure she wasn’t recognized by someone who’d wandered this far from home. “Let’s give Rhonda a nice warm welcome. This is her first time here at Harry’s.”

I gave Nikki a kiss and a pat on the ass as she sashayed up to the stage. The crowd was very enthusiastic in their reception. She was the only contestant who they hadn’t seen before, except for the one who got cold feet.

I felt my heart in my throat as my wife loosened the knot on her shirt and began to unbutton it. I knew that her bare breasts would soon be on display, but the crowd went wild when they realized Nikki wasn’t wearing a bra. Nikki’s lack of tan lines was immediately apparent. She sunbathed topless in our enclosed patio so her breasts were a warm tan tipped with dark pink nipples. Her nipples stood out proudly telling the audience that Nikki was getting excited.

Nikki opted not to throw her shirt out into the audience as the first dancer had done. She told me later that she was afraid she might not get it back and would have to leave the place topless. I thought that would have only added to the excitement, but I guess it was the prudent thing to do.

In a minute or two Nikki began to tug at the zipper on her cut- offs. After she’d teased us for a bit, she turned her back to us and stuck out her ass as she slowly worked her shorts down over her buns. The entire crowd including me roared in excitement when we realized that a bra wasn’t the only thing that my wife hadn’t worn today. She wasn’t wearing any panties either. When she’d slid the cut-offs down to her thighs she let them fall to the floor and stood in place slowly rocking her weight from one foot to the other. Her perfectly shaped cheeks rolled from side to side as the audience cheered. Then she took a step back toward us, slid her feet far apart and bent as far over as she could to pick up her cut-offs. Everyone in view got a fantastic open view of my wife’s wet pink slit framed in brown fur. Again the crowd erupted. Nikki was a big hit.

Nikki completed her show by striking various poses that made it possible for every man in the room to get a good view of her delicious pussy. As her finale she bent over again facing the back of the stage and repeated her previous pose bending over. She ran her finger tips up the insides of her thighs and finished by rubbing her fingers through her dripping slit. Finally she turned around to face the audience as she licked off her fingers and blew us a kiss. No one needed a vote to know she’d just picked up the hundred bucks.

The MC called for the vote even before Nikki had a chance to put any of her clothes back on so she was still nude when the MC held his hand over her head and asked for applause. My otherwise reserved wife rubbed her left breast with her right hand while she reached down and stuck the fingers of her left hand into her cunt. I suspect that what she did was illegal but no one there was about to object and she was declared the winner. Nikki grabbed her clothes and ran back stage.

In a couple of minutes I saw her trying to make her way back to our table. She was having a hard time getting through the crowd and as I watched I realized why. The men were all grabbing feels of her along the way. Some grabbed her breasts, , ,reaching under her shirt. Others were trying to get their fingers inside her cut-offs. One of them succeeded and I saw a look of pleasure on my wife’s face as he either rubbed her clit or got his fingers into her opening. She paused for a moment to savor his touch.

“That was some show,” I said as Nikki struggled the last few feet to where I was standing.

“Thanks. I can’t believe I actually went through with it. Was I really trashy?” she asked. “I tried to be.”

“You were,” I confirmed.”The crowd and I loved every minute of it. Did you get the money?”

“Not yet. I have to go back to the office. The boss keeps it in there, I guess. I’ll be right back…that is if the crowd will let me.”

I laughed as I watched my sexy prize-winning wife head off for the office. I kept my eyes on her until I saw her go in and close the door. Then I foolishly heaved a sigh of relief thinking that her ordeal was over. When she hadn’t come back out in ten minutes I began to get concerned, but the crowd had quieted back down and the regular strippers were about to come back on stage, so I ordered another beer and turned my attention back to the show.

Dawn, the first dancer was a very pretty gal who really had a clever act and looked like she was enjoying herself. I was so captivated by her that I momentarily forgot my concern for Nikki. During Dawn’s act she tossed her g-string my way, so I waited excitedly for her to come to retrieve it. As I waited I noticed that the other men who’d caught parts of her costume were getting a feel of her bare breasts and a passionate kiss when they returned their booty. I waited impatiently for her to make her way back to me and followed the lead of the others by caressing her breasts for a few seconds before she gave me my kiss.

“Hey, mister, just what do you think you’re doing?” a voice called from behind me. I turned to see my wife watching as I handed back Dawn’s g-string.

“Darn, you caught me,” I laughed as a sense of relief passed over me. “Where have you been for so long? I was getting very worried about you?”

“Yeah, I saw how worried you were,” Nikki said in mock disgust. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll tell you about it in the car.”

“So what happened?” I asked as we drove away from Harry’s.

“Well, first Harry offered me a contract. He really wanted me to stay and dance professionaly here. When I told him we were just passing through and I couldn’t do that, he made me another offer and I hope you’re not upset by it.”

“What was that?” I said as I felt a lump in my stomach.

“He offered to triple my winnings if I’d have sex with him.”

“Oh my gawd! And you did it, didn’t you?” I said in astonishment.

“Yes, I did. I hope you’re not angry. Now that I’ve had some time to think about it, I know I shouldn’t have done it. I mean that’s no way for a married woman to act, and that’s no way for him to operate. But when he first made his offer I was really turned on. That dance got me hornier than I remember being in a long, long time. You saw me let those men grope me. I can’t imagine myself letting that happen. Then when I got in the office and he made his offer…and pulled a big hard dick out of his pants…I went nuts. I’m sorry, sweetheart…very sorry.”

I didn’t acknowledge Nikki’s apology. I was too busy trying to absorb the significance of what had just happened. This morning we left for a nice quiet vacation. Tonight I’m heading back to our motel with a wife who’s just stripped naked and done very explicitly erotic things in front of dozens of strangers before going into another strangers office and fucking him.

“This has the makings of a very interesting vacation,” I said as I leaned over and kissed my wife. “I wonder what other unexpected incidents lie ahead.”

For the next few days Nikki and I did the more normal things vacationers do. We drove from town to town seeing the sights, eating, sleeping and generally relaxing. Our wild night at Harry’s Bar was never far from our minds, however. As I drove, visions of Nikki flashing her cunt to her captivated audience or getting her cunt filled with Harry’s “magnificent cock” kept popping into my head. No matter what we did during the day, in the evening, we always ended up talking about it. We ended each day with a passionate and satisfying fuck.

On our last night out, we ended up in a motel room on the first floor. The room had a large window which looked out over a courtyard and the swimming pool. As Nikki undressed for bed, I noticed that the drapes were not closed tightly. That gave me an idea.

“Do you still like the idea of undressing in front of strange men?” I asked.

“Yes, I sure do. Why?” my wife asked.

“Well, I don’t think you’ve noticed but the drapes aren’t closed completely. You may have already been seen by people passing by, but I was thinking of going into the motel bar and telling the men there that there is a very sexy woman walking around her room nude and with her drapes partly open.

“Al, sweetheart, I was the one who left the drapes open, but if you want to get an audience for me, I’d love it. Maybe I could get dressed again and do a strip-tease for them.”

“That sounds terrific. You’d better get ready, because I’m on my way. I’ll cough loudly when we’re outside. That’s you cue to start the show.”

I went to the motel bar and found nearly a dozen men there.

“Hey guys,” I yelled excitedly as I burst through the door. “There is some real sexy babe undressing in one of the rooms, and her drapes aren’t completely closed.” I got their attention real fast.

“Where? I gotta see this!” the first retorted.

“Yeah, take us to her,” called another.

“Ah, I’ll bet she’s gone by now,” whined a third.

“Well, anyone who wants to see the show, follow me,” I called as I walked out the door.

As the group gathered outside our room, I counted eleven men including the bartender who’d left his post to see my wife undress. The first of them peeked in the window as I coughed loudly.

“Hey, bud, be quiet,” one of them said. “You’ll spoil the show.”

I knew my wife wasn’t about to close the drapes. In fact while I was gone, she’d opened them even further. There was now an opening of nearly two feet. Nikki stood right in front of the window and began to undress. She’d put on a red plaid blouse and a blue full skirt. It was another of my favorite outfits. At first she played with the buttons on her blouse before unbuttoning it completely. She left in on, however, as she started to tease us by lifting her skirt until it almost showed something. Then she dropped it again.

As she continued her tease, the men realized that Nikki knew we were there. Since only a few of us could see in the room at any one time, one of the bolder or drunker guys tapped on the window.

“Hey, babe. Open the drape some more,” he shouted. Several of the others thought the show would end immediately. I wasn’t sure how my wife would react, but we were all delighted when she found the draw cord and pulled the drapes completely open. The light from the room now made our faces visible to her so she walked from one end of the window to the other, blowing kisses to each of us.

“Wow, who is this babe?” the bartender asked.

“Yeah, man. She is hot,” another agreed.

“Man, I’d give anything for some of that,” muttered someone else. Nikki, my sexy wife, was a big hit again, and she hadn’t n’t ntaken anything off yet.

Finally, Nikki pulled her blouse open far enough for us to see her tits. The men cheered their approval. I was a little concerned about the noise thinking someone might call security. I caught Nikki’s attention and gave her a signal to hurry things up. She threw the blouse across the room and began playing with her skirt again. This time she lifted it high enough to show that she wasn’t wearing any panties for this show either. Again a roar of approval from her audience. I was starting to get real nervous.

Nikki must have sensed the urgency of the situation because she quickly discarded her skirt and pranced around the room completely nude. The men insisted in expressing their delight in spite of my admonitions to keep the noise down.

Nikki’s finale left every cock out there as hard as a rock. She climbed onto the bed and rolled around a bit before laying down with her feet toward us. As she slowly spread her feet, she began to lift them in the air. As she did so, her pussy became more and more visible. When her legs formed a “V”, she paused and then ran her fingers down her thighs until she reached her wide open cunt. She played with herself for a few seconds before licking her fingers.

I heard voices approaching just as Nikki was blowing us a final kiss. I signalled her to close the drapes. She did just as a security guard and the manager walked up. Our group disbursed without incident. Even the bartender was able to get back to his post without being seen. The only remaining evidence of my wife’s blazen display were eleven hard cocks.

Before I went back to our room, I stopped back at the bar. I wasn’t going to let this erotic experience end so quickly. I thought the bartender looked like the type Nikki would enjoy.

“How’d you like the show?” I asked as I took a seat at the bar.

“Jeez, man, that was terrific. Do you know that woman?” he asked sounding rather envious.

“Sure do. She’s my wife.” I answered proudly.

“You’re kidding!”

“Nope. That’s the missus. Every inch of her, in fact.”

“You’re one lucky guy,” he went on. “I’d sure love to have something like that waiting in bed for me.”

“Would you like to see her closer up, and maybe get a sample of just how sexy she is in person?” I asked.

“Hell, who wouldn’t?” he answered.

“How soon do you close?” I asked.

“I can close whenever I want. The other guys in here are mostly my buddies anyhow. Why?”

“Why don’t you and a couple of your buddies come by our room in half an hour or so. Bring along some beer and maybe a bottle of champagne. Maybe we can persuade my wife to do another show for you…something a little more personal even.”

“You serious man?” he asked doubtfully.

“Sure am,” I answered. “We’ll see you in room 111 in half an hour.”

I practically ran back to our room.

“Where have you been?” Nikki asked. “I was afraid you guys got in trouble. Is everything all right?”

“Sweetheart, it’s more than all right. It’s fantastic. Your show was a big, big hit.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” my wife replied. “Did the other guys like it too?”

“They liked it so much some of them are coming by in a few minutes for a closer look,” I said. I hoped that Nikki would be excited by the idea, but I wasn’t at all sure. This part was something we hadn’t talked about. I just figured that since she’d let Harry get in her pants, she was open to the idea with these other guys. I knew the very thought of her doing it with them had already made me very hard.

“What do you mean by a closer look,’” Nikki asked.

“Well, the light wasn’t very good from out there and the glass was sort of in the way, so they hoped they could see better if they were in here. We wouldn’t have to worry about security either. Is that OK?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “It sounds sort of fishy to me. I’ll see.”

I was a little worried that Nikki didn’t like the idea. I did notice, however, that she didn’t bother to put on any clothes even though she knew we were about to have guests.

