The Cottage

Last year, I was recruited by a large international company based in London. The package that they offered me was too good to turn down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working tour of the resorts it owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the prospect and we lined up her parents to watch the teenagers for the five week trip.

Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have three teenagers, Jessica (12), Todd (9), and Mike (6). We are both 34 and fight the battle against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular fashion. At 5’4″ Sondra carries a hard, firm body with beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim waist and absolutely marvelous, large, high, round breasts on a perfect 108 pound frame. Always the perfect “lady,” bordering on “prim and proper,” I was looking forward to seeing her in the tiny bikinis and revealing one- piece bathing suits she had purchased for our trip. I had especially enjoyed closely examining the results of her major “bikini-wax” treatment, that left only a short, narrow “Mohawk” of auburn hair around her pink pussylips.

The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops on several islands. Our first accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage, with all the luxuries one could ask for. My duties were light, consisting of being introduced to the management staff and attending a few business meetings, and Sondra spent her free time sunning and shopping.

On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra putting on quite an erotic show for four college guys, 18 or 19 years old, who were on Spring Break and staying at the cottage next to ours. I had entered the house from the front (which was the second story in the back) and, as I walked out on to the deck, the sight before me froze me in my tracks. To my utter surprise and disbelief, my normally prudish wife was lying on the chaise lounge, sunbathing in the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact that from my high vantage point, I could see four boys avidly staring through the separating fence at my wife’s lush charms. What I didn’t know, but soon found out, was that Sondra was aware of her audience. I faded back out of obvious sight to watch.

Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began to smooth suntan lotion on her naked body. She glistened in the sun from the oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her large breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach and on to and between her thighs. Over the next hour, Sondra turned several times, making sure her audience saw all of her, and once more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil.

My cock had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started to lightly caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping the boys from doing the same.

Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the boys and bent at the waist to pick up her towel, giving them the perfect shot of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the outside shower and began the most sensuous shower imaginable, lathering up her magnificent body and caressing her nipples and cunt.

As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to meet her as she entered the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and immediately looked guilty. I took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her performance on the patio. She blushed and looked down. The lump was obvious in my pants.

“Justin, will you please fuck me? Right now?”
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Jennifer Me and The Dancing Bears

Here I was in the middle of a Bachelorette Party dancing naked in front of and among dozens of young and middle aged women. All were trying to grab my erect cock or my bare ass. When they did they stroked me up and down or proceeded to slide their lips around it and suck on it or run their hands all over my body. Between the two Viagra I had taken and the manhandling I was sporting an enormous erection that curved to the left. The circumcised tip was a bright purple from being so engorged with blood for so long. Also the fact that my cock is 10 inches long and 2 inches thick was attracting a great deal of attention from the ladies.

Mind you, I wasn’t the only naked male among these wild women. I had three companions, but I was the only amateur. The other three, Jerry, Tronzell and Vince, were professionals. They belonged to a company known as the Dancing Bears and this is what they did for a living. They would show up at clubs, halls, or homes where women were having celebrations: a pending marriage, a successful divorce, or just plain fun. They wanted to include some sexually oriented entertainment in their celebration. The name was a play on words: Dancing Bears meaning really Dancing Bares. And naked they got… right away… despite whatever headpieces and costumes they started out with. The women wanted male nudity and nude entertainment. They especially wanted big naked male cocks and well-built bodies to play with.

So, how had I gotten this job? My wife, Jennifer, had signed me up. It was one of her best friends, Marie, who was putting this bachelorette party together for one of her other friends who was about to be married. The future bride, Morgan, had never had a wild day in her life, and she had been talked into having a wild bachelorette party as one last fling before she got married. A hall had been reserved for all of her female friends along with alcohol and other refreshments. A DJ had been hired to play dance party music. And a line of sexually oriented gifts had been purchased to embarrass the bachelorette.

Marie and my wife, Jennifer had discovered the Dancing Bears via the Internet. Seeing some video footage sealed the deal. They were out to show Morgan and their other friends an awesome bachelorette party. They hired four of the Dancing Bears and interested many of their friends in coughing up the bucks to make this happen. Two days before the Saturday night fling, however, one of the Bears got injured and couldn’t perform. The women had paid for four men and wanted four naked men.

Now you have to know that both Jennifer and I have entertained fantasies of participating in amateur stripping contests. I was finally able to talk Jen into going down to a local strip club and taking all of her clothes off in front of the wildly cheering male audience. She had told me that after she got into the music and the crowd wildly cheering her on she thoroughly enjoyed all the admiring attention as one by one pieces of her clothing dropped to the stage. And she was surprised at how much she got into the raucous attention and the excitement; she just stopped feeling anxious about her body. At the end of her performance she actually laid on her back and spread her legs wide so that every guy got a good look at her pink pussy. She had said it was a total rush. She even enjoyed the touches and grabs from the male audience as she stepped off the stage and headed through them to the dressing room nude.

I, on the other hand, hadn’t screwed up enough courage to go to a local strip club for women and participate in a similar amateur strip contest. So Jen just signed me up to take the place of the missing Dancing Bear. She contacted Jerry, the lead dancer, and he agreed to take me on for the night. He says they’ve had volunteers before, usually male friends of the women enjoying the show. The women and the guys liked the naughtiness of fooling around with someone they knew but normally didn’t play with. There’s no pay for the volunteers, but they would supply the costume, plenty of Viagra and a cock ring if needed (they don’t want to disappoint the ladies with a flaccid penis).

Because of the short two-day notice I was invited by Jerry to practice at a dance studio at which the guys practiced. The bachelorette party was going to be the next night so I had to get ready in a hurry. I asked what to bring and Jerry said nothing; after all I was going to dance nude. When I got there I discovered that Tronzell and Vince were there too. Jerry was a blond Nordic-looking guy, Tronzell was a muscular black guy, and Vince or Vinnie was a muscular dark Italian guy. To my surprise there were a bunch of college girls who had been using the dance studio for cheerleading exercises. Jerry had invited them to stay and watch. Jerry wanted me to get over being self-conscious quickly.

We all stripped and changed in front of these girls, who let out catcalls while we got naked. Jerry handed me a thin nylon g-string to slip on and a bear’s head and bear’s costume. I watched the three guys bump and grind their way over to the girls. The girls hooted and hollered as the guys gyrated up to them. One of the girls ran over to the studio door and locked it and pulled down the shades. With the proper confident attitude and a willingness to engage the women as if they wanted to fool around, Vince, Tronzell, Jerry and even I were soon naked with the college girls playing with our cocks, kissing us, rubbing their bodies against us and a few even volunteering to suck on our dicks. In a large group like that the women seemed to lose their normal inhibitions and were willing to play around sexually; they would egg each other on. I was pleasantly surprised that women in a group behaved like men did at a strip club.

I soon learned you didn’t have to be a Baryshnikov to inspire these girls into doing things…just the right attitude and a big cock. The girls seemed to enjoy stroking my cock and the other guys’ cocks to see if they could get them hard. And when it got hard they seemed to find it hard to keep their hands, tongues, and lips off of my cock. One girl even tried to get me to cum by sucking on me and jacking me real fast. I almost did but resisted at the last minute before cumming into her mouth by doing my Kegel squeezes.

I found out later from Jerry that cumming is fine but it can spoil the show as your cock gets softer. The women want a show of large hard cocks. He said during shows he’s had women suck his cum down, have him spray it on their tits, spray it on their face, and even fuck their pussies. When I heard that last one I was surprised. He said, “You’ll be surprised how aroused and out of control women can get at our shows when they’re the majority and all riled up. It’s a rush as long as they don’t hurt you in the process, like biting your dick or grabbing it too hard. And the older women who have been married or in long term relationships are even wilder; they’re the ones who’ll get naked and fuck you. They get a look at the 10 “dick of yours, compare it to their old man’s, and they just got to try out yours and put it inside of ’em.”

Jennifer had told me that it could get kind of wild at the strip clubs that had male dancers to entertain women, but I never heard her say anything about the women themselves going that far. I was looking forward to Saturday night’s bachelorette party but a little leery since Jennifer would be there too and might have a problem with me fucking someone in front of her. But I figured, hey, she had signed me up for this job. In retrospect I didn’t have much to be concerned about. That night was a lesson for me in my wife’s own sexual needs and how she satisfied them away from me.

So it’s Saturday night. Vince, Jerry, Tronzell, and I are all getting suited up in the Dancing Bear outfits in a room off the main hall. Through the walls I can hear the music playing and the DJ entertaining the ladies. Every so often I hear wild screaming as the ladies either laugh or call out at something the DJ has said or done or something one of them has done or said. I’m finding it difficult to keep my dick in the nylon thong without causing myself pain. I’ve taken two Viagra; I don’t know what dosage that Jerry gave me and my dick has popped to attention. Jerry, seeing me having problems, just tells me to forget the thong. He hands me an elastic bow tie to put around my neck. He says that little bit of clothing turns the women on. He also hands me one to loop around the base of my cock and balls.

