Probably something she had eaten didn’t agree with her, so they went home. Now here we were, not knowing a soul there. Joan had been drinking a bit and was quite merry. After the meal there was dancing. We had danced a couple of numbers, then I went to the bar to get more drinks and as I returned, a guy was asking Joan to dance.

‘Go ahead!’ I said. ‘It will give me a rest.’ So off they went. I sat watching them as best I could as the lighting had been dimmed and they kept getting swallowed up in the crowed. When Joan returned, she looked rather flushed.

‘Been over doing it?’ I asked. ‘No!’ She replied looking very embarrassed. ‘He kept putting his hands on my bottom.’ Well now, perhaps the evening wasn’t going to be too boring after all. I had often fantasised about watching Joan with another guy but knowing how prudish she is sometimes, I never really thought it would ever happen.

‘And did you like it?’ I asked.

‘I-I don’t know.’ She said, as she blushed even more. Just then another guy came and asked her to dance. She didn’t even wait for me to say anything, she was up and off. This time when she returned to our table, she was breathing hard.

‘I need you!’ She said between breaths. ‘Take me home, I need you!’

She was obviously ‘turned on’ but I didn’t want this evening to end just when it was starting to look good.

‘Come on!’ I said as I took her by the hand and dragged her after me. We went down the passage passed the toilets to the cloakroom. I bundled her inside and switched off the lights. When I got my hand up her short dress, I was surprised to find how soaking wet her panties were. I quickly pulled them off her and spread her legs and buried my face into her neatly trimmed pussy. It only took but a few flicks of my tongue on her clit to have her gasping in orgasm.

“Oh god! I needed that,” she said though gasps for breathe.

“Now tell me what happened on the dance floor?”

“I.. I feel so ashamed. I was letting strange men paw at my body. I’m sorry!,” she said as she started to cry.

“No, no!” I said, in as comforting a way as I could. I had my own problems; my cock was liable to burst at any second.

“It’s OK! It really is. I don’t mind you having a bit of fun.”

“Are you sure? It is all my fault; I’ve had too much to drink. Those men could probably see that and were taking advantage.”

“I think they would have tried their hand whether you were drunk or not. You look so sexy in that short dress, I can’t blame them for being attracted to you.”

“Oh!,” she said, going into her little girl voice. She always does this when she is in a sexy mood. “Do you really think I look sexy?”

“I always think you look sexy. You’re the most gorgeous woman in the world.”

“Oh, you’re just being silly now,” she said, but I could see she was lapping it up.

“Well those two guys who you danced with certainly thought so.”

“Well.. er, there is something you don’t know. You probably couldn’t see as we were on the crowded dance floor but I never finished dancing a full song with one man.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, puzzled but intrigued.

“Other men kept cutting in and each new one was bolder than the last. They were taking more liberties, touching my breasts and rubbing me in the front.”

“In the front? Oh you mean they were playing with your pussy.”

“Oh yes! Do I sound awful saying it was exciting?”

“Not at all. You are a very sexy woman; you will of course get turned on when you’re stimulated. Perfectly natural,” I said, trying to make it sound like the most ordinary thing in the world. God, my dick was really aching now.

“Then the last one actually had his hand inside my panties and I was almost ‘coming’ when the music stopped. That’s when I rushed back to you.”

She had to be drunk to be talking like this in so open a fashion. Sex is something she does enjoy in the bedroom in the dark but she would never talk about it. Another thing she would never do was suck my dick, so I thought that this would be a great time to try to get her to do it, in her drunken condition.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to a kneeling position. She didn’t hesitate when I put my cock to her lips; her mouth opened and swallowed me in fully. I was practically fucking her throat but not for very long as I was too turned on. I held her head as for the first time in our married life; I poured my spunk down her throat. God it was lovely.

She got back up, smiled and kissed me. There wasn’t a trace of cum on her lips as she had swallowed the lot.

“That was nice,” she said. “Why haven’t we done that before?”

I couldn’t believe this was the same woman, she must be really drunk.

“Can I go and dance some more? You know, with some more men?,” she said with a big smile.

“Of course you can, my darling. The more men the better.” My dick was rising again.

“Oh you are good to me,” she almost purred.

As we returned to the main room, someone was just finishing a speech. It was announced that they would now have some entertainment. A black guy and two girls came on and started doing a Limbo dancing act. I sat Joan back at our table and I went off to the bar to get more drinks. I was awhile waiting to be served as everyone else had the same idea, to get drinks whilst the floorshow was on.