The bartender and his two friends arrived five minutes early. When we heard the knock at the door I thought Nikki might take that as her cue to put on a robe or go into the bathroom, but she didn’t.

When Nikki showed no signs of covering herself for our guests, I asked if she wanted to open the door. She didn’t bother to answer, but walked over and threw the door open. “Hi fellas. Come on in,” she welcomed them.

I watched as three jaws dropped open. I guess none of them were used to being greeted at the door by a beautiful naked woman.

“You guys have sort of met my wife, Nikki,” I said in greeting.

“Hi Nikki. I’m Todd,” said the bartender.

“I’m Jim,” said one friend.

“And I’m Ben,” said the other.

“Well, I’m naked and I’m horny,” my wife said. “Todd, would you mind pouring me a glass of that champagne.”

It was my jaw’s turn to drop as I listened to my wife’s bold acceptance of what she must have realized I wanted to happen.

Todd uncorked the bottle and handed Nikki a glass of champagne. She took it and laid back on the bed in a very seductive pose. Her legs were pointed toward the three men with her thighs parted just enough to give a partial view of her pussy. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a small sip. Then she spread her thighs further so that the entire length of her slit was visible. She held the glass over her pussy and poured a small stream down onto her cunt.

“Would any of you men like a taste?” she asked.

The three men stepped forward at once but Jim was the quickest and I watched as his tongue dipped into my wife’s champagne flavored slit. I nearly came from the sensation.

Todd didn’t want to be left out so he stripped and climbed onto the bed. His cock was sticking straight out and looked to be about seven inches long. He took Nikki’s champagne glass and poured a bit of its contents onto his pole.

“Would you like a taste of mine?” he asked. Nikki quickly began licking the head of Todd’s tool. I watched closely as she circled it with her tongue. The sight of my wife getting and giving head was an erotic experience unlike any other I’ve known. Nikki sucked Todd’s cock into her mouth as Jim increased the intensity of his licking her pussy.

“Come on Ben,” I said. “Let’s not be left out.” I poured some champagne on each of Nikki’s breasts and pointed at one as an invitation to Ben. He had already undressed anticipating being part of the action so he climbed onto the bed and began to run his tongue in a circle around Nikki’s left nipple while I did the same to her right. I could hear Nikki beginning to moan softly.

I think Nikki was too engrossed in sucking Todd’s cock and enjoying the sensations caused by so many tongues on her body to notice when Jim stopped eating her and moved up over her nude body. I saw him and watched carefully as he placed his cock at the entrance of her vagina. He lunged forward and my wife was instantly impaled on his erect dick. Nikki and I gasped simultaneously at the sensation of his penetration.

I was so excited by the sight of another man fucking Nikki that I couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. I sat back and stared at the juncture of Jim’s cock and my wife’s wet cunt. Slowly Jim began moving. As he increased the tempo Nikki let Todd’s cock fall from her mouth while she concentrated on the pleasure of her loins. Her soft moans increased in intensity and volume as Jim’s cock pistoned faster and faster into her.

Suddenly Nikki threw her head back. “Aaaghhhh,” she shrieked.

Jim didn’t break stride as he worked toward his own orgasm. Just as Nikki began to respond again to his thrusts, he came. I had just seem my wife take a load of another man’s cum. The two of them laid motionless for a few seconds before Nikki returned her attention to Todd’s still raging tool. She sucked him vigorously until Jim had moved out of position.

I looked at Nikki’s pussy when Jim withdrew and saw a stream of his cum running out of her. It was incredible. That’s the only the word I know that comes close to describing it. I continued to stare at my wife’s recently fucked cunt until my view was blocked by Todd as he moved into position to take his turn. While I watched Nikki was penetrated by another cock. Ben moved up by Nikki’s head and placed his hard prick in her mouth. She immediately began to suck on it while Todd started ramming into her. Todd didn’t begin slowly like Jim had done…perhaps because Nikki was full of cum and very slippery. Instead he put the pedal to the metal and gave my wife every ounce of his energy like he was running a hundred yard dash.

Nikki backed away from Ben’s cock. “Just a minute,” she said to Todd. Then she pulled away from him and let his cock fall out of her. I watched as a glob of Jim’s cum came out with it. Nikki turned over onto her hands and knees and said “now fuck me, Todd. Fuck me hard.” As soon as Todd reentered her, Nikki reached back and began to rub her clit. In her new position and with her own assistance Nikki came quickly and Todd came seconds later. Then she fell forward onto the bed with Todd on top of her.

Nikki recovered quickly and Todd crawled away and sat down on the floor as he continued to recover. “Ben, baby, it’s your turn. Let’s see what you’ve got,” she said. “Lie down here and let me get on top this time.”

In one motion, Ben was prone on the bed with his pole waving in the air. My wife climbed up over him and looked back at me as she positioned herself over him. Slowly she settled down onto Ben’s cock. As she did, she blew me a kiss and whispered “I love you.” Of all the positions she’d been in this one was the best for me. I had a perfect view of Ben’s cock as it moved in and out of my wife’s cunt. She bounced up and down slowly at first. I saw Ben reach up and begin to knead Nikki’s breasts with his hands. She increased the tempo of her movement before settling down onto Ben’s tool and rocking her pelvis back and forth. Ben began rotating his hips to match Nikki’s movements.

Both of them began making moaning sounds indicating that success was close at hand. The intensity of their noises grew steadily until I heard a duet of passion when they both went over the top. Both of their bodies were rigid for a few seconds. Then Nikki collapsed on Ben’s chest. They stayed that was for several minutes. I was too mesmerized by the sight of Ben’s cock still implanted in my wife’s cunt to do or say anything. As I watched his cock slowly shrank and finally the tip of it appeared followed by a flood of cum. It was no wonder why so much white fluid escaped Nikki’s opening. She had three loads in there…three big loads based on how they felt when they blasted into her, so she told me later.

When Nikki recovered enough to move, her three lovers gathered up their scattered apparel from around the room and began to get dressed. Nikki sat up on the bed looking like a tired but satisfied woman. When they headed toward the door, Nikki held out her arms to them. They each got a passionate “thank you” kiss. She stroked each of their cocks through their pants and said “thanks for sharing these with me. You are all wonderful lovers. I had a marvelous time.”

When our guests had left Nikki suddenly seemed very pensive. “Are you upset with me for acting that way?” finally asked.

“Sweetheart, how could I be upset when I set it all up. My only complaint is that I haven’t had my turn yet.”

“Well, that’s easy to fix,” she said as the laid back down and held her arms outstretched inviting me to take her.

“I have to have some champagne first,” I said as I picked up the bottle. I poured champagne on Nikki’s cum filled cunt as she watched in dismay.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to have my taste now,” I replied.

“You can’t do that,” she answered. “That’s a mess. At least it sure feels like a mess.”

“Well, it looks like a mess too,” I assured her with a laugh. “Here, would you like to see it?” I continued as I reached for her mirror lying on the dresser. I held in for her so she could see her cum matted and cum filled pussy.

“It looks like my wife has been busy, doesn’t it?”

“That looks pretty slutty, if you ask me,” she replied as she pushed the mirror aside.

“Yes, that’s a good word for it,” I agreed. “How does it feel to have three loads of cum in you? It sure was fun to watch them being put there.”

“Did you really enjoy that?” Nikki asked. “It was a lot of fun for me. I’ve never come so many times or had so much attention, but I don’t see what was in it for you.”

“I loved it!” I said emphatically. “I can’t explain why though…but enough said. I think it’s a husband’s solemn duty to clean up his wife after she’s been a slut.” I dove between Nikki’s thighs and began eating her. I didn’t know what to expect with the combination of the champagne, cum from three different men and Nikki’s own juices, but I found the taste and sensation indescribably terrific. Nikki protested and tried to move away, but when I wouldn’t stop she soon acquiesced and let herself enjoy my efforts. “You know, sweetheart, I love having my pussy eaten, and you do it so well. You’re much better at it than Jim.”

After I got as much of the cum out of her as I could, I finally took my turn fucking my wife. We fell asleep as soon as we both came. I was still lying on top of her, I think.

The next morning we had to get packed and on the road early because we still had a good day’s drive ahead. Nikki seemed somewhat distant while we packed and had breakfast although she did assure me that she felt fine. We exchanged a kiss and “I love you”s, but I knew my wife’s mind was elsewhere.

When we got on the road I decided that it would be best to clear the air, if there was a problem about last night. I didn’t want us to return from vacation with any bad feelings.

“So how do you feel about last night?” I asked figuring I might as well be direct about it.

“I don’t really know,” Nikki replied. “How do you feel?”

“To be honest, I loved it,” I said, “but it’s more important how you feel?”

“Why’s that?” she asked. “You were the one whose wife cheated on you…and for the second time on this trip.”

“Is that how you’d describe it?” I asked.

“It’s not a matter of how I’d describe it,” she replied. “That’s just what it was. I had sex with four other men. That’s cheating.”

“Did you enjoy the sex?” I asked as I tried to change our approach to the issue.

“Oh, yes. I enjoyed it a lot. I’m sure that was pretty obvious, at least last night when you saw me doing it. You see, I guess that’s what’s really got me confused,” Nikki confessed.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I feel guilty about what I did, but I enjoyed doing it so much…and have this strange desire to do it again sometime.”

“If what you did is OK with me, what have you got to feel guilty about?” I asked. “You know, I really enjoyed it too. I enjoyed last night especially when I got to see those three guys doing it with you. The feeling I got when I saw each of their cocks enter you was unbelievable…and unexplainable, I guess.”

“That sounds really strange to me, I must admit, but if you say you really liked it, I’ll take your word for it. I guess it doesn’t really matter much now anyhow. Tomorrow it’s back to the world of computers and other mundane things. We’ll l lhave to start being careful about having sex again because of Bob,” Nikki lamented.

“True,” I replied, “but there’s always our next vacation. With your three hundred dollar prize money, maybe next year we can go to St. Louis.”

“Hmmm, that sounds like fun. I wonder if they have any amateur contests there.”

“I sure hope so,” I replied. My cock started getting hard at the thought.

I guess I’d begun to badger her about fucking other men. When we fucked I kept telling her how much I wanted to suck another guys come out of her. Just saying it could often push me over the edge. Still, you can imagine my amazement when I came home one day and she told me in vivid about having it off with the neighbors!

She had locked herself out of the apartment when she stepped out to get the mail. At the time, all she had on was her panties and a beach wrap. Darren, the guy next door seized the opportunity and invited her to wait in his apartment for the super to open the our door. One thing led to another, and suddenly he was pounding his eight-inch monster inside her.

Now, my wife had a hard time cooling down once she gets going. Darren was wrung out, but she was begging for more, so he invited four of his friends over. She said that she had never felt so wicked in all her life. It was the first time she had done more than one man at a time, but to hear her talk, it would not be the last.

She took them on one by one until an hour before I came home. Then she did all five at once. The biggest, fattest cock lodged in her cunt, the second biggest in her ass, one in each hand and the smallest in her mouth. She said it only lasted about fifteen minutes but felt like hours.

While telling me all this, Joy stared sheepishly at my shoes. When she finished she looked up and saw the bulge in my pants. Smiling wickedly, she immediately assumed a dominant role. She told me that I would be her slave for that evening. She laid out the special outfit that I had gotten her and made me bath her, shave her pussy and apply generous amounts of moisturizer to her perfectly shaped body. I did not know what she had in mid, but I knew that someone was in for a treat.

She disappeared from our apartment clad only in a sheer robe, and a moment later I heard Darren’s door shut. Surely this wasn’t what it was all about. Half and hour later she burst through the front door and found me kneeling by the side of the bed where she had instructed me to stay. “Party time,” Joy said. “Naughty Darren couldn’t wait. He left a present for you.”

Joy reclined on the bed, unfolding her recently fucked slit. I knew right away what she wanted me to do. The sight of our neighbor’s come oozing out of my wife’s fiery hole did me in. I sucked so hard I almost turned my wife inside-out. “Calm down, boy. There’s plenty more where that come from,” she said, obviously enjoying herself. I was all the more anxious to see what the night would bring.

