Maybe it was because neither Brad nor I had ever been with anyone else. We were "high school sweethearts" who married right after graduation. But whatever the source, the fantasy turned Brad on so much and had become so pervasive that I was beginning to worry that that would be the only way we’d be able to have sex. Still, it was a terribly erotic little web we’d weave, and I didn’t seriously believe that it was something he truly wanted to happen or that I could do.

Lately, however, I began to wonder. He kept after me and kept after me, even going so far as to suggest that there was something a bit wrong with me sexually for not wanting to "show off a little," as he put it. He’d say that it was unnatural for a woman with as great a body as I have always to be covering it up, that I should "lighten up." These remarks hurt me, but also made me wonder about myself. Maybe Brad was right. Maybe my prudishness was the reason for his decreased sexual appetite.

So early last month, under the ruse of celebrating his recent promotion at work, I decided to see what would happen if I went along with his fantasy, at least as far as I was able. I left work early on Friday, and got a room in a motel, and then I called home, leaving a message instructing my husband to meet me later that evening at a hotel cocktail lounge that we both knew to be just the tiniest bit naughty. I told him to get a room there because I was going to be his fantasy "slut" for one night. He knew how to act out the rest of the fantasy, I was sure, from hours and hours of bedtime telling. I expected he’d really be surprised, but other than that I didn’t know exactly what he’d do or how he’d take all this.

I knew I’d be able to attract some attention, which was the initial stage of the fantasy and all I really intended to do, because, even though I never actually flirt with guys or wear anything very revealing, too many men have come on to me not to know that a lot of them find me attractive. That’s been the case since junior high school. I’m twenty-six years old now, and still have a good figure, though I work out now to keep it that way. I’m 5′ 2", weigh about 112 lbs., and what men notice most, I’ve got large, nicely shaped, natural breasts that, though actually quite firm, bounce around like crazy if not bound up tightly, which I usually do. But even tightly encased, my breasts get considerable attention. I’ve noticed that most men’s eyes rarely actually make it to my face, which is too bad, as I’m rather pretty. I have shoulder-length blonde hair (bottle-aided maybe just a tiny bit), a sex, pouty mouth with a pretty smile, and what everybody tells me are very striking blue-green eyes that change color depending on what I’m wearing. Wearing black tonight, they’ll probably be mostly green.

The week before, I had bought an outfit from a mail order catalogue that resembled as nearly as possible the clothes I wear in my husband’s fantasy: a sheer, backless black satin lycra dress, cut very low in front, with a very tight and very, very short skirt; thigh high stockings; and five-inch stiletto heels, which I have to admit were a bit tricky to walk in. This evening would be the first time I’d ever put the dress on. First, though, I took pains to put on the kind of makeup I thought Brad would like, paying particular attention to my eyes, which he always wants heavily made up. I even bought false eyelashes, though I really don’t need him.

But it’s his fantasy. I put my hair up the way he likes it, and made sure it was very, very blonde. And then I did the most important part of his fantasy: I carefully shaved myself perfectly smooth. In other words, I made sure that not only my dress and but also my body were both provocative and "accessible," to use my husband’s favorite word, and since my being "accessible" is central to his appreciation of the fantasy, I had tried to make certain the dress I’d picked from the catalogue would allow every move I would make or step I would take to reveal not only a lot of my body, but also to promise even more. As it turned out, I was certainly right about that!

The second I put the dress on, however, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go out in it, even though I looked so outrageously sexy that it left me breathless for a moment. Just walking in the five inch heels nearly bounced my breasts completely out of the skimpy top and for the first time I knew that my legs and derrière would compete for men’s attention, if only I could wear it. I wanted desperately to be seen in this incredibly seductive dress, though I knew I lacked the nerve. But I had prepared for that, too. I’d brought along a little "Absolute" courage, and after two drinks, I was able to put the dress back on. Looking in the mirror, I was amazed at how much I resembled the fantasy woman, and for the first time, I think, I realized that the fantasy might be as much mine as my husband’s. Or maybe even more. I felt incredibly alluring, sexy, and seductive…and more than a little sluttish.

Though this certainly wasn’t part of my original plan, I impulsively decided to wear nothing between me and that fabulous dress that could possibly be a barrier to a probing hand. The whole idea of the fantasy being on the verge of a reality of some sort was having a strange effect on me. I was fascinated with the way I looked. The dress seemed magic. It appeared to be built for my body. Now I loved it that every step I took bounced both of my breasts nearly out of the dress. I was confident that the rest of the package seemed up to the task of competing with my boobs! I felt a tingling through my whole being every time I looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples were painfully erect and beckoning. I could feel my whole body transforming, as if I’d been injected with sex hormones. And I liked it. I was shaking with excitement as I left the motel room and walked giddily to my car.

I got to the hotel bar around 10:00, and luckily finding a seat at the crowded bar, instantly ordered a vodka tonic. The first guy to hit on me arrived before the drink. He was a reasonably good-looking guy, and very big. Well over six feet and I’d guess over two hundred pounds. I wasn’t sure my husband was going to like that, as he is small and on the short side, and to tell the truth a little intimidated by big guys. The guys in our fantasy who picked me up are always youngish, not too big, and easily dominated. But here was reality! I rather doubted that anyone ever dominated this guy He asked me if I was with anyone, and I told him, as we do in the fantasy, that I was waiting for a guy that I was supposed to meet as a favor to my boss, but if he’d like to stick around, that was fine with me. I was very, very nervous, but when I moved my seat to make room for him, I made sure that my dress hiked up just enough to show the top of my thigh highs and let one shoulder strap fall provocatively down on to my arm, just like Brad wants me to in the fantasy. I’d actually practiced this in the motel room, believe it or not!

The guy said his name was Tony, that he was a bouncer at Genevas, an upscale "gentlemen’s" club down the street, and that if I didn’t mind, he’d keep me company until my date arrived. He was polite, and actually quite charming. We talked for a while, and he ordered me another vodka tonic, which had a funny, bitter taste to it. When I remarked on it, Tony said that it was probably just a different brand of tonic, and I drank it down quickly and forgot about it. The next drink tasted normal.

Through the course of the drinks, we talked, and he seemed real sweet. I was starting to get rather tipsy, but felt strangely confident and comfortable. He was very polite, even though he didn’t really come on to me verbally, I did noticed that he kept steadily inching his bar stool a little closer to mine. Each time he did, I’d either bend down a bit to give him a glimpse of cleavage or lean in a little closer to encourage him. I wanted Brad’s fantasy to be a good one. I wanted to turn the guy on a little. The truth was, though. I was turning myself on. I felt strangely carnal and extremely erotic. I know for certain I’ve never quite felt like I did at that moment.

The next time he moved his bar stool towards me, with a little shrug of my shoulder, I let the strap on my dress on the side closest to him fall completely down, and my dress slip just enough to reveal the edge of my nipple. What was left of the rational part of my brain was completely shocked, even appalled, at my behavior, wondering what on earth I could possibly be doing with this stranger, and yet quite another part of me was turned on more than I’d ever been in my life. I had to confess that at that moment all I wanted was for Tony to touch me.

As I looked about the bar, trying inch the skirt of my dress up even higher while trying to act calm and casual, I noticed my husband coming in and taking a seat across the bar from us. And just as he was sitting down, I felt Tony’s hand on my knee. Brad looked at me and then at Tony, and I guess he must have been a little intimidated, because in our fantasy he always walks right over, introduces himself, and invites the guy to stay around for a while. But he just sat there. In our fantasy, the guy is doing something erotic to me when Brad walks over, and then I remembered that I was supposed to give a signal when something "good" was happening, and thought perhaps that was what he was waiting for. Tony’s hand was steadily creeping up my thigh and if he kept it up, would soon be encountering my freshly shaved and increasingly wet pussy.

Still convinced I was doing this for Brad, I moved a little closer still and opened my legs a bit to encourage him. He didn’t need more than that. The very second my legs parted I felt his hand slid quickly into my parted pussy and take my clitoris between his thumb and finger and begin to squeeze and pull very gently. I could hardly talk. I knew I needed to give that signal, but frankly, my husband was suddenly the last thing on my mind. I let my hand fall on to Tony’s lap and was startled at the size and length of the bulge I felt running down his pant leg. I wanted him to take me somewhere right then and there and have his way with me, and was actually on the verge of asking him to do exactly that when I finally came to my senses. I drew back a bit and took my compact out of my purse to freshen my makeup, which was the "signal" Brad and I had agreed on. But Brad still didn’t move. And neither did Tony’s hand.

I decided to ask Tony to dance, hoping that my husband, my "date," would be waiting for us when we returned from the dance floor. I also decided to make sure that, if Tony wasn’t already aroused, he definitely would be when we returned to the bar, as that figured in our fantasy as well. Strangely, I still thought this was all for Brad.

I love to dance, and am quite good at it, but I was nervous about dancing to the music the band was playing. I straightened myself up enough to be able to walk to the dance floor without falling completely out of my dress, but I wasn’t at all sure I’d be able to keep it all together for a fast dance. What I found most disconcerting, though, was that stranger inside of me obviously hoped I wouldn’t keep it all together. Half to the dance floor, I heard the band begin a very fast, disco sort of tune and I knew then without question I wouldn’t be able to keep myself in that dress, but inside of me I also knew I really wanted to be out of it, to be looked at and appreciated tonight. In the strange mood that was enveloping me, I was dying to see what Tony would do if my boobs did what I expected. He’d soon have an eyeful, I was fairly sure, and, I hoped, shortly after, a handful. That’s how "bad" I was. If Brad wanted me to turn the guy on, I was going to do the best job I could. After all, I was doing this all for him, wasn’t?

Once out on the dance floor, the three drinks I had at the bar and the two in the motel room seemed suddenly to kick in. The rational, sane part of me vanished completely. I felt wonderfully uninhibited. And the way Tony was looking at me and tactile memory of that growing shaft just beneath his pants leg made me wild with desire and brought out what I’ve come to realize now must have been a latent exhibitionism lying just below the surface of my otherwise demure self. I desperately wanted to be dancing nude with my body pressed to Tony’s leg and my breasts bouncing in his hands.

But I also wanted other guys to be looking and grabbing at me. I love to fast dance and as I mentioned am good at it, but this time all I really wanted to do was let Tony see what was under this thin frill of a dress. I danced more seductively (and revealingly) than I ever have. I was truly unleashed. About half way through the dance, Tony took control, and the feeling I experienced when he pulled my breast completely out of my dress and cupped my bare breast in his large hand was to that point in my life the most erotic experience I’d ever had. It was probably lucky that the dance floor was quite dim (though it didn’t really matter to me at the time) as I got a lot of dirty looks from the women out there and a lot of appreciative stares from their men. I suppose one goes with the other.

The next dance was a slow one…exactly what I wanted! I pressed up hard against Tony and was delighted to feel his member begin to stiffen. When both of his hands snaked under my dress and squeezed my bare bottom, I knew that I was completely lost in him, that he could do anything he wanted to me. I was well beyond the ability to resist. I was willing to be his completely slave that night. I was utterly under his control. Still, I was a little surprised when, at the end of that number, he slowly turned me around and pulled my very short skirt up to my waist, letting every one on the floor see my neatly shaved vagina, as if he were offering it to anyone who wanted it, but I didn’t want to resist, not in the least.

And I didn’t! In my dizzy head, I felt that he was indicating how proud he was to be with me. He wanted to show me off, to show the prize he’d won. And he really had won it! I sincerely wanted him to use me in any way that suited his fancy. I nearly swooned when a young guy walked over to Tony and said, "Fine looking bitch." As I said, at that moment, I belonged to him alone. My rational self had long since vanished.