I heard the dancer asking for volunteers to have a go at doing the Limbo. I was astonished to see Joan get up and go onto the floor with several other people. As I was returning to our table with the drinks, I suddenly remembered that Joan had left her panties in the cloakroom and she was wearing a very short skirt. I rushed to the dance floor but I was too late, Joan was just going into her turn.

She was bending backwards as far as she could and shuffling under the bamboo pole. I saw a flash as one of the guys took a candid shot of my pantyless wife showing everything, to everybody. I don’t know if it was the flash or just too much drink but just then Joan slipped and fell with a bump. Three guys rushed over to her and made a great show of checking she was OK.

“We’d better take her to the first aid room.”

One of the guys said. So between them, they lifted her up and carried her off. I followed them but by the time I had got out to the lift, the doors were just closing. I had to go back into the main room to ask directions to the first aid room. It was on the floor above and as I came back out into the corridor, I saw another group of men going into the lift. I went up the stairs and as I got there, I could see them disappearing into a room.

The moans grew louder as I approached the first aid room, it had a glass panel in the door that was frosted on the bottom half but I could see clearly through the top half. The men were surrounding my wife and through the occasional gap, I could see that she had been stripped naked and one of the guys was getting between her legs.

As the gap closed, I could see her high heel shoes go up in the air. The guy was obviously putting her legs over his shoulders as he was going to fuck her. I didn’t realise that I had done it but I found myself with my dick in my hand and I was wanking furiously away in time to my wife’s fucking.

The guy groaned as he filled her full of his cum and another guy took his place. I could stand this no longer. I had to get a close up view of my lovely Joan being turned into a slut. I entered the room and as I was pushing my way in, one of the guys said. “Hey! Wait your turn!”

Another guy said. “It’s OK. He’s the husband, let him have a look at his fuckslut.”

A cheer went up at that statement. “OK buddy!,” the first guy said. “Come on in.”

And they all moved a bit so I could squash in. WOW! The full impact of it hit me as I saw my wife with one guy fucking her cunt, another guy fucking her mouth and two guys sucking on her tits. I still had my dick in my hand and it just went off on it’s own. My spunk shot out all over Joan’s stomach.

I lost count of how many times I came. They took turns fucking her cunt and mouth. I think some had a couple of goes at her. Eventually they had all had enough and we were left alone. By this time Joan was really out of it, she had fallen into a drunken slumber.

I set about trying to clean her up. I had found a towel and a cloth and I washed and wiped all the cum of her tits, face and body but something strange happened. As I opened her legs to clean her pussy and I saw her red and swollen cunt lips and the spunk seeping out of her stretched and well used hole, I had the irresistible desire to bury my face into her cunt. To lick and suck it all up.

My dick by this time was red raw and sore but never the less; I once again needed relieve. After I had licked clean all traces of cum from around her cunt, I then, very slowly, sank my dick into her delicious cunt that was filled with who knows how many men’s spunk. The feeling was indescribable. The nearest description I can think of, is ‘warm velvet’. I was hardly moving my dick in and out and I had already shot my load a number of times but just the thought and the feel of my wife having a ‘used cunt’, made me cum once again.

The next day, Joan made no mention of her night of debauchery. Whether she was too embarrassed or just couldn’t remember, I don’t know. I desperately wanted to broach the subject as I wanted for us to do it again. I loved the thought of her being fucked by other men. I was lost in these thoughts as Joan came in with the morning paper.

“Is there any mail?” I asked.

“No, not proper mail. But there is an unstamped hand delivered letter addressed to me,” she replied.

As she opened it, her face went ashen. All of the colour drained away from her face. She just stood there staring at the contents.

“What is it?” I enquired as I rushed over to her. I took the letter from her hand and saw what had effected her so much. It was a photo of her doing the Limbo without panties. A note with it said ‘We all enjoyed Gang Banging you, when can we do it again?’

The photo and message had obviously brought it all back to her. About how slutty she had behaved. She started to cry. I put my arms around her and comforted her and told her not to be upset. It had been a wonderful evening and I had enjoyed it as much as she had. Since then we have had many Gang Bangs. We did it once again with the same group of guys but she finds it far more exciting with strangers.

And so do I!

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.