She dressed in a black lace bra, a pair of “come and get me” stockings, a garter belt and crotchless panties that excited me to no end. She placed my finger in her slit. “Do you approve?” she asked, placing my finger in my mouth. She brought herself off on my fingers. “Just a little preview of things to come,” she joked.

By eight o’clock, she had me bound with a blindfold on. Occasionally she would let me know that she intended to keep my tongue very busy that night. When the doorbell rang I nearly fainted with anticipation; what could she have in store? It sounded like the whole neighborhood was in our living room! The sound of clinking glasses and sexual moans filled the air.

After a while Joy returned to the bedroom and kissed me. I was more than a little shocked when she passed me a mouthful of come. “See what our guests have brought you? I told you there was more.” She grabbed my erection. “You see, darling, Darren arranged an Abstinence Party. Each of our guests had abstained for over a month.” She left the room again, this time returning with a group of men. She walked over and removed my blindfold. “I’d like you to meet your host,” she said. “My husband, Tim.” The men smiled.

“And now, boys, it’s show time,” she said as she let her robe fall to the ground. The men carried her over to within inches of me and positioned her on her back with her ass pointing straight up in the air, “I planned the party, Tim, so you’d get a good show,” my wife said.

I could not believe how terribly aroused I got watching as one by one the half-dozen or so men paraded by, pausing just long enough to stick their dicks inside my wife and shoot a load of semen into her. Joy instructed one of them to untie me.

Now the men were all over her. She had a man on each of her voluptuous breasts and another man straddling her face. She moved him aside long enough to give me directions. “Tim, I want you to guide the tour through the attraction to make sure they don’t stay in one place too long.” Instinctively, I knew what she wanted me to do. One by one I grabbed their steely cocks and let them have her cunt just long enough to leave their juice and move on.

This went on for about an hour and a half. My poor prick was so hard it hurt.

“Not Yet,” Joy barked as she caught me touching myself. “You have to earn that,” she called out. She ushered all but the three men out of the apartment. “Lie faceup on the bed,” she ordered. I did as directed. She had the men pick her up and center her on my chest. “Where are your manners?” She shot at me. “you know you’ve got to put your lips to the cup.”

Soon I was gulping down semen. “I think he approves,” she said to her helpers. With that, they tilted her right over my mouth. As the last of the party’s offerings was sucked from her pussy, I found her love button and she went off like a skyrocket, adding her own come to my already special drink.

Joy climbed off my face and knelt over my cock. “Now for the act that should bring the house down,” she said. The three men moved into position as if they were extras in a play. One of them worked his cock into her upturned bottom. She “hand pumped” the other two vigorously. “This is how it’s got to be from now on, Tim,” she said between strokes. “I love you more than I ever have, but I gotta have cock.”

A few weeks ago, my husband, Mark, and I decided to go out for the evening. Feeling adventuresome, I put on a long white dress that was slit up one side to within inches of my hip. The dress covered very little of my pert breasts. To drive my husband crazy with lust, I wore no stockings or panties. I was bare except for the dress.

When I showed Mark what I had done, he got an immediate hard-on. He had actually leaned me over the desk and thrown up the back of my dress and started nuzzling his stiff dick into my pussy from behind. I pushed him away gently, and told him to save it. I wanted my pussy’s first load of sperm that night to come from a stranger.

We arrived at one of the better places in town. Mark had to make a telephone call, so I went with the waiter to be seated. At the next table were four fliers from the U.S.S. Enterprise, and their eyes popped out of their heads. They asked me to join them even after they found out I was with my husband. When Mark returned we joined them at the Kobe Beef Grill and chatted and sipped wine.

I am one of those women who gets very horny when I drink wine. As the evening progressed, my husband started running his hands over my ass, which made me all the hotter. After dinner, I excused myself to use the ladies’ room. As I walked away, I could feel five sets of eyes undressing me. Later I found out that one of the guys asked what I had on under my dress and Mark told them not a damned thing. We were on!

After I returned, we drank some more wine and talked of many things. After a while, one of the pilots asked Mark if we wanted to go back to his place for more wine and talk. I saw a gleam in his eyes that said talk was the last thing on his mind. As Mark agreed, I feld a sudden tingly feeling rush through my pussy, and I thought about the prospect of having a whole bunch of nice, hard dicks in it, one after another.

During the drive to Dan’s apartment, my husband told me what a sexy body I had. I then told him I believed what these sailors really wanted was for all of us to have sex. He said he got the same feeling and asked me if I wanted to forget about going to Dan’s place. I told him I was horny and game if he was.

He agreed, grinning, and I rubbed his crotch the rest of the trip. Without him saying so, I also knew that though he’d really get off watching me do it with other men, what he REALLY couldn’t wait for was to stick his own dick into me after several strangers had emptied their balls into my little pussy.

When we arrived at Dan’s apartment, we were shown into a beautiful living area and served more wine. I sat on the couch, with one of the sailors on each side of me. The men at my sides, Carl and Chuck, began to touch me and move closer. I started to get really turned on when Chuck kissed me. I returned the kiss and at the same time looked at Mark to see how he was taking it. Mark nodded his head, indicating that it was okay for me to continue. Suddenly I felt the top of my dress being removed and then a hand massaging my drooling pussy.

Then I heard Mark say, “Gentlemen, let’s strip her so we can get a better look at that body of hers.” It turned me on so much knowing that Mark wanted to share my body with these men, I got so horny I nearly came as they slowly removed my dress.

When I was naked, they took me to the bedroom and laid me on a waterbed. I felt strange lips on mine, someone sucking on each of my tits and a tongue working miracles on my clit. After I had come twice, the guys put me in my favorite position: on my hands and knees, for some good old- fashioned fucking.

Suddenly I felt a large cock push into my pussy. As I opened my mouth to gasp, it was filled by another fat, stiff cock. The one in my pussy stroked in and out a half dozen times and then sprayed my innards with a large volume of semen. The one in my mouth then replaced the spent dick in my cunt, and a new dick slipped over my tongue.

Before the night was over, each of the fliers had come in my tight cunt at least three times and two of them got to come in my ass while the other two pumped their sperm into my mouth. My pussy and asshole were overflowing with all the semen my lovers had pumped into my body. My husband went to the car and came back with a pair of panties so I wouldn’t ruin my dress.

All the way home, I felt the sailors’ come oozing from my steaming little pussy and my asshole into my panties, and this made me feel really naughty. I asked him if he wanted to do this again sometime and he said, “You looked beautiful while you were fucking all those guys.”

When we arrived at home, he couldn’t even wait until we got upstairs to the bedroom. He practically threw me down on the living room floor, and began stripping his clothes off. His dick was enormous, and had a stream of clear sap dribbling out the swollen head. To save the carpet, I made him at least put his shirt under my ass.

Laying on my back, I knew what he wanted. I pulled my knees up to my chest, spreading my sopping pussy wide open. The lips were swollen, distended and bright red from all the stiff dick they’d been eating. Looking at it, Mark said “Jeez,” and I knew he was talking about the big globs of steaming hot semen that I felt running out of my pussy and asshole. There was so much of the thick stuff, I hoped it didn’t go through his shirt and stain the carpet.

Moving forward on his knees and holding his enormously swollen penis, he nuzzled the big mushroom head around in all the sperm filling up my pussy opening. “God, honey, it’s still warm!” he remarked, sucking in his breath. Then he scooted forward and eased his entire length deep into my pussy. My husband’s stiff penis displaced much of the sperm the fliers had shot into me, and it squirted out noisily around his dick and onto my ass and thighs.

With his dick buried to the root in me, I felt the throbs pass through it as he groaned and started squirting massive jets of his own sperm deep into my womb. As I felt my own husband spewing his love into my loving cup, I had my final orgasms of the night, and passed out. I remembered nothing until the next day…

The officer seemed to be satisfied with her explanation. He pointed to the white line on the edge of the shoulder. He told Lisa to walk the line with her hands out. She gave him a pleading look. He gestured toward the line. Reluctantly, Lisa began to walk the line. Her nervousness and her new high heals caused her to falter. As Lisa fell, the officer grabbed her to break her fall. He managed to get a hand full of Lisa’s tit as he helped her up. Once again, Lisa’s skirt slid up her legs exposing her pussy. The officer told Lisa that he would have to take her to the station, charged with ‘DWI’. I got out of the car and asked the officer if that was necessary. I tried to explain that Lisa was not drunk. I told him about her new outfit and how she was just getting used to it. The officer seemed to ignore my words. Lisa pleaded with the officer. She explained how she couldn’t afford bail and didn’t want to spend the night in jail. The officer told us to get in the car. He went back to the squad car and called in the case. We sat in car totally depressed. I told Lisa I was sorry for getting her into this. She was near tears. She told me that she would die if she had to spend the night in jail. I told her we would get the money to bail her out. The officer got out of the squad car and walked to Lisa’s window. He told Lisa that she would be charged with ‘DWI’ and for attempting to bribe a police officer with sex. Both of us were astonished at the last charge. It was completely out of character for my sweet wife to offer herself for sex with another man, especially a police officer on duty. We both politely told the officer that he was wrong about the bribery charge. He ignored our pleading, suggesting that saying more would only make it worse. The officer proceeded to tell Lisa the penalties for bribery. Lisa was in tears. When the officer was finished with the litany, he offered Lisa an alternative. I could not believe what he said. The officer said that he would forget all the charges if Lisa would have sex with him. I couldn’t believe it. How could he ask her to do something like that? I was surprised he would suggest such a thing with me there. I let the officer have it. I threatened to go to the police, bring a law suit and go to the press if he continued this blackmail. The officer looked at me calmly as I had my tirade. When I finished, he pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket. The bag appeared to have a white powdery substance in it. The officer explained that if we did not cooperate, he would add narcotic’s possession with the intent to distribute to the charges. He made it clear that we would both be charged. I dropped my head in frustration. What a nightmare this evening had become. I looked at the officer and asked, “Why are you doing this to us?” He replied evenly, “I like your wife. Its been a while since I’ve had a woman. Your wife is about the best looking piece of ass I’ve seen in a long time. Hell, look at her.” We both looked at Lisa. She looked down ashamed as he continued, “Her tits beg to be released from that skimpy dress. She can’t bend over or get out of a car without flashing her cunt. And her shoes, only a whore wears heels that high…” I interrupted, “I told you we are celebrating her losing a lot of weight. The outfit was my idea. If she wanted to get anyone excited it was me, not you.”

The officer countered, “I’m sorry my friend. Your wife has gotten my attention whether you like it or not and I plan to put her hot sexy body to good use.” He paused, then added, “You know, I think she’s warming up to the idea.” I look at him with surprise and asked, “What do you mean by that?” He gestured toward my wife’s legs. I looked down and noticed a stream of moisture glistening on Lisa’s thigh. The moisture was undoubtedly leaking from her pussy. I looked back up Lisa’s body and noticed two large protrusions caused by her rock hard nipples. I looked at Lisa’s flushed face with a questioning look. Her expression answered for her. Lisa turned away, blushing. I asked, “You want him to have sex with you?” Lisa didn’t answer. I couldn’t believe it. No answer was as good as a ‘YES.’ Lisa kept her eyes from both of us. The officer said, “Isn’t it true, baby? You’re itching to feel my big hard cock buried in your cunt.” I saw my wife tremble with the officer’s words. Lisa’s breathing was heavier now. The officer continued, “Tell me, baby. You want to fuck Officer Bob’s big black cock?” Lisa’s head nodded almost imperceptibly. The officer looked at me and shrugged, “There you have it. The lady wants me to fuck her.” He turned back to Lisa and said, “Go get in the squad car, baby.” She immediately left us and walked to the squad car, her butt wiggling sexily. She never even glanced in my direction. She opened the door and got in the front seat. I watched in awe as my once devoted wife made her choice. She had accepted the officer’s ultimatum. I wondered if the blackmail was really necessary. She was obviously in a state of arousal. Officer Bob watched my wife with appreciation as she made the trip to the squad car. He said, “Is that a ‘Fuck Bunny’ or what? I’m gonna have one fine time with that body.” He turned to me and said, “If you like, you can follow me and watch your wife get nasty or you can go on home. I’ll see to it that she gets home safe.” I asked, “What makes you think she’ll get nasty?” Officer Bob smiled and said, “I know her type. Once she gets going, she’ll do anything. The quiet shy types are usually that way. You must not be giving it to her, enough. She wouldn’t have gotten in the squad car unless she was looking for some satisfaction.” I told Officer Bob that I would follow him. I watched as the officer walked back to the squad car. I got in and started up the car. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw the officer talking to my wife. Suddenly, Lisa moved toward the officer and then disappeared below the dashboard. A chill ran down my spine as I realized that my wife was giving the man head. My sweet wife was sucking on the officer’s black cock. I was surprised to find that disgust was not what I was feeling. I was aching to see her take his cock to the root. I was painfully aware that Lisa was doing for this stranger what she had always refused to do for me. After a minute or so the squad car pulled onto the road and I followed.