Jerry disappears for a second and we soon hear the DJ announcing the Dancing Bears. I run out with the other guys and most of the women go wild, cheering for us. I start working my way through the crowd. Within minutes a gorgeous, short, Jewish-looking brunette with very tan skin lifts her skirt up and grinds her ass into my groin. My cock gets stiffer and she can feel it through the bear costume as I poke her in the ass with it. She calls over another girl who looks similar to her and the both of them are rubbing themselves against me. Now I grab their hips and faux fuck them in the ass. My hands slid down into their panties in the front and I can feel pubic hair. Neither sister objects to this. Instead they invite a third girl over who proceeds to find the zipper on my costume and tug it down.

From the loud conversation I am able to glean that their names are Myra, Ruby, and Gwen. Gwen is a statuesque black woman with a short curly Afro, reddish brown skin, and hazel eyes. She is bitchin’ beautiful. She’s wearing a knit top and a short skirt and shaking her booty to the music. She soon has my chest exposed and is sucking one of my nipples. She also pushes the zipper down further and I soon feel her fingers snake around my hard cock.

“Oooh, girls, he’s naked under here.” Myra and Ruby move on either side of me and work the bear costume off of my shoulders while Gwen unzips the rest of it. And just like that it’s around my feet on the floor and I’m naked except for my little bow ties and my costume bear head.

Now Myra lifts her skirt up again, baring her ass, and backs up into my exposed cock and begins rubbing her thonged pussy up against it. She grabs the head of my now fully 10″ cock and begins to rock her ass back and forth on it. I have to crouch at the knees so she doesn’t rub me raw on the synthetic material of her thong panties and so she doesn’t yank my dick out of wack. She ain’t gentle; she’s just horny and rough.

In order to steady myself I grab Myra around the waist and lift her up in order to try and control the action. This just puts momentary space between our genitals. When my cock pushes back up between her legs she has pushed her panties aside and my cock slides against wet pussy lips and then slips inside of her vagina. Very quickly she cries out, “Oh, go-o—o-d!” and cums. I haven’t been inside of her but a few seconds and she’s already having an orgasm… and this in front of her friends. What a mental rush to do that to some stranger.

Myra recovers and hollers out to her table of friends, “I’ve been fucked by a bear.” She’s laughing and rubbing herself down there, not embarrassed at all.

Her sister, Ruby, follows suit, but in her case she actually removes her thong panties and tosses them to the floor. I aggressively grab her by the waist and by rubbing my hot, hard cock against her pussy lips and her clit in rhythm to the music, I soon have her pussy all soft and wet and before I know it I’m in. Once again I’m fucking a young woman in front of her friends with no protection and she’s fucking loving it. Ruby lasts a little longer, but no more than a minute of me sliding my big cock in and out of her. She’s soon crying, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, god, I’m cumming,” and I feel her pussy grab my cock hard in an orgasmic spasm and I have to steady her from falling to the floor.

As I steady Ruby and slide my cock out of her, I look over at the other guys. I seem to have chosen a wild bunch. The other guys are dancing in front of and with other women, but no one is naked like I am. I don’t see Jennifer. There are at least 40 women at this party and the lights are dimmed except for the flashing lights from the DJ.

My attention is drawn back to the women in front of me and by the feel of something cold on my cock. It’s whipped cream and Gwen, the black woman, is running a line of it the length of my cock. She sets the can down and telling her girlfriends, “I don’t want to taste pussy; I want cock and whipped cream!” She slides her lips over the head of my cock and begins sucking on it. Her mouth can’t go down the full 10″ but she tries as I feel my cock slide down her throat. Another blond girl comes up, Tricia, and she tandems me with Gwen. Gwen sucks on the head while Tricia’s tongue licks the whipped cream off of my cock, balls, and belly. Then they switch places and Tricia’s mouth slides up my cock while Gwen licks my cock like a Popsicle and actually sucks each of my shaved balls into her mouth.

What a rush!!! I didn’t think my cock could get harder or swell any further but it did. Tricia’s deep-throating me was about to cause me to blow my load in her mouth. I didn’t want to do that so early in the show and disappoint the other ladies. I pushed back on Tricia’s head and disengaged Gwen from my balls and waded into the tables. Some of the quieter women I taunted with my cock until they were encouraged by their table mates to either stroke my cock or take it in their mouths. My ass was tingling from all the contact with my cock and for a while there I was riding on the edge of spraying my load over some horny lady.

Among the tables were some older women, in their 30’s and 40’s. Some of the ladies dragged me over to someone they identified as Morgan’s mother. Morgan was the bride in whose honor this bachelorette party was taking place. I’m not sure what type of woman Nilda was, but her friends were putting a lot of pressure for her to touch my dick. She was resistant so I changed my tack. I took off my bear’s head so I just had my Zorro mask on, leaned down and kissed Nilda on her face, neck and ears and then on the mouth while running my hands over her body. You know…the more romantic approach. I then lifted her up in my arms and, cradling her, kissed her again. This time she responded with tongue. I carried her over to some couches along the wall which weren’t so lit up. Some of Nilda’s friends followed to see what would happen.

There while raining kisses over her face and down her neck I began to unbutton her blouse. She didn’t stop me and her mature but firm body slowly but surely became exposed. I spent a great deal of time kissing her chest, her breasts, and then suckling each nipple. She didn’t object when I began to unbuckle her slacks and actually assisted me by lifting her hips off the sofa as I pulled off her slacks and panties. Now I tongued her pussy and her clit until she was flowing and engorged and then running my lips back up her body and to her mouth, I fucked her right in front of her friends.

She fucking loved my 10″ cock sliding around inside of her. She may have loved her husband, but all the booze and the taunts from her girlfriends and my sexy treatment of her broke down any inhibitions she had. She fucked me good. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pressed herself tightly to my body and rode her pussy through two successive orgasms. Her older girlfriends were laughing their asses off to see modest Nilda fucking a stranger for all she was worth. Here this was her daughter’s bachelorette party and she was the one getting her pussy off, all butt naked and screaming like a little girl in heat.

After her second orgasm and not wanting this to get boring for the others, I kissed her and told her I was going to slide out. She got a pouty look on her face and then an embarrassed grin as she realized after the excitement of her orgasms that she was butt naked and fucking a stranger in front of her friends and her daughter’s friends. I leaned in, kissed her face, and told her, “Nilda, you were incredible.” I lifted myself up from her so I could gaze at her body underneath me and added, “And you’re beautiful. Look at you!!” I then slowly slid my cock out and helped her get dressed, except for her panties; those I asked for as a souvenir of our moments together. She appreciated the request. I tacked her bikini cotton panties up on the wall with a tack and with a flourish told the other women, “Give Nilda a hand, ladies.” She got all red-faced and returned to her seat. The friends her age patted her on the back and inquired how it was and treated her like a hero. She beamed with joy.

Now I looked up and noticed that two of the other dancers were now naked except for their bear heads. Although the lights were dim it looked like Nordic-looking Jerry was porking a woman on the little stage in front of the DJ. He was doing a number on her from what I could see. I watched even though several of the women around me were sampling my cock with their mouths, working themselves up to do what Nilda had dared to do and what that girl on the stage was doing. Although the girl had gone up on the stage with her blouse and skirt on I guess the pleasure that Jerry was roundly giving her bottomside had prompted her to want to get naked and feel Jerry’s whole body. As the girl’s legs wrapped around Jerry’s hips Jerry helped her get out of her clothes and then he removed his bear head. That’s when I noticed that the woman on the stage was my wife Jennifer.

She told me later that in the light, my light brown pubic hair and Jerry’s dark blonde pubic hair looked the same. His own 10″ cock also looked the same. She figured it was me but with the noise she couldn’t ask if it was me. Once she got on the stage and got so aroused that she came once and was on her way to another orgasm she didn’t care when Jerry removed his bear head, and she saw it was another man fucking her…not me. Jerry told me later, not knowing who she was to me, that Jenny was a fucking tiger cat and got all creamy between the legs. He thoroughly enjoyed fucking her and they finished up doing it doggy style so he could finger her clit and make her cum that much more intensely. He also said he met her later on in the evening near the sofas and fucked her again, once with her on top which allowed him to sink deeper into her warm, wet pussy, and then at her begging, up the ass. He had never fucked a customer in the ass before. Jenny’s ass took his cock in fairly easily as if she had been fucked there before. I didn’t know it then but during the massages my wife gets paid for she was giving special happy endings to male and female customers. Some of the women liked to pretend and strap on a dildo and take Jenny from behind. The tips are great for our income. As Jerry fucked Jenny in the ass she asked him to blow his load up her ass and he complied. He said she came and came and came the whole time he was ejaculating inside my wife. She shuddered so violently and let out such a cry that he thought at first he had hurt her. Then he had to hang on for dear life as she almost bucked him off the couch with her own long quivering orgasm. She thanked him profusely and even cleaned some of his cum off of his cock with her tongue even though it had been up her own ass.

Tronzell knew who Jerry was talking about and piped up that that same girl, Jenny, the white girl with the slender body and the brown hair, had sucked his cock until he exploded with a huge load of jism. She swallowed all of it and kept sucking his cock until he was hard again. Then he saw her lean over to a short, brown haired, girl named Marie and kiss her. They had apparently made an agreement to share one of the guy’s jism if they got any. Tronzell said, “This was the wildest bunch of women I’ve ever danced for. What a great night!!”

