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You Can Call Me Jo

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The night air was cool as we walked out of the club but we barely noticed, the drinks had really dulled the senses and the evenings’ entertainment had our minds on things other than the weather. John had come home on leave from the army and a boys night out had seemed like a really good plan except now it was 3:00 A.M. and we were pretty drunk not to mention pretty horny. Against my better judgment we decided to call my wife JoAnn. After about ten minutes of serious bitching she agreed to pick us up but not before making it clear that the strippers in the club were going to be the last bare titties I was going to see for a while.

The ride home loosened JoAnn up a little, John and I are very happy drunks, and as we got closer to the house I started thinking that a little two on one might make for a fun end for the evening. The only problem with my plan was my sweet little wife still wanted to be mad at me, although we had mellowed her out a little with our drunken antics on the way home she still wouldn’t respond to my advances. Every time I would put a hand on her thigh or try to cup her firm little titty she would push my hand away or move my arm from around her.

JoAnn and I had only been married about a year but we had been dating for three years before that and the one thing I knew is that, at twenty, she was the only woman that I’d ever met with a sex drive equal to my own and it wouldn’t take to much convincing to get her in the mood. Sure enough by the end of the thirty minute ride to the house, though she still would not admit it, she was ready for a good hard fuck. The only thing left now was to convince her to take me AND my best friend at the same time, that proved a little trickier . . . but not much.

When we arrived at the house I immediately started heading JoAnn toward the bed room, kissing her ear and rubbing her sexy 32 b’s through the T-shirt she wore. She was really starting to respond now but right before we got to our bed room she asked “What about John? Should I get him a blanket and pillow for the couch?” “No” I said “I think he should join us baby” “Hey that sounds good to me!” I heard John laugh from behind us, already peeling his shirt off. “You’re both crazy if you think I’m going to be your ten-dollar hooker for the night!” She said as she turned to go into the room. I grabbed her from behind in a big bear hug nibbling on her ear and slipping my hand down the front of her sweat pants, her panties were soaked and I could feel her legs quiver as my fingers brushed her clit through the thin fabric. “Aw come on Jo It’ll be fun” I heard John from behind me. Now you have to under stand my wife hates to be called Jo and John usually only does it to piss her off so when she turned to cuss him and only said “Well I guess we could” I was shocked, then I looked behind me to see that John was now completely naked. At six foot two we were the same height but his Army training had really built his muscles and his semi erect cock was already at least seven inches, the length of mine erect. “Lets see those sexy little tits of yours Jo” John added grinning “All right guys” She said turning to enter the bedroom and stripping off the T-shirt “come on and quit calling me Jo!”

As we entered the bedroom I was practically falling down trying to get out of my clothes. Meanwhile JoAnn had turned back around to show John her gorgeous 34 b’s, she was rubbing the sexy mounds making the nipples hard as diamonds as she pinched them gently. John was returning the favor stroking his long cock to full mast, he was almost nine inches now though I noticed his cock was not nearly as thick as my seven incher. JoAnn continued her little striptease sliding off the sweat pants she had been wearing to reveal her thin cotton panties which, by this time, had an obvious wet spot the size of a tennis ball. I had finally managed to get my clothes off without falling down and now I was also stroking my rock hard dick watching my wife strip. As her panties finally came off, she slid a finger deep into to her hole working it in and out several strokes before bringing it to her lips and licking her juices off.

“I need someone’s tongue in me now!” JoAnn moaned as she sat back on the edge of the bed completely exposing her neatly trimmed bush. She came almost instantly as John was on his knees with his face buried in her wet cunt in a flash. John continued to lick and suck her through about ten minutes of nearly continuous orgasm before finally letting her catch her breath. “Baby get on your hands and knees so John can fuck you doggie style while you suck my cock” I told her after she had caught her breath. “Oh yeah I need to be fucked!” she cried “Fuck me John, put that big cock in me and fuck me hard!” John was already moving around behind her as she got on all fours in the middle of the bed. I was ready to get my dick sucked but I knew I had to see my best friend penetrate my wife for the first time so I moved around back to watch. John had just lined up on her hole when he nodded at me to come closer. “Here” He said”you put it in.” As he put my hand on his cock. Now I was really ready to explode I knelt next to JoAnn kissing her neck and rubbing her tit with one hand and rubbing the head of John’s long cock over her clit and cunt lips like a sex toy. Finally when I thought neither of us could take it any more I guided the first few inches in the moved my cock to her lips.

John gave her one short stroke then slid all nine inches in to the hilt slowly withdrawing right to the head then slowly back in. Meanwhile I had buried my cock in to JoAnn’s mouth and although I tried to hold out as long as I could within minutes I exploded in her mouth and all over her face. I watched in total fascination as John kept up his slow long strokes and JoAnn kept begging and pleading “Harder God please fuck me harder!” John began to slowly increase the tempo, slowly withdrawing then slamming it back in like a bullet Making my tiny wife gasp with each pounding stroke. I could tell John was getting close and JoAnn was on orgasm number who knows when John looked at me and asked if it was OK to come inside her. “Oh yeah load that cunt up” I told him. “Well if you squeeze my balls as I come I can really shoot a load in her.” He said “I don’t know.” I said thinking this might be a little more than I bargained for. “Oh honey do it for me, make him fill my cunt for you!” JoAnn begged So as John started to pound harder and faster I reached between his leg and began massaging his balls and as he started to explode I squeezed and milked until he and my wife fell side by side on the bed.

As I stared at JoAnn covered in sweat her face full of my cum and John’s massive load oozing out of her cunt my cock had returned to full staff. I rolled her over on her back and positioned my self between her legs as my thick cock entered her fresh fucked pussy I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we’d do this.

This time I had plenty of staying power and fucked her long and hard while John shot another pretty healthy load in her face. As I started to close in on my orgasm JoAnn sensed my coming eruption “John, make him fill me like you did” she asked Before I could object John was squeezing and pulling my balls and I shot the biggest load of my life into JoAnn’s well-used cunt.

We all fell asleep on the bed in a twisted mass. The next morning John had left but JoAnn found a ten-dollar bill on the night stand, written on the back it said “Thanks Jo, this was best ten bucks I ever spent”

“That son-of-a-bitch” muttered JoAnn then added “I hope he gets another leave soon.”

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My Wife At The Company Beach Party

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About a week ago, my wife Annie and I were invited to a beach resort along with a bunch of her coworkers. She works in the marketing department at a large company which did very well in the past few years, and the employees were starting to get a lot of perks, one of which was the resort trip.

I was eager to go, although I was worried about meeting Annie’s coworkers. Her company had a very informal culture, and Annie would sometimes tell me about all the flirting and pinching that went on during the workday. I worked at a law firm, which was very uptight and professional, and flirting was considered inappropriate. Over the years, some of it had rubbed off on me, and I was becoming more straight-laced and formal. I wasn’t sure I would fit in with Annie’s group.

Annie herself is a knockout. She’s twenty-six, with very short, stylish blond hair and a beautiful face. She’s a little shorter than average, with slim legs leading up to a tight, curvy bottom. She would look like a pixie if she didn’t have magnificent C cup breasts, which look fantastic on her frame. They’re full and round, and they sit high on her chest. We met in college and hit it off pretty quickly, and married soon after we graduated. She wasn’t very experienced sexually, although I wasn’t her first.

The day of the trip, we drove out to the resort. On the way there, Annie mentioned that she bought a new bikini for the weekend.

“Trying to show off for everyone, huh?” I kidded her.

“Maybe,” she answered, with a smile.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. It wasn’t like Annie to really show herself off. I had a difficult time just getting to wear skimpy underwear.

“Nothing, nothing,” she laughed. “I’ve told you about all the flirting that goes on at the office. This is just another way to tease the guys.”

“What are some of the other ways you tease the guys?” I asked.

“It’s not just me, silly, all the girls do it,” she said. “Just flirting and stuff, you know. Talking dirty and a flash or two.”

“Wait, what?” I practically shouted. “A flash? You’ve flashed guys?”

“Oh, sweetie, it’s no big deal,” she replied. “It’s teasing. We just pull up our shirts sometimes. It’s just boobs.”

I was flabbergasted. My wife was showing off her tits to other guys? Other guys at work? That was unlike everything I knew about Annie. Just how friendly was she with these guys, anyway? I started to feel a bit of dread as we approached the resort.

We pulled up to the resort soon after. As we carried our luggage into the lobby, a group of people waved Annie over. They were some of her coworkers, and she introduced me. Among the guys there was Alan, Dave, Eddie, and Gary. Among the girls there was Ashley, Christine, Molly, and Nicole.

The group told Annie that everyone was meeting by the private pool to get in the water and have a few drinks before going to the beach. We agreed to meet them there as soon as we got in our swimsuits.

As we turned to leave, Alan reached over and pinched Annie’s tush. She squealed and pushed him away. I was about to jump in, but everyone started laughing, including Annie, so I figured it was some harmless flirting. I didn’t want to come off as prudish in the first five minutes, so I kept quiet.

We got to our room and started changing into our swimsuits. Annie went into the bathroom to change and came out wrapped in a towel. I wanted to see what she had on, but she cut me off before I could say anything with a “C’mon, let’s go!”

I grabbed a book and followed her around the hotel and onto the pool deck. The company must’ve rented out the entire pool, because there were company logos on the towels and welcome signs. There were about fifty people milling around the pool. Most of them were guys, and to my disappointment, many of them looked young and attractive. The girls were nothing to complain about, though. A lot of them were wearing skimpy bikinis and looked great.

I turned to ask Annie where her friends were, when I saw her open up her towel. I was stunned at what I saw: she was wearing an extremely revealing dark red bikini, that looked a size too small. The top was straining against her breasts, and it looked like the strings were ready to snap. The bottom was almost a thong, cut high to show off her legs. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

No wonder she wrapped herself in a towel in the room, I thought. She knew I’d be concerned about her wearing that. I was about to say something when I heard a voice from the pool shout, “Hey, look at Annie!”

This was followed by a chorus of wolf whistles and howls from guys all over the place. Annie giggled and struck a pose, showing off her tight stomach and great legs. She turned to me and said, “See? It’s just teasing!”

I nodded and kept my mouth shut. I wish she had said something about how revealing the swimsuit was, but that wasn’t anything to really get mad about. It was still a bikini. Besides, if some guys wanted to ogle my wife, what was the harm in that? I could even see myself being proud of it.

I laid back in the lawn chair and opened my book while Annie walked over to her friends. I had planned to spend some reading, but I found my gaze wandering back to Annie. Every time I looked at her she was flirting with a guy. Eventually I stopped reading altogether and just watched her while pretending to read.