After a few more intensely erotic dances, while we walked back to the bar, where I hoped my husband would be waiting, he whispered in my ear for me not to cross my legs or sit on my dress the rest of the evening, that he wanted direct "access" to my body the entire night. The word—my husband’s word!—thrilled me beyond reason.

My husband was indeed there when we strolled rather seductively back to our seats. I introduced Brad as "my date," and sat down, making sure to pull my skirt up, just as Tony had ordered. You would think that I would have been uneasy sitting with my freshly shaved pussy on display for anyone to see or touch, but I wasn’t. Not in the least. When Tony and Brad shook hands, Tony seemed to tower over my husband. I knew things were not going to go well when Brad didn’t ask Tony to stay, as he does in our fantasy, but I had apparently given Tony a taste of something he thought would be very appetizing, and I was exhilarated and excited when he simply refused to leave. In fact, while he was talking to Brad about something (I certainly wasn’t paying attention to what), he began to caress me right in front of my husband, going so far as to motion with his other hand for me to open my legs wider to accommodate him, which I instantly did. In the fantasy, this would have been exactly what Brad wanted, but in reality, I could see that it wasn’t going so well.

Brad suggested that we dance the next dance, and as I walked out to the floor, struggling to tug my skirt back down, I could tell that he was both nervous and turned on, but I could also tell that he was too intimidated by Tony’s size and demeanor ever to agree to share me. This was a dilemma. I really wanted Tony in a way that I’ve never wanted anyone before, but I didn’t want to lose my husband, either. I tried to convince him that this is just what he wanted. I asked him whether it turned him on to see Tony’s hand opening me up at the bar there, and he agreed that it did. I told him what Tony had done to me while we were dancing and could feel him getting hard as I told it. I put his hand inside my dress and asked him to expose me like Tony did. Even though he wouldn’t do it, I could tell it really excited him. I thought maybe this would work out after all. But as we walked back to our seat, all he finally would agreed to was a couple more hours at the bar. I decided to make the best of them, hoping to enjoy as much of Tony as possible and trying to get Brad hot enough to join in. But I suspected it wasn’t going to work.

As I sat down (obediently pulling my skirt above my hips), Tony asked me to dance, and during the slow number I decided to tell him everything, the entire truth of the fantasy, who Brad was, the motel room, the hotel room, everything. I told him that my husband had obviously lost his courage and that he’d want me to go home soon. And then suddenly I found myself begging Tony to find a way to "fuck me" tonight, language I never use. I don’t know why I said that, though the explicitness of the phrase may have been because, all through this conversation, Tony had decided to expose me totally, exhibiting my breasts and derriere to the delight of the band members and a good part of the dance floor. I found myself getting so stimulated and aroused that if he were to take me right then and there I wouldn’t have objected. (And I don’t think the guys in the band would have minded, either.) Almost on the verge of tears, I repeatedly begged him to find some way to fuck me. Walking back to the bar and my timid husband, Tony whispered in my ear, "Give me your motel key and then meet me there as soon as you can." As soon as we sat down, while Tony was finishing his drink, I slipped the key to the motel room into his hand. Then, he kissed me full on the lips, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, told my husband good night, and left.

Both Brad and I were ill at ease after Tony had gone. I could tell that he wanted to somehow carry on the fantasy as a fantasy, but I said that it was probably better to call it a night. Though I could tell he was disappointed, he reluctantly agreed. I knew he was embarrassed that he hadn’t been able to pull off his end of the fantasy while at the same time terribly aroused that I had. I mentioned to him that I had left some things at the motel, and thought I’d drive by and pick them up before going home. This really disappointed him, as I’m sure he thought we’d either go to the motel room together or I’d go up to the hotel room with him, but I both wanted to show him how much he’d disappointed me and also to see Tony just one more time. Not to let him have sex with me, I told myself, but just to apologize for the whole sordid evening. Brad had a sort of defeated look on his face when I left, but I felt he did a lot to deserve it. We both could have had such a good time.

Driving to the motel, all I could think of was the strange erotic titillation I’d felt that night, especially when Tony displayed me on the dance floor. It’s what my husband always wanted and what I could never give him. But I gave it willingly and excitedly to Tony. I wanted guys to look at me and be envious of what Tony had, to see them drool as he exposed my breast and vagina to them. There on the dim dance floor, I wanted to be his property to do with as he felt. By the time I pulled into the parking lot at the motel, I was shaking with the anticipation of seeing him again. I was still convinced, though, that all I would do was kiss him and apologize.

Tony answered my shy knock on the door. Only the light from the bathroom illuminated the room as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me in a way that nearly made me climax on the spot. He’d poured another drink for me, and insisted I drink it right down. He wanted to "keep me in the mood," he said. It had that same bitter taste that the one drink in the bar had, but I swallowed the whole thing down as quickly as possible, because that’s what he wanted. As soon as the glass left my lips, Tony’s mouth covered mine again in a kiss so sensual and exhilarating that I was close to fainting.

I was completely taken by surprise when I heard another voice in the room say, "You’re right, Tony, that is a fine looking bitch you’ve picked up."

Tony could see that I was startled, though interestingly, I wasn’t really all that upset. My lucid self had been long ago drowned in vodka. Tony told me that he had enjoyed displaying me so much at the club that night, that he wanted to do it just a little more, and with that, he deftly removed my dress, letting it puddle on the floor. Standing there before him and this stranger, completely naked save for my stockings and shoes, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever looked so beautiful. My hair shown with a brilliance I don’t ever recall before and it accentuated my neck perfectly. My eyes, still exquisitely made up, sparkled. My breasts never looked so large or firm or inviting. My tiny waist seemed to accentuate the fullness of my breast and the delicate curve of my hips. The fabulously sexy shoes and sheer black stockings accented my long, lithe legs and wonderfully marked the entrance to my carefully shaven vagina, which almost seemed to cry out to be touched. There was absolutely nothing to distract from the creamy texture of my body except for the passionate flush now engulfing me. I smiled at Tony when he told me how stunning I looked. I was so intoxicated with Tony and all he promised that any thought of not letting him fuck me, or for that matter of stopping him from doing anything he wanted to do to me, completely left my fevered mind.

The other man, whom Tony addressed as Dwayne, was a much older man, perhaps in his mid fifties, who owned the club that Tony worked at. Dwayne looked at me for a few minutes, asked Tony to turn me slowly around, and then said that he agreed with Tony. I had incredible tits, he said.

"How’d you get her?" Dwayne asked.

"Tell you the truth, she was the easiest pick up I’ve ever had. She and her husband got something going, but I couldn’t quite figure out what. All I know is she’s got a great rack on her and she seems to like to show it off."

"She’s got reason to," Dwayne added.

Tony nodded and said, "The first time I popped those melons out of her dress tonight, I thought of you, Boss. She reminds me of that bitch you liked so much, Belinda, except maybe hotter. I know you’re a tit connoisseur, so I thought I’d bring her around. I know how you like those big jugs, and these are fuckin’ big!"

Dwayne just smiled, and added, "It’s not just that they’re big, Tony. It’s the shape. These are natural. You really stumbled on to something special here. Shake her shoulders a minute and I’ll show you what I mean."

Tony grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me back and forth.

Dwayne said, "You see how they bounce when you do that? And you see how they return to that perfect shape almost instantly? That’s a fuckin’ turn on big time. Those suckers will do that every time she walks a step and every time you slam cock in her. She does remind me a lot of Belinda. Got the same great tits and the same pretty face, except maybe she’s a little bit prettier. If she can fuck like Belinda, you got me a great piece, Tony."

"We’ll see about the fucking, but you gotta admit her jugs are dynamite, and they’re bigger and firmer than Belinda’s," Tony chuckled. "And she takes to that goddamn drug better than any bitch we’ve ever slipped it to, if you ask me."

"You’re right about that. And those are fucking fine tits, no fucking doubt about that, either!" Then he reached out and lifted my left breast by its nipple, let it fall, and watched it bounce back into place. "Goddamn!" was all he said.

I don’t know why, but the conversation about my breasts was intensely titillating, even though I knew these two guys were discussing me like I was a piece of meat. The thing about drugs was puzzling, though. I really didn’t know what they were talking about. I hadn’t taken any drugs, but something strange was going on inside of me, I knew. But truthfully, at that moment, nothing really mattered other than that they not stop what they were doing. More than anything in the world, I wanted Tony and Dwayne to keep talking about me, keep on admiring me. I had come to the point where I would beg them to take me any way they wanted. I would plead with either or both of them to fuck me. And I think my body language told them that.

Tony said, "You check out the rest of this whore’s body? Take a look at that cunt. I let everybody in the bar take a good look at that thing. The little slut loved it."

"No shit, eh? She just let you show it off in public. I like that. I guess she knows it’s a great looking cunt, too, Tony," Dwayne laughed. "I like the way it mounds there just below her belly. She keep it shaved like that all the time?"

"I don’t think so," Tony said. "I think she told me she did it just this night for her wuss of a husband.

"Well, I’ll keep her shaved from now on," Dwayne noted. Then, nodding at me, he said to Tony, "Why don’t you get started on that. I’d like to see her perform."

I really did want Tony "to get started on me," but I also had just enough sense left in my sex distraught brain to realize that I had to call my husband. I told Tony that if I didn’t get home in an hour or so, Brad would get worried and probably send someone to look for me.

"Call him," Tony said. "Tell him you’re not coming home tonight. Tell him I’ll be fucking you for the next five or six hours at least. Tell the little punk that I said it would be all right for him to come over and watch. That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it?"

I didn’t know what to do or say. I didn’t like the way he spoke about my husband, but at the same time I found it intoxicatingly erotic. He was a very dominant male. I knew I should simply leave, go home. But something inside of me wouldn’t let me. The idea of walking away from Tony was incomprehensible. I wanted him beyond all reason. I was shaking like a leaf, as I moved to pick up the phone.

Brad answered on the first ring.

"Brad," I said, my voice trembling. "I don’t know how to tell you this. Tony’s here with me. I’m going to stay here with him. Tony said it would be okay if you come and watch. I want you to. Remember the fantasy? We could do it here," I begged.

For a full minute there was dead silence at the other end. "You’re going to let him fuck you, Bridget?" he finally answered.

"Yes," I murmured. "I can’t help it. But if you’ll promise to come here, I won’t let him start until you get here. Please come, Brad. Please."

Again there was a long pause. "I don’t know. This is screwing me all up. I don’t know what to do."

"Please, Brad."

The pause before he answered was excruciating. "All right. But wait until I get there to start."

"I will," I replied.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Just come quickly."

All the while I was talking to Brad, Tony and Dwayne continued to examine me, turning me one way and then another, commenting on this curve or that, pinching or probing some part of my body or another. I told Tony what had transpired in my conversation with my husband. He merely laughed and said, "I doubt he’ll be able to stand the competition."

He motioned to me to kneel down in front of him, and indicated with a nod of his head for me to unzip his pants. When I told him I’d promised Brad to wait, he simply laughed and nodded again at his belt. I knelt down in front of him and unbuckled his pants. Reaching in, I began to pull his cock from his pants. It seemed never to end. When I had finally pulled it clear, its size and weight stunned me. It was enormous, even larger than I had visualized earlier this evening at the bar. It was easily twice the size of my husband’s and it had yet to completely stiffen. Its weight, lying there in my hands, dazed me. I think you have to be a woman to understand how I was feeling as Tony’s cock engorged and hardened in my hand. I was delirious with desire for it, yet at the same time I was paralyzed with fear at the thought of that mammoth shaft penetrating my body.