Near the end of the show, Jennifer and Marie gathered us dancers together and said that Morgan, the bride-to-be, was ready to be fucked by all of us on the stage as the pinnacle to her wild evening. I was surprised. From what Jenny had told me Morgan didn’t seem to be the kind of girl who participated in random, wanton sex. Jenny later told me that Morgan began to lighten up at the party after a few drinks and seeing many of her friends sucking on strangers’ cocks, but what really surprised her and made her literally shed her clothes for the rest of the evening was seeing her own mother fucking one of the dancers with raw abandon. She had rarely ever seen her mother naked let alone humping away on a man’s cock. She had always secretly wanted to get naked in public so she did it at that point; she spent the rest of the evening totally naked. And then when she saw Jenny go for the gusto on the stage with Jerry she had to do the same. “Shit, I want to have fun too. But I want every guy here to take me,” she yelled out to Marie.

Morgan had deep blue eyes, a round face, blond hair, small breasts, a big round butt that just lifted her pussy up into the air when she was on her back, and a fine down of light, straight pubic hair which framed her pussy lips but which didn’t extend over them. She had natural pubic hair that just covered her groin but not her pussy lips. Those pouty white lips and her clitoral hood were free of hair. It was a very erotic look like she had shaved.

So Jenny and Marie enlisted the DJ first. His cock was the smallest and Marie wanted Morgan to get fucked by ever larger dicks.

The DJ was forcibly stripped by several of Morgan’s friends and Marie teased him to hardness by sucking on his cock. Like most men he was game for what was being offered. He put a long song on, some techno dance mix number and headed out onto the stage. Several of Morgan’s friends had encouraged her to masturbate in public as a part of her fantasy so she was already warmed up and wet when Carlos stood over her. However when he saw how sweet her pussy looked he dove in between her legs and gave that little blond pussy a tongue lashing that had Morgan begging to be fucked. So Carlos obliged and started Morgan out with a rapid fuck that soon had her cumming again. He in turn let loose with a load which Morgan welcomed. She announced to everybody, “This is my last wild night. I want to be filled with cum. I want it running down my legs all week. I want my future husband to not know that his cock has got little sperm all swimming around his cock while we make love on our first wedding night. I’m getting’ creamy just thinking about it. Next!!!” She was really drunk and horny!!!

Jerry was next. He fucked Morgan three ways: with him on top, with her on top and doggie style. She enjoyed every minute. At the right moment Jerry quickened his pace and shot his load up her pussy. “Oh god that feels great,” she called out to the others around her. “I hope someone’s taking pictures.” They hadn’t to that point but since Morgan had asked, Marie began to film her with her digital camera… still shots and video shots.

Next were Vince and I. We had decided that a real treat for Morgan would be a double penetration…in the pussy and in the ass at the same time. Vinny got on the floor underneath Morgan and worked his cock up her anus. At first she grunted in pain but soon she had his whole erect cock up there. Next I leaned over her and slid my 10″ of meat between those engorged pink lips and into her vagina. Her lips were curled back from the hole of her vagina so it was an easy shot in. She felt hot and slippery as I pushed my cock in. Deep inside I could feel my cock awash in cum already in her vagina. It was like my cock was swimming in juices inside of Morgan. Vince and I coordinated our moves so as Vince was pulling out, I’d be thrusting in and as Vince would thrust into her butt I’d be sliding out of her vagina. Jerry knelt next to her face and hungrily she took his still slippery cock into her mouth. So now Morgan was naked, sharing a triple penetration with three strangers and being filmed acting like a complete whore to sex.

At least until she was about to explode in yet another shuddering orgasm. As she came once I quickened my pace so that the friction would cause me to cum, but it also caused Morgan to cum again. Then I pulled out while Vince fucked her ass rapidly and I rapidly diddled her clit until Vince shot a load up Morgan’s butt and Morgan came again. Her pussy actually made a sucking noise as she spasmed in and out and she actually ejaculated some of my semen.

Last was Tronzell. He carried Morgan’s body damp with perspiration over to the couches and fucked her for a good half hour while the rest of us danced for the ladies again. In the background we all could hear was Morgan crying out every so often, “Oh, god, Oh my god, Oh, I’m gonna cum, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my god, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!” We’d all look at each other smile and give thumbs up for Tronzell’s size and expertise. As Tronzell continued to fuck Morgan but good, the gaps between her vocal orgasms shortened. Soon Morgan was crying out continuously, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh lord, fuck me, oh god, oh god, oh my god, I can’t, I can’t , ohmigod, ohmigod, please, don’t, ohmigod, my…my…my…unhh…unh..god god god god…oh…shit…OH! OH!OH!OH!OH!YES!YES!YES! Now, now, yes, ohmigod, yes, there, there, there, yes there, faster, OHMIGOD…I”MMMMCUMMMMIIING!!!!” And a few minutes later it would start for Morgan all over again. Like I said this fantastic event went on for a half hour of Morgan getting a royal fucking by Tronzell, the meat master. Her future husband was gonna have a tough time satisfying her needs after this. I was certain that my Jennifer would be getting another “massage” customer who would want a happy ending on a regular basis.

I’ve got to say listening to her made many of us horny. So Jenny snuck off with Jerry who fucked her soundly again. I fucked Morgan’s mom, Nilda again, on the sofa next to her daughter, and this time left her full of cum. Some girls began to masturbate. And some of the girls learned that they had no problems with tasting pussy and being pleasured by a woman. There just weren’t enough of us guys to go around and Morgan’s vocal pleasuring was making us all horny.

What a night. Jerry and the Dancing Bears still use me occasionally. But there is one catch. If I go, Jenny goes. I can fuck a woman to make her happy but Jenny wants a little creamy action from Jerry and the other guys. I must have a little voyeur in me because I gotta say watching my wife arch her belly up to take in another man’s cock just makes me that much harder. And I’m sure the woman I’m pleasuring doesn’t mind that.

Neighbors Ball Team Party

I could hardly believe my ears as I sat there.

I was sitting beside the pool in Tim Wilson’s backyard, chit chatting with Tim, our neighbor that lived about six houses down the street. Tim was quite a bit younger than I was, having just turned forty I was 9 years older than the 31 year old Tim. Although we weren’t close friends, we would have the odd pint together and just shoot the shit a bit . . . the age difference never seemed to matter. On this particular day we had been talking about the usual male macho topics when the topic of our wives had popped up. Now it’s not unusual to talk about your wife to another man . . . it is however rather unusual though to be talking to him about your wife and whether you wouldn’t mind seeing another man being intimate with her, but there I was in such a conversation with Tim.

“No seriously Brian, you’d share your wife with another man wouldn’t you?” Tim asked with a sense of sincerity.

Being caught a little off guard by such a personal question, I hesitated slightly, which allowed Mac to continue his spiel.

“I’ve always wanted my wife Mary to try another man” Tim stated nonchalantly “But anytime I’ve mentioned it, she simply says that I’m a pervert”.

Tim laughed at his last remark before asking again “So you never answered me buddy . . . would you?”.

I hummed and stuttered, then eventually blurted out a response which would end up changing my whole life, “Yeah, I suppose I would . . . I guess . . . it would be kind of wild thing to do!”.

Tim grinned slightly and then with a real serious look on his face stated, “While I’m glad you think that Brian, because . . . now don’t get mad with what I’m about to tell you, but me and a few friends sort of got friendly with your wife Jackie about two weeks back!”

I sat somewhat stunned before finally inquiring in a dull tone, “What . . . what . . . what do you mean Tim?”.

Tim took another sip from his drink and leaned back in his lawn chair before answering. “Well Brian, I don’t want you to blame Jackie or anything. It was purely a spur of the moment thing and us guys felt rather bad afterwards about it!”.

I sat listening intently, not even trying to interject, as he took another gulp and then continued after a drag on his cigarette.

“But you did just admit that you’d consider sharing your wife . . . it just so happens that you already have and since I’m a nice guy, I’m not wanting to deceive you on this Brian. Why don’t you go grab yourself another beer and I’ll fill you in on all about it . . . you’ll probably find that the whole thing will be a huge turn on for you. I know I would if it had been my Mary in the same situation! So you won’t get mad … Right?”.

I numbly shook my head and muttered “I guess not!”

As I was still sitting there in a strange state of shock thinking of how my wife had been acting kind of distant the last couple of weeks, when I suddenly heard the backyard fence gate swing open. I turned in time to see Tony Brown, a friend of Tim’s coming into the yard.

“Oh hey Tony grab yourself and Brian here a beer!” Tim instructed as Tony headed to the cooler. “Yeah I was just telling Brian about the fun we had with his wife Jackie two weeks ago here!” Tim continued.
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Buying a Bikini

When I was in college during my Jr. year, I met two guys named John and Eddie. John and Eddie were freshman, new to the whole college scene. I met John first because he did a bit of copy editing for the school newspaper and I was one of the writers on staff. They both started sitting with me at lunch and I thought that they were both really funny and cute. They became my little tag-a-long buddies, and followed me around campus like hungry little puppy dogs. I thought they were adorable, and loved the attention they gave me.

They would inevitably show up at my dorm room on Friday nights, me being 21, so that we could go out for beer runs. We hung out and watched movies, or went to the Plaza and walked around acting like college kids do. There was, of course, unending flirting between the three of us, and the sexual tension was very high most of the time.