The company had an open bar on the deck, which I visited a couple of times to get a beer. There was a lot of drinking going on, though – apparently this was a real party crowd. I saw Annie go there several times for margaritas, and there’s no telling how many times other people got drinks for her. But she was definitely getting more drunk as the day progressed. It didn’t help that guys were goading her, and the rest of the girls, to drink. At one point, Dave even challenged Annie to a chugging contest with their mixed drinks. Dave won easily, since Annie was already somewhat tipsy.

I eventually went back to my reading, until Annie came up to me. She had just been in the pool and was soaking wet. With her bikini clinging to her every curve, she looked even hotter. “Hi, hon,” she said, somewhat slurred. “You relaxing?”

“Yeah,” I said. “You having fun?”

“Oh, yes,” she giggled. “I’m a little drunk.”

That was obvious, but I didn’t push it. Annie dried herself with her towel and went back to her friends.

I went back to my reading, until I suddenly heard a scream. I looked up quickly, in time to see Molly covering up her naked breasts. One of the guys had pulled off her top and was running around with it. Molly chased him around the pool, arms covering her chest, until he stopped and grabbed her and pushed her into the pool with him.

I heard another scream, and a girl I didn’t know was now topless, too. Instead of covering up, this one just let the guy run off, and went back to chatting with her friends.

I looked over at Annie. She was in the shallow end of the pool chatting with some of the guys, and I looked over just in time to see Alan swim up behind her and yank the strings on her neck. The top was stretched so tight that it practically sprung off her, and suddenly my wife’s tits bounced into view. She squealed and spun around, slapping at Alan. He raised her top over her head, and she laughed and started jumping for it. Her breasts bounced firmly with each jump, showing off her soft pink nipples, while all the guys around her cheered.

Dave waded over behind her and, grabbing her by the waist, lifted her high enough to reach her top. She snatched it from Alan’s hands and whipped it at him, tipsily laughing. She started putting her top back on, but not before Alan reached over and squeezed her naked left breast. She squealed again and slapped his hand away.

The girls didn’t let the top snatching go unanswered, and started pantsing the guys. A few minutes after Dave helped out Annie, Molly sneaked up behind him at the bar and yanked his trunks down. A huge cock fell out, and all the girls gasped, including Annie. Dave laughed and started chasing Molly around the pool, wagging his huge dick like a stick at her, as she ran screaming and laughing.

After a few more minutes, Annie got out of the pool and walked over to me. Before she could say anything, I demanded to know was what happening over there.

“Oh, sweetie, nothing. The guys were just having some fun, that’s all,” she replied.

“I don’t think seeing you topless and feeling you up is just fun!” I said back.

“Sweetie, don’t be such a prude. Besides, I put my top right back on, didn’t I? Look, they pulled a bunch of tops off, and half the girls didn’t even put them back on.”

She had me there. Several girls were walking around topless now, and occasionally one of the guys would squeeze a tit here and there.

“Besides,” she cooed, suddenly lowering her voice, “doesn’t it turn you on to see the guys ogling at me? Seeing my boobs and feeling me up a bit?”

I got quiet, because it sort of did. I had a hard-on after watching those guys play around with my wife. But I was also incredibly jealous.

“It’s just some harmless fun,” she said again. “Think about how naughty your wife is, letting all these guys see her boobs and fondle them.”

I nodded a bit, and she smiled widely and walked away. I felt like I should have said something, but the moment was gone. Besides, if guys were doing it to all the girls, there was no reason why I should be upset.

I tried to concentrate on my book, and eventually I put on my sunglasses and fell asleep. When I woke up, things had gotten a bit rowdy at the pool. Many of the girls were topless now, including Christine, who walked by me. She was taller than Annie, but her breasts were much smaller, more perky and teardrop-shaped. They were fully exposed, and her top was hanging from her neck, probably after some guy had just untied the strings.

I was drowsy but awake, and with my sunglasses over my eyes it looked like I was still asleep. I scanned the pool looking for Annie, and saw quite a bit of debauchery going on. Some of the guys and girls were openly making out in the pool.

I finally located Annie, who was on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water. Alan was with her, in the pool, his arms resting on her legs. They were talking, with their faces only each apart. Annie had a very coy look at her face, while Alan looked like he was pleading for something. Every now and then Annie would burst into giddy laughter. She sounded like she was still drunk.

After a couple of minutes, Annie lifted her arm and grasped one of the shoulder straps on her bikini top, and slowly pulled it off her shoulder. Alan said something which caused he to laugh again. Alan then grabbed her hand and pulled it underneath the water between his legs. Holy shit, I thought. Did he just make my wife grab his cock?

Annie squealed in surprise for a second, then laughed. She kept her hand down there, though, and her arm started moving around. Alan said something and she laughed again, then took her hand from the water and pulled down the other bikini strap. She glanced over at me, and I froze. I must have convinced her that I was still asleep, because she turned back to Alan.

Her top was now barely hanging on, held up only by her full breasts. Alan was openly staring at them, talking excitedly. I don’t know what he was saying, but it must have been the perfect mix of humor and seduction, because she seemed to be doing everything he wanted. After another few seconds, Annie reached her hand back down into the water. This time, I could see her gasp. Whatever she had felt down there, she must’ve been impressed. Alan laughed and whispered something that made her laugh even harder.

Annie lifted her hand back out of the water and squeezed her forearms together. Her cleavage shifted just enough for the top to fall a few inches, completely exposing her tits to Alan’s gaze. Her puffy nipples were hard and stood out tantalizingly from her round, gorgeous breasts.

I was hard as a rock. I couldn’t believe my wife was exposing herself to a guy like that, and I couldn’t believe I was turned on from watching it. What the hell was wrong with me?

Alan ogled Annie’s tits for a while, then leaned forward and whispered something into her ear. She giggled and reached back down into the water again. They were quiet for a minute while her arm moved up and down in the water. It was obvious she was stroking his dick. After a few seconds, she looked over at me hesitantly. I was sure that if she saw me move, she would stop whatever she was doing, but I didn’t. As jealous as I was, I wanted to see where this was going to go.

After making sure I was still asleep, Annie slid off the edge and into the pool. Standing face-to-face with Alan, her top now clinging to her stomach, she reached both hands into the water, and the two started squirmed around a little bit. I couldn’t tell what was happening until Alan’s swim trunks suddenly rose up from the water right next to him. She had taken them off!

They both laughed, then Annie put her hand back under the water. Alan started breathing heavily and stared intently at her beautiful breasts. Annie giggled at his ogling and a couple of times she lightly bounced up and down to give him a show.

Eventually Annie moved her arm up and down faster and faster, all the while watching Alan stare at her tits. Suddenly he closed his eyes and bit down on his lip. Annie looked down and stared hypnotically at the water as he started bucking. After a few seconds, he stopped and opened his eyes again. Then he whispered something that made her squeal in mock indignation and push him away. He laughed and grabbed his swim trunks while she put her top back on.

I wasn’t sure what was more surprising: watching my wife jerk off another guy right in front of me, or the fact that no one else really noticed. Looking around, I saw a lot of horse-playing, and I guess the two of them were quiet enough that no one noticed. I sure noticed, though. Surely I wasn’t just being prudish now, was I? My mind said yes, but my hard-on said no.

After another half-hour, Christine stood up, still topless, and announced that everyone was going to the beach. Since parking was tough, the company had provided several vans to haul everyone there, rather than people taking separate cars.

I pretended to wake up as Annie walked over to me. She was still tipsy, if not drunk, and I decided to see if she would confess anything. “Anything happen while I was asleep?”

“Not really, sweetie,” she said.

“Any more top-snatching?” I pressed.

“Why?” she asked teasingly. “Would you want to hear about it?”

“Maybe,” I replied, although the way she was taking the conversation, I came off sounding more enthusiastic than I did.

“Well, no top grabbing, but Alan wanted another look at my boobs, and he kept asking, so I thought that since he already saw them, I might as well give him another peek.”

“Oh,” I said.

“So I pulled down my top for a bit, and let him have a look, but that was all. Is that okay, sweetie? Do you mind me showing off for you and letting the guys have a peek at my boobs?” she cooed.

“I guess so…” I stammered. Maybe I was just imagining her jerking off Alan.

We gathered our towels and followed the group over to the parking lot to take the vans. We got into one with a bunch of people I didn’t know, and drove over to the beach. The ride was extremely bumpy, but I barely noticed, as I was focused on trying to remember what I saw with Annie and Alan.

When we got to the beach, we saw that the company had set up a volleyball net for the staff, and Christine and Nichole got a game started. I laid back and watched, trying to collect my head and get the lump out of my chest, while Annie joined in. The game was actually entertaining to watch, partly because the players were pretty good, and partly because the girls looked great jumping up and down in their skimpy swimsuits. The trash talking got worse and worse as the game went on, too.

After forty-five minutes, Annie got ready to serve. “Get ready, guys, this one’s not gonna be coming back!” she shouted.

“You want to bet your top on it?” Eddie shouted back.

Some of the guys whooped, while others gave a low “ooooh.” Annie paused for a minute, with a sexy look on her face, then shouted back, “If you can’t return it, you’ve gotta lose those trunks!”

“Not much of a chance of that happening!” Eddie replied.

Annie responded by throwing the ball up and delivering a powerful serve. I’m not sure how many of her co-workers knew it, but she used to play volleyball in college. The ball did exactly what she wanted it to do, slamming right in between the two weakest players.

The girls cheered and the guys slapped their heads and moaned. Eddie whistled and pointed to Annie, then grabbed his waistband and slid his trunks down. His dick wasn’t as long as Dave’s, but it was much thicker. It was definitely big enough to draw some whistles from the girls. Annie stared at him with a horny smile on her face. She never looked at my dick like that before.

Annie prepared for the next serve, and shouted to a guy I didn’t know, “Hey, Don! You want to make the same bet?”

Don looked over at Eddie, then over at Annie’s tits, and said, “Absolutely!”

Annie delivered another powerful serve, but this time one of the guys made a lucky guess where it was going. He dove and got a hand on it, throwing it up high enough for Dave to return it. As soon as the ball went back over the net, the guys burst into cheers, then started chanting, “Take it off! Take if off!”

Annie put her face in her hands, giggling, then reached back and untied her top. She held it against her chest for a second, then threw it to the side. Her gorgeous breasts and puffy nipples popped back on display. The guys started clapping and whooping, while Annie blushed and laughed.

Annie played the rest of the game topless, giving everyone a show. Every time she would run or jump to return the ball, her tits bounced obscenely. All the guys sported huge hard-ons watching her, especially Eddie.