“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 went to see my professor to plead my case. He held to his position – getting to the exam on time was my responsibility. I hadn’t so I had to pay the price. I begged and pleaded but didn’t budge him. Realizing I’d probably failed a course I expected an A in, I broke down and began to cry. My professor told me to get a grip on myself but I simple sobbed uncontrol- ably. He put his hand on my shoulder and asked how it would look if he let me retake the exam? I sobbed that I wouldn’t tell anyone if he just gave me an hour to finish it. He insisted I would. I sobbed and he whispered that he knew a way he could give me the extra time and guarantee I wouldn’t tell anyone. He told me if I wanted the extra hour to show up at room 12 of a motel about 4 miles from the campus. I suspected my professor thought I’d remain silent if I had to “put out” for him.

He was pretty good looking and I got horny just thinking about sucking and fucking him. I prepared for my final by really dolling myself up. I wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself..and that I got my extra hour. When I knocked on the motel room door, my professor opened it and let me it. I was surprised to find a girl named Melissa from my dorm who’d been having trouble in his class sitting on the bed. She was apprehensive. He said he and his friends wanted to watch us make out. He asked if we could do that. Melissa started to shake her head no, but stopped when he reminded her that she’d fail his course if she didn’t. Now Melissa was one really hot looking babe. She was about 5′4″ with long blonde hair down to her ass and a really nice figure with D cup boobs. My pussy started to get wet thinking of getting a chance to go down on her.

Soon, four guys arrived and we were told to strip and start making out. I put my arms around Melissa to hug and kiss her. She whispered that she’d never done anything like this before. I asked her what choice we had and told her to think of me as her boyfriend. I snaked my tongue into her mouth and began to run my hands over her back and down her curvy ass. I brought them back up under her top and unhooked her bra. She stood passively, her eyes wide open. I whispered for her to close her eyes as I pulled her top over her head and removed her bra. I stuck my mouth to her left boob as if it were a suction cup. She moaned and gasped for breath and I massaged both her grapefruit sized boobs. She got weak in the knees and I helped he fall onto one of the beds. I broke long enough to pull by dress off leaving me wearing only my hose, shoes, and jewelry. I tugged at the snap on Melissa’s pants and managed to get them undone. I tugged them and her panties down to midthigh and buried my face into her sweet pussy. She gasped, muttered a short protest, and finally screamed, pulled my hair as she pushed my head downward as she bucked her hips upward. I eagerly ate he copious flow of nectar and she continued to scream. Somehow, I managed to spin free of her grip, pulled her pants and panties off, and got into the 69 position. She evidently liked what I was doing to her because she began to do it to me. Soon, wave after wave of pleasure broke over our bodies.

When we got back to reality, the five guys were all naked. One guy shoved his cock into my face and seemed really surprised that a little 18 year old can suck that good. I finished off the first guy, I kissed her with my sperm coated tongue. She seemed surprised at the taste but didn’t resist when I guided her to help me doublehead the guy who’d wanted her to blow him. I don’t think I’ll ever forget those big green eyes lighting up when the guy blew his load into her mouth. She eagerly reached for another cock. When I got my next guy hard, I got onto my hands and knees to let him fuck me while I sucked Melissa’s boobs. Somewhere along the way, our professor came over and inserted his cock between Melissa’s boobs and began fucking her tits, while I licked her nipples and his shaft. The guy in my pussy shot off and I got up grabbed the cock of the guy she was blowing, sat on her face and continue sucking where she’d left off.

Melissa may have never done this before, but she was a natural. She had a really hot, wet, slick, fast tongue that got me off several times in only a few minutes. And, she seemed to love getting fucked by one guy while she sucked another. After all the guys were exhausted, they sat and watched Melissa and me do each other some more. We finally showered and left. The next day I finished my exam and claimed my A. I guess Melissa did pretty well on her exam because when the grades were posted, she got an A, too.

The next day we played golf with my old friends and then went to the reunion. We figured we had enough time with my old friends and it was getting lame so we headed out. As we were leaving my wife said lets go to the x-rated movie theater and we headed out.

When we got there we paid and found a place on the side. There were 3-4 other guys there and one other couple. A good porno always turns on my wife and she was definitely feeling it and started rubbing my crotch. I undid my pants and she grabbed my cock and started stroking and sucking me. It was a turn on for both of to know others around us could see my wife sucking me off. She was stroking me fast and it did not take long and I was filling her mouth with my cum. Rather than swallowing it she put her mouth to mine and we exchanged my cum both getting a taste.