We hadn’t gone far when the squad car pulled into the parking lot of a warehouse. I followed the squad car around back, out of site of the road. The officer stopped the car next to the warehouse and shut it off. Only then did Lisa’s head appear above the seat. I was thankful for the flood light that illuminated the parking lot enough to see a fair amount of detail. Officer Bob fumbled with something then got out of the squad car. He walked up a short flight of stairs to a door that he was able to open. He motioned for Lisa to join him. Lisa opened the door of the squad car and got out. I was only somewhat surprised to see her dress gathered at her waist exposing her tits and pussy. She walked slowly with a sexy swagger that suggested that her nudity did not bother her and that she was better at walking in high heels than I had thought. My wife glided up the stairs and entered the building followed by Officer Bob. The door shut behind them. I hoped the officer had the courtesy to leave it unlocked. I got out of the car and ran up the stairs. I was relieved when the door opened. I entered and immediately looked for my wife and the officer. The warehouse interior was dimly lit. Around a corner I found them. Officer Bob told Lisa to kneel down and pull his cock out of his pants. She unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She zipped him down and reached in his shorts to find his cock. She struggled but finally pulled out large slab of semi-hard black beef. He must have been a foot long and still growing. Lisa’s eyes showed admiration at the sight of his cock. Officer Bob ordered Lisa to suck his cock. Lisa did not hesitate to continue what she had started in the car. She stuffed as much of his sausage as she could in her mouth. She greedily licked and sucked the head. She licked his plum-sized balls. Officer Bob grabbed my wife’s head as she furiously sucked his cock. He continued to grow as Lisa sucked him. She tried twice to swallow his cock down her throat but it was too large. Officer Bob’s cock stopped growing when it reached 14 inches. Lisa held the thing up with both hands to inspect it. She had a look of awe on her face. Officer Bob told Lisa to stand up, turn around and bend over. She braced herself against the wall with her hands. Lisa knew what was coming and she looked anxious. She looked around to see what Officer Bob was doing. Her hair was now in disarray after the face fuck. She had a wild animalistic look to her. He finished removing his pants and pulled his shirt off. He moved up behind Lisa and nestled his cock against Lisa’s ass. Lisa asked, “Aren’t you going to use a condom?” The officer replied, “No baby, you’re gonna take me bareback, skin to skin.” A concerned looked crossed Lisa’s face as she said, “But I don’t have my diaphragm in. I think I’m ovulating.” I was stunned. I wondered if the officer would cut Lisa some slack. Surely the officer wouldn’t want to get my wife pregnant.

Officer Bob continued to rub his monster cock across Lisa’s pussy as he said, “Baby, I’m sorry but I don’t have a condom. Its either bareback or not at all.” It sounded to me like he might let my wife off the hook. Lisa seemed to be pondering her situation. Officer Bob brought his hands around Lisa’s waist then slide them up her sides. He grabbed two handfuls of Lisa’s tits and massaged them. Lisa moaned at his touch. She looked now like she was hungry for his cock. Lisa’s face showed pure lust. She said, “Put it in me, Officer.” Officer Bob asked her the repeat what she said. Lisa repeated, “Please Officer. Put your cock in me.” The Officer began to taunt Lisa by saying, “What kind of wife are you? You would let a strange man fuck you without birth control?” Lisa looked the officer in the eye with a lusty look and said, “I don’t care. I want you to fuck me. I want your big black cock pounding my hole!” The Officer complied immediately. He rammed into Lisa about half the length of his cock. Lisa gasped. I had begun to accept and even look forward to my wife satisfying her newly found sexual passions, but I never thought she would risk getting pregnant. Officer Bob began pumping Lisa’s pussy hard and steady. She never took her eyes off the officer. She continued to beg him to fuck her hard. I was amazed at Lisa. Usually, she was quiet in bed. This situation must have awakened a deep lust in her. Officer continued to pump Lisa’s pussy. He had now managed to penetrate her to the fullest extent. It was amazing to see that huge black cock disappear between my wife’s white legs. I couldn’t believe how she took the entire thing. Lisa came twice as they fucked. Shortly after her second orgasm the officer began grunting something to her. I couldn’t understand but she nodded. Suddenly, Officer Bob jerked his cock out of Lisa’s pussy. She pivoted and knelt down. Lisa opened her mouth wide as Officer Bob let a long cum string fly right into my wife’s mouth. She didn’t miss a drop. He then stuffed the head into Lisa’s mouth and pumped two of three more cum strings into Lisa. She swallowed, however, some of the slimy goo escaped her mouth and drooled onto her chin. When the officer had finished, she took time to lick all the cum off her chin and his cock. I was shocked. She had never eaten my cum before. I guess it was better in her mouth than in her fertile womb. Lisa continued to licked the officer’s cock as she flashed him a grateful smile. Slowly, Officer Bob’s cock diminished in size. Lisa asked, “When can we fuck again?” The officer gave an exhausted reply, “Baby, it will be a while before I can go again.” Lisa looked greatly disappointed as she whined, “I’m still horny. Please fuck me.” The officer reached for his radio and said, “Time to call for back up.” Lisa gave the officer a puzzled look. The officer chuckled and asked, “How many more men will it take to satisfy you?” Lisa’s mouth dropped open in surprise, “More men?” The officer added, “Why let that sexy hot horny body go to waste? You can get your fill of cock and my buddies will have a night to remember for life.” Lisa pondered the officer’s words for a moment. Finally, she said, “What the hell. I’ve cheated on my husband already. More won’t make a difference. Besides, I don’t think I want to stop until my body gives out.” I don’t think Lisa realized that I was watching. She probably thought that I had just gone home. I wasn’t about to spoil the show to come by letting her know that I was watching.

Officer Bob got on his radio and called for ‘back up’. I continued to watch, unobserved. My wife and the officer talked mostly about my wife. He complimented her on her perfect body for arousing men. She was surprised to know that she could have such a profound effect on men by simply dressing as she had tonight. He told her she could make a fortune as a stripper or even as a porn actress. Lisa asked him how much he was talking about. He told her that with a body like hers she could easily make six figures a year, maybe more, in porn. She told him that she would have to check it out. Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the door. I ducked behind some boxes and watched three more police officers walk by, yelling for Officer Bob. He called to them and they marched around the corner. I knew when they spotted Lisa based on the hoots and whistles. Officer Bob greeted his buddies and said, “Guys, meet Lisa a future porn star.” Lisa said shyly, “Hi fellas.” One of the officers said, “Lisa, you will go far in the porn business with that hot body of yours.” My wife replied, “Well, I’m just thinking about it, but thanks anyway.” Another officer said, “You think maybe we could sample that pussy of yours before you become famous.” Lisa stood up and said, “Guys, you can have my pussy, mouth and even my ass until you can’t get it up any longer.” The three new officers got out of their clothes in record time. They pounced on my wife like a tiger to its prey. They rubbed her and felt her and licked all over her body. Lisa appeared in a deep daze as they stimulated her sex starved body. She began to moan, “Somebody fuck me…Please, fuck me.” Two of the officers broke away to retrieve something from their pants. They moved back to Lisa opening packets that obviously contained condoms. I felt relieved that I wouldn’t have to watch these men impregnate my wife. Before the thought had left my brain, Lisa said, “You won’t need those, guys. I want to feel your skin touching my skin.” Officer Bob shot Lisa a look and she smiled at him as she added, “I also want to feel your creamy sperm deep in my pussy.” Officer Bob looked at Lisa with amused shock. The other guys thought nothing of it as one filled Lisa’s mouth with a hard ten inch cock and another impaled her pussy with a similar tool. The third man pinched Lisa’s nipples and Officer Bob rested for his turn. I watched as my previously devoted wife took on three black officers and one white officer with a Hispanic look to him. They fucked her for three hours solid depositing numerous loads of sperm into her very fertile unprotected womb. If my wife was indeed ovulating, then she was almost assuredly pregnant after the onslaught. I watched her take several loads in her mouth and in her bowels. She seemed to have taken to anal and oral sex despite her reluctance to do so with me during our years of marriage. I was beginning to believe that she would make a fine porn star. I had never seen a woman act more slutty than my wife did that night.

After taking these men on for numerous hours, Lisa finally began to show signs of exhaustion. It seemed appropriate for them to stop. It appeared that the men were wiped out as well. Slowly they got dressed, then helped Lisa on with her dress. She looked surprisingly presentable once her dress was on and straightened. Her hair still had that wild ‘Fuck Bunny’ look, however. I took the opportunity to leave before a potentially unpleasant meeting took place. Lisa was dropped off about an hour after I got home. I had expected her sooner. I learned later that the officers had gotten aroused once again as they watched Lisa strut her sexy shape out of the warehouse. They all four took her on the hood of one of the squad cars. Their final tribute to her most fuckable body was to shoot their last load all over her face. Lisa’s cum covered face greeted me as she walked through our door. She had made no effort to clean the slimy mess off until she saw me. With a look calculated to be as slutty as possible, my wife collected the globs of half dried cum off her face and put them into her mouth. An audible purr came from her throat as she savored string after string of the slimy stuff. When she finished, she said calmly, “Thank you for asking me to dress like a slut. It has allowed me to find my true place in life.” With that little speech done, she went straight to bed. The next morning Lisa and I discussed the events of the previous night. She was surprised that I had watched most of her gangbang. I asked her why she wanted them to knock her up. She told me that it sounded like the slutty thing to do. I reminded her that she would probably give birth to a black baby. She smiled and said that she didn’t care, it would still be hers. I told her that it wouldn’t be mine. She told me that she still loved me very much and would like for us to stay together, but that she would understand if I wanted to leave her. I told her that I wanted to stay together. She did inform me that she could never go back to her former self. She admitted that she was a slut and that she liked it. We carried on our lives mostly as before. The only difference was Lisa’s prowl nights. About twice a month she would go out, find and fuck as many men as she could find. It was usually a lot with her looks. I tagged along to keep her meetings as safe as possible. After four months she had to stop. She was pregnant with one of the officer’s babies. I told Lisa that I would raise the baby as my own in exchange for her using birth control on her outings. Tragically, the baby was stillborn. The doctor pulled me aside and asked how it was that my wife had given birth to a baby with obvious black features. I told him it was none of his business and we closed that sad chapter of our lives. On a more positive note, Lisa starred in her first pornographic video recently. The sales of the video broke records assuring Lisa a lucrative career in the business. One benefit to my wife’s new sexuality is our relationship. I now have a sex life that most men only dream of. Lisa will do anything I want, anytime I want. If I want to tip the pizza man, I just point and Lisa will give him an expert professional blow job. We’ve had many adventures over the past few months. Maybe I’ll relate some of the stories in the future.

Being 42 and married for a little over a year to a cute 32 year old brunette…I preferred to go home in the evening.

We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was anxious to head out the door. It was my wife’s birthday and she was picking me up from the office. When my co-workers and I reached the lobby, a few of them whistled. My wife was standing there blushing, in a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen before. She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice restaurant. Marcus, a young partner at the firm, said, “We always have a drink at the ‘Poison Apple’ after work…why don’t you two join us before heading off to dinner?”

Fool that I was, I said “How ’bout it, Linda?” In a way that made it clear she should say yes.

“OK…But just one drink, we have reservations in a little over an hour.” She was a trooper. She knew that I wanted to be ‘one of the guys’. Besides, one drink couldn’t hurt.