One late fall Friday afternoon, I came out of my 2:00 class to find them waiting for me. I announced to them that I had to run to the mall to buy a new swimsuit and they said they would tag along.

“Ohhh, no. I don’t think so boys.” I told them. I dreaded taking them out in public because they always embarrassed the hell out of me.

“Oh, come on Jen!” they said in unison.

“NO.” I firmly answered.

“The last time I took you guys to the mall, you were a mess, and I am going to do some serious shopping that DOES not require your being there.”

Well, after begging and pleading with me all the way back to my dorm, I finally caved and said they could come.

“But, you’re NOT going into the department store with me while I pick out my new bikini. You can go get something to eat or something.”

“Ok!” They were delighted to be able to tag along.

We got to the mall and I told them to meet me at the Orange Julius in an hour. I left them sitting on a bench staring at my ass as I stomped off in red platform shoes in search of my new swimsuit.

I was meandering around the store looking at different bikinis when I heard someone say, “OH MY GOD! Look, Eddie, it’s JEN!”

“Hi Jen!!”

Fuck. It was them. I should have known better.

They both came over and Eddie playfully smacked my ass saying, “Fancy meeting you here, Jen!”

“Leave…NOW!” I said trying to be stern and not crack up at his cute and naughty smile.

“Ohhh, don’t be mad, Jen.” John pouted.

I noticed the properly-dressed sales woman lookin in our direction.

“You guys promised to be good if I brought you with me.” I scolded them.

“Let us help you pick out your bikini. We’ll settle down and behave.” John smiled wickedly.

“This is not a good idea, guys.” I said under my breath.

“Oh, come on…let us help ya.” Eddie said in his most angelic voice.

“Fine. Go sit down over there.” I said pointing to a couple of chairs by the fitting rooms.

They ran over and sat down. They were quite pathetic! My little bitches…I giggled to myself.

I went into the dressing room with several different selected bikinis and shut the door on one of the back stalls.

I had just slipped on a cute yellow and pink flowery bikini when I heard a soft tap on the door.

“Um, someone is in here” I said.

“Quick, lemme in, Jen!”

It was John.

“Oh my GOD, get outta here!” I hissed through the door.

“I wanna see yer suit. Lemme in before someone sees me!”
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Blindfolded Gangbang

My wife Tracy and I would read and look through several adult male magazines every month and often use it to spice up our sex life. But we never had any experiences, which we thought were worth writing about—until Tracy’s twenty-fifth birthday.

Tracy and I have always enjoyed wild and uninhibited sex, but until that day we had never involved anyone else in our lovemaking. We had talked many times about getting it on with other people, and Tracy knew that I liked to fantasize about watching her with several men.

Tracy would say that she thought it would be exciting if the men were total strangers, and she had no idea who they were. But these were just fantasies, and so they remained until I decided to make them come true.

I was working on a project for my company that summer that involved being around a group of construction workers. I approached some of them with my idea, and when I showed them pictures of my wife they were quite enthusiastic. I set up the deal for the night of Tracy’s birthday.

We had dinner at our favorite restaurant that evening, and then went dancing at a club, where we had a few drinks and stayed until closing. On the way home we started fooling around in the car, and by the time we got there we were both hotter then firecrackers. Once Tracy gets going, she has to get laid.

Once at home I stripped Tracy and began to fool around with her. When I got her naked I told her that I had a surprise for her, but that she would have to trust me and go along with what I had in mind. She looked at me kind of funny, but said okay. She asked if I was going to get undressed too, but I said, “Not yet.” I then blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back. I led her out of the house and into the garage, still naked, and guided her into the front seat of my pickup. I could tell she was getting really hot. Even I had a hardon.
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Sarahs First Gang Bang

We had been invited to a cocktail party at the Croydon Park Hotel in south London as the guests of one of my husband’s clients who were celebrating his fortieth birthday.

I wore the favoured ‘little black dress’ for the occasion, a black velvet cocktail dress, very figure hugging and sexy, but sophisticated enough for a semi-formal party. It was open backed and held on with a thin satin lace, criss-crossing all the way up from my lower spine, at the front it was also cut low but under-wired, enhancing my breasts and giving me an impressive cleavage. The dress was quite short, reaching to about mid thigh, and underneath it I wore nothing but a black suspender belt, stockings and a pretty crouch-less butterfly thong, on my feet a pair of black stiletto-heeled shoes.

The host had invited about one hundred and fifty guests and although we did not know any of them at the time the atmosphere was lively and quite friendly so we soon got chatting with various people.

At about 9pm a disco arrived and before long the lights dimmed, the disco started to pump out its music and the party began to warm up as people took to the dance floor. The drinks were flowing thick and fast and I was really enjoying myself laughing and dancing with a small circle of friends Kevin and I had made.

At about 11pm I was left alone momentarily as Debbie, one of the women I was talking with got whisked off to the dance floor.

It was then that this huge guy approached me. He was about 6’2″ tall and built like Arnold Schwarzenegger! He had a massive chest and his muscular arms looked formidable, he had short-cropped brown hair and although he was not what you would call stunningly good-looking, he had nice eyes and a strong face with an easy-going, if slightly roguish expression. He looked me up and down slowly as he walked up to me and then cutting no ice he abruptly said.

“Hello luv, are you up for it tonight then?”

I was stunned into silence for a moment at his unexpected words!

“I’m sorry?” I replied somewhat indignantly and not quite sure if I had heard him correctly.

“I’ve seen you at that swingers club over in Forest Gate.” He pressed on, “I know it’s you coz I stood and watched you get licked out by some bird in front of everyone! You were spread-eagled against the wall and she went down on you for about half an hour while that bloke you’re with tonight sucked on your tits! Granted I was not looking at your face that much but I know for a fact that it was you.”

Oh my God! It was true! He had described exactly what had happened to me three weeks earlier in a fetish club I had visited with my husband and girlfriend. My girlfriend Tracey had decided to have some fun with me, and this guy had obviously witnessed the whole thing!

I could feel my face going bright red as his words rapidly sunk in!

“I’m sorry,” I stammered, obviously looking completely guilty, “but you must have got the wrong person.”

“Oh come off it luv, I know it was you!” He paused and his voice took on a reassuring tone. “Look, I won’t say anything to anyone, I just wondered if you fancied getting together later that’s all? Bring your bloke along if you like, I don’t mind.”

I stuck to my guns repeating that I wasn’t the person he thought I was, and with that I turned away as indignantly as I could trying to hide my further embarrassment.

I heard him say, “Oh well! It’s your loss!” over my shoulder, as he walked back to his friends.

Kevin had seen my face as the guy was talking to me and came over to ask if I was okay. I told him all that the man had said and Kevin asked me what I felt about it. I answered that I was caught off guard and a bit taken-aback initially, but I was not really bothered about it now that the shock had worn off.

“What did you think of him?” he asked.

“I don’t really know?” I replied honestly. “I was so surprised that I didn’t really think anything about him at the time… He was pretty big though,” I mused, “I felt absolutely tiny while he was leaning down to talk to me.”

As I said that Debbie returned and grabbed my arm and I went off to dance with the girls, putting it out of my mind.
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The Bachelorette Party Girls

The dresses were in and all the girls were fitted. The invite responses were coming back in the mail and there was a small pile of them on my desk every afternoon placed there by my secretary. The big day was quickly approaching and the pre-wedding festivities were beginning. My shower produced dozens of appliances and towels. Thank you cards were written. Then I get this phone call.

“We’re throwing you a bachelorette party.” My friend and fellow Senator announced to me one day a few weeks before the wedding. I begged Kate not to do it and she ganged up on me with a few of our friends. Soon Sarah and Kate had a whole night planned and I was going to be tossed into the back of a limo with my 2 best friends, my sister and a few other friends. They planned it for the same night that the love of my life was going to the strip club with his friends.

I had run out of excuses by the time the night arrived. We all met at Kate’s townhouse for drinks and a bite to eat before going on the town. Soon after we finished dinner, the doorbell rang and Kate made me go answer it. I felt funny since it was not my house but when I opened the door, the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on was standing at the door in fire fighting gear and asking for me. Standing behind him was friend Rich in his Police uniform.

He guys came in and told us all to have a seat in the living room. The firefighter handed Kate a CD and she put it in the stereo. Soon music filled the room and my friend Rich and the firefighter began to dance for us. The sight of Rich in a G string in my face made me laugh but he promised he’d strip for me at my bachelorette party if I ever decided to finally get married. Rich was hot. He kept in shape for his job as a metro cop. Him gyrating in my face was starting to turn me on. We had never slept together because timing was always wrong and now, two weeks before my marriage, I was regretting it to some extent. Pretty soon Sarah was sucking off the firefighter and Kate was making out with my secretary.
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Angies Adventure

Angie had three things in mind for the weekend. Eat, Sleep and Sex…and not necessarily in that order. She knew her boyfriend, Tommy, would be here any second and she was going to set the tone for the weekend. Wearing only her swimsuit cover-up over nothing, Angie knew she looked irresistible. Her 34C-23-35 frame was topped beautifully by her shoulder length brown hair and bright hazel eyes.

Angie was home from college on a long weekend. Her parents, not knowing she was coming home, were already off for a trip in the mountains and would not be back till Tuesday (long after she would be back at school). This was almost too perfect as she had not been with Tommy for over two months and even though they were not completely faithful, she was looking forward to three days of re-acquainting herself with him.