As we were kissing a young guy maybe 20 came over and asked what it would take to get a blow job. Without asking my wife I said, “$20 and you have to use a condom.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a $20 and started taking his cock out. It was average size, a little smaller than mine and he rolled on the condom. He leaned against the chair in front of my wife and she reached up and grabbed it and took it into her mouth and started working her oral magic on him and before long said, “Fuck, that feels is great. FUCK you’re good. I’m gonna cum pretty soon…” and I could see his cock twitching and filling the condom in my wife’s mouth.

As soon as he was done another guy about 40-45 was standing there with a $20 bill in his hands and his cock out and a condom on it already. The young kid left and the new guy sat next us, slid forward and my wife did not hesitate to go down on him. She had one knee on the chair and one on the floor and her ass was in the air. Her head was bobbing up and down and my cock was hard again and I could not take it and pulled her dress up and slid her panties to the side and stuck my cock in her soaked pussy.

This was a real turn on, her sucking these guys, and now I was fucking her and it now seemed everyone was watching us and not the movie. The guy said he was going to cum and at about the same time I unloaded into her pussy. Now the young couple, who were in their mid 20’s, was standing next to us and he said asked if his girlfriend could eat the cum out of my wife and my wife said sure and got up and slid down her panties and sat back in the chair.

The young girl dug right in and stuck her tongue into my wife’s pussy and was giving my wife a good tongue lashing. This was the first time a girl had ever gone down on my wife and she was definitely enjoying it and she had an orgasm. The guy then asked how much if he could fuck her. I had no ideal what to say so I said $100. He said what about $50 and I could fuck his girlfriend.

I said ok but he had to wear a condom and I asked if he had another one for me. He gave me one and he started taking off his pants and put one on himself. He tapped his girlfriend on the shoulder and got her out of the way and pulled my wife to him and rammed his cock into her and started fucking her pretty rough.

She did not slow him down and soon she screamed out, “Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh fuck, I’m cummmming!” He kept pounding away on her.

I started kissing his girlfriend and leaned her over the back of the chair and pulled down her pants and slid my cock in from behind. I started fucking her and then she groaned, “Fuck me in the ass stud.”

I pulled out of her pussy and then slowly started to slide it into her ass. She took me easily and I started fucking her ass. This was such as turn on fucking this young hottie in the ass and I told her I was getting ready to cum and she said pull out and cum all over her ass. I pulled out and ripped the condom off and made myself spray all over her firm ass.

I was about spent and now there was a black young black guy standing there with his cock out and had a condom on that seemed way too small for his cock which looked like 8-9 inches. He had a $20 bill and my wife said that cock has to fuck me. He said he did not have any other money and I said $20 is enough. My wife leaned over the chair in from of her and he mounted her from behind and started to slowly slide his cock in.

When he got it all in my wife, she moaned in pleasure and said, “Fuck that feels like it’s going to split me in half. Fuck me hard and fast with that horse cock.”

He did not have to be asked twice and he started fucking her as fast as he could pumping it in and out and she came again and then he said he was going to cum and he buried it one last time and I could see he was filling the condom to capacity. My wife said she did think she could move after that. Her ass and used pussy were there for everyone to see.

The guy that fucked her first was hard again and asked if he could fuck her in the ass this time. I said $200 and he looked at his girlfriend and said pay him and suck him off he wants. I was not ready for her so she turned to the black guy who was hard and ready and she started fucking him. She gave me the $200 and then he got behind my wife and slid two fingers in her pussy and then started working them into her ass.

My wife had only let me fuck her twice in the ass and not for maybe 5 years. He was easily sliding in and out the two fingers and she was ready for his cock. He slowly started to work it in and then started fucking her ass until he came in the condom in her ass. When he pulled out her ass was still looking for more so I slid in and started fucking her in the ass and I unloaded deep in her ass.

My wife and I were pretty well spent and got dressed. The other girl was now the center of attention and we headed out.

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.

While he looked admiringly at the breasts just revealed, caressing their curves with his eyes, the black girl to his right shuffled the cards for the next round of their game. So far, it was just plain strip poker, but the girls, when they persuaded him to join them, had promised him some interesting variations later…

It was late at night, he had just been about to leave the party when the four girls had come up to him. They were the only people still in the house, all the other guys having left already. After some embarrassed giggling and shuffling among the girls, none of whom looked more than twenty or so, a year or two younger than he was, a tall blonde asked him if he wanted to play strip poker with them.