The game soon ended with Annie’s team victorious. Annie walked back over to get her top, but didn’t put it on. She strolled over to Eddie, who had just picked up his trunks. I could tell she was arching her back, pushing out her tits. They started talking about something, although Annie was mostly staring at his huge cock and he was staring at her chest.

Eddie said something, then pushed his dick toward her. She giggled and shook her head, but didn’t stop looking. Eddie stayed still, though, and after a few seconds Annie reached over and grasped her hand around his cock. She held it for a second, then lightly bounced it and laughed.

Eddie laughed, too, then reached over and pulled on the front of Annie’s bikini bottom. He leaned over and stared down at her pussy, while Annie squealed with embarrassment but did nothing to stop him.

Suddenly Eddie yanked her bottoms all the way down to her ankles. Annie screamed, which caused everyone to turn and see her fully exposed pussy. She had a neatly trimmed light blond bush that barely hid her pussy lips. Her beautiful body was entirely naked now, and her embarrassed look made her even more beautiful.

Annie quickly pulled her bottoms up while the guys cheered, but didn’t put her top back on.

The sun was beginning to set, so Christine announced that everyone was returning to the resort, and that the group would meet again at the hot tub at ten o’clock.

We started packing up for the vans. We were a bit slow, though, and by the time we got there only one seven-seat minivan was left, to carry eight people. My wife was the only girl in the group, and the only other guys I recognized were Gary and Dave. Gary hopped into the driver’s seat and told us all to cram in.

I was about to suggest that Annie and I cram in the back, when Dave jumped into the front passenger seat and said, “Hey, Annie, ride shotgun on my lap! Then we’ll all fit.”

Annie didn’t even look at me for approval. “Okay,” she giggled, “but no funny stuff!” Then she climbed on top of Dave, still wearing only her bikini bottoms. The other guys quickly jumped into the middle seats, forcing me to sit in the far back.

Everybody except for Gary and I were drunk, some much more than others. I ended up sitting next to one of the really drunk ones, who insisted on having a loud conversation about the Packers. Everyone in the back got into it, so there were four loud, drunk guys shouting over each other.

I didn’t really want to join in the conversation, since I was trying to keep an eye out for Annie. I didn’t want Dave to take advantage of the situation. My angle wasn’t that great, though, and I had to lean over a lot to see what was happening up front.

At first all I saw was Annie leaning back against Dave, while he tried to wrap the seat buckle around them. He was reaching it around her chest and groping her tits as he was doing it. It took a lot longer than necessary for him to click it in, but she didn’t make any moves to stop him.

We got onto the bumpy main road, and the whole van started shaking and rattling. Somewhere in the middle of the bumping I saw Dave’s hands shift from Annie’s stomach to her thighs. The two were talking and laughing, but I couldn’t hear them over the car noises and the guys talking football.

One of the guys turned to me and asked about my football loyalties. I tried to focus on what was going upfront, but I didn’t want to draw attention there, so I made some small talk and guy chatter. The road got worse and worse, and eventually I had to keep as much concentration on staying stable as I was on the conversation.

When I finally looked back over to the front, I noticed that Annie and Dave no longer had a seat belt on. Nothing else seemed unusual, though. Dave’s hands were still around Annie’s waist, although she was now sitting up high on his lap and bouncing up and down. I thought the bouncing had to do with the bumpy ride, but when we stopped at a red light, Annie kept bouncing. I couldn’t see either of their faces, and suddenly I had the terrible suspicion that he was fucking her. I became even more suspicious when I noticed that neither of them were talking at all.

The rest of the ride I leaned over and watched Annie bounce up and down, wondering what could possibly be happening. After about twenty minutes, we made a turn and the hotel was there.

I was the last to get out, and I rushed over to Annie, who was walking ahead with Dave and Gary. When I finally caught up to her, I saw that she was flushed and slightly sweating.

“Hey,” I said, when the other guys walked out of earshot. “What was going on up in the front?”

“What? What did you see?” she asked, somewhat excitedly.

“Nothing, but it looked like Dave was enjoying himself,” I guardedly answered.

“Don’t be mad, sweetie, we were just having some fun,” she started. “Dave was complaining that his swimsuit was really tight, so I said that he could pull them down a bit if he wanted. I was just joking, I didn’t mean for him to actually do it, but he did. Did you see how big his cock is? Sweetie, it’s so huge. I was bouncing on it for a while. Then he kinda pulled my bikini bottom to the side and his cock just sort of slipped up my cunt. I think it just was an accident. Then we hit a big bump and it slipped back out, so I fixed my bottom and that was it.”

Her face became pouty and pleading at the same time. “It’s not a big deal, right, honey? It was an accident, and he didn’t even cum.”

I was speechless. My wife had essentially admitted that she had just fucked a guy. But what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t make a big scene right there on the beach, in front of everybody.

“Well…if he didn’t cum, I guess that’s okay,” I stammered out.

“You’re so understanding, sweetie!” she beamed. “C’mon, let’s go get something to eat!”

Dinner was uneventful. We ate some sandwiches in the hotel room. I was pretty quiet, hoping that maybe Annie would apologize or say something, but she seemed distracted the entire time.

I laid down on the bed, intending to rest my eyes for a bit, but I must have dozed off. When I awoke, it was 10:30, and Annie was nowhere in the hotel room. I rushed down to the hotel patio.

People were crowded around the hot tub, drinking and laughing. Annie was already there, she must have left while I was still sleeping. Several of the girls were topless again, and there was a lot of touching and groping. It looked like something out of college, not a company party.

Annie walked up to me, or stumbled over to me would be more appropriate. She smiled tipsily and gave me a big hug.

“Honey, is it okay if I take off my bikini?” she asked.

“What?” I gasped. “The whole bikini?”

“C’mon, honey, it’s nothing big,” she replied. “Everyone’s already seen my boobs, and most people saw me naked when Ed pulled down my bottoms. Other people are getting naked, too, so we all just want to have fun and be comfortable.”

Annie didn’t even wait for me to respond, she just walked over to the hot tub and pulled off her top. As the guys whistled, she pulled down her bikini bottoms, showing me her tight, curvy butt. The guys in front of her were getting a great look at her pussy, and everyone was staring at her as she slowly descended into the hot tub.

Annie squeezed in next to another topless girl and sat down, sinking enough so that the water came up to her shoulders. At least she was letting the water give her some modesty, I thought.

I stayed out of the pool and near the bar, drinking a beer and talking to some of the less flirty guys. I looked over to a group of people at one point and saw Molly chatting with a few guys. She was topless, with small, perky breasts and nipples that stood straight up. She was talking excitedly and causing all the guys to laugh. All of a sudden she pushed down the front of her bikini bottom and showed off a completely shaved pussy. The guys all oohed and stared.

I focused my attention on trying to hear what was being said. “It’s really great!” I heard Molly said, pulling her bottoms back up. “Once you get waxed, you really can’t go back! Totally tell your girlfriend to try it out.”

“Well, if you swear by it,” one of the guys said. “I mean, it looks great. I’ll tell her about it.”

“He might be more sure about it if you did that again,” another guy joked. The other guys laughed and whooped.

Molly rolled her eyes. “Here, get a good look,” she said, and pulled her bottoms all the way down to her ankles. Now completely naked, she smiled and cocked her hips while the guys cheered.

I was staring at Molly’s tight body when I heard someone from the hot tub shout, “It’s too crowded!”

“Hey, Annie, come sit on my lap!” Eddie said. “Make some room for others!”

Annie giggled. “But then everyone will be able to see my boobs!”

“Even better!” Dave shouted back, as people laughed.

“C’mon, it’s nothing we haven’t seen already,” Eddie replied.

Annie laughed and stood up, lifting her breasts out of the water. She walked over and hopped down on Ed’s lap, jiggling her tits.

Eddie reached around and grabbed her tits with his hands. “Here,” he said, “now no one gets to look at Annie’s boobs!”

Everyone laughed, including Annie.

Eventually people went back to having their conversations, but I kept my focus on Ed and Annie. Ed didn’t take his hands off my wife’s tits, and after a while, he slowly started massaging them. She leaned back and whispered something in his ear, and he started pulling softly on her nipples. She smiled dreamily and stared off into space, letting him squeeze and caress her breasts.

I was about to walk over and say something to them, when Nicole walked up to me and started talking. I didn’t want to be rude, so I listened politely while she drunkenly slurred about how great Annie was and how much fun they had together at work. I kept trying to glance over at Annie and Ed, but Nicole was blocking my view. After a few minutes I gave up and directed my attention at Nicole. She looked like a starlet, with long blonde hair and a beautiful face with high cheekbones. She was wearing a tight black one-piece suit that barely held in a huge pair of breasts. I felt comfortable staring at her, because she was so drunk she wasn’t aware of it. She just kept chatting about herself.

“Do you want to see it?” she suddenly asked me, shaking me out of my thoughts.

“Um, see..it?” I said back, not wanting to acknowledge that I wasn’t paying attention.

“My belly button ring! Do you want to see it?” she repeated.

“Uh, sure,” I said. I wasn’t really sure how she would show it to me, since it was under her suit, and at first she just tried to push it aside to show her navel. It was skin-tight, though. After a second she gave up and, to my astonishment, started pulling her shoulder straps down. She pushed her suit all the way down to her waist, exposing her gigantic tits and tight stomach.

“See?” she said, pointing to it. “It’s a bit too big, I think.”

I was trying to pretend I was looking at it, but I just stammered out a reply while gaping at her chest.

“Aw, you’re sweet,” she said. “Annie is so lucky to have you!” Then she walked away, with her top still down, leaving me to wonder what the hell was with these people.

I suddenly remember Annie and Ed, and looked over in time to see Annie push off Ed’s lap. Both of them were breathing heavily, and Ed had a big smile on his face. He sat up and lifted himself out of the tub, and I now saw that he was naked, his monster dick flaccid and flopping around. The thought of my naked wife on his naked lap suddenly made me worried that he had fucked her like Dave.

I looked back over at Annie and saw her in the hot tub chatting excitedly with another topless girl. The girl pointed to Ed and Annie nodded, and the girl squealed and laughed.

By this point I felt that it was too late to do anything, and just standing there watching everything go on would just make me more paranoid. I was already feeling so weirded out and scared that I didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Without telling Annie, I headed back up to the hotel room. I figured that if she noticed I was gone, she’d guess that I was mad.

Boy, was I wrong. After stumbling into bed, it took another three hours before Annie finally walked in. She was still naked, holding her bikini. After she took a shower she came back out and laid down in bed with her back toward me.