Tony’s cock was still hardening when he indicated that I should open my mouth. I had very rarely given Brad oral sex. It wasn’t his favorite. Or mine. So I was somewhat fearful about how well I would perform. More than anything at that moment, I did not want to disappoint him. I knew from the few porn movies that Brad and I had watched, that men apparently like to have as much of their cock in the girl’s mouth as possible and that it’s important for the girl to look at them while they do it. I decided that, no matter how difficult, I would do exactly that for Tony tonight. More than anything in the world, I wanted to please him.

Opening my mouth, I felt the head of Tony’s colossal shaft slip past my lips. I looked steadily up at him, inviting him with my eyes to penetrate deeper. As he pushed deeper into me and neared the back of my throat, I felt myself start to gag, and my eyes began to tear, but I didn’t resist. I somehow brought the gagging under control, and as the head of his penis began to slip down my throat, I felt his entire cock begin to swell to full hardness and heard a great deep moan come from his mouth. Amazingly, just the sound alone of Tony’s pleasure brought me to a kind of climax.

Tony called to Dwayne to take a look. "I’ve got half my cock in the bitch’s mouth. She’ll make you a great whore, boss."

Looking over at Dwayne, I could see that he was intrigued. He watched intently as Tony took four more strokes down my throat. "Hold on a minute," he said, walking over behind me and placing one hand on the back of my head and the other around my throat. "Take a longer and harder stroke this time, and I’ll hold her head. See if you get it all in. I don’t know if she can take it, but it ought to be a hell of a lot of fun finding out."

I was scared to death at the brutal way Dwayne talked about me, but I remained determined to please Tony.and I guess Dwayne as well. Tony pulled out to the edge of my lips and slowly repenetrated to the back of my throat, and then, with Dwayne holding my head steady, he suddenly drove his cock hard down my throat, and in an instant my face was buried in Tony’s pubic hair. I felt him pull back an inch or two and then drive deeply in again, each time harder than the last. To use his words, he was "fucking my mouth like a cunt." I dimly heard Dwayne exclaim that yes, I’ll make an excellent whore. Again, the remarked scared me and pleased me. Those were the emotions washing over me. I was both terrified that Tony would hurt me or that I’d pass out from lack of breath, and incredibly proud of what I’d done and the great pleasure I’d given him. The smile he gave me when he finally pulled out of my mouth and carried me to the bed was better than any climax I could have had at that moment. "You were great," he said simply. "I’ll be using that again."

Laying me on the bed, he again kissed me in ways I’ve never been kissed. Where his huge penis had been only moments before, his tongue now hungrily explored my mouth, as if I was the first girl he’d ever kissed. I felt extremely wanted just then. Standing up, he called Dwayne to look at my vagina, which I hoped and assumed Tony was finally going to use. I remembered my promise to Brad not to start until he got there. I was truly and deeply sorry, but I was far too deep in the throes of passion and desire for that promise to matter now.

Tony spread my legs open, and as he was gently fingering my clitoris, he answered Dwayne’s question about the tightness of my vagina by saying that he guessed from looking at my husband that he was probably a "pencil dick," and that I should be "tight as a virgin."

I was shaking with anticipation and desire as Tony mounted me and I felt his awesome cock slowly probing my trembling labia. Pushing inside of me, he completely filled me. I could feel the walls of my vagina stretching to accommodate him. It was true what Tony had said. My husband was small. I felt entirely like a virgin, and the resistance Tony encountered as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into my wet pussy gratified him and confirmed his immense size.

"From the way this cunt feels, I’d guess your husband is real small," Tony grinned. "Is he?"

"Oh, God, Tony. You’re so big, so massive," I moaned. I’d never felt anything like this. It was like this is the first time for me. "Don’t ever stop, Tony. I’ve never ever had it, like this," I blurted out, blushing between flushed breaths.

"When I’ve finished splitting your cunt open, Bridget, honey, that pencil dick will never satisfy you again."

All I could reply was "Oh, fuck me, Tony, fuck me, fuck me."

Dwayne, intently watching Tony work me over, suddenly interjected "Don’t cum in her cunt, Tony. I don’t want it all sloppy when I use it."

It suddenly occurred to me for the first time that Dwayne definitely was going to use me, too. How stupid of me, I thought. I thought about protesting that I only wanted Tony, that I wasn’t a common whore, but before the words could come out, Tony had moved to my mouth, filling it as before with his enormous penis, now wet and glistening with my own love juices. "Be good, now. I brought you here for Dwayne," Tony said, slipping easily now down my throat. "You’re my present to him, and I only give the best."

Within moments, I felt my pussy being probed again as Dwayne mounted me. Incredibly, he seemed even bigger than Tony, and I could tell from his first stroke that he was going to use me in an entirely different way. This man knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was his own pleasure. Not mine. By the second stroke he was pushing up hard against my cervix. When Tony pulled out of my mouth for a brief moment, I got my first glimpse of the man who was pushing inside of me. He was a big man, not fat really, but not sculpted like Tony. He had an intensity about him that scared me, but like everything that night, it thrilled me, too.

I expected Tony to return to my mouth, but instead he walked off. I didn’t wonder about it long, however, as the power and vigor of Dwayne’s use of me focused my concentration solely on him. Amazingly, I was starting to cum, and he had only taken a few strokes in me. But God, what strokes they were, deeply penetrating, almost vicious in their intensity, but oh my god so intensely thrilling! I was startled, then, when Tony returned, my husband trailing behind him.

On the verge of an intense climax, I smiled meekly at Brad. He seemed shocked.

"I thought you said you’d wait," he whispered.

As I opened my mouth to answer, Tony motioned me to take his cock, which I instantly and greedily did, stilling any answer.

I heard Dwayne laugh and tell my husband that I’d been all over Tony’s cock before the phone was hung up.

"You got a serious whore for a wife, Brad," Tony exclaimed. "And that’s the way we’re going to treat her."

"Tony’s about to drop a load in her mouth, kid," Dwayne said. "You’ll at least get to see that. And then I’ll work her cunt over real good for you. You ought to enjoy that."

I couldn’t see what Brad’s reaction to all this was because Tony was now seriously working my mouth. Each stroke drove my face into his belly and I could feel his large sack slapping under my chin. Suddenly, I felt his cock contract and his first load of cum splatter down my throat. He pulled his cock back a bit then, and began to fill my mouth. It was my first taste of semen. I was intrigued by its taste and texture and by how much hotter it was than I’d expected. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but some of it ran out the corners of my mouth and down my chin.

When Tony finished, and I could see Brad again, I couldn’t quite read his expression. While Tony had me cleaning his cock and licking up the cum that had dripped from my chin to the floor, I heard him compliment my husband on my oral "technique." Brad just sort of nodded enigmatically. My attention was soon diverted, however, as Dwayne resumed his invasion of me.

His strokes were now harder and deeper and infinitely more stimulating. But as his fourth or fifth stroke drove hard into the back of my vagina, he coldly said to me, "Your cunts not big enough to take my cock, slut. What would you like me to do about that?"

To my utter amazement and consternation, I heard some strange voice inside me say, "I want you to make it fit."

Both Dwayne and Tony laughed. "That’s the right answer, baby," Tony said. I wondered if Brad had heard me say that.

"I’m going to have to penetrate your cervix, bitch. You’re going to bleed and you’re going to hurt, you know that."

"Yes," I answered distractedly. All I wanted was his cock back in me probing the depths of my cunt.

"Ask me again to split you open, cunt. Beg me!"

"Please, spilt me open," I instantly and obediently answered. I saw brad’s face go pale.

"Turn her over," Dwayne said coolly.

Tony pulled me around by my breasts, and positioned me so that my arms were pulled out, my breasts pressed down on the bed, and my rear raised and poised for Dwayne’s next assault. Dwayne’s next three strokes were quite painful as he tried to drive into my womb, but also perfectly masked by the incredible climax I could feel lurking just at the edge of consciousness. But I could see from the reflection in the mirror that he still wasn’t entirely inside me.

"Have her husband come over and hold her shoulders steady," Dwayne said. "I can’t seem to break her down."

I wasn’t surprised that Brad wouldn’t do it, and in truth I was thrilled when Tony moved to hold me down, instead. With Tony holding me and encouraging him to split me open, Dwayne drove repeatedly into me with increasing power and intensity. I could feel my cervix begin to retreat against this vicious assault. Finally, I felt his gigantic cock at last burst into my womb. I’m not, however, altogether sure I felt his cum erupting inside of me because wave after wave of my own stupendous climax was engulfing me, masking what I knew should be incredible pain.

I vaguely remember a brief rest before Tony and Dwayne took me again, this time much more viciously and oh so much more powerfully. I thought Dwayne might literally split me apart one time he was so deep inside of me. All I recall for sure was again ignoring the searing pain when Dwayne took me this time anally. the only screams coming from my mouth where cries for them not to stop. I’ll never forget the intensity of the feeling of Dwayne’s hand completely inside my vagina as he ripped into my ass, coupled with the enormous gratitude I felt as they both simultaneously filled my ass and mouth with load after fabulous load of delicious cum. Nothing could compare to that. When they had finished with me and I humbly and thankfully knelt to lick their cocks clean, I felt for the first time like a real woman satisfying real men.

Brad was gone by the time Dwayne and Tony finished their third rounds with me. When I arrived home shortly after dawn, he was waiting for me. He said he’d left when Tony told him that they had given me a drug called "ecstasy," aptly named, I must say. He was afraid the police might come and he’d lose his job if he were caught there. I felt real pity for Brad then. I guess the good thing is that because Tony drugged me, it gave us both an excuse. Brad forgave me. "That wasn’t really you," he said. And I could rationalize my behavior. Brad said he was partly to blame and that he’d never suggest such things again.

As for me, I don’t know. It’s been a week now. Yesterday at work, I got a large package. In it was an incredibly sexy dress. It’s a pink "hologram" dress with virtually no front at all. It scoops well below my belly button and at the top has a little string that draws just enough of the material across my breasts to barely cover my nipples. It’s obscenely tight, dramatically short, and utterly revealing. With it came a stunning and very expensive fur coat…and an invitation from Dwayne and his brother Dominic to join them at their club as their special guest this Saturday.

The whole ensemble is exquisite, and when I remove the coat and see myself in that astonishingly provocative dress, I’m literally left breathless. Dwayne obviously picked this out himself and has certainly given some thought to it. It does what I know he likes. It displays my breasts in the most inviting and titillating way imaginable, especially when I walk. Brad is going away for a long-planned reunion with some college buddies this weekend. It’s as if fate is unfairly tempting me. I just don’t know.

"I’m not sure. I’m don’t think I’m entirely happy with the thought of another man screwing the woman I love." I replied.

We were cuddling in bed having just had one of the oddest conversations in our married life so far. Cassie, my wife of the last 4 years, had initiated a discussion about fantasies by asking me if I had any unfulfilled ones. Of course I did, but it seems she had an ulterior motive in asking, namely to reveal hers. Cassie, I had just discovered, had a burning desire for a threesome. As it happens, so do I, and being bi, I’m not too fussed whether it’s a girl or a guy, but somehow I thought another guy would be pleasuring me not my wife. It was clear from what Cassie said that she fancied a different cock to mine but wanted me to be present, and preferably participatory.

"Aw, c’mon Steve, you already know you weren’t the first. Wouldn’t you just love to see a hard cock pounding me the way you do? And if this works out, we might try a few other things."