He hesitated briefly, wondering what they were up to. Apart from the hostess, a petite brunette named Miriam, with long, curly hair and large breasts, he didn’t know any of the girls. They all appeared fairly drunk, and in a mood for mischief. But the blonde, seeing his hesitation, stepped closer, and, putting her arms around him, promised him a real interesting game. He could fell her pointed breasts rubbing against his chest, and, controlled by the immediate reaction between his legs, he heard himself say yes.

The five of them went into the living room and sat down on the soft carpet covering the floor. The hostess, sitting on his left, brought a pack of cards and started shuffling them. To his right was the black girl, and next to her the golden-skinned, vaguely oriental girl with the long dark hair. The blonde sat between the hostess and the oriental, completing the circle. After he had cut the cards, they all got five cards each, and the game started.

The black girl immediately lost the first two rounds, but all that cost her was a pair of socks. “That’s not fair, Jessie,” complained the blonde, “both I and Mi Ling were barefoot from the start.”

“So? Too late now, Anna, should’ve said that before we started. Besides, you’re wearing a bra, and I’m not.” And it was quite evident that she wasn’t, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her blouse. “And how about you, Miriam, what do you have under that fancy dress of yours?”

Miriam was wearing a short, red, off-the-shoulders dress, with black pantyhose covering her legs. “Soon enough you’ll know,” she said. “Let’s get on with it now, I want to see some action. Come on, John, you deal.”

He did, and the game went one. In the next few rounds, he rapidly lost both his socks and his shirt. Jessie offered to help him with the shirt, and he let her do it, stroking the hair on his chest while unbuttoning. He then reciprocated when she lost her shorts, taking the opportunity to feel her ass through the lacy pants. Also Mi Ling had to take off her jeans, but declined his offer to help, and Miriam lost her pantyhose.

Mi Ling lost again… He tried not to stare too obviously when she took hold of her t-shirt and started to lift it, her slender hands revealing a widening band of golden skin around her waist. But she noticed his glance anyway, and returned a smile at the same time shy and inviting.

Next, Anna lost for the first time. With a smile, she reached under her skirt and pulled down her pants, giving him a brief glimpse of long slender thighs and just a hint of blond curly hair, before the skirt fell down again. She then lost twice more in succession, first taking off her blouse, then moving over to him, asking him to unclasp her bra. He reached around to her back, opened it, and slid it forwards with his hands underneath, feeling the smooth, silky texture of her skin under his fingertips.

But when his hands approached the round curves of her breasts, she quickly moved back out of his reach, saying, “Look but not touch, Johnny – or not yet, at least.” She shook her shoulders, making the bra fall to the floor, riveting his eyes to the movements of her proud, naked breasts, the small, hard, red nipples making a nice contrast with the pale creamy skin.

And now it was Jessie’s turn to show what caused the strain on her blouse buttons. She slowly undid one button after the other, and when all were open she turned to John with an inviting smile.

He put his hands inside her blouse, around her waist, and then moved them slowly upwards, stopped for a moment cupping the swellings of her breasts, with his thumbs on her nipples. Then he let his hands continue, softly over her generous breasts and on upwards, sliding the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. He held her hands for a moment, then moved his hands back to her waist, leaned forward, and kissed first one nipple, then the other.

She did not draw back, so he continued kissing and nibbling until her breathing quickened. But Miriam interrupted them; “Hey, time enough for that later! First we’re going to play the pants off you, big boy.”

True to her word, when it was her turn again she dealt him a losing hand, but before that her own pants had come off from under her skirt. Now, wearing only her short dress, with nothing but her round, firm body underneath, she knelt before him and told him to stand up. He did so, and she started to undo his trousers. Before she could pull them down, he felt several more hands sliding inside the waistband.

Anna had moved up next to Miriam, and Jessie stood behind him, her warm, bare breasts pressing against his back, her hands feeling his ass through his shorts. “We want some fun too,” Anna said as she slid her fingers inside his fly, moving her fingertips along his hard dick. The joint efforts of three pairs of hands finally got his trousers off, his dick pushing against the restraint of the boxer shorts he was wearing underneath.

“Now it’s time to explain the next phase of the game,” declared Jessie.

John looked at her expectantly, curious about what ‘real interesting game’ he was in for.