I expected her to say something, but there was nothing but silence. After a while, I became afraid she’d go to sleep and so I spoke.

“So what happened in the hot tub?” I whispered.

She turned around and saw the look on my face. As she spoke she reached into my pants and started stroking my dick.

“Oh, don’t be mad, honey, but I may have gotten a bit carried away. When I got in the hot tub, Ed was joking that there wasn’t enough space in the hot tub for us all to sit down, and that I should sit in his lap. So I got up on his lap to give everyone some more room. He started playing with my boobs, and it really turned me on, so I let him feel me up for a bit. Then he pushed me higher on his lap and I found out that he wasn’t wearing anything, but before I could do anything, he pushed his huge thing up my cooch!”

“He started pumping it in and out and it felt really good, so I let him keep it inside me. I think the other guys knew what was going on, too, because everyone in the hot tub was looking at us and staring. I got a little embarrassed and thought about stopping, but just then he squirted his stuff in me. You’re not mad, are you? I didn’t plan on him cumming inside me but it was too late.”

There was a pause.

“That…wasn’t all that happened,” she said, hesitatingly.

“Honey, how many guys stuck their dicks in you?” I said, not wanting to hear the answer.

“Well, all of them, at least once,” she said. “But it was just part of a game!”

“A GAME?” I said, loud enough that she started stroking me harder.

“Well, after a while,” she said, “we were all really drunk. I mean really, really, drunk. And after a while it was just Christine, Molly, and Nicole and me all in the hot tub with the guys. And some of the guys started having an argument about which of their dicks was biggest. And Molly suggested that the girls judge.

“So the guys took off their trunks and let the girls see. Honey, all the guys were so big! Even the smallest one was at least an inch bigger than you.

“We were about to judge, but then Eddie let it slip that he had already kinda fucked me, and it was unfair for me to know more than the others. And Dave said that he had done it, too, even though he didn’t cum in me. And then Gary said that he and Molly had already fucked on the beach. So Christine suggested that to be fair, all the guys should stick their cocks in each girl, just so she knows how it feels. Not fuck or anything, just a quick poke. That would be the only fair way for the girls to judge. It would have been, right, sweetie?”

Ordinarily I would have rejected her bizarre logic, but her handjob was beginning to have effect, and I just gulped and nodded.

“So we all agreed, and each of the guys took turns. I had Alan first, so he pushed his cock in me and pumped it in and out a few times, just for me to get a feel. It felt much bigger than it did when I jerked him off.”

I knew it! I thought. She was too drunk to remember her earlier lie.

“And then Ed come over again, and then Gary. Both of them stuck their huge cocks way up my cooch, but just for a little bit. Just for me to get a feel.

“The Dave came over. He was the last one, and whispered to me that it wasn’t fair that we didn’t finish what we started in the car. So he pushed his cock in me. He was definitely the biggest one – it was so thick, too! And I was feeling really horny after the first few guys, and I was the last girl for him anyway, so I let him fuck me for a little bit. The other girls were letting the guys do the same thing, too, so I didn’t think it was a problem. So we fucked for a bit until I felt his hot cum shoot way up in me.

That’s all that happened, hon. It’s no big deal, right?”

“No,” I gasped as I came, harder then I ever had before. I immediately regretted it, since it made it look like I really did enjoy watching her get casually fucked by a bunch of guys, when in fact I was really upset about it.

“I guess you do like it,” she purred. She turned over and pulled the sheets up. “Goodnight, honey.”

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Getting His Trophy Wife

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This little incident started at a party where there were a lot of good people. And then there was the host and hostess: Brad, the quintessential jerk and his wife, the trophy wife, who was really okay – when she wasn’t being the complete screaming bitch.

I used to work for Brad’s firm and had the good sense to leave it before either I killed him or I got fired. He, to this day, thinks I like him and I, for my own reasons, never corrected that false assumption.

Brad was throwing this shindig and it was his way of trying to show everyone how important and wealthy he was. It was for his associates (employees) and friends, real and imagined – probably mostly imagined, and was in the ballroom of a hotel. To a large extent, I think most of the people here were here to party with each other, have a good time, and have as little to do with Brad as they could get away with and not be obvious about avoiding him. That was certainly my case anyway. Not surprisingly, he and Keri (the trophy wife) showed up late: I assumed they were supposed to be making an entrance of some kind.

I only knew Keri well enough to know that I would love to get her in the sack and sure as hell wouldn’t ever want to live with her; you see, she had a bit of a temper. I had seen her screaming-bitch act on more than one occasion; fortunately, I wasn’t the object of her tirade on any of those occasions. Between Brad’s money and contacts, if he felt she had been wronged, he could make someone’s life miserable – something Keri traded on heavily when she wasn’t getting her way.

In they came, Keri acting every bit the part, smiling and walking with one foot in front of the other like a model. I don’t think she had a brain in her head, but she had, in her own way, done well by marrying Brad. She had on a little, and I do mean little, black dress cut way too low to ever permit a bra – that V in the front went down to just below her belly button. Yes her little navel was pierced, and no, that large diamond in it wasn’t paste. She was short and wasn’t overly endowed, but that worked out well with this dress. She had a nice ass too, and the dress ended just below it. Now and then there was just a hint of stocking tops below the hem of her dress. Yea, it was that short. At least I hoped it was a stocking top that was showing and not part of pantyhose. I had to wonder what she was going to do if she ever had to sit (Shoot a serious beaver?) or bend over (You would be able to tell if she had panties on from the top.). Brad was known to like her dressed in outfits like that – so everyone would know what a sexy little woman he had for a wife. Note that that sounds a little possessive, which is about the way Brad looked upon his wife – as if he owned her; she was his possession. After watching her for a minute or so, I decided that she was putting on a front and that she wasn’t at all happy.

Something like ten minutes after they had made their entrance, I was over at the bar getting a refill when she came over for a drink. “Hi Keri,” I said politely. “You’re looking good tonight.”

“Hi,” she said curtly, and then motioned to the bartender. “Scotch,” she said as he got to her.

“Any particular brand?” he asked.

“Expensive! Uh, a single malt – Glenlivet, and no ice!”

Oh, I guess she was in just about as good a mood as I had suspected. “How’re you tonight?” I inquired casually, and not expecting much of a pleasant response.

“Pissed. I really don’t want to be here,” she said curtly without really looking at me.

Well, she didn’t bite my head off. That was a good start. “Really? Why not? I thought you liked parties, and this is starting off okay.”

“My husband’s a louse,” she said downing her drink. Setting the glass down hard, she motioned the bartender for another.

I though of asking her if she just now figured that out, but thought better of it. “Oh, how’s that?” I asked feigning real interest. If she were to list all the things that made him a louse, I could be here all night – and that’s just the things I knew about.

“He just is,” she said, finally turning and looking at me.

Ah, the short list. “Pretty general description. You looked happy enough when you came in with him.” I lied. I had already decided that she hadn’t looked the least bit happy.

“I guess I act well. I have to. He’s the one with the money, not me.”

Ah, money! I knew she was with him for a reason. I wasn’t going to tell her to keep her day job, whatever that was, because she couldn’t act to save her life. “Well, he doesn’t seem to be short of money. So, what’s money got to do with being a louse?”

“It’s not the money. I think,” she said after a minute and downed the next drink before continuing, “he’s got himself a little honey on the side; probably some little slut who works for him.”

“He has you and needs someone else?”

“Maybe. Looks like it,” she said holding up the empty shot glass and turning it with her fingers. “Well, I think so anyway.”

Interesting. She was really pissed at him for having a little honey on the side, but really wasn’t sure that he had one in the first place. “So, what do you plan on doing? Dumping his ass? Getting the big D?”

“I’m not a blonde in case you hadn’t noticed! There’s more to life and marriage than just sex. I happen to enjoy spending his money. Maybe I’ll just have a little someone else myself. Either that or take up spending his money as a hobby. His little honey could really cost him!”

The bartender came by and, without a word or gesture from her, poured another drink for her.

“I’m available if you’re looking for a fling!” I quickly volunteered, not thinking for one second that she was either serious or would take me up on it. “I think I could take your mind off him for a while.” She may not be blond, but that’s an attitude, not a hair color; she was certainly acting blond. Any woman that looked as good as she did could pick up some other rich bastard any day of the week. Okay, she would have to change her attitude a bit and loose that screaming-bitch entry on her resume, but otherwise, trading up would be easy enough.

She looked me over rather seductively, and said, “I’ll think about it.” For the first time tonight she sounded happy instead of pissed off. She gave me a wink, slammed down another drink, and was off to mingle with the guests.

If she kept drinking like that, she was going to be blitzed in no time. Fucking her would be fun, assuming she was serious in the first place. She was great looking and married to one real jerk. You might call it a revenge fuck – I’d just love to fuck Brad’s wife, no matter who she was. Hell, I wouldn’t mind knocking Keri up just for the fun of it. Brad would just love that! Somehow pregnant and trophy wife just don’t seem to go together. How about a trophy wife with stretch marks Brad? Yea, that’d be the ticket! However, I really don’t want to be a daddy and I would sure hate to be the kid who ended up with Keri as a mother. But, putting a little hot sperm into her and seeing that tight little belly swell would be something! I got her out of my mind and went off to visit a few friends. They were after all, why I had come here in the first place.

There was a dance floor and the DJ was playing a lot of Techno, so most of the dancers were crowded together and having a great time. I was out there quite a bit, either just mingling or dancing with a few female friends. As the hour got late, the liquor had an influence, and the dancers got a little nastier, we were all having a great time. There was some seriously dirty dancing going on out there and I was right in the middle of it. There were at least two women I had been dancing with who were here alone; with whom I was actually thinking I might have a chance of doing something with other than dancing tonight – at least they were giving me every indication that they were having the same delicious carnal thoughts I was having. It wasn’t late, but I wanted to make my move early; I was thinking it was about time to hit on one of them when little Keri bumped into me, more like crashed into me, on the dance floor, not looking exactly sober. Not saying a word, she quickly stuffed something soft and dark into my pants pocket and kept on dancing right in front of me. Intrigued, I reached into my pocked and felt a little flimsy nylon and elastic; I didn’t have to take it out and look at it, I knew what it was. Apparently she had thought my proposal over and this was her way of taking me up on it. I liked it! It seems she had just stuffed her skimpy little panties into my pocket. Which meant of course, that there was absolutely nothing on under that little black dress except – her?

“Somewhere here?” I asked as quietly as I could.

She just nodded and kept dancing very close to me and brushing up against me frequently.