She rested her head on my chest and looked up into my eyes, pulling that expression that just melts me every time. I suppose you’d call them ‘puppy eyes’. It’s her near foolproof way of getting what she wants. That and the fact that her hand had found it’s way to my stiffening dick and was working it’s magic on me.

"I guess. I just don’t know how we’d find someone." I responded.

"Just leave that to me, sweetheart. I’ve got an idea or two." And with that she disappeared under the covers and commenced taking me to heaven with her talented mouth. One thing I admitted to myself, whoever joined us would definitely be in for a good time.

It was about a week later when Cassie came home from work, all smiles and with a playful look in her eye that meant she’d been up to something. It’s the look she has when she spreads her legs before me and puts on her most intimate show, while I masturbate gently. God, I love it when she does that for me, plays with her pussy and brings herself to climax. We tend to do that during the time that she’s on. I’ve never been one for making love whilst my wife has her period, it’s a real turn off for me.

"We have a guest for dinner tonight, love." I knew what was coming. "You know Carl from work?" I did, we’d met at her works Christmas party. A nice guy but I remember thinking that he couldn’t take his eyes off Cassie.

"Oh right. What time?" I asked her.

"About 8 O’clock. He’s bringing the wine."

"Is this what I think it is? Have you arranged what we spoke about the other night?"

"It might be. It depends on you and him. As far as he knows, it’s just dinner, but if you’re willing then we might proceed to the bedroom."

"How do you even know he’s interested?"

"Well, I have it on good authority."

"That’ll be Kate, then." I interjected. Kate was Cassie’s best friend at work and I know they talked about everything.

"OK then, I have it on Kate’s authority that he’s told a few of the guys that he’d love to bend me over the copier and take me from behind. But he’s got integrity and wouldn’t take up with a married woman."

"But not enough to stop ogling them at Christmas parties. And excuse me, you are still going to be married when he arrives."

"Yeh, but you’ll be there too so that might be OK."

She started to take me through the plan. The pretext for his coming was a business idea she wanted to run past him. Carl was to arrive, I’d take his coat as she showed him round the house. Cassie intended to go pantie free, and as she entered the kitchen drop something, bend down to pick it up and give Carl an eyeful of her pussy. Meanwhile, I was supposed to register if he reacted. Thereafter, we’d play it by ear. Chances are, we might not even get as far as dinner.

At about five to eight, Carl arrived. The plan went into action and I took his coat. Cassie did the tour and led him to the kitchen. As she entered, she picked up the oven glove to ‘check the dinner’ and dropped it. She bent down provocatively to pick it up exposing her already moist lips.

"Smells good." Carl said as he turned to me, thereby completly missing the show put on entirely for his benefit. "Who’s the cook, you or your wife."

"Cassie’s the real chef, although I can throw a mean chinese meal together given half a chance." I responded trying hard not to smirk at Cassie’s frustration.

Well, I can tell you that trying not to laugh was the theme of the night for me, as throughout dinner all of Cassie’s attempts to entice a reaction out of Carl failed utterly, and everything she did, he seemed not to notice. She’d pulled every trick I knew she had in her arsenal and a few I didn’t know of. Every time she flashed a little breast or pussy, he was looking the other way. Every suggestive comment went unheard. Every attempt to guide the conversation to sex fell flat as Carl kept returning to the subject of work. I was resisting the urge to guffaw with laughter as she got more and more frustrated.

Dinner came to an end and I helped her clear the dishes. Carl followed us out with his now empty wine glass.

"I’m just going to go to the bathroom before I get going. It’s been a really nice evening." Carl said as he handed Cassie his glass before exiting towards the downstairs toilet.

"Nice guy. He can come for dinner again." I said to her through my sniggers as we loaded the dishwasher.

"Fat lot of fucking help you’ve been. Sitting there grinning like a fucking idiot. He’ll think you’re simple." she snapped back. ‘Tetchy’, I thought.

"What did you expect me to do? Fish his cock out and say, ‘I say darling, this one’s a whopper. Fancy hopping on and riding his old fella to kingdom come?’" She glared an icy stare. "Look babe, it’s obviously not meant to be. He’s not picking up any signals. You couldn’t have been much more direct"

"We’ll fuckin’ see about that!" she retorted, slamming the dishwasher shut and storming out of the kitchen just as Carl emerged from the loo. "Carl, how would you fancy fucking me right now?" she asked an astonished Carl. For that matter, my jaw hit the floor too. Now that was direct!

Carl didn’t respond but looked in my direction. I just shrugged.

"The thing is Carl, I fancy you something rotten. I have for ages, and I’d like you to fuck the living daylights out of me. You and Steve together."

Carl stammered "What. but."

"I’ll take that as a ‘yes’" Cassie said, grabbed Carl by the back of the head and stuck her tongue down his throat, while grabbing his crotch. She broke off the kiss (more like an attempt to devour him) and practically dragged him into the living room.

I felt some sort of explanation was in order as I joined them.

"Carl, this isn’t my idea, honestly! Cassie has a fantasy about a threesome and has selected you. Something to do with you saying you wanted to screw her over the photocopier." I said. Carl turned scarlet. "It’s your call. I’m fine either way."

Carl answered by kissing my wife properly and slowly letting his hand find it’s way up her skirt to her pussy. I had to admit, I was turned on, and I could see that Carl was too, his bulge gave him away.

"Fuck! No panties!" Carl said, his first coherent words for a while.

"Finally, you notice," Cassie laughed as she spread her legs wider, "I’ve been trying to get you to see all night." she continued as Carl slipped a digit inside her moist cunt.

"Shall we adjourn upstairs? It’s more comfortable up there." I asked.

We headed up the stairs and entered our bedroom. This felt weird. We were about to share our private chamber with someone else.

"Look, Carl, a few rules first." Cassie said as she removed her clothing. "1. If I say no to anything, that’s final, OK?"

"Sure." Carl replied.

"Also, I’ll probably tell you what I want you to do. 2. If Steve leaves the room at any point, we stop and wait for him to return. I won’t do this without him here. Agreed?"

"Yes."

"3. You must wear a condom when you fuck me. Steve won’t but that’s different, he’s my husband."

Carl was removing his clothing as he nodded.

"Great. Now hurry up and get naked. I want to see what I’ve been waiting for all night." Cassie was completely naked by now, the nipples on her gorgeous breasts standing to attention, and the moisture on her pussy glistening.

Carl removed the last item of clothing, his boxers, and his erection sprung free. I freely admit I was surprised. Carl had a bigger dick than I expected. Quite long, about 8 inches, and thicker than my own. It was also handsome, and looking across at Cassie I saw she was nearly drooling. For that matter so was I. I’d have loved to get my mouth around it myself, but this was Cassie’s show.

"C’mere!" She drawled, grasping at Carl’s rigid penis. "I’m gonna suck the life out of ya!"

She took the head of Carl’s rod into her mouth, and speaking from experience, I’m sure she ran her tongue around the underside of the helmet. In fact, I saw the look on Carl’s face and I recognized the bliss that I felt and I knew that was exactly what she was doing. Carl moaned softly as she slowly worked her way down the shaft, taking more & more of his length into her warm, wet mouth and he began to breathe more shallowly. At about halfway down she started rising back up to the top of his cock, & on reaching the end of his tool, completely removed it from her mouth, pursing her lips so that he ended by kissing it. It was all one smooth action & it turned me on seeing her do to him what usually put me on cloud 9. She turned her head to one side & began making her way down the shaft towards his ball sac. Then, she worked her way back up to the top, changed to the other side & did the same.

I was transfixed, and I must say jealous of both of them. I wanted to be either in this scene, the sucker or the recipient. It was then I realized I was fully clothed. I quickly shed my garments, fortuitously going commando myself that day, and made my way to the bed, my own 7 and a half inch dick stiff and leading the way. Cassie was oblivious to me whilst giving Carl the mother of all blowjobs as I climbed on behind her. She was used to me fucking her, but Carl would be a bit bigger. I thought it would be a good idea to loosen her a little to take Carl’s boner. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips, the way she likes.

"Yes, Steve, fuck me while I suck this monster." Cassie panted, before planting her mouth over Carl’s cock again, this time taking as much as she could without gagging.

I slid the head of my penis into her well lubricated cunt and drove the shaft home up her canal. I heard a muffled scream of delight as she pushed back onto my cock, all the way sucking Carl for all she was worth. My darling wife was being fucked in both ends and was clearly loving it. For the record, I was loving it too. She was right, this was definitely worth the effort she’d put in. I was fucking her slow and sensual and could feel her vagina muscles gripping my cock as the shaft moved in and out as smooth as a piston.

I looked up to see Carl with his eyes shut tight, and I just knew he was trying desperately hard not to cum. My wife, when she sets her mind on it, can give a blowjob unlike anyone else I’ve ever known. I smiled, knowing what Carl was experiencing when a shout broke forth.

"Fuuuuck! Shit, I’m gonna cum." Carl cried and tried to pull his swollen member from Cassie’s mouth. She was having none of it, gripping his butt with one hand and pulling him even closer, finally succeeding in deep throating him. She’d said she intended to suck the life from him and she meant it. I was amazed, Cassie never swallows, but there was something about that night that had turned her into a savage animal and she held him there as his body convulsed, shooting his semen into her mouth. I could see his body jerk as he shot his load. Seven, eight, nine times he must have spurted. Cassie gamely tried to take it all but to no avail, it was too much for her.

When he’d finished jerking, she pulled herself off my rod and removed his softening dick from her mouth, cum running down her chin. She turned to face me like that and I almost shot my own load, the love of my life looked that sexy. She turned to Carl.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked rhetorically, pushing the cum back into her mouth with her finger. Carl just nodded and looked drained. "You just lie back there and recover, I’m not done with you yet." Carl did as he was told and flopped back against the pillows. "My hubby and I will get you hard again soon."

My heart skipped a beat. What did she mean? Did she want me to play with his cock as well? She must have read my face or something as she whispered to me "Not yet sweetheart, not yet."

She lay back, spreadeagled on the bed, her recently vacated cunt in full view of the exhausted Carl.

"Come and kiss my sex, darling." I did as she instructed, kissing her pouting lips. "No dear, Carl needs to see. Lick me from above."

The only way I could do that comfortably was to straddle her face and lower mine down to her crotch. This was extremely good for me as it meant she could suck my cock too.

"Mmmm. I love the taste of my pussy on you." I knew she did. The taste of her juices always gets her hotter. I kissed her pussy lips again and I could feel Carl’s eyes burning down upon us. I spread her lips apart and licked the cavity that my cock had only just been filling. Her clitoris peeked out from the folds and I circled it with my tongue. Knowing what gets her off, I kept nibbling it with my teeth and licking it while I eased two fingers into her cunt. She was wet beyond belief and leaking pussy juice like I’d never known her. A mere minute or two into my ministrations and I felt her pull my cock from her mouth and cry loudly. Her orgasm was on it’s way. I renewed my licking of her pussy as Carl reached forward, pulled my hand away and pushed three of his own fingers into her sopping cunt. I looked up to see that his erection had returned. That would please Cassie.

What happened next shocked me, but delighted me. Carl was getting bold. He removed his fingers, shuffled forward and placed the tip of his cock head at the entrance to my wife’s tunnel. Just barely touching, but not entering her. My wife was well into her orgasm and didn’t notice me stop the cunnilingus. I looked up at Carl, who grinned and nodded. I chanced my arm, and in one long stroke, licked from my wife’s clitoris, along her pussy folds and over the top of Carl’s rock hard member. I looked up at him again to make sure I hadn’t overstepped the mark. He smiled at me, nodded again and pulled away. I mouthed ‘next time?’ at him. He mouthed ‘Oh yeh!’ back at me.