“Up to now, the loser’s just had to undress. But what happens if you’re already stark naked and you lose again?”

While listening to her, he let his gaze wander downwards, over her round breasts with their erect nipples, down to the still concealed patch between her legs, and up to her breasts again.

“What happens is that you draw another card, and count around the circle to your right, until you reach the number on the card. If it’s your first naked penalty spend exactly one minute kissing whoever sits at that spot. Just kissing, mind you, no necking and fondling. And the second time, you count again, and that person may touch you anywhere with her hands, while you just stand completely passive. Third, he or she may use tongue and mouth on you. And if you lose a fifth time…” she looked John straight in the eyes, “…you pick a person of the opposite sex, anybody you want, who may do with you anything she wants.”

“And what if I lose again?” John asked.

“Then everybody jumps on top of you and stay there until you’ve satisfied them all.”

John felt a mounting excitement as he dealt the cards for the next round. He looked around at the four girls, Miriam in her red dress, with a mischievous smile on her lips and Anna, in her skirt but topless. Mi Ling was also topless, still looking a bit shy, younger and perhaps less experienced than the others… she met his eyes and he smiled at her, receiving a soft, appealing smile in return before she looked away. Jessie, finally, her eyes frankly inviting, looked appreciatively up and down his body just as he did with hers.

When they showed their cards, Miriam giggled “Looks like this is it…” She stood up facing him. He rose as well, put his hands on her shoulders, and slowly pulled down her dress. It slid easily downwards, spilling out her perfect high round breasts… she stood perfectly still, just shivering slightly as he grazed his lips over her nipples. Then he pulled the dress further down, over her hips. A bush of curly dark hair peeked over the edge.

He let his mouth follow the dress, breathing softly on her snatch as it was gradually revealed. Released, the dress fell, and he cupped the cheeks of her ass in his hands, gently kneading them as he kept up the light breeze on her pussy, feeling her musky aroma. She moaned softly, moving her hips towards him. But he released his grip and sat down again. With the promise of more to come, he was in no hurry.

Anna was the next. She stood up, undid her tight skirt, and pulled it down over her hips in one brisk motion, and then sat down again. Her pubic hair was blond as well, thin and silky. The next round Miriam lost again. “Oh my!” she exclaimed, drawing a card from the pack. It was a two.

She counted, “John one, Jessie two… come one, Jessie.”

The two girls leaned forward, across John, their lips meeting and joining for a deep kiss. The two pairs of heavy breasts were swaying just a few inches from his face, occasionally touching. But ‘no fondling’ was the rule of the moment, tempting as it was to just reach out and grab a double handful. The girls broke their kiss after the requisite minute, both slightly out of breath.

And now it was John’s turn to lose his pants. Jessie was chosen for the honor. She put her hands inside his shorts, taking a firm hold of his dick and releasing it from captivity. She pulled his shorts further down, herself kneeling at the same time, letting her full breasts slide over his raging hard-on, ending up with her lips around it for a quick kiss. “Ooooh, look at that,” exclaimed Miriam. “I can’t wait to get my hands on it!”

“Just your hands, Miriam?” asked Anna teasingly.

But John wasn’t paying attention to them; he was looking at Mi Ling, who sat transfixed, staring straight at his erect member, unable to tear her eyes away from it, a look of desire mixed with apprehension on her face. She was still staring intently while the next round was played, and didn’t look up until Jessie told her, “Snap out of your dreams, Mi Ling… you lost. Time for some strip-tease.”

Mi Ling hesitated, started to pull down her pants, then changed her mind and walked over to John. She stood shivering in front of him, not looking him in the eyes. He gently reached out to her, put his hands around her waist, and pushed them lower, under her white pants, pulling them down slowly, carefully.

She stood naked before him, her long, dark hair cascading down her back. Just the faintest wisp of black hair covered her pussy, the thin, rose-colored lips clearly visible. Still not looking at him, she hesitantly reached out and touched his penis, then quickly withdrew her hand and sat down again.

John checked his breathing. Mi Ling’s golden skin and slender body, as well as her evident timidity, were an irresistible combination. He just had to have her, before the night was over. But for now he had to content himself with looking, and wait for the fortunes of the game to bring him his opportunity.