As we walked over to the club, Linda whispered in my ear, “I’ve got plans for you, Mister, so don’t waste my evening at this bar.” I could tell I was in for a nice evening. Her dress was short and buttoned all the way up the front. It was so short in fact, that she had to hold it down in the light wind. God forbid that she bend over for something. Her little dress didn’t wouldn’t much.

The “Poison Apple” is a little dance club/bar with after work regulars and a dance floor for couples. Like most dance places, it’s rather dark. There was only one table that would seat all eight of us, a cramped ‘U’ shaped booth.

To show what a great guy I was, I offered to pay for the first round. Marcus sat Linda at the head of the table “since it’s her birthday”. The head of the table, was the center of the “U”.

I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in mind. Repeating them, so as not to forget.

The bar tender was slow getting around to me. I rattled off all seven drinks (proud of myself for remembering them all). It took a while for him to fill the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to the table. All of the guys were making quite a fuss over Linda. As I delivered the drinks, I caught some of the conversation. They were asking her what she did for a living… a receptionist at a dentist’s office. What were her hobbies… blah, blah, blah… The music was loud, but I could make out the gist of the conversation. She was all smiles. She obviously liked all of the attention.

As I delivered the last of the drinks, I found a chair had been placed at the ‘foot’ of the table for me. So everyone was sitting in the booth but me… which was understandable, since I had been off getting the drinks. Marcus was sitting next to Linda and I heard him asking her “any tattoos?” The whole table chuckled and I joined-in as Linda just smiled and blushed.

Linda excused herself to go to the ladies room. Rather than clear the way for her, the guys on my right, slid her out, across their laps.

Once she headed for the rest room the conversation turned to other things. Sports, new clients at the office, etc…

I started talking with Tom, to my right. “During the week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we’ll go to Big Al’s.” I’d heard of the strip club but had never been there. “The girls are the best in the country…great table dances…”, Tom said. The guys at the other end of the table must have been talking about the same thing, because I overheard one of them saying, “Not often you see a girl, wearing’ a garter belt… much less slide her ass across your lap.”

The conversation hushed a little as Linda returned. She waited for them to make way, but to my surprise Tom took her by the waist and slid her across his lap and passed her down to her place at the head of the table. She seemed surprised, but didn’t make any comment. She just quickly took a drink from her glass. The guys at the other end of the table resumed their conversation with her. I couldn’t make out the conversation over the music, but I could tell that they were teasing her, because she was giggling a lot. I went back to talking with Tom.

He was telling me all about Big Al’s. I was looking forward to a Friday office meeting…so I could tag along afterwards. While I talked with Tom, I glanced at Linda every once in a while to see if she was ready to go.

The conversation at the other end of the table was a little quieter now…so they must have stopped teasing her. She seemed to be more relaxed because she was leaning back in the booth and seemed to be breathing deeper. I glanced up again, to see that her eyes weren’t even open at one point. Her drink must be getting to her, I suspected.

I decided to let her enjoy it…since it was her birthday and all. When she opened her eyes and saw that I was looking at her…she jumped a little and must have hit Marcus because his whole arm shook. She smiled sheepishly and gulped down the rest of her gin and tonic.

I smiled at her…she must have almost dosed off and felt silly about it, I reasoned. Marcus offered to pay for the next round. I said, “It’s up to Linda…we have about a half hour, do you want to stay for another drink.” Linda sheepishly said, “Sure,” and everyone at her end of the table laughed and hooted. Marcus passed the money down to me and as I walked away to the bar, I heard someone saying, “my turn.”

Once again, it took quite a while at the bar, and three trips to deliver the drinks. I noticed on each trip that people had changed seats. So it took me a while to get the right drink to the right person. Finally I sat back down and resumed my conversation with Tom (who was still sitting in the same seat…although he kept looking down at the other end of the table).

Linda was relaxing again…leaning back in her seat and seemed to be gripping the edge of the table with both hands. Jim was leaning towards her and whispering something in her ear. It was cramped at that end of the table so Jim was right next to her. He was also gesturing fervently with his hand under the table, as if driving home an important point.

Linda closed her eyes again… as though she was trying to remember something. The guy next to Marcus nudged him and traded places with him. He seemed to want to get in on the conversation that Jim and Linda were having. He also gestured under the table… apparently in opposition to Jim. Finally, Linda gasped rather loudly…apparently exasperated with their conversation. She leaned forward and opened her eyes and took a another deep drink of her Gin and Tonic.

Tom was telling me about some of the group’s wild evenings at the strip club. A little later when I looked up. Linda was leaning over the table and filling her bowl with peanuts from the basket in the middle of the table. It was a bit of a reach, so she was leaning on her elbows as she did it… and it seemed to take quite a while.

The guys on either side of her where leaning back behind her… apparently to make room for her. Her eyes had sort of a glazed look, I wondered if she might have had too much to drink. She sat back down and the guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts.

Just a couple of minutes later she was filling her bowl again and different guys were sitting next to her. I couldn’t tell for sure, because it was dim, but it looked like the guys next to her were looking up her dress. I tried to motion to her, but she seemed oblivious to the whole thing. ‘Oh well, Let them have their fun,’ I thought. Just looking isn’t going to hurt anybody, I guess.

I went to the rest room and when I got back, Jim offered to pay for the next round.

I looked at Linda and she just nodded. There were low chuckles around the table. I went off to get the drinks again and notice that Linda had apparently returned to the conversation with Jim and the other guy. They were both leaning in towards her. and she apparently disagreed with both of them…because she was gesturing wildly at both of them under the table…probably shaking a finger at them both. It must have been good humored fun, because the guys didn’t seem offended by her scolding.

The bar-tender took his time again and when I returned, Linda was nowhere to be found. I asked Tom where she was and just as he was telling me that she had lost an earring under the table, I noticed the back of her head over Marcus’s lap. It was dark, but I could tell that she was looking around, because her head was moving around a lot. I went back for the rest of the drinks. On my second trip she was still looking, but when I returned with the last of the drinks… she must have found it, because she was sitting upright… touching- up her lipstick.

I sat down to enjoy my drink and Linda excused herself to the Ladies’ Room again. The guys took their time as they slid her down the line and she trotted off to the rest room. I noticed that Tom had moved to the other end of the table, so I struck up a conversation with Marcus.

I didn’t even notice when Linda got back, but she was filling her bowl again with peanuts and Tom was leaning-in behind her. I turned back to my conversation with Marcus. We talked for a while and about three minutes later she was still there, leaning over the table and resting on her elbows. When I looked up, she grabbed her bowl and sat back quickly. Apparently backing into Tom pretty hard. This must have made Tom spill his drink on himself, because his chin was all wet.

Marcus, directed my attention back to our conversation.

A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had undone several of the buttons of her dress. It was hot in the bar, so that didn’t surprise me in and of itself. What did surprise me was that her cleavage was showing to the point that you could see the edges of her bra cups. She just smiled at me and returned to her conversation with Bill, a stocky black accountant from an ivy league school. She was directly facing him so all I could see was her back. Once again, it was dark in the club, but for her to face him like that… it seemed that she would almost have to be straddling his lap… she looked over her shoulder and smiled to me… so I knew that everything must be OK.

Marcus asked me a question so I returned to the conversation.

When I looked up again. She was sitting back in her seat again and it looked like even more of her buttons were undone. Her dress could fall open at any moment. Bill distracted me by offering to pay for the next round. Linda said, “We’ve missed our reservations by now…so we might as well.” Everyone laughed and I noticed that the guys on either side of my wife were turned-in towards her and showing her a lot of attention.

Once again, the bartender took his time. When I finally returned to the table, I was floored. Linda was leaning over the table, gripping each side tightly with her hands and had the hem of her dress laid across her back. Someone was apparently behind her with his face pressed against her crotch and Bill had his hand in the front of her dress and was pulling her bra down and to the side. Tom was starting to help Bill by unbuttoning more of her buttons and undoing the front clasped bra. Linda’s eyes were closed, but her rapid breathing made it clear that she was on the verge of orgasm.

I watched helplessly Bill pinched one of my wife’s nipples and Tom maneuvered to suck on the other one. Soon my wife gasped the same gasp I had heard earlier in the evening. The most disconcerting thing about it was that I was turned-on. Instead of yelling at everyone… I delivered the drinks and went back for the second and third trips.

When I got back Marcus was at the head of the table with my wife on his lap. She was bouncing up and down… so I could tell that he was fucking her. Her dress was open in front Tom and Bill were replaced by other guys who were sucking her tits. I simply sat down and watched as they took turns with her. Now that I knew what was going on…she would close her eyes for a while and then she would open them and watch me intently as she was fucked and man-handled. At one point, she sat on the end of the booth right next to me and I watched her give blow jobs to all six of the guys from my office.

She didn’t even offer to touch me, but she made sure that I noticed when they came. Some of the cum dribbled down her chin, but more often than not, she would milk their dicks with her hand as she drank down the cum in slow deliberate gulps.

Since that day, she is a regular at office functions. The first night that I went to Big Al’s strip club, my wife was there. She kneeled in front of each of the guys from the office as they enjoyed the show. She even sucked me off that night. While she was giving blowjobs, guys had her skirt up and were sticking money in her garter.

The only time that it bothers me is when she stops by the office during the business day and fucks and sucks guys while I’m working. She does it with the door closed, but everyone (even the secretaries) knows what is going on.

From the day I mentioned it to my wife until the day the old secretary left Ginger kept begging me to hire her. She too was in a new town, and with no friends her days were really long and boring, I at least, had some place to go. Her arguments made sense, and the extra money would be nice, so against my better judgment I hired her and told the men she was a single girl who had just moved to town.

Within two weeks each of the five men in my employ hit on her, and I could hardly blame them. Ginger was a blonde ex cheerleader who kept her shape, petite, nice tits and lean tapered legs. After dinner one night I finally asked her if she wanted me to intercede on her behalf and ask the men to stop it.

She looked at her feet for a few moments, cleared her throat, and whispered no. Then she looked me in the eyes and said actually she would like to go out with them, she was running out of excuses, I was either at work, or working at home, or sleeping, so we never went out, she wouldn’t go out alone, and hadn’t been to a restaurant or nightclub since we moved, and maybe once she went out with one or two of them, and they didn’t even get to first base, they would leave her alone. I was shocked, obviously it was something she had thought about, but once again her arguments made sense, and once again I bowed to her wishes.

The next day when Anthony, the oldest and most diligent and professional of the salesmen, asked her out, and was quite flattered when she said yes. That night I watched Ginger, my wife of five years and who I loved dearly, dress for a date with another man. She put on a white cotton bra and panties, over that she wore a high collar calf length dress, pantyhose, and one inch heels. She looked like she was going to church, not on a date. She looked so prim and proper I swallowed my trepidation and watched her walk out the door and into another man’s car.

It was around eight when she left, it was just past one when she returned. There happens to be a streetlight right outside our bedroom window and when I heard a car and leaned out the window I could see Ginger and Anthony quite clearly as he parked in front of our door. With panic in my eyes, my heart in my throat and much to my chagrin, a hardening cock, I watched them embrace and share a deep and long lasting kiss. Ginger finally broke away when he placed a hand on her breast. She smiled at him, caressed his cheek and exited the car.

She waited until he was out of sight then sprinted up the walk way. It wasn’t but a few seconds between the sound of the front door slamming shut and seeing my wife taking off her dress as she entered our bedroom. She leapt into my arms saying she was glad I was awake because she was horny as hell. She proceeded to strip as fast as she could, all the while telling me to get my clothes off so she could fuck me. Another shock went through me, on top of having a hard on from watching my wife kiss another man, she was using language I had never heard her use before.

She pushed me back on the bed and positioned herself over my upper thighs. Then she took my rock solid cock in her soft hands and guided it to her pussy. My shy about sex wife had made a complete change, she was not only instigating our mating, and she was leading it. She rubbed the head of my cock over her pussy lips, where for the first time I could tell how really turned on she was. My cock head easily slid up and down her lips and I felt more lubricant from her pussy than ever before.

Suddenly my shaft was swallowed up by the warmest, wettest sensation it had ever felt. Ginger leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing them into the mattress, using that brace she lifted her torso four times in quick succession, each time ending by slamming her weight down on my thighs, forcing my cock into her pussy as far as it could go, while at the same time grinding her clit against my pelvis.