I climbed off my panting wife and kissed her.

"He’s ready, love. That’s if you are." I told her.

"One second," she gasped. "I need to get myself together".

Carl and I looked at each other while she composed herself, flicking tongues at each other and grinning. The next time was gonna be amazing.

"Right. Carl, on your back. I need that big thing of yours up my cunt now." Cassie had clearly recovered. ‘First things first though." She reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. She tore open the pack and placed the end over Carl’s hard on. "I only hope this doesn’t split." she said as she rolled it down his shaft.

Taking a deep breath she straddled Carl. He held his cock upright, guiding it to her cunt, and once in position, she slowly inched her way down it.

"Fucking hell! It’s huge. Jeeze!" I was again watching with rapt attention, seeing my beautiful wife impaled on Carl’s magnificent rod. Again I felt jealous of my wife. It had been years since I’d been fucked, but maybe that would change, provided Cassie didn’t mind. I moved around the bed and presented my dick to my wife’s mouth. She took it in with glee, sucking at the head in the special way she does. Unbeknownst to her, I could feel Carl beneath her nuzzling and licking my scrotum before making his way a little further back to lick my asshole. I was enjoying the sensation when my wife stopped sucking me.

"Darling, I want you to do it." she said a little cryptically.

"What?"

"It! What I won’t do."

"You’ll have to tell me." I knew what she wanted. She’d refused often enough, despite the fact I knew she’d done it before, and now, she’d have to ask, almost beg me to.

"Fuck me ‘there’."

"You mean your ass?"

"Yes. Fuck my ass. Shove your cock up my asshole. I want to feel both of you."

On one hand, I felt like I wanted her to beg but on the other hand, this was anal sex. I got off the bed and walked behind her. Her ass exposed whilst Carl continued pounding her cunt was very erotic. I took the tube of KY Jelly we kept in the bedside drawer and squirted some over my cock. I took a little and placed it on her sphincter. The coldness of the jelly caused her to tense a little. I worked a finger inside to prepare before the plunge. Then, I climbed on the bed behind her and positioned myself at the entrance to her most secret opening. I kissed her back and told her to relax before I pushed the head in. Immediately I felt her grip my rod hard, and I sensed a little pain.

"Relax, Cass love, I won’t hurt you."

"Keep going, darling, I’m OK." she replied

I slowly pushed the shaft into her anus until I was ball deep. I could feel Carl still thrusting into her pussy and could clearly feel the pressure of his cock head pushing against my shaft through the thin internal parts keeping us apart. For a moment, I wished Cassie wasn’t there, but it was just a moment.

I started sliding my cock in and out of her ass and before long, Carl and I had got into a nice rhythm between us that was driving Cass wild.

"Fuckin’ Yes." She screamed. "Fuck me. Both of you. Fuck me till you cum. Don’t stop. Yes." Was this really my wife screaming and behaving like a whore. I loved it! I started to fuck her harder in her anus while Carl increased the pounding of her cunt, both of us seemingly trying to tear through the membrane to let our dicks meet.

It couldn’t last. The intensity was way too much. I only hoped I came after she did. I got my wish, just as I was on the cusp, heading to the point of no return.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!" Cassie yelled as she came with a force that was entirely new to me. Her sphincter gripped my cock extra tight forcing me to relinquish control. I bucked one last time I shot my seed deep into her rectum. I felt like I was cumming gallons, like it wouldn’t stop. At the same time, I felt Carl in her vagina jerk hard and spill his second load into the rubber separating him from my wife’s cervix and cunt.

Once my spurts had finished I pulled out of my wife’s ass. She was red faced, and drenched in perspiration. Almost immediately, my load began to leak from her anus, down over her pussy and onto Carl’s sheathed cock. Cassie rolled off Carl cock and lay back exhausted again. I sat cross legged facing them both as Carl rolled the cum filled rubber off his softening penis and placed it into the waste paper bin by the bed.

"Well love, was that everything you expected?" I asked.

"Everything and more. Can we do this again?" She replied.

"Definitely." I said, just as Carl also replied "Yes, please."

Cassie laughed. "Oh yes indeed." Then she turned to Carl, kissed him and said, "Y’know Carl, my sweetheart over there is bi, maybe next time."

I cut her off, and replied, "He knows already," and reaching over and cupping his balls and soft cock I continued, "and the next time is going to be a whole lot more fun for all of us."

At home Allen had been watching movies. He knew Alice needed a night away by herself, so when she said she was going out for the evening, he hadn’t thought anything of it. He kissed her goodbye. Told her she was looking hot and said be careful. He hadn’t dreamed that the night would turn out like it did. Oh, he and Alice talked about everything they would like to do to each other and for each other, but never in his wildest imagination did he think this would happen tonight.

Alice walked in the door, behind her was Caroline. Allen had heard the car pull up and met her at the door, glad she was home and hoped she had had a good time. His eyes about popped out of his head and his jaw dropped open when he seen the two of them. Alice still looking great with her long dark hair pulled up and this beauty who was with her. Caroline, who had a nice trim figure, with long blonde curls and a killer smile. He stuttered and said, “Hello ladies. How are you this evening?” They both laughed and Alice introduced him to Caroline. He still had no clue what was going on but decided to play along. He took their coats and put them in the other room, while Alice brought Caroline into the living room and told her to make herself at home. Allen, being the gentleman had gotten the ladies a drink and brought it into the living room. He stopped when he walked into the room. Amazed by what he was seeing. He blinked. Could this be real? Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing he thought to himself. Caroline was sitting on Alice strattling her undoing her blouse, button by button, kissing her. He could see their tongues entwining and he thought for a second he would drop the glasses he was holding. No he wasn’t dreaming. Caroline was all over Alice and he was getting hot. He sat the glasses down on the table and sat next to his wife. He began to touch Caroline and she stopped and stood up. She went over to the stereo and turned on some music. Something seductive. She walked back over to the two of them on the couch and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Allen couldn’t believe it. This beautiful woman was going to strip for them. She danced and taunted for what seemed like forever. The only thing she had on now was her black lace bra, a g string , her thigh high stockings and her heels. Alice said, ” Ok sweet thing do your stuff.” So Caroline sat on Allen’s lap. Her shoes on the couch, her crotch in his face. She began undilating on his lap. Moving her ass and hips to the music. She bent her head down and started to kiss Allen, flicking her tongue all over his lips. He gasped. He was in heaven. His hands were on her hips, he was feeling her ass, her hips. She was so soft, so beautiful and so damn sexy. Alice, still sitting next to Allen, pulled off her blouse, stood up and slid her skirt down. Now she too was just in her undergarments. Allen looked at his beautiful wife and smiled. Alice stood behind Caroline and undid the hooks on her bra and slowly pulled them off of her shoulders, exposing her gorgeous breasts. She fondled them, pulled at her nipples, lifted them up so Allen could taste them. And he did. He savored them, licked and sucked those tits while his wife fed them to him. Caroline was getting so wet and turned on by now. Her hips kept grinding on Allen’s cock thru his jeans. She could feel how hard he was. She stood up, took Allen’s hands and stood him up and the two women started to undress Allen. He had a wonderful body. Huge arms that Alice adored and a nice thick cock which was fully erect now. Both ladies smiled and Allen sat back down. They both went down on him. Licking up and down both sides of his cock, coming to the head where their tongues would meet and they kissed. His hands on both their heads, not believing what was happening. He thought he would explode. Alice backed off so Caroline could suck Allen. Caroline was on her knees between Allen’s legs, sucking and licking that cock like she hadn’t had one in years. She knew what she was doing. Alice got behind Caroline and rubbed her hands all over that sweet ass. Finally she had to taste it, so she spread her cheeks apart and licked that beautiful rim. God it was good. Caroline moaned and groaned while Allen’s cock was in her mouth. She too couldn’t believe how incredible this night was becoming.

Allen didn’t want to cum this way. He had to have a pussy wrapped around his cock. He stood up and said, “Alice, lie on the floor on your back.” So she did. Caroline knew what was coming next so she put her face between Alice’s legs and smelled all her womanhood. Caroline’s sweet ass in the air, Allen had to have some of it also. So he worked his tongue all around, Caroline squirming and writhing while her face is buried in Alice’s sweet cunt. She began to lick and suck at that clit. She ran her tongue all up and down those lips. She had to feel Allen inside her. She said, “Allen would you fuck me?” Allen wasted no time sliding his throbbing cock into that pussy. In and out slowly at first. Caroline’s mouth moving on Alice’s pussy to the beat of Allen’s cock. Fucking and sucking! Alice couldn’t take it any more. She came all over Caroline’s mouth. Caroline thought God this taste so good. Alice lay there spent. After a moment she got up on her knees next to Caroline. Allen knew what she wanted. He took his cock out of Caroline and stuck it in Alice, fucking her hard, holding her hips. He went back to Caroline. Fucking her hard this time. He had to cum now. He gave it one last thrust and shuddered, cumming all over inside her. Alice laid Caroline down on her back. She had to taste them both. She wanted to make Caroline cum, but also wanted to taste Allen’s sweet cum. She licked and sucked at Caroline’s clit. Hard. She felt the warm hot cum from Allen’s cock all inside her mouth. This is what she had been waiting for all night. She licked and kissed that pussy and then Caroline screamed out and Alice just smiled and lapped up all those juices.

Allen kissed Alice. Caroline kissed them both and said, “See the two of you very soon.” They walked Caroline to the door and Allen led his wife upstairs.

 
 

“Get on top of me and put my cock in your ass,” he told her. She got on top and took his cock, lined it up with her ass and slid down causing his cock to slide in slowly. He was pinching her nipples while she was working his cock in her ass. Jenna had finally gotten his cock all the way in her ass and was bouncing up and down fucking her ass with his hard cock. Kenny took a thumb and started massaging her clit. She lost it and started cumming. She didn’t know why, but when she was being fucked in the ass, she would cum so hard. she loved the feeling of a cock in her ass and knew that if they survived this ordeal, anal sex would always be something that she would always need.

Kenny fucked his cock into her ass until he filled her ass with his cum. Jenna rolled over feeling ashamed for feeling so good.

Kenny got up and went into the living room and told Daryl and Clay that they could get some sleep, but they had something else in mind. They headed for the bedroom where Jenna was.

Clay walked up to the bed and told Jenna to suck his cock. Without even thinking about it she slid to the edge of the bed and took his cock in her mouth. She began sucking him and running her tongue over his cock and Daryl got on the bed behind her and slipped his cock into her pussy. Daryl began pounding his cock into her wet cunt from behind. As he pushed his cock in her pussy, Clay would push his cock deeper in Jenna’s throat.

“Yeah bitch, suck my hard cock until I cum down your throat,” Clay said. “You better not lose a drop either.”

Daryl was fucking her pussy as hard as he could. Clay started cumming in her mouth and she swallowed every drop. Clay pulled his cock out of Jenna’s mouth and wiped it on her face. When he wiped his cock coated with his cum and Jenna’s spit on her face, Daryl filled her pussy with another load of cum.

Jenna was told to get out and Clay said he was going to bed. Daryl went to one of the other rooms to get some sleep.

When Jenna came out of the bedroom she found her friends were already up and being fucked. She sat down and was told to suck Jeremy’s cock. She went over and kneeled down taking his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking his cockhead. His cock was hard in no time and she sucked his entire cock in her throat. He began pumping his cock in her mouth and shot his cum in her mouth.