The doorbell rang and Angie bounced over to the door. Looking out the peephole to make sure it was him, Angie opened the door and pulled Tommy in. “Have I got plans for you this weekend,” Angie said with the look of lust in her eyes.

“Angie, I have some…” Tommy tried to say.

“Shhhhhhhhh…Be quiet. The only sound I want to hear right now is you moaning!” Angie said as she pulled his cock out of his pants and almost in one stroke, had his semi-hard eight inches as far in as it would go.

All Tommy could do at this point is moan, so moan he did. This brought back great memories as Angie was great at giving head. Slowly she would work all the way down his cock and twist her tong around it on the way back up. She would switch back and forth from that to rubbing her lips up and down the bottom of is sword.

Angie picked up the pace and in under five minutes had Tommy on the edge of shooting his wad. Sensing he was about ready, Angie started jacking him off very fast, aiming the tip of his cock straight at her open mouth. Letting out a loud grown, Tommy shot what seemed to be a gallon of cum on her face. Angie started wiping her face with his cock and sucking the limping cum covered cock deep in to her throat. She looked up at Tommy and saw his satisfied look. Standing up, she took off the cover-up and said, “My turn!”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Tommy said sheepishly. “The guys are waiting out in the car for me. We have tickets in Chicago for the playoff game. I have to go.”

With that, he was out the door and out to the car. Angie stood there not knowing what to think. This had to be some kind of bad joke. “THAT BASTARD!” she thought. She still had his taste all over her face and now what turned her on minutes earlier was pissing her off like there was no tomorrow.
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Confessions of a Teenage Cumslut

I am the hottest, sluttiest chick at Hubert H. Humphrey High School. Half the wrestling team has me on speed dial. Everyone in school calls me Blow-Job Betty. I have cantaloupe-size tits, a tiny waist and a tight, little ass. No guy can resist me.

Not even my history teacher, Mr. Wagner. He fucked me in a broom closet during study hall. The guy grunted like a hog the whole time, but he was hung like an elephant. Sound sick? I don’t think so. I kind of liked it. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I was sucking the starting quarterback’s dick at the same time. He jizzed on my face. Not enough for you? Well, the assistant principal, who happens to be Mr. Wagner’s wife, lapped the QB’s cum off my face.

So, I think you see what I’m all about.

Let me guess you’re thinking: Oh my gosh! This poor girl is getting molested.

Don’t worry. It’s all legal and consensual. I’m 18, and I don’t mess around with anyone younger than me.

I’ve fucked and sucked a lot of guys in the six months since my eighteenth birthday. But nothing compares to the night most of the football team gangbanged my friend, Jen, and me in the gym.

It was a Friday night after a football game. Everyone had gone home, except probably the school janitor, and he was on the other side of the school. Jen and I ended up in the gym, just sitting in the bottom row of the bleachers. We talked about everything: guys, make-up, homework. The usual. Neither of us had made it to the locker room to change out of our cheerleader uniforms. But it didn’t matter. It was a nice night, and I liked letting the cool air raise goose bumps on my bare legs.
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Hot Wife Office Christmas Party

My name is Simon, I am 32 and I have been married to Joanne for nearly 3 years.

Joanne is 26 and works part-time for a small company near where we live. She works with 3 men who are all in their early 50s – old enough to be her dad – but seems to enjoy it.

I have met them all and they all seem to poke a bit of fun at Joanne which she takes in good humour and tries to give as good as she gets.

Joanne has a great personality and a great figure but has always only ever had lowly paid jobs and as she is quite naïve I often worry that people take advantage of her good nature. I know when I have worked in a mixed environment, although there has never been any sexual harassment, the guys quite like embarrassing the ladies with sexual innuendo and often look them up and down and make comments amongst themselves.

I imagined Joanne’s workmates would often look her up and down and comment on her lovely body. She is 5’4 with shoulder length brown hair, a shapely figure with a fantastic pair of 38d tits and a pretty face that makes her look younger than she is.

I am about 5’9 and reckoned her workmates Martin and Brian were about the same or probably slightly taller, and Barry was about 5’7.

The Friday before Christmas I’d been to the pub at lunchtime and then left to go and pick Joanne up. Joanne was also having a lunchtime drink and food with her 3 colleagues.

I parked outside and walked round the back as the front door was locked. Going into the back I got tangled in the noisy chimes hanging from the door, and hearing laughter I then walked down the short corridor and into the room where they all were.

There were cans and wine bottles on one of the tables and by the looks of them they were all having a merry time. They all acknowledged me and asked if I’d got stuck in the ‘burglar trap’ and then Joanne said “look what they’ve bought me,” as she pointed a large box with what looked like some sort of vanity unit inside.

“That’s nice,” I said looking around and noticing all the guys smiling and looking at my wife.

She always looked smart for work but because it was the last working day before Christmas she had made a special effort and had put on a short-sleeved red blouse that was fairly low cut as well as being mostly see-through and you could see her red lacy bra underneath. She had a smart black and red patterned skirt that came to just below her knees, and red ankle-strap shoes with a small heel. I also knew she was wearing a black half-slip underskirt and red lacy briefs. She had also put a bit of extra makeup on that morning.

I had a drink with them as they continued chatting and laughing all seemingly with their eyes transfixed on Joanne. I began to think that wearing a see through top wasn’t such a good idea after all. Although they would have been used to seeing the great shape of her tits, and had probably caught the occasional glance of her cleavage now and then, this was almost a clear view of her upper body and even I was enjoying the view even though I had seen her naked almost every day.

I sensed the guys would stay there all day if they could so as I finished my drink said “shall we make a move?”

Joanne looked at her glass which was still more than half full and said “can I just finish this.”

“Sure, I’ll take this box to the car and just call at the supermarket to get some money, I’ll sound my horn when I get back shall I,” I offered.

“OK then,” she said, and the guys all shook my hand and wished me a merry Christmas.

Some time later I remembered I’d already drawn some money out the day before and left it at home so I started back, entering the building and negotiating the chimes without making a sound I then began to slow down as I approached the door to the room which was slightly ajar.

I heard the guys saying “come on, it is christmas,” and “ohhh, come on,” and “get into the Christmas spirit,” as Joanne was laughing.
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Palm Springs Spring Break

Spring break is always the best time of the year, at least I think so. This year, it had worked out where my spring break was the same as the colleges. Usually, my high school doesn’t break at the same time. I took this to be an omen that I should go and have a little fun. When I told my parents I was going to spend the week with my friend Heather, they weren’t that happy. But, I reminded them, gently, that I was eighteen and, legally, I didn’t need their permission. My parents raised me to be independent. I guess they were starting to question their parenting decisions at this point. Either way, I packed up my things, drove to Heather’s and picked her up. Heather had told her parents she was staying me. Actually, we were going to Palm Springs for the week.

As I drove through the desert, Heather and I listened to music, ate junk food and fantasized about the trouble we were going to get into. I’d recently broken up with my boyfriend and Heather had been without a boyfriend for nearly a month. Who needed high school boys when we were in the hunt for college guys? As we entered Palm Springs, things were already starting to get wild. Stopped in traffic, three guys climbed into the back of my convertible and made themselves at home. They were cute so Heather and I didn’t mind. Chuck, Mikey and Jimmy were from Colorado and asked where we were staying. I had called ahead and booked a hotel. Luckily, Chuck knew exactly where it was and directed us to it. They’d been in town for three days and already had the lay of the land.

After Heather and I checked in, we changed into tank tops and shorts and headed back out to town. Mikey and Jimmy had taken off but Chuck had waited around for us. Chuck was sweet. I could tell Heather had already fallen for his tall good looks. For me, he was a little too jock. Anyways, the three of us climbed into my convertible and took off for greater adventures. The number of people in town was growing by leaps and bounds. It was such a rush. Everyone was having a good time. We ended up at a huge party at a private house. Someone had told us about it and it was amazing. A huge house, a band playing on the patio, drinks flowing. As we walked around, Chuck and Heather were getting more and more friendly with each other. Finally, they disappeared. Not sure where to, but I was pretty sure I knew what for.

As I grabbed a beer, this gorgeous guy came up and stood in front of me. He was tall, probably around 25, dark hair. He was wearing khaki shorts and his shirt was hanging open. Amazing chest. He smiled and said his name was Linc and did I have any tattoos. Ok, that was a new line I hadn’t heard before. I told him I did and did it matter. He said it might and asked me to show it to him. Now, actually, I two small tattoos that I got when I turned eighteen four months ago. Pulling the neck of my tank top down a little, I showed him the small black rose I have on the upper inside of my left breast. As I did, I told him I had another one too. He wanted to see that one too. I told him to follow me.

Walking around the house, I came to a secluded spot surrounded by bushes. Slowly, I undid my shorts and pushed them down. Then I slid my panties down. Right above my pussy, I have another black rose interlinked with a heart. Linc smiled and knelt down in front of me. He was really close to me and I could feel his breath on my skin.