Those four jabs were all it took for my sweet innocent wife to have the most intense orgasm of her short sexual life. Her body quaked and quivered as it straddled me, her head became a bobble doll, rolling in all directions on her stretched out neck. Finally she collapsed in near exhaustion, her chest resting upon mine, while my still hard dick was lodged in her cunt.

She rested that way for a few minutes, then slowly regained her senses, the first of which was my cock still in her cunt. Ginger grinned like a Cheshire cat and leisurely began to hump her pelvis up and down while still lying flat on my chest. My cock could feel her cunt walls as they clamped around its’ intrusion.

We slowly fucked this way for a few minutes when I finally couldn’t bear it any longer and had to know, What’s gotten into you, I asked my wife, I’ve never seen you act like this before. I love my wife for many reasons, one of the most endearing is that she is an honest blonde. Ask her a question and in her naiveté/dumbness she will tell you the truth. So she told me about dinner and drinking and dancing and drinking and talk about sex and drinking and finally about dancing real close and tight and feeling a strange cock rubbing and growing against her thighs and belly.

When she got to the part about feeling Anthony’s cock against her body she came again, and I could feel her cunt walls contracting around my cock. Her orgasm wasn’t quite the earth shaker this time, but it did exhaust her out. She collapsed onto my chest and was soon gently snoring. My cock was still hard and still inside her pussy. I found myself fucking my passed out wife while getting excited about her new found sexual passion. I would soon find out the price for that passion.

Two days later she had a date with Jeremy, he was just a couple of years younger than Anthony and seemed to use him as a mentor. Jeremy had a good head on his shoulders and I liked him For a second time I watched my wife ready herself for a date with another man. This time her full bra was nylon as were her granny style panties. A dark pair of panty hose was covered by a knee length skirt while a high cut sweater covered her bra. She reminded me of the teenage beauty I first met and vowed to marry.

Again she left about eight and retuned after one. Jeremy also parked his car under the streetlight and there I was, watching raptly and with a growing cock inside my pants. Instantly they were in each others arms exchanging a prolonged and passionate kiss. Ginger then broke the kiss and leaned back against the car seat. Jeremy swung around to the side and pulled her sweater up over her bra and with my wife’s eager help unclasped it. My jaw dropped and my cock grew harder when Jeremy and I both saw my wife’s naked breasts. The dark amber of her aureoles contrasted with the alabaster white of her tits as the light from the lamp shown down on them.

He bent over her and for the next few minutes kissed and sucked her nipples while my wife caressed her pussy over her skirt and squirmed her body around. She finally called a halt to the sucking when he reached under her skirt and tried to spread her thighs. She lowered her sweater without re hooking her bra, stroked his cheek, kissed him lightly on the lips and got out of his car. She hopped from foot to foot as she impatiently waited for his car to disappear.

From the window I watched her scramble as fast as she could into the house, then I heard her yelling for me to be awake and ready because she needed to be fucked really bad. Ginger bounded into the bedroom, pushed me back on the bed and pounced on me, not even bothering to take off her clothes. She just shredded her pantyhose by yanking on them as if in a fit of delirium, which, from the way she attacked me, used me, then came on me, all the while moaning and wailing about fucking and cumming and cocks and cunts, I had to concur with.

We fucked until she came, not as intense as that first one the other night, but longer in duration, until she again passed out from the exertion. And again I was left to fuck my passed out wife, this time with visions of Jeremy sucking her tits in my head.

We fell asleep in each others arms and awoke with a mutual desire to fuck again. Ginger was still fully clothed so I flipped her over on her back, pushed her skirt and panties out of the way and fucked her missionary style so I could watch her face as I asked her to tell me about her date with Jeremy. It was another tale of dining and drinking and talking about sex and drinking and dancing and drinking and dancing with her back to him so he could slide his hands up and down her body while grinding his cock into her ass.

I asked her about the sex talk, and true to her blonde honesty, she answered bluntly that Jeremy had asked her what she liked done to her to turn her on, and in her blonde honesty, she told him. Jeremy being no dummy was quick to use what she related and got to second base before my wife remembered her wedding vows and got out of the car. And I, also being no dummy, began to do the things she told Jeremy about, and soon I had her crying out as she came in one quick jerk followed by a body wide shiver.

We barely made it into work on time and were there only a few minutes before Charles asked her out. Charles was a middle of the road kind of guy, did just enough to get by, but never exerted himself. It would be interesting to see how far he and Gingers’ date would go.

That night I watched as Ginger pulled some new lingerie out of a sack and began to put it on. The bra was a white nylon support one, that pushed her tits up and apart, creating quite a bit of cleavage. The panties were also white nylon high cut bikini style, that showed a lot of bare thigh at the top of the stay up stockings she also put on, much to my surprise. I mentioned it to her and she said she was tired of the struggle to take her pantyhose off when she wanted to fuck me.

I don’t know what made me say it, but before I could stop myself, I blurted out that it would also give Charlie easier access to your pussy. A dreamy kind of smile crossed her lips as she said with half closed eyes, that she hadn’t thought of that, but it sounded kind of fun. Then she donned a white silk blouse that buttoned up the front and that she left unbuttoned to the top of her bra, exposing the top of her globes and the crease between them.

The dark skirt she then put on ended about two inches above her knees and was skin tight. When she bent over to put on her shoes I could see the outline the edge of her panties made and an inch or so of the dark band of her stockings.

She left near nine and didn’t return until near two. I was almost asleep when I heard their car drive up. I sprang to the window in time to see my wife swivel on the car seat so she was facing Charlie while at the same time drawing her skirt up her thighs until her white panty covered crotch came into view. She put one foot up on the seat, one foot down on the floor and leaned her head back against the passenger door.

I saw her lips move and then saw Charlie put his head between my wife’s wide spread legs. I lost sight of him but had a perfect look at Ginger as her face contorted in erotic frenzy as I could only imagine what Charlie was doing to her, but what ever it was, she was certainly liking it. I considered our situation a moment, she never went down on me, I never went down on her.

Our sex life was very straight laced, Ginger was a virgin and I not much more than that when we married. The honeymoon was perfunctory and then sex took a back seat to school and work. How quickly things change, I pondered, as I gazed upon my wife thrashing about in another mans car while that cars owner did god knows what to her pussy. Suddenly she sat bolt upright and let out a scream that I prayed our neighbors didn’t hear. She reached down between her spread legs and with one hand pinching each ear brought Charlie’s head back into view.

Ginger lowered her leg from the seat and sat back against it, breathing rapidly and deeply. Then I saw Charlie put his hand around Gingers’ neck and begin to draw it down to his crotch. My wife deftly ducked her head from under his grasp and wagged her finger at him. He made a hands to the sky gesture and shrugged his shoulders. Ginger spoke a few words, Charlie nodded and I saw him squirm around on the seat.

Then Ginger put her leg back up on the seat, moved her panties out of the way, giving me a wonderful beaver shot while she got easy access to her abundant pussy juice. She scooped up a load in a cupped hand and disappeared it into the vicinity of Charlie’s lap. I watched as her arm moved in an up and down motion, giving me a good indication that she was jacking him off.

In a few moments he jerked his head back and forth and shimmied his shoulders. A few seconds after that I saw Ginger with a right hand and wrist coated in a shimmering glob filled liquid. Charlie grabbed her arm and pushed her hand towards her face, I was filled with shock and awe when I saw her actually stick out her tongue and lick Charlie’s cum from her hand.

I began to rub my cock as I watched her really get into it as she ran her tongue up and down her wrist and palm, seeing her lap up a particularly large wad and suck it into her mouth, then finishing off by sucking clean each finger and her thumb. She gave Charlie a big smile and got out of the car.

Ginger didn’t even wait for him to fully leave before she was scampering into the house and into my arms. This time I met her and before she could do anything and guiding her forward momentum as she entered the bedroom I soon had her kneeling on the floor, with her torso bent over the bed. I tugged her tight skirt up over her ass, pulled her panties aside and jammed my dick into her cunt.

Ginger squealed in pleasure and ground her ass cheeks back into me. I leaned onto her back and told her to tell me about her date while I fucked her. It was the usual tale but this time on the dance floor he openly played with her pussy and she came on his hand when she noticed other dancers looking at them.

That’s when I told her about watching her in her date’s car when they brought her home. That little revelation set her off, she screeched, shivered and drenched my cock in juices. When she recovered I began to fuck her harder, all the time calling her my slut, and a horny cunt and every other nasty thing my disoriented mind could come up with. Ginger responded in kind, agreeing with my every word, and begging me to call her names while I put my hard cock up her slutty cunt.

We fucked off and on that entire night, with Ginger finally realizing my watching her in the cars was why I was always so hard and ready for her when she got to the bedroom. Just before we fell asleep she whispered in my ear that since I got turned on watching her she will just have to do more for me to watch.

Her giggle was the last thing I heard before sleep took over. Ginger proved true to her word. Tom was the next man to ask her out. He was the youngest and brashest of the salesmen, cocky and full of himself, he would make a fine salesman once the edges wore off.

The night of their date Ginger wore a bright red half bra, it held her tits up, while exposing them almost to her nipples. Her panties were also bright red and covered in lace. A thin string held the front and back together, and it looked incredible on her, especially the way it cupped her round ass when she bent over to put on her stockings, a black pair of stay ups that just about covered her legs, leaving a bit of bare thigh between the tops and the edge of her panties. Her blouse was a translucent silk that did nothing to conceal the bright red bra beneath it.

She buttoned it only to the bottom of her bra, exposing it and all the globes of her tits. If she wiggled too much I was sure her nipples would poke out. Her skirt was a red and black pleated tartan design that came down to mid thigh. In this skirt when she bent over to get her shoes not only the tops of her stockings came into view, but I could plainly see her red panties covering her lower ass cheeks and the crack of her ass.

When she stood and turned around her movements made the skirt fly up in front and I got just as good a look at her panty covered pussy lips. We hugged and kissed before she walked out the door, and just as she exited she told me she left a gift for me on the bed.

As Ginger was departing on her escapade, I dashed to the bedroom to see what she left. I tore open the package to discover a pair of very high end binoculars and a note saying now I shouldn’t miss any of the action.

My little tramp had gone so far as to make sure her husband didn’t miss a beat of his wife’s sexual fun. And I must say she and Tom put on quite the show. It wasn’t until almost three that they pulled in to the light. I lost no time in zeroing in on their activities and putting them in the correct focus with the binoculars. I was rewarded with a scene so close I felt like I could reach out and pinch the nipple my wife just exposed. She then raised her skirt, spread her legs, grabbed Tom by his hair and pulled his head down into her crotch.

I zoomed in on his tongue as it glided up and down the red lace gusset of her panties where it covered her pussy lips. Soon I could see a dark spot starting to spread and the outline of her lips peek through. Then two fingers appeared and pushed her panty crotch into her cunt then pulled it out. It was a sopping mess and had lost all shape, making it easy for Tom’s tongue to slip by the edge and lick her pussy from ass hole to clit. He then settled in on her clit and began to nibble it with his lips while every so often flicking his tongue out and lapping it from top to bottom.

Ginger started thrusting her cunt into his face, she grabbed his head again and mashed it hard between her legs, creating more pressure on her clit which caused her to orgasm. When she recovered she looked up at our bedroom window and winked. She then unzipped Tom’s pants, pushed them down his thighs, took his cock in her hands and guided it to her mouth. I brought into sharp focus the image of my wife slowly inserting another mans cock into her mouth.

Every now and again she stopped, slid her tongue up his shaft and out her mouth, then slither it back in her mouth and proceed to take more of his shaft with it. When her nose and lips finally came to rest against his belly and balls she pulled his shaft from her mouth until just the tip remained, then in one motion swallowed it whole, then back to the tip, then swallow. For someone who never gave me a blow job she really seemed to know what she was doing. It didn’t take much of this fucking my wife’s mouth to get Tom to blow his wad.

Suddenly, while Ginger was busy trying not to gag from the amount of cum being shot down her throat, a pair of headlights pulled in behind Toms’ car. A man quickly got out and approached the passenger door. Tom lowered the electric window and motioned to the man. The stranger lowered his zipper, reached into his pants and pulled out his cock.