After a couple of hours two cars pulled in the drive way and a man who looked about forty and a woman that looked in her early thirties got out. Kenny met them at the door and welcomed them in. The woman looked at Jenna and the rest and said, ” looks like you found some entertainment while you were waiting.”

” Yeah, its better than sitting here with our fingers up our ass waiting for you,” Kenny said, “besides, if I know you, before we leave you will have your time at them too.”

The woman said that she’d love to but there wasn’t time. They had to get out of there while they still could.

“What are you going to do with them when we go,” she ask.

“I’m gonna just tie them up and leave them. Someone will find them soon,” Kenny said.

Kenny went out to the car and came back with a suitcase. He opened it and got out some clean clothes to wear. When he came back from changing, the man that had arrived in the car had Rhonda on her knees sucking his cock.

“Ok, lets wrap things up in here and get out of this country,” Kenny said. “We’ve got a long way to go before we reach the border.”

Veronica and Jenna both had a cock in their cunts and Rhonda had one in her mouth and ass. He watched as the guys were giving them their last fucking before they left. When the guys finished cumming, the girls were tied up and left between the legs of Brad, Jeremy, and Shawn.They were told to suck their cocks. They did as told.

When the guys filled their mouths with cum they realized they were alone. The escapees must have slipped out and left. Jenna tried to loosen her ropes but couldn’t get them loose. Each one tried without any luck. noone was really saying much to the others. mostly because noone knew what to say. They lay there til they drifted off to sleep.

Jenna felt herself being shaken awake and opened her eyes to see Brad standing beside their bed. “Time to get up Baby. We’ve got to meet the gang at the lake this morning.” Brad said. “I hope this weekend turns out to be the best weekend we have ever had.”

“Get your hard cock in this bed and fuck me, you wouldn’t believe the dream I had and my pussy is soaking wet.” she said. “they’ll wait.”

 
 

My mom’s name is Sally and she is 41 years old. She is a full on BBW. She is very pretty, but had been on her own since dad left home 10 years ago. She finally had a new lover. Her own daughter.

Mom told me that she understood why Scott and I had been doing what we had. She told me incest ran in our family and that she and my Grandma Barbara had been having regular sex sessions since she was 16 years old.

I asked mom if I could visit grandma and she said she’d take me at the weekend. My mom told me she would need to visit my granny by herself first and that she would need to show her my diary. I hesitated but the thought of my own grandma making love to me soon made me hand over my diary.

I wondered what it would be like to be with woman in her 60’s. Grandma was also a BBW but had gotten a bit smaller as she had gotten older. Her hair used to blonde but was now mainly a silver grey.

On Saturday morning mom drove to me to grandma’s house.

“Now listen Karen. She said. Grandma wants to see you alone this weekend, so I won’t be staying. She added.

“What will you doing Momma? I asked.

“I’ve got a little surprise for that brother of yours. If his cum is as sweet as you say, I’m going to milk him dry all weekend. She then laughed. I could only imagine the time Scott was going to have.

We arrived at grandma’s house and she met us at the door wearing her bathrobe and had a warm glow in her face. My mom said to granny, I can’t stay. I’ve got a young son at home that will be missing his momma.”

“Maybe you could bring Scott next time. The family should see more of each other. We all stood silent then we giggled. Momma then left to drive home.

Grandma invited me inside and into the kitchen. On the kitchen table was my diary. It was open on the page with my latest entry. I had written in detail how momma had forced her pussy into my face and made me eat her until she came. I had even written how she had cried afterwards.

Grandma said, Take a seat Karen. I sat down at the table.

“I was just enjoying your diary. She pointed at the book then opened her robe to reveal her body. She was wearing blue panties but nothing else. I could see a dark wet patch in between her legs.

I looked up at her and she smiled. She put two fingers under my nose and I could smell the musky scent of her pussy. She stood next to me and put her hand inside her panties. I could hear the wetness and squelching. She took her hand out to reveal the same fingers, but now they were glistening.

“Taste Granny Barbara, baby. Taste your Grandma, there’s a good girl.”

I sucked her fingers and felt those sudden urges of taboo and regret come flooding back. This was so wrong, but it felt so good.

“Get up I’ve got a surprise for you. She said. She led me into her bedroom where she had set up a video camera pointing at the bed.

“Today Karen we are going to make your momma’s birthday wishes come true. It is her birthday soon and she has asked me to record her mother and her daughter, together. Grandma told me.

“OK. I replied.

“Get undressed sweetie. She said. So I did. Granny took off her robe and panties too.

I sat on the bed and grandma turned on the camera.

“Let’s sing happy birthday Karen. We sat on the bed naked singing happy birthday to the camera. Then grandma looked me in the eyes and said, Let’s get started.”

I moved into kiss her but granny said, Not yet. She leaned over to her nightstand and picked up something. It was a set of handcuffs.

“Let’s give momma a real show. Said grandma.

She put the handcuffs on me and cuffed me to her bedposts. I was on my knees facing the wall. The feeling of helplessness turned me on. Granny moved in behind me and kissed my neck. Then she went away again. I heard her open a draw and making noise. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but then she said, I’ve got a surprise for you Karen.”

Her fingers ran of my wet pussy and then I felt the head of a plastic cock start to push inside me. My grandma was about to fuck me with a strapon. The head and shaft were much bigger than what I was used to and it hurt like crazy but soon granny’s thrusting motions had my pussy accepting the long shaft. I was being stretched but it felt so good.

“Do you like it when your grandma fucks you Karen? Granny demanded.

“I love it, I love it! I gasped.

She fucked me doggy style for a while and I could feel the orgasm rising.

“Good. You’re nice and wet now. Time for some fun. Granny said. I heard the cap of a bottle open and then felt cool liquid running over my asshole.

“I’ve read your diary BITCH. I can’t believe you were fucking your brother for 3 weeks and never even tried it in the ass!”

“WHAT! I shouted. ARE YOU SERIOUS?”

Grandma laughed loudly and started to work a finger into my ass. One finger didn’t hurt much but when she moved onto two and three fingers I was starting to feel pain.

“I’ll be gentle. She spent a long time work my asshole and she kept the strapon moving inside my wet pussy.

She stretched my asshole out and said, I think you’re ready. You’re such a dirty cunt Karen. Letting your mother and brother fuck you. Now it is my turn and I am going to make you scream as I rape your ass!”

She took out the strapon from my pussy and eased it into my ass. It really did hurt, but she would stroke my pussy and the pain and pleasure mixed into one, heightening the feeling.

She started slowly but soon my asshole was accepting the entire length of the strapon.

My granny pounded my ass and reached around to play with my clit.

“Who is my little BITCH? Grandma screamed. Who is my little incest WHORE?”

“Me. I gasped.

“Tell me you’re my Incest Whore, tell me what you are”

Granny was being so forceful and rough. I screamed, I’m your Incest Whore! I’m your nasty granddaughter! Fuck me Grandma, FUCK ME!

“Beg me to rape your ass you slut!” She snapped.

“Rape my ass Grandma! RAPE MY ASS HARD!” I cried.

“Sing happy birthday to your momma Bitch! She shouted.

Now I was crying but I still sang happy birthday for my mother, even if the song was filled with me whimpering and screaming.

I nearly blacked out when I came. I could hear granny laughing as she fucked my ass as hard as she could.

She withdrew the strapon and unlocked the handcuffs. I was lying on the bed, sore and exhausted having been ass raped by my own 64 year old grandmother. She looked and me with a stern face.

“You’re not finished until you clean up the mess She said firmly.

I was confused. Mess? I said.

She looked down and pointed at the glistening shaft. It was coated in my pussy and ass juices. Clean up this mess you filthy whore and I’ll let you have a rest.”

My head was already swimming and I didn’t stop to think. I sucked the plastic cock and tasted my ass.

“Deep throat it whore. Gag on your ass juice for Granny!

I gagged on the cock and soon I collapsed through sheer exhaustion.

“Get some rest then you slut. You will need your strength for tomorrow.”

Grandma stood up and went over to the camera. Happy birthday Sally. She said.

She kissed the camera lens then she turned off the camera. I had no idea what she had planned for tomorrow, but I couldn’t wait to find out.

 
 

The threesome finally arrived at Jake and Melanies place. Jake parked in the garage and they entered into the living room. Almost at once, Melanie practically leaps at Meghan and they began ravishing each other. In the meantime, Jake begins to switch on lights and gets towels out for some fun in the swimming pool.

Jake is now in his birthday suite and asks the ladies if they want to join him for a bit of skinny dipping. As they make their way to the pool, they are kissing and peeling each others clothing off…leaving a trail of clothing and underwear towards the poolside. Meghan dives in, while Melanie slowly gets in where Jake is and they begin to furiously make out. Meghan swims over to where the couple is and she joins in…sucking Melanie’s hard nipples, kissing Jake This carried on for a few more minutes until Melanie decides they should continue this inside. They help each other out of the pool, dry up and walk inside.

Melanie goes into the kitchen and tells Meghan to enjoy her husband while she cuts up some fruit. At first Meghan is a bit apprehensive, but as Jake is sexy and gorgeous, it doesn’t take her very long to warm up to him. Jake pulls Meghan into a kiss and as soon as she is more relaxed, he moves her hand to his dick and his own along her thigh When Melanie walks into the living room, Meghan is stretched out on the sofa and Jake is kneeling in front of her and running his tongue on her breasts and over her tummy. Before Jake goes down on Meghan, he looks at his wife and she smiles at him and says it’s ok honey, you can eat her”. Jake kisses Meghans pubic mound and lightly grazes his tongue over her outer lips…Meghan sighs and looks lustfully into Melanies eyes-Melanie is sitting on the opposite sofa, seductively chewing and sucking on some strawberries. As Jake sticks his tongue deeper into Meghans hole and she is moaning, Melanie begins to finger herself. Jake is now using the tip of his tongue to flick Meghans clit and using his fingers to massage her pussy…he then uses his whole tongue to bathe her pussy in his saliva; using long, slow strokes until Meghan can’t take it anymore and she wants to cum…she needs to cum She begins to pinch her nipples slightly and whispers to Jake Make me cum”. With that, he gets up, places her legs over his shoulders and slams his hard dick into her wet cunt. Jake loves this position and it would seem, so does Meghan…they are both breathlessly whispering yes, until Meghan says to Jake that she’s close. He picks up speed and soon, he can feel her vaginal muscles contracting around his shaft. Meghan cums so hard that she feels her own cum trickling down her ass crack Melanie lets the two of them recover for a few minutes and then she starts to go down on her husband. She doesn’t have to be at it very long because pretty soon, his cum hits the back of her throat. They sit around eating fruit and chatting a bit, but it was very clear that they had other things racing through their minds Melanie decides to get things going again…she leans forward and begins making out with Meghan. The two ladies are giving Jake quite a show…kissing, licking and caressing each others smooth, amazing bodies…Jakes smiles to himself and feels like a very lucky man indeed! Meghan is slowly moving her hand down Melanies body towards her pussy. She slowly dips her middle finger into Melanies wet hole and Melanie shivers and lets out a moan. Meghan gently inserts another finger and begins a slow in and out motion…Melanie is now moaning breathlessly and telling Meghan how much she is enjoying it. Meghan keeps at this, while managing to suck and kiss Melanies breasts. All this time, Jake is just sitting on a sofa, watching the ladies and stroking his cock Jake knows that if they remain in the living room, there is no way that they all will be able to have fun together…there is just not enough space. So, he asks them if they would like to continue this in the bedroom. He walks to the bedroom with the ladies following.