In the next round, John was the loser, if loser was the right word at this stage. He drew his card, got an eight, and counted around the circle, ending up with Anna. She stood up and joined him for the kiss, pressing her body against his, french-kissing him intensively for the entire minute. His hard-on throbbed as it was squeezed against the smooth skin of her stomach.

Miriam was next. She looked flushed and excited as she drew her card, a ten, and counted – then her expression changed into a puzzled frown, “But I count back to myself! Now what am I supposed to do?”

“Exactly as the rules say,” replied Jessie, “for one minute you must touch and caress the person your card indicates. So go ahead and touch yourself, Miriam, right where it will do the most good.”

Miriam blushed, she was obviously not in the habit of masturbating in public, but as she lay down on her back, and slowly caressed her stomach and breasts, she couldn’t hide her pleasure.

John watched, fascinated, as she moved one hand further down, spreading her legs and giving him a good look at her pussy before her hand reached her most sensitive parts, and a loud moan escaped from her lips.

When the minute was up, Jessie had to forcibly interrupt her and remove her hand, telling her, “Our pleasures are rationed, my dear – that’s part of the game.” After one last cry of pleasure mixed with frustration, Miriam sat up and tried to restore some decorum to her flushed and sweaty face.

Then it was time for Jessie to strip off her pants. She got to her feet, pulled them down slowly, an inch at a time, standing with her pussy right in front of John’s face, almost within reach of his tongue. He could smell her juices, strongly. This girl was hot!

She stood there nude; with her legs spread wide, proudly displaying her splendid body. Her hips thrust forward, towards his face, and he grabbed her well- shaped ass and buried his tongue in her bush. “Oh no, none of that. Rationed pleasures, right!” said Miriam, interrupting them. Jessie pulled back, shamefacedly, and sat down. But John could hear her heavy breathing, and he still had her taste on his tongue.

Next, Anna got to kiss Miriam, with considerable ardor, and Jessie drew a kiss with John. This time she was careful to stay within the rules, with a plain kiss, but whispered soft words to him, a promise of more to come. For her second nude penalty, Anna drew John.

He told her to stand facing away from him, and proceeded to press his hard-on against her shapely posterior, bringing his hands around and up front, holding and caressing her breasts. Her breathing got faster as he brought one hand downwards, leaving the other one playing with a nipple.

He gently touched her soft, blond curls, continued down, feeling the silky skin on the inside of her thighs, brought his hand upwards again, spreading her legs apart, touching her lips, feeling her wetness, probing carefully with one finger between the labia, withdrawing again and releasing her completely as Jessie called time.

Mi Ling drew Miriam for her kiss. Clearly not what she wanted, she checked the count twice and then just gave her a minimal cool kiss with closed lips. Then she lost again right away, and this time she had better luck with her draw. She stood in front of John, facing him boldly as he reached out and embraced her, gave her the kiss she wanted, while caressing her back, down over her pert little ass, gently massaging the cheeks.

She melted into his embrace with a soft sigh, pressed the entire length of her body against his, slowly moving her hips. He just held her gently like this for a moment, then reluctantly released her, took a step backwards, and placed his hands on her shoulders, admiring her lithe, elegant beauty. He then moved his hands downwards, caressing every inch of golden skin, her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs and slender legs, down to her feet. When he finished she was trembling, but she sat down again without a sound.

John had trouble controlling his own breathing now, and his cock was hot and throbbing. This game was tremendously exciting, and at the same time s-o-o frustrating. Surrounded by four beautiful naked girls, but allowed to take pleasure with them only in carefully measured portions, he felt excitement and expectation mounting a step at a time… mounting a big step in the next round, as John lost, and drew Jessie as ‘handler’.

She told him to lie flat on his back, and he could barely keep from crying out loud as she applied her expert hands to his balls and dick. Then the roles were reversed in the next round, with John giving Jessie a treat, rubbing her mound with his hand, down between the labia to play with her clit, eliciting a loud moan, then further down with first one, then two fingers entering her moist hole. She squirmed under his hands, jutting her hips upwards, and kept on panting and moving for a long while even after he had to withdraw.

Then Mi Ling drew Miriam again, and looked even more unhappy about it this time. But Miriam gently told her to lie down on her back, close her eyes, and relax. She then proceeded to treat Mi Ling’s pussy with soft kisses, and when she started to use her tongue, licking and blowing on her clit, Mi Ling couldn’t hold back any longer, but started to make soft mewling sounds of pleasure. Then Anna got to give Miriam the same treatment, and Miriam was a lot less restrained in her vocalizations, gasping and crying out every time Anna’s tongue touched her sensitive spots.