Tom gently tugged Gingers’ head up from his spent dick and turned it so she could see what was sticking through her side window. With a sly smile my wife instantly slid over next to the man’s growing cock, grasped it in her hands, put it in her mouth and began to masturbate it while sucking it at the same time.

It didn’t take much of this and the man was soon bucking his cock into Gingers mouth while ejaculating down her throat. Again Ginger did a magnificent job of swallowing everything he could give her, as I zeroed in on her face not a drop of sperm was anywhere to be seen. As soon as the stranger finished he walked back to his car, got in and drove away. Ginger smiled at Tom, kissed his cheek and left his car too.

This night Ginger seemed to be in no hurry to get to the bedroom and I watched her just kind of amble up the walkway and into the house. When I didn’t hear her on the steps or see her in the bedroom I went to find her. I discovered her in the living room bent over the arm rest of our couch, head buried in the cushions, ass pointed to the heavens. Her skirt was pulled up over ass, her panties were pushed to the side, and her fingers were pistoning in and out of her gapping cunt.

Ginger heard me enter the room, picked her head up and told me to fuck her as hard as I could while she told me what my wife slut had done this evening. I needed no second invitation, I unzipped my pants and unleashed my iron bar of a cock while I walked to her upturned ass. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back to me as I violently as I could while at the same time lining up my shaft to pierce her pussy as I pulled.

Ginger began to squeal but between her outbursts of ecstasy I could hear her words as they came out in breathless gushes. At first it was just her telling me to, “Fuck your slut. Fuck your filthy cum loving whore of a wife! Fuck me like a slut should be fucked! Oohhh yesss, fuck me baby, slam that big cock of yours in your nasty cunt.”

Then the story came out, Tom didn’t bother with a dinner, he took her straight to a bar, sat her on a bar stool and fed her two Long Island iced teas. Then he turned her around so she was facing the patrons and pulled her skirt up her legs and bunched it in her lap. He told her to look at the booth right across from them.

When Ginger glanced in that direction she saw five men staring at her stocking covered upper thighs and craning their heads trying to get a peek at her panties. Tom told her to spread her legs and she did as she was told. At this point Ginger stopped talking and began wailing in pleasure as my slamming cock and her recitation triggered an orgasm. When she resumed her story Tom had left to talk to the men then returned, grabbed her by the arm and led her out of the bar.

As they drove to their next destination Tom told her how she had mentioned to one of the men that she was a very inexperienced cock sucker and the he was going to help her over that little hurdle. He pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore and escorted my naïve wife into the store and led her around pointing out the wares of the place.

Ginger was the only woman there and was the center of all eyes. Tom took notice of this and went to great lengths to make sure they all got a look at her legs, tits and panties as he paraded her around and made her bend and stoop over to look at things. When he heard the door open and saw the group of men from the bar enter he took hold of her hand and led her back to where the video booths were. They walked down the hall while Tom looked from booth to booth, seemingly looking for something.

Of course he was looking for a booth with a glory hole and when he found one he ushered my wife inside and fed the machine its’ requisite money, told her to watch the movie and that he would be right back. He went to the men from the bar, told them what booth to go to and returned to find Ginger raptly watching a woman fucking seven black men while she lazily finger fucked herself. Tom unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, and began playing with her tits.

Suddenly a cock was thrust through a hole in the booth, Tom took my wife’s right hand and put it on the cock and told her to jack it off. While Ginger was masturbating a strange cock Tom was telling her that she had to learn how to suck cocks, and there were ten or so men lined up outside the booth. He said they had volunteered to help her by letting her practice on their cocks.

For the next three hours Ginger sucked off one man after another while Tom told her what to do and how to do it. His instructions were augmented by the videos being shown, he would stop her when a close up of blow jobs would appear and make sure she watched it to get a better idea of exactly what to do. Ginger had three or four more orgasms as she continued her amazing tale.

Finally Tom wiped her face and chest off of all the sperm deposited on her, put her bra and blouse back on and began to leave the store. They were stopped by one man who begged them for a blow job too, Tom told him where Ginger lived and told him to meet them there. That was the guy who showed up out of nowhere to get a blow job from my wife.

Gingers’ story turned me on more than anything she had done before, so much so that my cock remained hard for longer than ever and allowed me to fuck my wife during the length of her speech finally exploding when she talked about the man who followed them home.

Ginger met my orgasm with one of her own and together we tumbled off the couch and onto the floor in our passion. We passed out from exhaustion right there. We woke the next morning and gathered out senses. I asked how she liked her night’s adventure. She smiled shyly and replied she loved it, she felt she was now an experienced cocksucker and loved all the different sizes, shapes and tastes of the anonymous men she sucked off and swallowed.

The floodgates were now open, and Daryl, the last salesman to take my wife on a date had heard all the details of her previous excursions and was more than ready for his chance. Daryl was the only black employee of the company and the only black man Ginger had ever met or talked to. Their date was set for three nights later.

When we got home that night, Ginger asked to be taken back to the bookstore, she wanted to rent some inter- racial videos, especially the one she saw of the woman with seven men. We rented several films, and I used the opportunity to see my wife’s new found talent up close. We went to the booth she had used previously and I watched her suck off four men in the space of a half an hour.

We returned home and fucked our way through three of the rentals. The seven man gangbang gave her one continuous orgasm, start to finish Ginger moaned, shook and quivered while she watched the white woman take on the seven black studs in her mouth, cunt and ass. We watched the other films the next night but Gingers fuse wasn’t really lit until we re ran the gangbang tape, where she once again had one long drawn out cum.

The night of her date with Daryl she didn’t wear a bra or panties, instead she donned a garter belt and long black stockings. A translucent broomstick skirt just long enough to cover her garter straps and a see through blouse tied in a knot under her tits made her look like a walking wet dream. Four inch stiletto heels had her swaying her hips from side to side as she walked to Daryl’s car. The movement had her skirt swishing around her legs, every so often exposing her garter straps and the bare white skin above the stocking tops.

I didn’t see my wife again until late the next morning when she was literally dropped off at the front door. It was a limp, well used dish rag I carried into our house and up to the bathroom to begin her cleansing. She was a mess, her blouse was gone, her skirt was torn, her stockings were just tatters hanging from her legs. Her body, almost from head to toe was caked in dried or drying cum. Her lips and cheeks were coated with sperm, it cracked as she moved her mouth and jaw. I soaked her in the tub for about an hour, refilled it and bathed her and washed her hair. I put her to bed and waited anxiously to hear about her date with Daryl.

It wasn’t until after the next night’s diner that Ginger felt up to relaying the events of her night. We sat on opposite sides of our bed, both nude and both masturbating, she with a dildo and me with my hand. I decided it would be less strenuous this way, and I could hear the story without too many interruptions. Daryl drove her straight to a pool hall on the other side of town, led her to a back room where she was tied lying on her back to a four poster bed. Her arms and legs splayed apart Ginger was an open invitation to one and all.

The men had her fuck for three hours on her back, then untied her, turned her over, retied her and let the assault on her ass begin. Ginger gave herself an orgasm when she got to the part of the men fucking her virgin ass hole. She said it hurt like hell at first but by the time the fifth cock was shoved up her butt she was loving every minute of it.

A couple of hours later they untied her, let her go to the bathroom and stretch a little, then bent her over a bench so both her pussy and ass hole were easily accessible, retied her and let the men take their choice of pussy, ass hole or both. She was tied up at the pool hall for six or seven hours, when she was untied, led back out to the car and driven to a whorehouse.

For the next five hours my wife was used as a common whore, but instead of the usual charge of 50, 100, and 200, Daryl charged five bucks for a blow job, ten for a fuck, and twenty for around the world. An ass fuck was fifty, with pussy and mouth thrown in at no charge, and customer’s choice of what hole to cum in.

Needless to say Ginger was the most used whore in the place, which led to some pissed off regular whores, who in turn attacked Ginger and began a fight, this led to the men making the women eat each other out and make each other cum, then they all got fucked, made to take the men’s cum shots in their mouths, then told to transfer the globs from one woman’s mouth to another. This shut them up, calmed them down, and even got a couple of them turned on.

Ginger now tasted her first pussy and was eaten for the first time by a woman. She told me she didn’t mind it, and the sharing of the men’s cum was a real turn on, but she preferred the rough style of men eating her and fucking her.

The house finally ran out of men so Ginger was picked up like a sack of potatoes, dumped in the car, and then on my doorstep. I shot off twice on hearing my wife’s adventure and she came four times from reliving it. From that day forward she was the office slut, always dressed for easy access to her ass, pussy and mouth, and always ready to be used anywhere, anytime by anyone.

Once the salesmen turned some clients on to Ginger, our office monthly take soared. All the men got performance bonuses, and I received a bonus equal to the size of my yearly salary. In the end I guess I became my wife’s pimp, because she got fucked, and I got paid.

Anyway, this was Lisa’s first time meeting the people I work with. For some reason, a lot of the wives did not show up. (maybe they knew something I did not know.) As the evening passed, I was told by some of the guys that these parties could get pretty raunchy. “That” as I was told, was the reason only a few of the wives turned out. I toyed with the idea of warning Lisa, but decided she could take care of herself. She has always had her ways of putting guys in their place. And except for the times at the X rated theatres, she has been pretty effective at keeping them in line. (that is another story.)

As far as I knew, I was the first guy for Lisa. I am relatively certain she had led a fairly sheltered life before we got married. I have found out that she can and does get pretty wild at times. But it seems all the circumstances have to be just right. And it has always seemed that if I tried to plan anything, something would always happen to fuck it up. The stuff I did not plan was always the wildest. Maybe that was what made it so hot. The fact it was kind of beyond either Lisa’s or my control.

Anyway, the evening wore on and everyone was getting pretty rowdy. I was getting pretty shitfaced. Lisa was definitely the hit of the party. The 3 other wives that were there were OK, but they were no match for Lisa. I had convinced Lisa to wear a hot dress. She could not wear a bra with it. It was kind of a summer type dress, and it would fly up when she was dancing and getting twirled around. I had been keeping an eye on her as she was asked to dance by about every guy at the party. There were probably 25 guys at the party and only Lisa and the other 3 wives. It always seemed to be that way. Why were there always more guys than girls?

Lisa was taking a break and sitting by me and I was trying to get fresh with her. Everyone was having a good time. I knew there were about 25 sets of eyes on me as I was making out with my wife on the sofa. The lights were dim and the other 3 wives were on the dance floor. The rest of the guys were hanging around the food and booze table. I was working my hand up under Lisa’s dress and I managed to get my fingers under her panties before she pulled away. The only problem was, I accidentally tore her panties off her as she stood up. She turned to look at me sitting there with her panties in my hand and she cracked up laughing. “I hope you’re happy now Mr. Smarty-pants,” she said. We both laughed and she went back on the dance floor. The song she was dancing to was a fast one and she spun around several more times. From where I was sitting, even though it was dark in the dance area, I could catch glimpses of her pussy as she spun around. I knew other guys could see the same thing. I especially knew this because I saw several of them nudging each other and nodding in Lisa’s direction.

I continued to drink and soon found myself nodding off on the couch. I would open my eyes every once in a while and see some of the guys openly admiring Lisa as she spun from time to time on the dance floor. They would look at her, then glance over at me to make sure I was still out. Actually, this did a lot to make me sober up. I realized I could have some fun in this situation. Where I was sitting was actually hard to see my eyes clearly and because my head was laying back, most thought I was passed out.

Someone announced they were going to play a version of musical chairs to see who got to dance with the girls. Lisa came over to see if I was going to get in on the game, and I kind of rolled my eyes open then shut and she (like the rest) assumed I was pretty much out of it. She walked back over to the group and Ron was explaining the rules. All of the guys would sit facing out in a circle. The girls would circle around the chairs and when the music stopped they had to sit on the lap of the first guy they could. Since there were 23 guys sitting in a circle it was easy to begin with. Each time, the guy whose lap was used would move out of the circle until it got down to less guys than girls. The final 4 guys eventually got to dance with the girls for the next song.