Maybe she got a room for the night – unbeknownst to her loving husband. I gave her the “follow me” sign with one finger and slowly left the dance floor. At a discreet distance, I noticed she was following me. Good. I didn’t want to attract any attention. I wanted to nail her and good, but didn’t want any rumors, an audience, or a jealous (and possibly unfaithful) husband finding us. I worked my way over to the bar. We could decide what to do there and no one would think anything of me talking to her there. The fact that there was actually a conspiracy going on was beside the point.

“Got any condoms on you?” she quietly asked, her speech slightly slurred. She might have been drunk, but she had enough wits about her to keep it very quiet.

“Nope, but I can get one.” At least I hoped I could.

“Get two. I’m really hot – and pissed.”

“Okay, and meet you where?”

“Top floor of this flop house.”

Well, flop house it wasn’t, but anyway, “What’s up there?” I asked. I wondered if she had procured a room for this little tryst. She certainly seemed to be planning ahead.

“The maids’ closet and me. Don’t worry, it’s a big one.”

“Okay, give me five minutes.”

“Right,” she said and downed yet another drink.

I was hoping she could see well enough to find the maid’s closet! She was really getting sloshed. Her husband was probably going to be pissed that his little trophy wife was this drunk the next time he ran into her. He liked to keep up appearances, and a trashed wife was really going to ruin his evening if he saw her.

This was a reasonably classy hotel, so there weren’t going to be condom machines in the men’s room. Then it occurred to me that they had vending machines by the gift shop. With a little luck, okay maybe a lot of luck, they would have them in there. Well, I found the vending machines, but they were a little too G-rated for that. One last possibility – I approached the concierge. “Any idea where I might purchase a few condoms at this hour?”

“One moment sir,” he said and vanished into one of the hotel offices. Ya gotta love a good concierge; they can get you just about anything at any hour of the day or night.

I slipped a ten dollar bill out of my wallet and into my pocket in case he actually came back with something of interest. A moment later he returned with something in his white gloved hand and discretely handed them to me. It was almost as if he had anticipated this sort of thing.

“Have a good evening sir,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said, “I just might.” With that I slipped him the ten and headed for the elevator. I assumed the “maid’s closet” wasn’t going to be that hard to find. But, I had to wonder; don’t they usually lock that room? I was curious to know why she wanted the condoms. If she was pissed at her husband, she probably wouldn’t be putting out for him tonight, so someone else’s cum in her wouldn’t be noticed. But if she wasn’t protected, as in on the pill in one form or another, that might be another matter. Not being terribly fond of her and having no use for him, I decided it was time for a nefarious event since more than likely she simply wasn’t protected. I checked what the concierge had given me and found that is was six condoms: two ribbed with a reservoir tip, two plain, and two plain but with a reservoir tip. The ribs were supposed to be for the woman’s pleasure – something I wasn’t all that interested in tonight; ordinarily yes, but not with Keri. As for the reservoir tips, well, I had no use for that margin of safety. I opened one of the plain non-reservoir tipped ones, and taking my pen knife, put a little slit in it about an inch from the tip. I made it a small vertical slit so it wouldn’t tear any more with all the in and out activity I was anticipating. Most of my genetic material would stay in the condom, but a small amount would escape into her – maybe just enough. If I put it on with that little slit on the underside of my cock, she wouldn’t see it.

The elevator finally deposited me some twenty floors up in the air. Now, where was this closet? A quick trip down the hall one way looked less than promising. Down the hall in the other direction and I ran into that little closet fairly close to the elevator – it figures. The door certainly had a keyed handle but I tried it and found it unlocked – with Keri inside. “Don’t they normally lock this room?” I asked.

“Yea, but I leaned over kinda far, slipped the concierge fifty, and magic happened. You got condoms right?”

I’ll bet he would have done it for a lot less, I thought. One look down the front of her dress – with a view clear to her panty-free pussy – and he probably would have done it for free. “Yea, I got them; you afraid your husband will find traces of someone else leaking out of you?”

“Not really. That bastard’s not getting any from me tonight. I’m not protected and it’s my fertile time of the month. He got snipped so it’s not a problem with him. Showing up preggers might present a few little teensy problems,” she said patting her tummy. “Anyway, I haven’t got all night and I’m hot, so let’s get with it!” She slipped the straps of her little black dress off her shoulders and let it slide silently to the floor.

Wow! She was good looking – and there wasn’t a hair to be found on her from the neck down. No pantyhose, those were thigh-high stocking tops I had seen glimpses of earlier. She was gorgeous. Firm nice tits with deliciously long hard nipples, tight little areolas, a nice firm flat little tummy, and if I wasn’t mistaken, that was a large clit peaking out between her swollen hairless pussy lips. Christ, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I slipped out of my clothes as fast as I could.

Meanwhile, Keri had taken a number of bath towels from the shelf and arranged them on the floor in a form of a narrow bed. While doing that she had been bending over, giving me a wonderful view of her very naked little ass. She laid down on them and spread her inviting legs wide. “How do you feel about eating a girl?” she asked. “My clit really need a nice hard tongue on it.” She ran a hand between her legs and over her clit, making it stand out even more. “Don’t you feel like licking this?” she asked, toying with her wet swollen clit.

I didn’t say anything, just got down between those sexy legs and got to work. Her clit was just a large as I thought it was – one I could really have a good time with, and much larger than any other woman I had ever eaten. I started pleasing her and teasing her. She was really hot and was going to get off quickly, but I made her wait, wait until she was begging to get off. I would get her close and then slow down and lick and caress other parts of her pussy or suck on her swollen inner lips until she calmed down a little.

“Oh fuck,” she finally moaned, “make me cum okay? I really wanna come on your face. I really like this, but I can’t take this any longer. I wanna cum. I wanna cum so bad. I wanna cum all over your face. Just get me off and then put your nice hard cock inside me okay?”

I wanted to be inside her too, so I finally went for her clit and kept my tongue there, working on that gorgeous large swollen clit. I was really having fun with that big clit. It wasn’t long before she got off, quietly thank God, but nonetheless got off, and it appeared to be a long good cum. I was just grateful that she kept it down and didn’t wake the entire floor with her screaming. As drunk as she was, I could see her doing that too. I lapped up the tasty sex juices now leaking out of her. She really tasted fresh and clean. Old Brad hadn’t had her any time lately.

“Oh damn you do that well,” she finally said catching her breath. “My darling husband thinks a few licks in the general vicinity of my pussy ought to do it.”

So I guess that means Brad wasn’t that hot in bed. I got the condom package out and pretended that I had just opened it. Being careful to get the little slit on the underside of the head of my cock, I sipped it on and unrolled it down the length of my shaft. Now I moved over her and guided it to her wet entrance. As I shoved and it slid into her, I realized that not only was she really wet, but she was tighter than any woman I had ever been inside! She was really tight. I was going to get off in no time if I wasn’t careful. I slowly slid my hard cock all the way into her incredibly tight little love tunnel. I pulled on her hips and sank it into her until I could just feel the tip touch her cervix. “Wow you’re tight,” I whispered.

“Thanks! Exercise baby, exercise. My husband likes me nice and tight.”

I think it had more to do with genetics that exercise, but she sure was tight and I was pretty sure she worked out quite a bit. Brad has a piece like this around with her hot sexy body and as tight as she was and he’s fooling around getting a little strange stuff? Well, to each his own! He was an asshole and there had been hints over the years that he thought he was a bit of a stud, so I guess it fits. Well, I was going to enjoy his tight little wife. I started moving in and out of her, going all the way in till our pubic bones touched, and then sliding slowly out until just the head was still inside her hot cunt. I looked down at her flat little tummy as I slid back into her again deep enough that I nearly touched her cervix and wondered what that tummy would be like all swollen up with a baby inside. I wondered what it would be like to fuck her all swollen up like that too.

“Faster, harder!” she hissed. “I want you to really fuck me, not play with me. I want to feel you cum inside me; that’s what really gets me off.”

I started going faster, and as I did, her little ass came off the towels, her sexy stockinged legs wrapped around me, and she met me stroke for stroke. She was really good at this fucking business. She sure as hell didn’t just lay there and expect the guy to do all the work. She was so rowdy and randy that I slipped out a couple of times until I got used to just how far to come out. It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum – with that tight little cunt squeezing my cock and her going at me the way she was, there was just no holding off. Finally I got to the point of no return and felt my cum start deep inside and rush up my cock and explode inside her. Thick spurt after spurt of it shot out of the end of my cock and filled that “defective” condom. It went on and on – I knew I had to be leaking some cum into her hot little pussy. I was putting too much cum into her little pussy to not have some leak out. She was really taking my squirting cock into her just as far as she could get it too. I just hoped there wouldn’t be enough of my cum in her that it would start leaking out enough that she would notice. Now, maybe some of those little swimmers would find a place to do the most good – or damage, depending on your point of view.

Just as she said, she got off again with me cumming hard and fast inside her. She wasn’t quite a quiet this time and anyone passing by the closet would have no doubt that someone was getting laid in here. She got even tighter when she got off. That little pussy of hers really took hold of my throbbing cock and it felt like she was milking the cum out of me. Her cum lasted every bit as long as mine did, and then some.

“I’m sure glad you have a condom on,” she finally breathed. “I could really feel you squirting inside me. It was so hot! I love it when I feel a guy squirting his cum inside me. It really gets me off.”

I got the impression that she fooled around on her husband and that was okay with her; it was a problem for her if hubby fooled around. I suspected that I wasn’t the only one who had dumped a load of cum in her lately.

She lifted her head up as I slid out of her tight little pussy and watched me remove the condom. “Looked like a lot of cum,” she said softly and lay her head back on the towels. Apparently she didn’t notice a little drip of cum slide off the tip before I could get it into the trash bag hanging on the maid’s cart. It looked like it had leaked in her alright. “Christ I drank too much,” she moaned.

No fuckin’ shit lady. She was flat blitzed. I hoped she was going to be able to stagger back into the party on her own. I was going to try to fuck her again, and maybe even try to get her in the ass, but decided we had been away from the party long enough. When we got dressed, she couldn’t find her panties right away and quickly gave up looking for them. She was so drunk she didn’t remember giving them to me. I just kept them in my pocket as a souvenir of this memorable evening – the evening I fucked Brad’s wife and maybe knocked her up. Keri was just drunk enough that I wasn’t sure if she would remember who she had fucked tonight, if she even remembered getting fucked. We took separate elevators back down to the ballroom floor to avoid being seen together. If we didn’t go back together it would certainly be better for all concerned.