They begin a 3-way make-out session, which proves to be quite difficult, but they manage it nevertheless. Meghan pushes Melanie on the bed on her back and moves on top of her in a 69 position and they commence to pleasure each other with their skilled lips and tongues; licking and darting their tongues in and out of each others slits. Meghan lets Jake know that she loves to be fucked in the ass, so he can if it’s OK with Melanie. Melanie mumbles a barely audile sure Jake wastes no time in positioning himself behind Meghans sexy ass, which is sticking up in the air now to give him access. He pulls on a well-lubricated condom and slowly inserts the tip in Meghans ass. He gently slides the rest of his shaft in and he moans at the feel of a tight asshole around his shaft. Meghan is now moaning and very close to the orgasm…with Melanie servicing her pussy and Jake fucking her ass, she is in absolute Nirvana! She stops pleasuring Melanie as she feels her first wave of bliss wash over her…she closes her eyes and completely lets herself go…she screams as wave after wave of pleasure hits her. When the couple is sure Meghan has had enough, Jake pulls out of her ass, peels off his condom and proceeds to fuck his wife hard and fast. While Jake is slamming into Melanies pussy, Meghan pinches and sucks Melanies hard nipples. Not long afterwards, Jake says he is cumming and speeds up, as he empties his load, Melanie also orgasms. They wait for their spasms to subside and they all fall asleep in bed together until the sun comes up…

 
 

We stayed in contact with each other, over the years, and would visit with each other, though nothing sexual ever happened between the four of us. That was to change, shortly before Ree and I divorced, but it wouldn’t involve Ree.

After Ree and I separated, we were still talking, ‘thinking’ about giving it another try, but, in my head, I knew we were done, and, honestly, I was okay with that, ready to move on. The sex and swinging were never a factor in our breakup, so I can say now, after all these years, that my sexual escapades with Ree are looked back upon, by me, with some sort of bizarre fondness.

Rick and Teri knew, of course, by this time, what was going on with us. He called one evening, normal for the both of us, to keep in touch and frequently talk on the phone.

“Hey, bro, why don’t you hop a plane and come out and visit us, it’s not like you can’t, you know,” he said, laughingly.

“Yeah,” laughing as I agreed, “you’re right about that. In fact, you guys have been on my mind for quite a while lately, and, what the fuck, I’ll call you tomorrow with my flight information, Okay?”

“Looking forward to it,” Rick cheerfully replied, “and, bring your ‘A’ game,” he said, saying a quick goodbye and ringing off.

Bring my ‘A’ game? Now, just what the fuck did that mean? If Rick had been a golfer, I’d brought my clubs, but he wasn’t, and I wasn’t planning on lugging the clubs for no reason. So, the rest of the week, I wondered exactly what he meant, and finally convinced myself that he was planning on some serious partying and herbal ingestion, as we had done so many fucking times in the past.

Okay, I was good with that, and began looking forward to seeing them again.

Flying into the Northwest, during the winter, usually meant it’d be wet, somewhere, and as we made our approach to the landing strip, the gray clouds and beads of moisture on the small windows of our plane, confirmed my thoughts.

I saw Teri first as I deplaned, and running up to me, she gave me a welcoming hug and kiss, a nice, warm kiss. Rick was next, not with a kiss, but with a welcoming hug.

Baggage retrieved, we hustled across to the ‘close’ parking lot, and jumped into their car. Teri turned in her seat as Rick maneuvered us out of the parking structure, and handed me a big fat doobie to light, and to take the first hit from.

Teri and I have always connected on many levels but none, as much, as our love for cannabis. Taking a huge lungful, I passed it on to Teri, and then, she to Rick, and by the time we reached their house, the mood was joyous, and stoned, very stoned. Been there, done that, and really enjoyed it whenever I could do it again.

“Where are the kids?” I asked, genuinely disappointed that they weren’t there to see their favorite ‘Uncle’.

“They’re at Grandma’s,” Teri said, over her shoulder, lugging my bag to the guest room.

“Teri and I decided that we’d like an ‘adult’ weekend, for a change, I hope you don’t mind. You’ll see them before you leave, I promise,” Rick chimed in.

“Nah, I’m good with an adult weekend-whatever they meant by that-but I do want to see them, before I leave, Okay?”

“Count on it,” Teri said, jumping on the kitchen bar stool, next to me, hugging me again. “Damn, but I’m glad you came out,” she said, a big smile on her face.

Rick made us some Bloody Marys, the celery stalks and olives, to be our lunch as it turned out. The afternoon was spent chit-chatting, catching us up on each other’s lives. Around four in the afternoon, Teri said that she was going to hit the shower first, in preparation for a planned dinner in the ‘old town’ section of their city.

While she was gone, Rick and I did a couple of more hits using his one-hit pipe that I had given him one birthday, as a ’semi’ joke gift. It was really a great pipe and I was glad to see that he still had it.

“Teri and I have had a bit of a rough patch lately, but we’re working through it,” he said, looking at me with a seriousness I hadn’t seen on Rick very often.

The short version is this.

They were spending the weekend with friends, a couple of months ago, without the kids. Everybody had gotten fairly lubricated with booze and weed, and Rick and the other wife, left the movie they were all watching, leaving their spouses to finish the movie, alone. Rick said that he’d awaken an hour or so later, saw that Teri was still not in bed, and decided to back to the den to join Teri and the husband. When Rick came down the stairs, he saw Teri and the husband engaged in some serious fooling around on the couch where they had all been sitting, watching the movie.

The husband had his hand in Teri’s panties, her jeans on the floor; they were kissing hard, the sounds of pleasure not as soft as they might have thought. Teri had her hand wrapped around his dick, giving him a slow handjob as they kissed. They heard him on the stairs, and the resulting brouhaha, woke up the wife. A horrible evening of recriminations, crying, anger, and all of those emotions followed, and in the morning, Rick and Teri left, not saying goodbye.

“It was a shock, you know?” he said, his disappointment and sadness very evident.

“Yeah, Rick, I do know, I know more than you can imagine,” I replied.

“She loves me. I know she does, but, and I admit she’s right about this, our sex lives, with the kids and all, has gotten kind of stale and boring. When she unloaded all of this on me, in the back of my mind I knew she was right, because I had been thinking the same thing, thinking along the same lines, you know?”

I just looked down at the pipe, loaded it again, took a hit and passed it to him and said, “Once again, my friend, you have no fucking idea how much I know of which you speak.”

Rick looked at me with a quizzical expression.

We were silent, for a long time, now hearing the blast of Teri’s hairdryer raging from their bedroom’s open door.

“Are you familiar with swinging?” he asked suddenly.

After what seemed like an hour of laughing, from me, I collected myself, and told him to sit back, and listen.

By the time Teri had joined us again, I had just finished filling Rick in on the past several years of Ree and me and of our involvement in the swinging scene in our city. He had just listened, smiling, laughing along with me when I did, and, for the first time today, in a seemingly, happier and relaxed mood.

“What have you bad boys been up to?” Teri said, reaching for the stash and the pipe.

“I’ll leave it up to you, Rick, I’m going to shower,” and getting up, I went upstairs to clean up and dress for dinner.

I returned to find Teri cleaning some herb, and hearing the sound of the shower from their room, I knew where Rick was. She and I just made chit-chat, and soon left for dinner, a fresh load of smoke shared by the three of us.

Dinner was great, the laughter and fun shared by us, going a long way to make me even gladder that I came out to see them. We talked about checking out some Jazz Clubs in the district, but in the end, opted to return home, where we could smoke and drink and not worry about being busted, or worse, getting into an accident.

The message light was blinking when we got back to their place at around eight thirty of so. It was Teri’s mom, it was a crisis. The youngest one, the daughter, had gone and left her ’sleeping blankie’ behind and couldn’t be consoled. Was there anyway that Rick could bring it over so that the little one could go to sleep?

Looking at each other with that, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me expression”, Rick, chivalrous as ever, said to Teri that he’d be back in an hour and we should get a jump start on the ’stoning’.

“No fucking sense in all of our nights being ruined,” he said, good-naturedly, heading for the door.

Teri rose, kissed him and walked him to the door, the two of them in quiet, private conversation. Yelling goodbye, Rick was out of the door and gone in a flash.

“If you’d like to go downstairs and get a nice fire going,” she said from the kitchen, “I’ll fix us some drinks, grab the stash, and meet you downstairs, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan,” I replied, getting up from the sofa and heading for their den, downstairs.

The fire was roaring when Teri joined me downstairs, having changed into a simple blouse and a pair of gym shorts. Handing me my drink, she sat down next to me and joined me in watching the flames dance.

“Rick brought me up to speed,” she said as she nimbly rolled us a doobie, “when you went to shower.”

“He said that you and Ree had even thought about approaching us,” handing me the doobie, and holding my eyes with hers.

“Yeah, we did, but that was early on in our involvement. By the time we had enough confidence to do so, you guys had already moved. And whenever we saw each other again, it was always on a jammed-up weekend filled with activities and shit, and, well, we just never did,” I said, as I handed her the doobie, trying my damndest to keep the smoke in as I talked.

“Too bad, you didn’t,” she said, taking a hit, “I ‘think’ we would have been receptive. God knows Rick and I spent many a night talking about you two, about Ree’s boobs and ass, and whether or not you were as large, ‘down there’, as your bulge indicated.”

It took a second, but we both busted out laughing at what she had just said,

“Fucking weed! It always makes me so fucking mouthy,” she said, still laughing.

The drinks, the smoke, the fire, hell, it was all good that night. We grew silent, both of us, the smoke now catching up to us in a big way, and we sort of melted back into the cushions of the couch, watching the ‘light show’ that the fireplace had going on.

We were both clearly zonked by now. In that happy place that good weed and strong drink brings you to. Teri laid her head on my shoulder; I instinctively put an arm around her, drawing her into a comfortable niche in my body, feeling her settle into a coziness, her feet drawn up, underneath her.

“That night,” she said after a while, “the night that Rick caught Barry and I fooling around, Rick doesn’t, can’t know, but I had been ‘mind-fucking’ different guys for months.”

“I hope I was one of your lucky ‘mind-fucks’,” I said, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Oh yea, baby, you were definitely in the mix, a lot,” she said, dead-pan serious.

“Was it good?” I joked.

“It was fucking fabulous,” she replied, getting up to get us fresh drinks.

She returned, smiling, seemingly in a lighter mood and we both pulled hard at our cocktails, the rum overload, stinging a bit at first, but, in a good way. Putting our drinks on the coffee table at the same time, she looked at me, and just that quick, we were in each other’s arms, kissing deeply, her mouth sucking my tongue into its warmth. Her hand found my crotch, wrapping around my growing thickness, squeezing it wantonly. Taking me with her as she laid against the couch, her head on the arm, her body stretching out, we continued to kiss, continued to stoke the fires that were burning so damned hot now, in both of us.

My hand moved to her blouse, undoing the buttons until her blouse fell apart, exposing her small, firm breasts. Ree was a ‘D’ cup and Teri struggled to fill a ‘B’. But, I like small, I like being able to surround a breast with my mouth, to suck it into my mouth, to play my tongue over a hard nipple. When I moved my head and did that to Teri, she moaned, her grasp on my cock through my pants, tightening, her fingers feeling, squeezing me.

“You have no idea how much I want to crawl between your legs and fuck you,” I said between my sucking of her breasts, both of them now.

“You have no idea how much I want you to,” she said, fumbling with my zipper, finally able to pull my cock out of my pants, now at full erection.