I know I was shitfaced, but this was clearly a way to have the girls sit on laps and maybe grope them, and nothing more. I was having trouble keeping from laughing, but it was important I seemed passed out. They turned the lights up just a bit, and the music started. Around and around the girls went. The music stopped and boom, the girls dove for the nearest lap. In the process I could see the guys reach and cup boobs and run their hands up legs and you name it. Lisa was walking around where I could see her and the music stopped. In an instant she was on Jerrys lap. She sat there and he began humping up and down and acting like he was having an orgasm. Everyone was laughing and enjoyed the show. Jerrys hands were busy trying to get under Lisa’s dress and she was managing to fend them off fairly well. A couple of times, I saw her pussy hair before the music started again. She stood, helped by Jerrys hands cupping her boobs and pushing her up. Around she went again.

Then I noticed Fred had unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock. He kind of cupped his hands around it, and at a glance it looked like he just had his hand cupped in his lap. Around the corner came Lisa. The music stopped and she backed into Freds lap. I know she did not see his cock before she leaned forward to sit on his lap. As she was dropping to his lap, I saw his hands pull her dress up in the back and she sat down. Talk about a perfect aim. I am assuming Lisa was pretty wet anyway from all that had been going on. But the look on her face was incredible. Her eyes got the size of hubcaps as Fred held her in place with his hands on her hips. She immediately tried to jump off his cock which I knew was in her cunt. But everytime she tried to get up he would pull her back and say “wait for the music”. Taking the cue, Dennis decided to change the record and announced it would be a second. In the meantime, Lisa was doing everything she could to get off Fred’s cock. She did not want to make a scene in front of the rest of them, and she did not think the other wives knew about what Fred was doing. All of her jostling about and her attempts to get up merely succeeded in her raising up and sitting down and up and down and so on and so forth and I watched as Fred’s eyes kind of rolled back in his head and he pulled her onto his cock finally and held her firmly there. I am certain he was pumping his cum into her. Lisa’s eyes were looking back and forth like she was looking for an escape route. Most of the other guys knew what was going on and were watching intently. The other wives were laughing and giggling and I am pretty sure oblivious to what Fred was doing to my wife. Finally, I saw Freds hands drop from Lisa’s waist. I knew he had filled her with cum. A few moments later and the music started again. Lisa got up and walked around in a sort of trance.

Soon the eliminations were done, and Lisa and the other 3 girls chose their partners. The song was a slow one and Lisa was dancing with Dennis. He is one of 3 black guys that work in our area of the plant. He is probably the biggest too. Lisa is very fair skinned and next to Dennis, she stood out. Her dress was light Yellow too, so they were easy to see on the dance floor. The 4 couples were over in a corner of the dance floor and it was as if they had all moved into one small area. Pretty soon, 3 of the couples kind of moved away and I saw why they had grouped up. The other 3 wives and their partners had been looking at Lisa who was on her knees with Dennis’ cock in her mouth. I nearly sat bolt upright. I could see Dennis was cupping the back of Lisa’s head and pulling her head toward his cock. He was looking down at her as he fucked her mouth. It looked like she was trying to push away, but she was clearly no match for Dennis. Soon I saw his head fly back and he started jerking. It was obvious he was shooting his load in her mouth. Damn, I was glad I had the forethought to put a pillow on my lap. I had the biggest hardon I had ever had in my life. It looked like Dennis was pumping a gallon down Lisa’s throat. Then he released his hold on her head, and she kind of slumped back against the wall. I could hear her gasping to get her breath. She coughed a couple of times and I saw her lean forward and get to her feet. She walked over toward me wiping the back of her hand against her mouth. She was swaying from one side to the other. Before she got to where I was seated, the next song began and she was whisked back onto the dance floor.

Someone handed her a drink as she danced and she drank it down. I could hear her laughing again. I was surprised. I also heard one of the other wives talking to her husband telling she thought it was disgusting and they should leave right away. He was doing his best to keep peace and agree while at the same time he was trying to get her to stay so he could at least watch. Lisa was the only wife there that was getting this attention. Of course I was the only husband there that was passed out as well.

Lisa was caressed and groped and fingered and had her dress pulled up more times than I could count. Eventually the other wives all became aware of what was going on and they demanded their husbands take them home. ( I know for a fact they were all groped as well, but not like Lisa. ) With them gone, it was only seconds before I saw Lisa pulled across an ottoman. In no time, I saw a cock buried in her mouth and one in her cunt. From that point on it was take turns. The lights had been turned up where they were working her over and in between guys I eventually could see her cunt was filled to overflowing with cum. Then I saw another ass pounding away. Then another, and another. Chuck was telling Jerry that her ass was super tight. Then Jerry was on her. I assumed he had his cock in her ass too. She had a cock in her mouth non stop, and I lost track of how many guys came in her mouth. But I could hear her swallowing loudly and knew she was taking it all the way.

Eventually the guys began leaving. It was quite late. I finally saw Lisa head off to the bathroom and a while later come out and tell the remaining few she had to get her hubby home. Dennis, the big black guy talked her into one more blow job for the road. She set her purse down and laid her coat over the arm of a chair and reaching over she unzipped his pants and bent over and took his cock in her mouth. She jacked him off with her hand and kept the end of his cock in her mouth. Soon I saw him tense and jerk a few time and I saw her swallowing all the while her cheeks were sucked in like she was really sucking him dry.

“Thats all folks” she said as she gathered up her purse and coat. She asked if a couple of the guys could give her a hand getting me to out car. They did, and with me in the passengers seat and Lisa who was now fairly sober acting behind the wheel, I watched as Jerry stood outside our car on her side and jacked off. As he was getting close I heard him say, “Ok, get ready” and Lisa who had rolled the window down leaned out and opened her mouth wide. She was inches from the end of his cock as it started to shoot. He quickly moved forward and she stayed glued to the end of his cock until he pulled away with a deflated cock. “Thanks babe” he said as she started the car and backed out of the driveway.

The next morning, I questioned her about what happened. The boys got a little carried away, she told me, and I got felt up a few times on the dance floor, but they were all pretty well behaved she said.

One of these days, she will tell me really what happened. Until then, I guess I will have to get her into more situations like that one just to see when she will finally tell me.

My wife Beth confided in me one of her favourite fantasies. To be held down and ravished, preferably by a big black man. She emphasised that it was only a fantasy as she wouldn’t want to have intercourse with anyone other than myself under any circumstances.

‘Maybe you would like to act out something along those lines.’

‘If it was acting it wouldn’t work,’ she replied.

I went on to suggest. ‘Why not have a real scenario where you would be really forced but it would be prearranged that the limits were feeling and sucking your breasts and maybe finger fucking you.’

She brightened up at that suggestion; I could see that I made a good suggestion.

‘But how could we guarantee that the man would stop at that?’ she asked.

‘You did say you wanted it to be a black man.’

‘Well it doesn’t have to be but it would be more exciting if it was.’

‘I have this friend at work, Dave, he’s well over 6ft tall and really looks threatening but actually he is a very nice guy. Maybe I could ask him if he would like to help out.’

‘Do you think he would? But how about afterwards, wouldn’t it be embarrassing for you to go on working with him?’

‘No! We often have discussions about sex and I know he is open minded.’

‘Oh you do, do you!’ She said with a mischievous grin.

‘Well shall I ask him?’

‘The idea of being forced by a stranger does really excite me. It would have to be as a ’stranger’ that it happens. I wouldn’t want to meet him before or after. That would spoil it.’

‘So you want me to arrange it?’

‘Yes please! But don’t tell me anything about it, I want it to seem really real, so I don’t want to know any details!’

….

I asked Dave what he thought about the idea and he was all for it. He hadn’t been getting much at home lately so was all for a bit of an adventure. We thought the best idea would be in a porn movie theatre. So it was all arranged for the Friday night at 8pm.

I suggested to Beth that we go to see a blue movie; it may give her some more ideas for fantasies. She looked askance at me, I suppose she was guessing this might be the set up for her ‘forced sexing’ but she didn’t make any comment, she just agreed to go.

We got to the theatre just before 8pm, inside our eyes took a while to adjust to the darkness but as we entered the back row, Beth turned to me.

‘This is it, isn’t it? There’s a black man sitting there.’

I could just make out that there was someone there but as there was a dark scene on at that moment it was a bit difficult to see. Then she startled me by her next remark.

‘Would you mind Darling if I sit here alone, it will make me feel more vulnerable if I know you are not next to me to protect me. And as it is all arranged, I will be safe.’

‘OK! If that’s what you want. I could do with going to the toilet anyway.’

With that I turned round and went toward the exit. I took a quick look back and saw that she had sat down with one empty seat between her and Dave.

I took my time at the toilet, and then I wandered around the foyer looking at adverts for future movies. After about 15 minutes I decided to sneak in and watch the action, if in deed there was any. I got an instant hard on at what I saw. Beth had her eyes closed and her blouse fully opened. Dave had….. What! It wasn’t Dave. It was some strange black guy I had never seen before.

This guy had his right arm around Beth’s shoulders holding her right wrist in a steel grip. His left hand was pulling hard on her right nipple as he sucked the other one.

I sat down next to her and tried to get her attention, ‘Beth! Beth!’ I called to her as I kept tapping her arm. The black guy looked up at me.

‘Fuck off Honky!’ Was all he said then went back to sucking her tit. Beth was lost in a world of her own. She was obviously deep into her fantasy. She was moaning quietly under the strangers manipulations.

Just then another black guy sitting next to him, whom I hadn’t noticed till he reached around the first guy and slid his hand up Beth’s thigh. ‘Hey I can’t reach!’ With that the first guy lifted Beth as though she was a rag doll, and threw her across his knees.

He pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties down and started to finger fuck her. Beth’s moans got really loud; she obviously loved this rough treatment. Just then I heard her gagging and choking. I stood up to try to see what was going on but couldn’t quite see, so I went to the row in front and sat turned around. The second guy had her by the hair and was pulling her head up and down on his black cock. Now and then she would gasp for breath as her head came up but on the downward thrust the cock was obviously going deep into her throat.

Just then the first guy stood up and turned sideways on to me as he lined himself up behind Beth, he lifted her up by the hips so her feet were well off the floor and just rammed his cock up her cunt before I could say anything. She was that juiced up that his cock, although quite large, had no trouble entering her cunt.

Just then I felt a tap on the shoulder, it was Dave.

‘Sorry I’m late, had car trouble!’ he said as he sat down. ‘I see you started without me! I thought there was to be no fucking?’

‘I didn’t get much to say about it. I went to the loo thinking it was you in the back row and when I got back this guy was already sucking her tits.’

‘Oh! Sorry, couldn’t be helped.’ He was speaking to me but watching my wife in action in the row behind. Just then the first guy started to moan as he was shooting his cum up my darling Beth’s cunt. A few thrust and he pulled out letting her drop to the floor, wiped his cock with a hanky and turned and left. Dave jumped up and over the seats; he knelt behind Beth and shoved his dick up her cum filled cunt.

‘No point in letting a hot cunt go to waste!’ He said to me as he started to thrust into her in earnest. Just then the second guy started to cum in her mouth. Beth was coughing and spluttering as the guy kept forcing his cock into her throat with each spurt of cum.

When he finished he likewise just stood up and let her drop to the floor. This didn’t put Dave off his stroke as he too added a load of cum up my Beth’s cunt.

I could see other guys taking an interest and gathering around. ‘Dave we better get her out of here before any more men start on her.’

‘OK!’ He replied as he was wiping his cock on Beth’s skirt. We stood her up as best we could. It was as though she were drunk, and half carried her out to the foyer then into the gent’s toilet so that I could make an attempt at cleaning her up a bit.

Dave stood behind her taking her weight and holding up her skirt in front as I knelt in front of her with toilet paper in hand ready to clean her. But I just stared at her red raw cunt with loads of cum oozing out between her luscious pussy lips.

‘Go on!’ said Dave. ‘You know you want to lick it!’

‘Wha…’ I was saying as he eased her forward and her wonderful pussy was right in my face, without even thinking I started licking and slurping away. This action wasn’t wasted on Beth, she stared to moan and her hands reached behind my head and pulled me into her sloppy cunt. I licked and licked and oh the joy I felt hearing her climax in my mouth.

Needless to say, this was the start of many a gangbang. Beth can’t get enough of being ‘Used’ and I love cleaning her up.

We were made for each other.