When my elevator reached the main floor, I stepped out and Keri was nowhere to be seen; good. I wanted it this way. I moseyed back into the ballroom and wandered over to the bar. When the bartender asked me what I wanted, I said just ice water. I had consumed enough booze for one night; besides, I had to drive home.

When the water arrived, I took a long drink and looked around. Maybe those two women I was thinking about hitting on tonight were still here. It was late, but not that late. This party was good for a couple of hours yet. It was just then that I noticed Keri sitting in a darkened corner of the bar area. She wasn’t looking too lively. I thought I would just leave that little problem up to Brad. I was sure he was just going to love it!

Not five minutes later, Brad came up to me at the bar. “Thank God someone here’s sober,” he said. “Do me a favor would you?”

“What’s that?”

“Find my driver out front and see if the two of you can get Keri into the limo and have him take her home? She’s completely wasted.”

“See what I can do,” I said, and took another drink of my water. I thought about adding that not only was she wasted, she was completely fucked too, but didn’t want him to know who did the deed if she started to swell in a few months. I didn’t bother to ask him why he couldn’t do that himself. The answer would have been pure bullshit anyway. In doing it for him, I might get to cop a feel with even a little luck. I thought it was surprising that he wasn’t, or didn’t appear to be, the least bit upset over her being that drunk. I went off to find his driver, James. Everyone knew him as Jim, but not to old Brad. I was almost surprised that he hadn’t insisted on calling him Jeeves or some other Hollywood name for a chauffeur. Brad was a piece of work.

I found Jim out in the lobby, apparently hitting on one of the desk clerks: she was rather cute. I explained the problem and he said he would bring the car around to the front door. But, he wasn’t going to help carry her out if she couldn’t walk.

Yea, I wasn’t either. I agreed that if I couldn’t get her to walk out, it was going to be Brad’s problem. I want back in to see if Keri was able to walk out of there.

Keri was pretty trashed alright, but willing to get up and go out to the limo. I was a bit surprised that she didn’t offer some resistance to the idea of being sent home. Apparently she had had enough of this party and wanted out of here. Come to think of it, she hadn’t wanted to be here in the first place. Maybe that explained her willingness to leave. With very little help, she managed to make it out to the car.

Jim had the car by the curb with the motor running when I got Keri out of the front door. Jim opened the back door for her.

Keri stopped before getting in and asked, “Are you coming too? Say Jim,” she said turning to Jim, “how about the three of us have a little party when we get home?”

“Okay with me,” he said. Then he looked over at me, “you okay with this?”

“A threesome?” Somehow I just assumed she meant more sex and not just sitting around drinking.

“Sure!” Keri piped up. “I’d love that!”

“Okay,” I said and got in next to Keri.

“You ever done this with her before?” I asked Jim as the car pulled away from the curb.

“Nope, but I have always wanted to!”

“You’ll love it,” she giggled.

Jim had us to Brad’s rather extravagant and pretentious house in perhaps record time. Apparently he was horny and had a thing for getting a little of Keri too. Hell, half of Brad’s employees would probably like to nail Keri – they either had been screamed at by her or hated Brad enough to want to fuck his wife for revenge. It looked like someone else was going to have a little of Brad’s prize trophy wife tonight besides me.

Arriving at the house, Jim pulled the car around to side and into the garage. The three of us got out and went into the living room of the house.

Once in her house, Keri hadn’t forgotten why we were there. “Upstairs,” she said, leading the way. “The party and the bedroom are this way.” She was slurring it a bit, but was definitely well aware of what she was doing.

“She do this often?” I whispered to Jim.

“Get smashed; yea. Frequently; I think she’s really a drunk. But invite me to her bedroom, let alone with another guy? No. This is a first for me.”

Part way to the bedroom, she slipped out of that little black dress, and wearing nothing but her thigh-high stockings and heels, and walked into the bedroom. “So, I’m ready,” she said. “How about you two?”

It didn’t take us long to doff our clothes. Yup, guys compare, and Jim was about the same size as me. “What did you have in mind?” I asked Keri as she came over to us and took one cock in each hand and began to stroke us to full hardness – not that we weren’t pretty hard already looking at her hot naked little body.

“Ya know, I want a little of that double penetration stuff that’s in a lot of Brad’s movies.”

So, old Brad has a collection of porn movies does he? A little family secret out of the bag. “One in the ass and one in the pussy?” I asked, just to be sure that she didn’t mean blowing one guy while getting fuck in the pussy by the other.

“Yea, that’s it. Standing up.”

Oh good, gymnastic sex. Now that was going to make it a little more interesting. Neither one of us was going to get very far inside her doing it that way, but while I had seen it done in porn movies, I wondered how it worked out in real life. I was about to find out. “Who do you want where?” I asked.

“Let’s see; how about you in my asshole, and Jim in my pussy. Yea, that’s how I want it. I want to taste these first though,” she said dropping to her knees.

First she took Jim in her mouth and started blowing him while she continued to stroke my cock with her soft little hand. She was doing remarkably well for someone as drunk as she was. After a few minutes of partaking of Jim’s equipment, she turned her oral attentions to my hard cock. Now she was blowing me and stroking Jim. She didn’t give that good a blowjob, truth be known. I looked up at Jim and he just shook his head. Yup, it hadn’t been any better for him either. Some women know what to do, some don’t do it very well, and Keri didn’t have a clue. Oh well, from now on if I ever told Brad to kiss my dick, he would have already done it by proxy the next time he kissed Keri. There was something to be gained from this mediocre blowjob.

“Okay,” she said after a few minutes of what was my worst blowjob ever, “Let’s get to fucking Keri!” She stood up. “Oh, condoms, condoms,” she said a little alarmed. “Do you have any?” she asked, turning to me.

“Yea,” I said and pulled the remaining five out of my pocket and handed her a plain one with a reservoir end. After all, I didn’t want the possibility of any of Jim’s cum leaking out and having any of his little swimmers getting to her egg before mine got there. But, by now, they had either gotten enough of a head start, or they were never going to get there anyway. It was well over an hour since I had given her my little donation.

Jim gave me a funny look. “I was hoping to get lucky tonight,” I said. Let’s face it, most guys don’t carry an assortment of condoms around with them, and most chicks are on the pill.

“Looks like you’re about to.”

“Jim has to have one,” she said taking it and handing it to Jim. “You’ll be in my little pooper so you won’t have to have one – unless you want one.”

Fortunately, she gave no hint of what had transpired earlier. “I’ll pass.”

Jim took the condom, tore open the package, and rolled it down his hard cock.

“Okay Jimbo,” she said putting her arms around his neck, “put your hands on my bottom to hold me up and put that thing in me.” She then lifted first one leg and then the other as Jim put his hands on her “bottom,” and was able to easily slip at least part of his hard cock into her tight wet pussy.

“Oh yea that’s tight,” he groaned. She tilted her pelvis toward him, letting really go nice and deep into her. She could do that until I was ready to slip into her rear. From the look on his face, he was surprised to find her that tight.

“Now you,” she said turning her head to me, “Oh, yea, you need some lube. Over in the nightstand there’s some Astroglide. It’s really slick stuff,” she mumbled. “You’ll need it to fuck me up the ass.”

Yup, she was still very trashed. I went over to the nightstand she pointed to and sure enough, in the top drawer, along with two dildos and a vibrator, was a small plastic bottle of Astroglide; more family secrets out of the bag.

I put a few drops of the Astroglide on my hard cock as I returned to the two of them, now going at it, and smeared it all over my cockhead. Taking cock in hand, I moved in behind her. They stopped and she straightened up some while I probed her tight little asshole and slowly shoved the head of my cock into her. The movies make this look a lot easier than it actually is. I let it sit there for a few seconds while she got used to it being there and then slid as much as I could into her, which was probably less that half of what I could have given her in almost any other position. Jim started slowly moving in and out of her tight little pussy again as I shoved into her and pulled out until just the head was being held by her tight little sphincter. Yea, I always knew she was a tight ass. After a few strokes, I shoved it into her as far as I could and held still. It was amazing; I could feel Jim’s hard cock going in and out of her through the thin membranes that separated our cocks. After a few seconds of that new and exciting feeling, I began moving in and out of her tight little asshole again.

Keri started moaning and groaning. She was thoroughly enjoying this: being held up in the air and sandwiched between two guys. I had to wonder if she did this often. I was sure it wasn’t her first time. Keri tried to make it sound like it was her first time earlier, but I had my doubts. Her moaning and groaning was slowly getting louder and it seemed that her first orgasm with two guys in her bottom was rapidly approaching.

I wasn’t ready yet, and as far as I could tell, Jim wasn’t quite there either. We just kept pumping away at her, enjoying the sight, feeling, and sound of it all. This was pretty hot.

In no time, Keri started to cum. “OH…YEA…” she moaned. “YES! YES!” and there followed something of a shriek as she climaxed on the two stiff cocks inside her. She bucked and thrashed, paying little attention to the two guys trying desperately to keep their cock buried inside her climaxing body. From the sound and feeling, she really got off! It lasted quite a while. When it was over, she didn’t stop us. To the contrary, she kept bouncing up and down, quickly building to another one. This chick really liked sex!

By now I was getting ready to cum. It wasn’t going to be long before I shot my load of cum into her tight little asshole. I had my hands on her tiny waist and was going as deep into her body as this awkward position would allow.

Keri quickly built to another climax. And, just as Keri’s shrieking built to a crescendo as her climax started for the second time, Jim groaned loudly and started cumming insider her tight little pussy.

I was amazed. Yes, I could actually feel Jim’s cock throbbing inside Keri as he shot load after load of his hot sperm into her! That was it; I unloaded a huge spurt of cum straight up Keri’s ass. This was a fabulous cum, one that lasted and lasted, and felt like I was squirting a massive amount of my thick hot sperm up her ass – her tight prissy little ass. I just wished I could get my spurting cock deeper inside her ass. My knees felt weak and my legs were shaking it was so intense.

When we were all finally done, Keri lowered her legs, causing both of the cocks to slip out of her. “That was great,” she groaned.

I looked over at Jim’s cock. He had shot a rather respectable amount of cum into that condom. Seeing that, I wondered again if any of the cum I shot into her hot little pussy earlier had manage to get beyond her cervix and off to where it could really have some fun.

“Well boys, it’s been fun, but I gotta get to bed,” she said rather dismissively. She went over to her dresser, got out a nightgown, and slipped it on. Then she just ambled, or rather staggered, over to the bed.

Jim and I cleaned ourselves up a little with a couple of tissues then slipped our clothes back on as Keri got into bed and turned out the light. I guess she was done for us. The hired help had just been dismissed.