“I like it. Very subtle. What’s this little hoop right here?”
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Her First Golf Outing

The four of them had a great time golfing together. Especially Theresa, since she was the only girl in the group. This hot young blonde was a little thing – standing just 5 feet tall and weighing 100 lbs. She flirted with all of them during the outing by either rubbing up against them before they would take their shot, or flashing them while driving the cart. Dave and Mike rode in one cart, while Hank was the lucky one to ride with Theresa. Needless to say, he got the most attention. They had been attracted to each other for a while, but hadn’t done anything about it up to that point. She was out to change that.

With all the alcohol that had flowed during the outing, all four of them were feeling no pain. But they still had to drive back to the picnic that followed. Everyone had climbed back into Dave’s truck so he could drive. As was like the rest of the day, Hank sat in the back with Theresa. The doors were barely closed when they had their hands all over each other. They were laughing, so it really didn’t matter what the other two thought or heard. She lifted her shirt to expose her beautiful breasts still covered by her bra – Hank quickly took care of that. Hank sat to her left, behind Dave, while she sat in the middle, making sure that Dave saw as much as he could in his mirror.

Hank started sucking on her left nipple, while she rubbing the other one. She looked up to see Mike practically drooling over the back of the seat. “Why don’t you lean that seat back, Mike. This one needs some attention, too!” He didn’t need to be told twice, as he quickly slammed the front passenger seat in full recline position. All Dave thought was, “Thank God for tinted windows.” Mind you, it was still only about 3:30 in the afternoon.
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Male Stripper

Bruce and Karen were good friends of ours and because we only lived two houses apart, we spent a lot of time with them. Bruce was a little shorter than me, a bit thinner, and he had a dry sense of humor. He wore his brown hair cut short in a military-style hair cut and he never needed a shave, the perfect USMC poster boy if you know what I mean. The fact that he’d pulled two tours in Iraq, both in a Marine recon unit, didn’t hurt his hometown hero image that’s for sure. Karen was a saucy little dark-blonde with huge knockers and she never wore a bra and seemed to like showing off her huge, dark nipples that always seemed to be hard.

This particular Saturday afternoon, Bruce and I were working on my truck and we were just shooting the shit when somehow the subject got turned to sex, which it always did anyway sooner or later anyway. We are both prior service and had been in some of the same places, just at different times, so we were pretty comfortable in talking to each other. So I wasn’t surprised when he told me a story about him and Karen getting frisky last night and her asking him to spank her.

“Helen likes that too,” I said. “If the mood is right, I call her a slut and spank her while we fuck.”

“Karen and I sometimes role play like that too, with different stories that we change whenever we get tired of the old one,” he laughed and then added that Karen seemed to get tired of them pretty quick and was always demanding him to think up more.

“Helen likes it when I tell her stories, but she doesn’t like talking back and playing along,” I sighed, “but she has her favorites, and that’s a sure-fire way to get her off.”

“Yeah?” Bruce chuckled “and what’s her favorite one?”

“She’s being forced to suck another man off while I fuck her from behind. What’s Karen’s?”

“Being with another woman and making me watch,” he laughed. “I told you she was evil.”

“She’s never been with another woman?”

“You say that like every woman you know has been with another woman. Has Helen?”

“Sure, a few times.”

“Is this something she’s told you or did you actually see her with another woman, like in pictures or anything? You know as well as I do that some women will say things just to make their husbands happy, right?”

“Right, some will, but not Helen,” I assured him. “I know she’s been with another woman because I was there and watched her.”

“Wow,” Bruce sighed, “I wish I could talk Karen into something like that.”

“You never know until the situation comes up, she might go along with it if it was with someone she already knew.”

“Are you suggesting that you and Helen should join me and Karen in the bedroom?”

“All I can say is I know Helen has mentioned your name several times and how much you turn her on and I think Karen is a knockout and me and you get along, so why not? No pressure,” I hastily added when he didn’t say anything, “if you guys don’t want to we can just forget about it with no hurt feelings.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to,” he smiled, “I was just trying to decide if I should tell Karen or let it surprise her.”

“I think we could surprise both of them if we play it right.”

“I’m game for anything, so tell me what you’ve got in mind.”

So we planned the entire evening while we cleaned up the garage and put everything away. He said he’d have Karen over tonight around 8 and we’d put our plan into action, and I agreed. I didn’t tell Helen anything about it other than they were coming over for dinner and what time.

The meal was uneventful considering the nerves both Bruce and I were feeling and even the girls picked up on it and so we were all laughing and goofing off more than usual until well after we’d finished eating and retired to the living room.
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First Fraternity Gang Bang

I was going to meet my fiancé Kurt’s best friend and fraternity brother for the first time. Kurt had wanted me to look amazing he had said. He had told me that all through college they had had a rivalry. So for fun I let him pick out my outfit.

I walked into the bedroom from the bathroom after having taken a shower and blow drying my hair, and smiled when I saw he had picked out my clingy black skirt that really hugged my hips, and showed a lot of my long legs. He had also picked out a red corset style top that I had never seen before. Next to the clothes I saw a white box with a red ribbon.

He was sitting at my vanity with a big smile on his face, “I bought you something that I would like for you to wear tonight.”

I opened the box to find a red lace garter belt with a matching pair of crotch-less lacey panties and a matching bra.

He was behind me and removed my robe. It dropped to the floor, and I felt his rough hands against my skin as he moved my long blond hair to one side. He kissed the spot on my neck where it meets my shoulders.

“Can I put it on you?” he asked and nibbled my earlobe.

I let out a long sigh feeling warmth between my legs, and nodded.

He grabbed the panties and held them at my feet. I stepped into them, and he slid them ever so carefully up my legs. He kissed my inner thighs, and I let out a whimper. He looked up at me and smiled. The garter belt followed, and this time he kissed my stomach.

My skirt was slid up next. He turned me around to zipper me, and bit each of my ass cheeks lightly. It tickled so I giggled. He spanked my ass in response.

He didn’t put the bra on, because the corset top had a built in bustier. He kissed my shoulders as he fastened the clasps in the back. He turned me around again, and reached into the top of the corset. He positioned my breasts so that they pushed up nice and high, and made my C-cups look more like D’s!

We were facing each other then, and our eyes were locked. I had never realized that getting dressed would be as much of a turn on as getting undressed. He kissed me long and hard then, and I wanted to claw his clothes off and fuck him right then and there.

He pushed me back down on the bed. Then turned to the dresser, and pulled out a pair of nude thigh high stockings. He knelt before me, and slowly rolled each one up my legs. He ran his hands down my right leg after the stocking was on and attacked to the garter belt, and did the same with the left. He had picked out three inch black heels for me to wear. Smiling, I stepped into them.

I felt like a pampered princess at that point. He stood before me, and pushed me back onto the bed. He lay on top of me, and we kissed. His hands roved my body, and I began to pull his shirt out of his pants. I wanted him so bad at that point.

He pushed himself off the bed, “We’re going to be late.”

We met his friend at a very fancy uptown restaurant. Kurt’s friend was very tall, and had shoulder length brown hair. He was introduced to me as Greg.

Greg’s brown eyes never left my breasts, especially when we shook hands, and they jiggled a little. I looked to Kurt, and saw the proud expression on his face.

Kurt had graduated the year before, and Greg was a senior that year. After they went over polite conversation about what each other had been up to they spent most of the evening talking about the fraternity and the new pledges.

By dessert I was feeling a little bit alienated, seeing as I hadn’t said much since the salad was brought to the table. However, I had enjoyed three, or maybe five, glasses of red wine.

Before I knew it, Kurt was closing the door to the car after I had climbed in. Dinner was over and I was a bit tipsy. I watched out the window as he spoke to Greg.

I was a little annoyed that I had been ignored most of the evening. I had decided that I was going to tell Kurt how annoyed I was when he got back in the car.

Just as I was about to open my mouth after he climbed into the car he placed his hand on my thigh and kissed my forehead.

“Would you mind if we went back to the house. You can see where I used to live.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, “Actually I would mind! First of all your little friend’s eyes NEVER left my tits, and second of all you two didn’t acknowledge me all night!”

He squeezed my thigh, “I’m sorry baby, but you have no idea how happy that made me!”
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Pulling The Bridal Train

Mary sat looking into the large mirror that rose above the antique dressing table and smiled at her image in the glass. She looked stunning with her golden blonde hair flowing down out of the wispy wedding veil, framing her creamy white cheeks in an almost angelic halo. Her silky white wedding dress dipped down in the front revealing her milky cleavage and she felt her breasts rising as her breathing grew short. Her nipples, always sensitive, reacted to her thoughts and rose up creating dimples in the otherwise smooth cloth that barely covered her breasts. She smiled at the sight, enjoying the idea of all of her guests seeing her like this.

It was still two hours before her wedding would start. Two hours and she would become Mrs. Greg Stevens. Her hair was not yet done up into the hairstyle she had chosen and she still had to put her makeup on, but still she was beautiful. Her face glowed with the inner happiness of knowing that a wonderful life was ahead of her. Greg was a kind and gentle man, who took her as she was and didn’t wish to change her. He was handsome, successful and very good in bed. Best of all he enjoyed her sluttish nature as much as Mary herself did. Mary smiled at herself and her own thoughts, beaming with delight as she studied herself in the mirror.

“Radiant!” Becky, her long time friend and bridesmaid, said as she looked over Mary’s shoulder. “You are radiant.”