“Let Mi Ling lose again now…” John thought, while the next round was played, “then I get to make love to her. But of course, if Miriam loses, I can screw her instead, and if I lose myself, one of these chicks is going to suck my cock…. not such a bad deal, whichever way it goes – if all goes well I’ll get to fuck every one of them before the games over…”

Jessie lost now, and Anna gave her a good dose of cunnilingus. Then it was John’s turn, and Miriam settled down on his chest as he laid back on the floor, lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock, and started giving him head, with her lips going up and down the shaft, her tongue playing around the head of his cock.

While she was sucking him, she pushed her ass towards his face, in a clear invitation to reciprocate. With her warm and wet pussy beckoning with glistening lips just inches from his mouth, he didn’t hesitate but put his hands on her hips, pulled her down, and spread her lips with his tongue. He didn’t have to lick her for more than a few second before she came, violently, shaking all over, her screams barely muffled by his dick still in her mouth.

Then, finally, came the moment he had been waiting for – Mi Ling. When she realized what she had coming, she let out a small sigh, lay down on the floor, and closed her eyes. He stood up, his proud dick rising rock-hard straight out from his loins.

Looking up and down her beautiful, slim body, so nude and vulnerable on the floor, he carefully spread her legs, knelt between them, leaned forward and kissed her. Then he lowered his cock towards her pussy, first with the tip touching just the soft hair, then in between the lips, up and down along the cleft, and finally, when she started moving her hips beneath him, and he could feel juices flowing from her moist hole, he pushed inwards, penetrating her first with the head, then with his entire long, thick shaft in one stroke.

She cried out and put her arms around him, pulling him closer, deep inside her. Her pussy was tight around his cock, as he slowly moved it in and out, her hips following his movements, a moan common from her lips at every stroke. As he increased the pace, her moans became louder and louder, changing into pure cries of joy and pleasure as she came in a shuddering orgasm.

As he pulled out, she lay back panting, her chest heaving. He looked around the room, and found the other three girls all watching intently. “Had fun?” asked Jessie, one hand moving between her legs, “Don’t spend yourself all at once, please, we want some part of that too…” pointing at his throbbing dick, shiny wet with Mi-Ling’s juices.

In the next round Jessie got her wish, as she ‘lost’, and of course picked John for her pleasure. “Take me, fuck me from behind!” she told him as she stood on hands and knees, her legs spread wide, her red pussy lips open and inviting between the dark brown cheeks of her full, round ass.

He did not hesitate a second, but grabbed her hips and with one violent motion thrust his rigid penis deep inside her hot, wet hole. She let out a long deep cry of pleasure as he banged into her pussy, her excitement mounting rapidly as he stroked her cunt deep and hard. It took him less than a minute to bring her to orgasm, but still he was saving himself, there were more pussies in the room waiting for him…

When John lost the next time, he recalled Jessie’s words “Then everybody jumps on top of you, and stay there until you’ve satisfied them all,” as the four girls advanced on him, and pushed him down flat on his back.

Miriam was first, straddling his hips as she lowered her pussy onto his erect member, until he was engulfed in her warm wetness. Anna brought her cunt to his face, and obscured his vision of everything but her blond curls, as he slipped his tongue between her labia, into her vagina. But he could feel hands fondling all parts of his body, and knew the other girls were not idle.

Miriam was still moving rapidly up and down his dick, her fluttering pussy lips driving him wild. He stretched out his hands, and found soft, smooth skin with both. On one side, a muscular thigh, higher up moist curly hair, where he kept his hand, massaging the mound underneath. With the other hand he encountered another hand, smaller and slimmer than his. He squeezed it for a moment, and then continued upwards, along a slender arm, down to a smallish breast, caressing it, tweaking the erect nipple.

The girls changed places several times, never leaving his dick or tongue unoccupied for more than seconds. He’d lost count of the number of female orgasms he’d felt or heard, and the girls were all a blur in his mind, he was surrounded by a single female body, with four pussies, eight hands, four mouths and eight breasts.

His throbbing cock was on fire, he couldn’t understand why he hadn’t come long ago, when finally, driven by the new tight pussy enveloping his shaft to the hilt, he felt the familiar tightening of his loins, and spurted his seed deep into his current rider. Then all went black…

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.