We deposited his used condom and the tissues I had used to clean myself up with in the toilet on the way out. One quick flush and the evidence was gone. We didn’t want to leave anything Brad would find. “Does she ever remember what she did when she gets that drunk?” I asked him as we walked through the house to the garage and the car.

“Sometimes. And, then there are times when I think she really doesn’t remember shit the next day; most of the time she just can’t remember who did what, which is probably going to be the case tomorrow. She will remember she got laid, but she won’t know who she was with doing it. I get most of this from Celia.”

“Who’s Celia?”

“She’s their maid. Keri tells Celia everything. Celia is like Keri’s confessor or something; except Celia tells me a lot of it as she can’t believe Keri does some of the thing she does.”

“Like what?”

We arrived at the limo and got in.

“Like tonight! Other than letting me fuck her, which she would never stoop to before, there was nothing new about tonight.” He started the car and backed out of the garage.

“You mean she fucks around on Brad?”

“Oh, big time! Mostly she gets off on fucking the big-money men in town. As Celia tells it, if you have money, you can get in her pants. And, the weird part is that they don’t give her a dime or spend hardly anything on her, and that’s okay with her.”

“Doesn’t she ever worry about one of them fucking and telling?”

“Not really; they are all married! They tell: they get a messy divorce and no more Keri on the side. She can’t tell because then Brad would dump her little ass. Even with a good divorce settlement, which she would probably get, she wouldn’t have the money she has access to now. Not to leave out that she might get shunned by her rich dicks and, most importantly, her perceived society position she loves so much would vaporize.”

“That means that she kinda fucked up by screwing us tonight then doesn’t it?”

“Now that you mention it. Keri hasn’t been known to fuck the hired help; she musta really been pissed at old Brad about something. But, I need the job, so I’m not telling, not that I would anyway.”

Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell. Jim obviously knew that I had fucked her in the ass tonight – that wouldn’t get her pregnant. He didn’t know about the earlier fucking – that one would. That one I wanted kept secret, just incase the nefarious little event did what it was supposed to do – advertising wouldn’t be a good idea. When we finally got back to the hotel and parked the car, Jim finally said, “God that was great. You don’t know how badly I have wanted to fuck that little bitch – fuck Brad’s little piece of ass – fuck Brad’s stuck UP little piece of ass!”

I had to admit, I was pretty pleased with my accomplishments this night too.

Epilogue

I did manage to connect with one of the two women I mentioned earlier. We went out to an early breakfast and I did get her in the sack. She wasn’t as small or as tight as Keri, but she was a whole lot more fun!

I saw Keri about six months later and she wasn’t looking the least bit preggers. Maybe I hadn’t donated enough genetic material that night or maybe I did and she had taken care of it: anyway, no swollen belly. Yes, she was till married to Brad. I heard a rumor later that he wasn’t banging another chick; he was into guys a little. Since Keri was still married to him and he wasn’t broke, maybe she was okay with that; different strokes for different folks.

Oh, and Jim? He quit not long after that night and is now driving gambler’s bus to and from a casino. He said I wouldn’t believe the tips he gets from drunk winners.

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Costume Party

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It was Friday night, hanging out with my buddies, we decided to throw a giant party at my friend Tom’s house.

“We’ll have it next Friday, we’ll have everyone we know, and we’ll make it a costume party,” Tom said, I could see the wheels turning in his genius head as to what could happen. The two of us had gone to college together, we both became part of an Internet company, which managed to make rather large stock gains, and us being the only stockholders, we became rather wealthy. Of course, being wealthy men, we managed to get married within 3 years of hitting it big, and our wives are very beautiful, smart women who we loved.

I met my wife in high school, and we had been going out off and on since then, and we got married right out of college, her name was Amber, and she had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was 34C-25-34, 5’8″. She always looks beautiful no matter what else is going on in her life (I’m surprised I go out at all with her waiting at home). After our night of drinking and organizing was over, I headed home, very excited. I told my wife about the party, and she too was excited, she hadn’t been to a costume party, and parties at Tom’s were always an event, we were usually able to get a lot of people who were all interested in having fun.

The next morning I awoke to my wife kissing my neck, always a welcome feeling. I had my arm around her, then she kissed her way down my body until she finally got to the “morning wood” she loves to give me head in the mornings. She loves how my cock is always stiff, almost as if it knows what it is going to get, and gets excited just for her. She slowly put the head of my cock into her mouth, rubbing the head, licking it, and swirling her tongue around it. Then she started putting my cock into her mouth, then she started deep throating me.

I could feel her tongue slide up and down my shaft, as her head bobbed up and down on my throbbing member. I could feel my balls tighten, and I put my hand on the back of my wife’s head (our signal that I was about to cum) and unleashed a load that left me feeling drained, and that my wife happily swallowed. We stayed in bed, I had my arms around her, and I felt her body, her smooth skin, and started fingering her pussy, slowly, teasing her, then shoving my fingers in with more force and purpose, adding another finger inside her. Hearing her screams, and eventually an orgasm. We managed to get out of bed, eat breakfast, and shower (separately). I called Tom and asked if anything needed to be done at the office. He said that he had just scheduled a meeting at his house for this afternoon but nothing until then, I said I would make it over there, and came early, bringing my wife since she would talk to Tom’s wife, Nancy.

We got their and the entire meeting was just about the party, and it was now going to be the day after tomorrow, it was still a costume party, and would start somewhere around 8 o’clock. The guests didn’t need to bring anything, except themselves, and of course, costumes, my wife and I left, had dinner out and both were exhausted, so we went to bed.

The next morning my wife said she would pick up our costumes that night when she went to her friend’s a few miles outside of the city. “What are you getting?” I asked, actually expecting an answer.

“You’re just going to have to wait and see.” She said smiling smugly at me. I kissed her goodbye and watched her drive off. The entire day was spent sleeping, and watching sports later on that night.

Finally, I woke up the next morning and ate breakfast, I sat on the deck in my backyard and read the paper, looking out over the pool. It was so relaxful that I didn’t even notice my wife walk up behind me.

“Miss me?” She asked, making me lean my head back to see her.

“Yeah, what did you pick up?” I asked anxiously, wanting to hear what kind of costumes my wife had picked for us.

“Come on inside, I’d rather show you” She smiled at me, that devilish smile she had whenever she had something erotic planned for us. I followed her in, my cock already stiffening and my mind wandering about what would become of this situation. I waited in the living room as my wife stepped off into the bathroom to change into her costume. It took her a few minutes to get into the costume, but the result was well worth the wait. My wife came out in the tightest, and smallest nurse outfit I have ever seen. It was one piece (kind of like the dresses that tennis players wear) and was button down to the waist, and then was a normal skirt, It went only about 3 inches past her ass, and she even had the hat with the red cross on it. Needless to say, I couldn’t put any words together to tell her how great she looked.

“I guess I’ll take the silence as a sign that I look good?” She asked, smiling that same devilish smile, as she came over to me, and straddled my lap.

“Yes” Which isn’t much, but is more than I thought I would be able to muster at this moment. We kissed, or more accurately, she stuck her tongue down my throat, and we began to make out on the couch, something we used to do a lot in high school. We began feeling each other’s bodies, I discovered she had on no panties, and she managed to get my pants down past my cock, and placed her hot pussy right above it, and finally sliding me inside her. She was incredibly wet, my cock was sliding in and out of her easily, and she was making my cock to go in and out of her fast and hard. I unbuttoned her top, and seeing, as she had no bra kissed her breasts, feeling her nipples harden, and hearing her moans made my cock throb inside her, causing her to moan more. Until finally, the pent up energy inside me was released inside her pussy, and her scream of pleasure right afterward told me that her energy had been released also. We sat there on the couch, until we regained ourselves, we kissed for a few minutes and I finally asked what my costume was.

“You’re going as a surgeon,” she stated, still a little winded and got up to go and get my costume for me to try on. “I hope it fits.” This wasn’t a problem since my costume basically consisted of some surgeon’s scrubs, and a stethoscope. Of course it fit, and we began getting ready for the party.

We left for Tom’s house at about 7 o’clock, we figured we would get there early and help them set up (we usually always do this for them and I think they just expect it by now). Tom was dressed in a loincloth, and was supposed to be Tarzan, and his wife was Jane, and was also dressed in animal skin, although the 2 of them looked more like Fred and Wilma. As 8 o’clock rolled around, more and more people arrived, with some pretty provocative costumes, one couple was Bill and Monica, another Shaggy and Daphne (although I don’t think they technically were with each other), and so on. We mingled with friends we had there, the music was blaring, and a game was on TV in the living room, although no one was seriously paying attention to it.

Amber and I separated for a little bit, as I went with Tom and some other guys upstairs to play some high-stakes whiffle ball. After winning some cash, I came back downstairs, and Amber wrapped her arms around me, and told me we needed to have some alone time (code for “hey, wanna fuck?”). We went into a bathroom, and began furiously trying to make love, which wasn’t hard up until someone walked into the door. She was dressed as a French Maid, and I had never met her before, but she introduced herself as Katarina. She was around 5’2″ I guessed, had large breasts which her costume showed off well, her skirt was short, and showed off some nice legs, she had brown hair, and green eyes.

“Would you two like to be left alone?” she asked. Before I could answer my wife chimed in with.

“No, would you like to join us” She said with that same devilish grin. Katarina, smartly, closed the door and locked it, something I didn’t think about, and moved over to us, and began by kissing my wife while I watched and started feeling up their legs. We were sitting on the floor of the bathroom, I lifted up both their skirts, and removed Katarina’s panties, I found my wife wasn’t wearing any, and began fingering both of them, while my wife grabbed onto Katarina’s breasts with her mouth like it was life and death. I then pulled my pants down to release my hard cock, Katarina and Amber looked at each other, and both of them made their way to my crotch. Amber pushed Katarina’s mouth onto my cock, who began to bob up and down on it like a pro.

My wife began sucking on my balls, and moving her tongue around them, taking in a ball at a time, then both, then one, then the other. Katarina then pulled her head off, and pulled her costume down past her breasts, and slid my cock between them, kneading her breasts, which also created friction on my purple-headed cock. My wife began feeling Katarina’s breasts too, then placed her mouth over the head of my cock, as it released a massive shot of cum into my wife’s awaiting mouth. After the spurts had stopped, she grabbed Katarina’s hair, and kissed her, allowing my cum to travel into her mouth, and some dripped on their chins and fell onto the floor. Katarina then moved up and let her pussy come down and engulfed my somewhat flaccid cock.