“Well I’m supposed to be, aren’t I? In two hours I’ll be Mrs. Stevens. Newly married and headed to Paris for my honeymoon.”

“Paris is tomorrow honey. You spend tonight at the Palace Hotel, in the bridal suite.”

“Yeah, and what a night it’s going to be too!” Mary smiled broadly, showing her perfect white teeth before she turned serious and looked at her friend. “Can you believe I am actually nervous? I thought it was the groom that was supposed to be sweating.”

“Maybe you need something to take your mind off of it for a while. Want me to arrange something for you?”

“Ooh, you nasty girl. What did you have in mind?” Mary grinned at her friend.

“Well, let me get rid of your mother first. I’m sure that whatever I can come up with she’ll not approve.” Mary’s mother was the one who had insisted on having the wedding in a church, performed by her minister. Mary’s lifestyle really didn’t mesh very well with the traditional religious views, but she had given in to her mother, mostly because fighting would be futile anyway.

“That would be a start. She has been driving me crazy today. Where is she now anyway?”

“The caterer arrived and she is down stairs making their life a living hell.” Becky laughed. “They will probably kiss me when I send her off on an errand. Now let’s see. What do we need that’s important enough to require her personal care?”

“Here, ” Mary said taking off one of her shoes and twisting the heel roughly finally breaking if from the shoe, “send her down to the bridal shop to get this fixed.”

Becky laughed and took the broken shoe. “Perfect, perfect. It’ll take them a while to fix it. She won’t be back until just before the wedding starts.”

Just then a knock sounded on the door to the dressing room. “Are you decent in there?” A deep baritone voice called through the closed door. Greg’s father had the most sensuous voice Mary had ever heard and she felt a tingle start between her legs just from hearing his voice.

“Yes, but you can come in anyway.” She called out causing Becky to playfully slap her shoulder as the door opened.

Carl Stevens was a little taller than his son Greg, but had the same rugged good looks and the same large hands. Mary could only imagine that his cock was as big and beautiful as his son’s. The thought brought her nipples back to full attention and she smiled as he entered the room.

“Hi Carl, what’s up?” Mary said, taking the time to let her eyes drift down over his muscled chest, past his trim waist and onto the bulge in the tuxedo pants that he was wearing.

“Just checking to see if everything is okay.” Carl said, smiling at his son’s fiance as he noted her checking him out. She was beautiful and if half of what Greg said about her was true, then Carl was looking forward to having her in the family.

Becky held up the shoe. “Actually I was just about to send Linda on an errand. Would you like to stay here and keep Mary company until I get back?”

“Sure, no problem at all.” Carl felt his cock twitch inside his pants at the thought of being alone with Mary, even for a few minutes. Nothing had ever happened between them, but the sexual tension had been there for a long time. He shook his head, how could he think that, it was his son’s wedding day! And here he was thinking about a quicky with the bride.

Mary noted the twitch in Carl’s pants and smiled broadly. She had wanted to have him since the first time Greg had taken her to meet his parents. The opportunity had never arisen, however, but now she thought he might just be the distraction she needed. As Becky slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her, Mary twisted in her chair, pulling her legs out from under the dressing table. Her wedding gown was long in the back, trailing back into a long formal train, but the front was cut short enough to reveal her knees and as she turned she purposefully spread her legs and pulled the dress up just a little hoping to give Carl a flash of panty. Carl saw her turn and saw her skirt ride up but from his standing position he could only see about four inches above her knees. He smiled at her and moved to sit down on a small folding chair in front of her, hoping to improve his view.
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Boys Night In

Iris really didn’t need an excuse. Having men within sight was usually enough, but a few drinks always helped. The way she danced so carefree to the music held her male audience spellbound. It really didn’t matter that they were the husbands of her closest friends, leggy blonde Cindy and tall, sultry Maria, and the fiancé of busty brunette Beth, a perky second grade teacher. The three girls were having their own night out at the male strip clubs. At least that’s what Cindy had told her. The guys would have to make due with some boring basketball game on TV. Iris wasn’t interested in watching guys strip, she told Cindy, even though she did enjoy the sight of naked men. Iris had something else in mind for that Saturday evening. She would just stop by Cindy’s house, where the guys were hanging out, and invite herself in, maybe have a few drinks, get the guys horny, and leave them hard as she walked out the door. No, she could never do that. She couldn’t leave a hard cock unrelieved.

It was February, but Iris arrived wearing a black skirt that just covered her tight little ass, with white, lacey, see-through panties beneath and no bra under her filled-out purple tube top. She was surprised to find there was no basketball game on TV as she had expected. Instead, the guys had planned their own party, a kind of Boys’ Night In. Her ring was answered by Charlie, Cindy’s big, muscular hunk of a husband, who welcomed Iris and showed her inside. Iris pretended she was there to meet Cindy to go to the club but obviously had missed them. “Well, you came to the right club, anyway,” Charlie laughed, leading the way down the stairs. They were all in the large rec room. There she found Mark, with a fresh crewcut, who was Maria’s husband. He was about 45, too old for the 22 year old Hispanic girl, but he was fit and tanned from their recent trip to the Caribbean. Iris also knew Tommy, Beth’s fiancé for almost a year now. He was in his thirties, but kept his hair long. She knew all of them from many gatherings in and around Cindy and Charlie’s hot tub.

Then she saw Randy, a buddy of Charlie, who had brought his Chinese girlfriend over to entertain them. He evidently wanted to show her off to his friends. When Iris arrived, she found the other lady there and was momentarily disappointed that she would not have the guys all to herself. Iris was also surprised to find Randy there because Iris had been dating him for a few months almost a year before. He would never press her for any kind of sex and she thought either he was a naïve geek who was too shy for her sexy body or he was gay. Now he was at this party with the sexy Chinese-American girl.

The party was in its early stage when she arrived, she saw, so Iris took the first drink offered to her and began to mingle as the stereo played. Soon she came to the Chinese girl, and they had some things in common, they discovered. One thing was that Randy was previously Iris’s boyfriend. They talked about him and laughed together, and as the music got louder, they began to groove to the beat and soon were actually dancing together as a couple. The men’s eyes were on them. Both girls were fully aware of the effect their routine was having on the four men watching them with hungry intensity.

Iris, the tall, slim redhead, and Mei-Wai, the petite, buxom Chinese girl, had already drunk more than they probably should have. They were feeling good as they danced together, aware of the appreciative glances from the men. The girls seemed to understand each other, had decided without uttering a word, what was going to happen next.

“Go, ladies, go,” called Charlie, and the other men responded with more encouragement. “Let’s make this a real show,” cried Randy. “These two gals are already putting on a great show,” shouted Mark. Charlie asked Iris and Mei-Wai if they wanted the shades lowered on the large picture windows that formed the three sides of the large recreation room, so things would be more private. “No reason to let the neighbors have a show,” he said.

Iris agreed readily. Intrigued, Mei-Wai was happy to follow her lead. The room was an extension of the hallway and was decked with a long bar and a big screen TV, a pool table and an awesome stereo system. Against the walls were wrap around sofa and loungers with ottomans. As the room darkened, Charlie turned on the party lights and then flicked the switch for the glitter ball hanging from the ceiling to begin turning, sending swirls of light everywhere as the girls stopped their dancing.
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Pool Hall Gangbang

My first wife and I had a great sex life that included some pretty wild events. We were very active sexually and enjoyed every minute of it. Our escapades included some exotic and public places. We tried to make it exciting every time we had sex. The following story is just one of our many exploits.

When we first met I knew our relationship would be based on sex. The first night we ended up closing the bar we met at and going straight to a hotel. She was a stunning piece of work. Many of the other guys in the bar were watching her every move. I know I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was 5’9” and had long slender legs. She was playing darts with one of the guys I came up there to meet. From the moment I walked up to them I wanted to get into the spandex pants she was wearing. When my friend introduced us I couldn’t help staring at here magnificent body. Somehow I heard what her name was. It certainly matched the way she looked.

“Hi, my name is Candi” she said as she put out her hand to shake mine.

“Hello, mine is Mike” I answered back.

That was the most I remember from our first night. We had simply had way too much to drink to remember anything else. After that night we spent every night together until our divorce a few years later. I can’t imagine staying together forever being based on sex.

Through our time together we would talk about our fantasies. She stated early in our relationship that she was probably bi. That is a different story entirely though. Candi would often explain how much she liked others knowing we were have sex in front of them. We would go out and play with each other without actually showing exactly what we were doing to each other. I would ask her about what she thought of being with more than one guy. We just talked about it for a long time, until I had come up with a plan to make it happen.

I called her from work early Friday morning to tell her to get ready for that night. I explained she should go shopping at Frederic’s or someplace similar. I also stated she was not to wear any panties that night. We had done this part before and she always surprised me with what time of lingerie she picked out. When I hung up I could barely concentrate on work the rest of the day.

When I got home she was already getting dressed for the night. She had bought some black fishnet stockings and garter belt. I saw hanging a new black miniskirt and sheer black blouse. When the whole ensemble was put together it didn’t leave much to the imagination. She stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. I couldn’t help but stand and stare in awe. She stood adjusting herself and occasionally feeling herself up. Candi knew just how good her 5’9” slender frame looked. She would bring her hands up her hips and slowly caress her flat belly working her way up to her 38c breasts. I could see she was getting aroused just looking at herself in the mirror. Her nipples musted have stood out nearly an inch. You could see right through her top to her black lace bra. If you looked close you could see her pink areolas through the thin material. She was ready to go for the night.