And then we heard the garage door opening from above, and as we scrambled to an upright position, she leaned into me and said, “See you in a bit,” kissing me as she stood up and fluffed up her short hair as I tucked my dick back into my pants, zipping up afterwards.

As Rick started down the stairs, she turned to walk over to him, her blouse still open, her tits exposed, still wet from my mouth. Before I could say anything, she met Rick at the bottom of the stairs, Rick looking at her opened blouse, and reaching up with her mouth, she kissed him deeply. Breaking off the kiss, she started up the stairs, saying over her shoulder, “I’ll be upstairs.”

Seeing the discomfort with the situation on my face, Rick smiled, and said, “Relax, sit down, light a doobie for us.”

He joined me and we exchanged the joint until it was gone, neither of us saying a word.

“We’ve decided to explore swinging,” Rick said, suddenly, “and we’d like the first time, as a couple, to be with you, in a threesome. I think we will like the change but that first time, we both want it to be with someone who means something special to us.”

“So that’s why you invited me out?” I asked, surprised by his statement, but not put off by it.

“That was some of it,” he replied, “but not entirely. Even if a threesome didn’t happen, we’ve missed you and wanted to see you.”

Hearing the shower turn off upstairs, we both looked towards the ceiling. Hell, I hadn’t even heard it turn on, I thought to myself.

“And Teri?”

“She’s waiting for us,” he said, looking at me with a small smile on his face.

I finished my drink, he loaded the one-hitter and we finished it. He rolled a fat doobie for the three of us and, standing, nodded his head towards the stairs.

The bedroom was lit by candles, casting shadows and soft light all over the room. Teri was lying on top of the turned-down bed, her skin still glistening and pink from her shower, her nipples both hard and erect. She had her eyes closed and her hand was slowly playing with her pubic hair.

Rick began to disrobe, and following his lead, I did the same, crawling onto the bed on one side, he on the other. Wordlessly, he brought his mouth to her breast and I leaned into her and kissed her, my hand replacing hers between her now-spreading thighs. As Rick sucked and licked Teri’s breasts, I kissed her passionately, my index finger now sliding slowly in and out of her very wet pussy. Her hand found my cock first, then his. She pulled on both of our cocks, squeezing as she did so, and a murmur of contentment escaping from our mouths as we held our kiss. I felt a shift on the bed, feeling Rick moving to a kneeling position near Teri’s head, and I broke off our kiss and moved my mouth to her now wide-opened legs, to her pussy. As I sucked her clit between my lips, letting my tongue play over it, I looked up and saw her take Rick into her mouth.

Rick came after holding off as long as he could, and immediately after he pulled out of her mouth, she pulled me up, pulled me so that I could enter her with my cock, a loud sigh escaping her cum-stained lips as I sank my dick into her. We quickly got into a rhythm and sooner than either of us wanted to, we came together.

But we went back for seconds, and thirds, and by four o’clock in the morning, none of us had anything left. I kissed her goodnight and returned to my guest bedroom, exhausted but sated.

The next day, after we had gone out for breakfast and groceries, was spent drinking some, smoking herb a lot, and every once in a while, Teri would take one of us upstairs to their bedroom to fuck. We did the threesome thing again, that evening, but downstairs in the den, with me fucking her from the rear as she sucked Rick off.

The last day of my visit, I heard Rick leave to go and pick up the kids, and before I could get out of bed, Teri walked in, taking off her clothes as she did.

“One more, babycakes, one more while I can,” she said.

She crawled unto the bed, pushing me down on my back, while straddling my body. Her hand quickly had my cock up and running and as she mounted me, slowly sinking her pussy down my shaft, she said, “Hold back your cum as long as you can. I’m going to get off first but then, I want to suck you one more time and have you cum in my mouth.”

Hell, I thought, I’m good with that.

And, so it was, exactly how she wanted it to be. She did, indeed, get off quickly, a couple of times, in fact. When I could hold off no longer, and it was a chore holding back from Teri’s excellent sucking abilities, I exploded into her mouth, the volume almost choking her, but she lovingly and greedily sucked me dry, taking her time licking me clean, afterwards.

I got to spend time with their kids, the trip to the airport a big adventure for them. Rick hugged me tight in goodbye and whispered a soft, but heartfelt, “thank you for this,” before breaking apart.

Teri kissed me goodbye, our mouths open just a bit more than a friendly kiss should be, our tongues briefly touching.

And, I left, to fly the friendly skies back home.

There was Brad, Rhonda’s husband and Jeremy,who was married to Veronica. Just as the women went thru the door each woman felt a hand cover her mouth and stifle any screams that she had. As Jenna felt something sharp against her throat, she was told to stop struggling.

Each one was told to stop struggling or die. The stranger that had hold of Jenna seemed to be in control of the others as he was the only one giving orders at the time. The next thing he said froze each of the ladies in their tracks. “It’s your choice whether you live or die. I’m going to remove my hand and if you scream then the men die right now”, he said. He removed his hand from over Jenna’s mouth and told the others to do the same thing. He also told them if there is a scream to shoot the guys as they came running toward the house. “Ok ladies, thats a good start. Now listen to me. We are going to be here until Sunday afternoon and its up to you whether all of you live or die when we leave.” The men still had a knife to their throats as he was talking. “You will do what you are told to do, when you are told with no backtalk. Do I make myself clear?” The women all nodded their heads. “Good.” Now talking to Rhonda, he told her to go out and get the guys to come inside or watch them die where they stand. As she walked out on the porch she wanted to scream for them to run and save themselves but she knew that each of the men had a gun aimed at them as she spoke and had no choice but to comply with these evil men’s wishes or see her husband and the others die right then. Rhonda called out to Brad and told him lunch was ready. “ok hun, we’ll be right there”, he said as she turned and went back to her captors. When she went throught the door, she noticed five men. each had on denim pants with a stripe down each leg, signaling they were from the prison in the next county. “ok, let’s hope you husbands have sense enough not to try anything. The guys came through the door lauging and froze in their tracks as they saw a knife around each of their wives throat. As Shawn started to move forward, the man who was in charge said very comandingly, “try it and she is dead.” Faced with no choice but to comply, the men allowed each of his wrist to be tied behind his back. He was then put in a corner of the room and told not to move or watch his wife die. Then each one had his feet tied together, rendering him helpless. Then the women were all released and told to sit down and shut up. The leader went around the house looking for any weapons he could find. He found a 9mm baretta in a brief case in one of the bedrooms. when he returned he said to Jenna, “what is your name.” “Mmy name is Jenna”, she said. “Ok Jenna, come here. I want you to drop to your knees and suck my cock.” “If you don’t make me think you love every minute of it, your husband will die and you will still do it again. Now suck me,” he said. Shawn yelled at Jenna not to do it and took a hard fist in the gut for opening his mouth. Tears filled Jenna’s eyes as she knew she had no choice but to do as he wanted. Maybe she could just get this over with and be left alone, knowing better than to think that. She was a very beautiful woman with long brunette hair and deep blue eyes. Her 34d-22-34 body was clothed only in a light blue two piece bikini. She dropped to her knees in front of the man and unfastened his pants letting them drop to the floor at his feet. She was staring at the cock in front of her and didn’t know if she could get it in her mouth or not. It must be at least 9 inched long and as big around as her wrist. “Suck it, bitch” he said to her. Jenna lowered her mouth to the cock in front of her and licked the head of it. She started licking up the shaft and around the head before she engulfed it in her mouth. Grabbing her by ther back of the head fucking her mouth like it was a cunt, he started cumming in her mouth and told her to swallow it all. she found that she had no choice but to comply. After he had finished cumming in her mouth her let his cock slide out and across her beautiful face, leaving a streak of cum from the corner of here mouth to her cheek. When Jenna looked around she saw Veronica on her knees with the cock of a man in her mouth and Rhonda was sitting on top of a man with his hard cock in her shaved pussy and another cock in her mouth. Jenna felt a hand on her shoulder and looked to see the last of the guys with his cock in his hand telling her to pull her clothes off. “Hurry up Bitch, I want some of that pussy”, he said. She untied her bikini and let it fall to the floor standing there for all of them to see. “Get on your hands and knees and get ready for a good fucking.” When she was on her knees she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her pussy lips. He pushed his cock in in one hard stroke causing here to feel the pain as there was no lubrication in her tight little cunt. The man didn’t care and continued to fuck his cock into her pussy from behind. She closed her eyes to try to think of something pleasanet instead of what was happening to her and her friends. she felt something touch her lips and opened her eyes to see a cock in front of her. “Suck it til its hard again”, she was told. Sucking the cock in her mouth she could taste the taste of pussy on the cock and knew it had been fucking one of her friends. She lost count of how many times she had a cock in her mouth and pussy , but was glad when the rapes stopped. But they hadn’t stopped, only postponed for a few minutes. Veronica was led over to Brad, Jenna to Jeremy, and Rhonda to Shawn and told to suck them off. “Yeah, put on a show for us”, came the voices from the men. Each woman looked at the other one not knowing what to do about this predicament. “I’m tired of telling you something and you just standing there”, the leader said. “The next time you have to be told twice, you will get to watch you husband die .” Having heard this Jenna dropped to her knees and started unfastening Jeremy’s pants. She said, “Jeremy i have to and took his cock in her mouth, sucking for all she was worth. Veronica and Rhonda did the same , trying to just get thru this time. Shawn was the first to cum in the mouth of his friend’s wife. Rhonda swallowed every drop and just as she finished the other two cum also . Jenna was told to crawl over there and suck one of the escaped prisoners. She did so without any hesitation. Veronica and Rhonda were told to make them all something to eat. Veronica reached for her clothes and was told to leave them where they were that she wouldn’t need them again til the men were gone. Jenna sucked the hard cock until he erupted in her mouth and then licked his cock clean for him. When Veronica returned with some ham and cheese sandwiches he told her to get on her knees and eat Jenna’s pussy. She had never been with a woman before and was nervous about doing so. But, she knew what would happen if she refused or had to be told again, so she got on her knees and lowered her head to Jenna’s cunt. She found that the smell wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be so she began licking around the outside of her lips. She let her tongue lick the whole area before she let it slip into her cunt. Not really knowing what to do, she just did what she liked having Jeremy do to her. Now that Rhonda returned with drinks for the men she was told to eat Veronica’s cunt til she cum. It wasn’t new to Rhonda as she had a few lesbian encounters while she was in college. But none of her friends knew this side of her. She lay down on her back and Veronica straddled her face and lowered her hot wet cunt to the waiting tongue. One of the men dropped to his knees at Jenna’s face and put his cock in her mouth and another raised Rhonda’s legs and inserted his hard cock in her pussy. Jenna was the first to cum, moaning around the man’s hard cock fucking her mouth. When he started cumming he pulled his cock out of her mouth and cum on her very beautiful face. ” Damn bitch you are a first class cock sucker,” he said to her. She didn’t say anything to him and he said ,” I paid you a compliment slut. When I do answer me. ” Thank you”, was all she could say. Then Veronica started cumming from the expert pussy licking she was receiving from Rhonda. Rhonda was the next to cum. Then her pussy was filled with another load of cum as the escaped prisoner cum in her cunt. The women just sat there with cum smeared on their faces . Rhonda looked at a clock on the wall and realized that the rapes had been going on for about 6 hours. It was already past 9:00. The leader told two of the men to keep first watch and to watch the men and make sure none of them were untied for any reason without him knowing it. The women were told to fix their husbands something to eat and feed them. They did as they were commanded. When they were done the leader took veronicas arm and said lets go to bed bitch. He told the other two men to pick one. Each of the women were glad the rapes were over . Or were they. To be continued.