I quickly jumped in the shower and got ready. I just threw on the usual attire. I wore my black jeans and a grey sweater. I knew whatever I wore would never matter. She had the department on looks. I just tried to look like I might be good enough to be seen with her.

Without explaining where we were going I told her to get in the car. We drove to a fairly nice restaurant. Before dinner we proceeded to sit at the bar and down a couple of drinks. I knew for my plan to work Candi would have to get a buzz going. After dinner we made our way back to the bar and sucked down a few more. I could tell by her giggling she was getting a little tipsy.

After I was sure she was well on her way to being drunk we left and headed for a local pool hall. I the drive there she was feeling a little frisky. She would spread her legs so her skirt would ride up and expose her neatly shaved pussy. I could see it glistening every time we passed under a streetlight. She was soaking wet. Candi reached down and started rubbing her clit. I tried to slow her down a little. I did not want her spent before we even got started. I knew how fast she could go from start to finish. This night was going to last a long time if I could help it.

When we finally arrived at the pool hall she had calmed down a little bit. We got out of the car a walked in to a room full of stares. I knew they sure as hell weren’t staring at me. A couple of guys in the back corner whistled as we walked up to the counter. It was a dimly lit place except for the lights above the tables. The bartender poured us a couple of drinks and handed us our rack and set of balls. Candi enjoys playing pool, especially bending over and giving everybody a great view of her round heart shaped ass. We found an open table closer to the back. As I started to rack, I scanned the room. I counted about 30 guys and maybe 6 other women.

Candi broke the first game and just loved showing off by bending over too far for the table of four guys next to us. I could tell by the look in their eyes that they got a glimpse of her bare snatch. They were like a pack of rabid dogs with their mouths watering. I had seen these guys in there before. They were usually pretty good shots, but every time Candi got up to shoot one of them would miss. It was fun watching them try to concentrate on their game.
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Sorority Party

Alexa couldn’t remember the first time she’d tasted cum.

She’d been with a few guys in high school. She had slept with a football player or two, not to mention Mr. Harris, her senior English teacher. Some of them had cum on her, and surely she had gotten a few drops in her mouth in her first attempts to suck cock. She’d learned quickly that once she felt the guy tense up, she had to take him out of her mouth right away or risk him forcing her head down and trying to pump his spunk into her.

She wasn’t the kind of girl to swallow cum. Only a real slut would do that, she told herself. And she wasn’t a slut. She just enjoyed the feeling of a hard cock inside her and cum was an afterthought for the guy to worry about.

But her first memorable experience with that sweet-salty taste had been in her freshman year of college. There was a party her future sorority sisters had arranged. It was a pledge rite all the girls went through … or so they’d told her.

She’d arrived at the house with Amber, one of the other pledges, unsure of what to expect, but sure that Lauren and Misty had planned something degrading. It had been like that all week long.

First Alexa had to walk to all of her classes dressed in fishnet stockings and a leather skirt that barely covered her ass, with a low-cut blouse and no bra carrying a sign saying “Ask about my low, low prices.” She had been forced to clean the sorority house’s bathrooms with her toothbrush (and was threatened with being forced to brush her teeth with it). And that was just the start of the humiliation.

The whole week she had been a servant to Sister L and M, getting their drinks, washing their cars, cleaning their rooms, the whole works.

But that was OK, because Alexa new that these things were necessary to get into a sorority and have the “full college experience” her parents and high school counselors had told her about.

Now she was at the door of a two-story suburban house well-away from campus and about to be confronted by who knew what. Misty had been a Cheshire cat when she had told Alexa and Amber about the party.

“This is it pledges,” she’d said. “Come to this party and perform well, and you will be the newest sisters of Alpha Beta Tau. Don’t be late. Have fun.”

Alexa wondered why she and Amber were the only ones told about the party, but didn’t worry about it. Lauren and Misty seemed like they had taken a liking to her. And Amber too, for that matter.

Amber was a nice girl, very flirty with long brown hair, hazel eyes and full lips. She looked like an Idaho beauty contest winner – in part because she was. She had won her local county fair twice, relying in part on the switch in her step as she strutted across the stage. The walk accentuated her rock-hard ass, tapering down to firm legs, which ended in soft-looking, perfectly manicured feet. She had shapely C-cup breasts and a tanned complexion of any man’s (or woman’s) farm girl dreams.
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Locker Room

The locker room was silent but the entire colosseum literally vibrated with the roar of thousands of people as the game ended. The doors to the locker room slammed open and over a hundred people flooded the room accompanying the victorious team. I had somehow managed to be swept away with the crowd and now found myself in the locker room surrounded by a sea of men. Shoulder-to-shoulder, body to body, the entire room seemed to move as one…and my body was continually being brushed up upon…pressed into…and I was enjoying the excitement of the victory as well as the anonymous touching… whether intentionally given or not.

I caught the eye of one of the team members…his stare was intent on me…as he walked over to stand closely to me…forcing me up against one of the lockers. He placed the palms of his hands onto the lockers behind me and lowered his face, his lips next to my ear…whispered…”want to have you…all of us do….” My groan and weak kneed response was all he needed to know…and the entire crowd was signaled to clear out…leaving the team players and me to begin our own game.

“Wait here,” was all I was told to do…and the steam from the showers began to rise as the men began to strip. Some were intentionally teasing me as they stripped…some hurriedly stripping to get into the shower…and one was standing in the corner, completely naked, having already showered…drying off slowly to my delight.

He came over to me with several towels…laid them down on the bench in front of me and then casually stood behind me, directing my field of vision into the showers as he began to slowly undress me from behind. As he stripped away each item of clothing he urged me to watch the men showering…told me to decide how I would pleasure each one…that he would see to it that I was deeply aroused and that he would be the first to fuck me into oblivion. From behind he stripped me completely…and his enormous hands began to flow over my body…cupping my breasts…pulling and pinching at my nipples. I could feel his cock pressing in above the small of my back…his height bringing his cock higher than I was used to. I could feel his hips rocking slightly, making his cock slip over my back, up and down, his grasp upon my breasts tightened…Then his hands moved lower and from behind spread my legs apart, allowing my hand to easily begin stroking my clit while his hands tempted and teased my entire body…continuing this as I watched the men showering…soap and steam rolling over their bodies…all mine to be had.

My 5’3″ height was overpowered by his nearly 7′ frame as he turned me around…slid his hands under my hips…and easily pulled me up to waist level. I greedily wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me over to the lockers…forcing me up against the cold metal…and using the lockers as a brace…held me against that as his hand lowered to my cunt and inserted two fingers into my now dripping pussy and proceeded to finger fuck me slowly…my juices flowing already over his fingers.
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Amys Black Cock Gangbang

“Hey, Mark, how are ya doing?” Jerome was standing in the living room, nude except for a white tee shirt. His long black penis arched away from his body, like an elephant’s trunk.

“Hi, Jerome. I’m doing OK.”

I’d just come in the door from a long day at the office. I was used to finding Jerome in my house in the afternoons. Amy liked his company. I had introduced them with the vague notion of getting my wife interested in sex with a black man. Now, it seemed, she had become all too interested.

“Amy is freshening up after some afternoon fun. Have I told you lately what a good fuck your wife is, Mark?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess so.”

“You better believe it. You are married to a first class slut!”

Speaking of which, Amy sauntered into the room wearing only high heels and a tiny black thong. She looked to me like a whore between johns. Jerome seemed to like it just so.

“Hi, darling. Did you have a good day at work?”

“It was all right.” In fact, it had been rather long and dreary, full of endless meetings and presentations no one could remember. Since Jerome had come into our life, I found it harder and harder to concentrate at work. Who would, knowing his wife was getting balled by a big black guy?

“Well, we’ve had a lovely afternoon, right here.” Amy walked up to Jerome and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. She reached down and held his black prick in her hand. “We missed you, too, didn’t we Jerome?”

“Sure thing. I like having you around, Mark. It makes me feel good, you know?”

Part of me wanted to say I’d rather be alone with my wife. But as usual, another part of me, namely my cock and balls, were once again stiffening at the sight of Amy with this black man. The plain fact is that I was as much addicted to black sex as Amy was.

“Suck it a while, baby.” Jerome pushed Amy to her knees and presented his penis to her face. She took it in both hands and began to lick the fat knob.

“I hope don’t mind if Amy and I go to the city for a few days, Mark.” Amy continued to suck.

“Huh? What for?”

“She’s gonna get her tits enlarged. A couple of sizes.” He grinned at me.

“Geeze. Her tits are size B almost C now.”

“I like her tits too, Mark. But you see a slut needs big tits to be fully appreciated. My friends will like to see size D.”

“Your friends?”

“Sure. A whore like your wife should be appreciated by more than just me and you. She’s a gem, Mark, the real McCoy. She can give a black man a really fine time.”

“Amy? Do you want your boobs enlarged?”

“Yes, Mark. I want to please Jerome and his friends. Don’t you think I’ll look sexy?”

I gulped. “I guess so. I always thought you liked your tits just as they are.”
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