My wife was lying down next to me and guided Katarina’s mouth into her pussy, having her lick it deep and telling her to suck on her clit. My cock began growing, and became hard quickly as Katarina had figured out how to keep a steady rhythm with fucking me and eating out my wife’s pussy. Amber had her hand on the back of Katarina’s head, forcing her down onto her pussy, her lips disappearing in my wife’s snatch. I had my hands on Katarina’s hips, bracing her on top of me as I drove my cock into her, I could feel her orgasm against my cock, her pussy tightening around it. My wife was fondling her own breasts, and finally let out a scream and her body shook from her orgasm. I kept pounding my cock into Katarina, until finally I could feel my cock stiffen, and finally explode inside her pussy, causing her to have another orgasm.

As we were finishing up, my wife started the bathtub, where we all sat, cleaning ourselves and recovering from out sexcapades. We sat there for what seemed like minutes, but actually was an hour and half, we finally dressed, kissed goodbye, and made sure to get Katarina’s phone number for if we wanted to do this again. My wife and I went back to the party, we didn’t look too disheveled and continued with drinks and dancing, Amber is a great dancer, but she was feeling exhausted, and I took her up to a room in Tom’s house, put her to bed, and closed the door. I went back downstairs, the party still going, when Tom’s wife, Laura, came up to me, and told me Tom needed to see me. I followed her upstairs, and found that he was sitting on the bed, only in boxers, and his wife was beginning to take off her costume, which she had nothing on underneath. She then turned around, and kissed me. I was totally shocked by then, and was more than just a bit uncomfortable.

“What is going on here?” I asked, barely able to make out the words.

“Well, I just wanted to have some fun with the two of you.” His wife said, as she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the bed. She was in between us, and taking my cue, I began undressing, until I was also naked. I kissed Laura, and felt her breasts, she had large breasts, at least 44Ds, not as tall as Amber, but same body-type, with long blonde hair, and blue eyes. I was sitting on the bed, as Laura, climbed on top of me, allowing me to enter her snatch, letting my cock open her wide and penetrate her most sensitive area. As we began to find a rhythm, I noticed Tom had climbed up behind her, and began pounding his 7-inch cock into her ass.

Tom and I began working in rhythm, one would thrust and then the other, keeping one of us thrusting inside her at all times, she was loving it, her moans would loud and full of lust. She screamed so many times that it seemed like she orgasmed with every thrust. When I was all the way in her pussy, I could feel her skin moved by Tom’s cock, as we both took it to Laura. I was feeling my cock throb until there was nothing else to do, so I held it in for a little bit, and finally, came inside Laura, with a moan. I guessed that Tom had cum already, as he was slowly working his way out of his wife’s ass. I kissed Laura good night, and went back to the room where I put my wife for to sleep, and climbed in bed with her, and got a good night’s rest.

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Glory Hole Slut

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I introduced Margie to glory holes three years ago. It was on our second anniversary. I had been renting movies once or twice a month almost from the day we were married. We watched them at home.

I still remember the first one I brought home. It opened with a girl asleep in a bed. She was tossing and turning like she was dreaming. Then she started feeling herself. When she finally opened her eyes her tits were bare and she was pinching her nipples. Then her hand moved down her body and between her legs. She started squirming around as she rubbed her pussy, shoving her panties between the folds of her cunt lips.

When she pulled her panties off she got real serious about fingering her cunt. She spread her legs wide and reached to the side of the bed and picked up a dildo. Looking at her wide-open snatch Margie said, “Oh how gross. Are you really supposed to get turned on by looking at that?”

I didn’t say anything and Margie started to get up. But then a nude man walked into the bedroom. His cock was just hanging between his legs, but you knew when it got hard it was going to be huge.

Margie gasped and sat back down. The guy and girl got together on the bed and ate each other and fucked until the cum shot. The girl got half the cum in her face and half in her mouth. As soon as that happened Margie jumped on me and we screwed like a couple of bunnies.

That was the first video. Margie never said “gross” again. She watched every movie I brought home and she never failed to get super horny.

I’ve always thought it would be hot to watch some fucking and sucking live. You know, be in the same room so you could smell as well as see and hear the action. I knew I’d never go to Amsterdam or any other place where you can watch shows like that. And really it seemed to me it would be more exciting if you actually knew the people. So that naturally led to thinking of watching Margie.

When I told her I’d like to watch her she misunderstood. She was very happy to let me watch her masturbate. I didn’t clear up the misunderstanding. I figured I’d do that some other time.

Next I introduced her to flashing. Of course she was nervous as hell at first. The first time was a trucker. Before I pulled along side I reached over and pulled her tube top down. She just thought I wanted to see her tits and didn’t realize what was happening till the turcker blew his horn. She was embarassed but got over it pretty quickly. And she liked it. Eventually she even did some flashing on her own and told me about it later. That always led to some hot sex.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see some other guy fuck her. But I did like the idea of her sucking some other guy. On the other hand I didn’t want her meeting some guy and maybe getting to like him too much. That’s when I got the idea of using glory holes.

The night of our second anniversary I had her dress in a tight mini-dress with no bra or panties. By then she was used to me trying to show her off and had become somewhat of an exhibitionist herself.

I’m sure that all the movies we watched helped. Even some of the mainstream ones, like Basic Instinct, and that other one where Sharon Stone pulls off her panties in the middle of a restaurant.

We went out for a nice dinner and over coffee I handed her a slave bracelet for her anniversary present. She giggled and put it on and then said, “I’m your slave, now what, master?”

I smiled at her and said, “What” will come later. Right now let’s finish our coffee.” She gave a nervous little laugh and drank down her coffee.

When we left the restaurant instead of heading for home I turned in the direction of the video place. “Where are we going?”

“Ssshhh. Slaves aren’t supposed to ask questions.”

She squeezed my leg, “Oooohh, this sounds interesting.”

When I pulled into the parking lot at the video store her fingers dug into my leg. “Are you going to rent us a video?”

I didn’t say anything. I got out and walked around the car and opened her door. “Come on, slave.”

“Honey! I can’t go in there.”

I just stood there looking at her. The light in the car was enough to see her turning red as she sat there looking at me. Finally she got out of the car and I took her hand and we went into the store.

There were only a couple of guys looking at the video rentals and a girl behind the counter. Seeing another girl in the place eased Margie’s mind. I bought some tokens and headed for the booths.

Margie didn’t ask anything but she was really squeezing my hand. I picked out a booth in the middle so there might be someone on either side of us. I sat down on the chair and pulled Margie down on my lap.

She was so busy watching the screen she didn’t notice the glory holes. I raised her up a little and pulled her skirt up around her waist. I put my hand between her legs and felt how wet she was alreadyt. She was squirming around on my lap when a light went on in the booth on our right and she saw the glory hole.

“Honey, what’s that?”, she gasped.

“That’s a glory hole.” As soon as I said it she tried to cover herself.

She whispered to me, “Someone might be watching.”

I whispered back, “I know.” She gave a nervous giggle and tried to hide her face in my shoulder.

“Look.” She couldn’t help herself; she had to see what I was talking about.

“Oh my God.” There was a 10″ cock poking through the glory hole. Margie was spellbound, staring at that pulsating hunk of man muscle.

I turned her around even more and started leaning closer and closer toward that massive cock.

“Feel it.” I urged her.

Her hand tentatively reached out and touched that big hard-on. She jerked her hand back like she had been burned. We heard a soft moan from the other side of the wall.

Margie looked at me. Her nostrils were flared as she inhaled deeply. “Touch it.”

Her head snapped back around in time to see a large drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip of that giant tool. I could feel her tremble and her pussy squeezing my fingers. I leaned forward more and she put her hand out to touch him again.

I kept leaning until her face was just an inch or two away from the angry purple cock head. I almost came when she wrapped her little hand around that monster. For the first time in her life my wife was touching another man’s cock. And I liked it even more than I ever thought I would.

I leaned forward more and whispered in her ear, “Do it, slave. You have to do what your master tells you.”

She didn’t ask what I wanted her to do. She could feel me pushing her forward. Her tongue darted out and moistened her lips as her mouth drew closer and closer to touching that hot piece of flesh.

I watched her lips part and the tip of that cock slipped into my wife’s mouth. The stranger with the monster cock groaned when he felt those soft moist lips engulf the head of his pole.

Margie groaned in response. I put my hand over hers and started stroking the length of his shaft. After a few moments I let go and watched Margie start stroking his shaft and bobbing her head back and forth at the same time.

I pushed my chest against her back, forcing more of that monster into her dainty little mouth. Margie didn’t resist me. She just started working harder with her hand. Her cheeks were sunken as she sucked as hard as she could, while still bobbing her head back and forth.

I knew no one could last much longer with the way she was voraciously sucking on that monster. Watching over her shoulder I could see his ball sack tighten as he neared cumming.

His fist hit the wall and he barked out a loud groan as his cock erupted, filling Margie’s mouth with hot white sperm.

I could hear her muffled gagging as her mouth was filled to overflowing. She was swallowing as fast as she could, but it was like a river was flooding her mouth and the overflow was spilling out the corners of her mouth. It seemed like he would never stop spewing out cum.

Margie shuddered and groaned as a massive orgasm coursed through her body. Her ass grinding against my dick caused me to cum.

The stranger finally stopped quenching my wife’s thirst and she reluctantly let his cock pull out of her mouth and back through the glory hole.

She collapsed back against me, forcing me back against the chair. We were both too weak to move. I briefly saw the stranger’s face looking through the hole, “Thanks.” And then he was gone.

I had to hold Margie up and help her out to the car. When I sat her down on the car seat she reached up and grabbed my head. She pulled me down to her and clamped her sticky mouth on mine. Her tongue probed my mouth and I could taste the sweet/salty cum that had so recently filled her mouth.

After a minute she let me go and I got in the car. We went home and straight to bed. We were both too exhausted to do anything else. But in the morning when we woke up we spent four hours fucking. It was as hot as our honeymoon, if not hotter.

We’ve never tried swinging and I’ve never watched another man fuck Margie. I’m not even sure I want to. But once every month or so she’s a glory hole slut. We’ve never seen that guy again or another one with such a giant cock. But we keep hoping.

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My Trophy Wife

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When I look back on what happened last month, I definitely blame myself to a large extent. I’ve been married to my gorgeous and sexy wife for 12 years. My wife Lea has an incredible body – the kind that all men dream about getting to screw at least once in their lifetime. She has long legs leading up to a great shapely ass, the most amazing tits that I’ve ever seen and to top it all off, her face is beautiful with stunning eyes and sexy lips. Lea and I met during my junior year in college and after many attempts, she finally accepted an offer to go on a date with me. The rest as they say is history, as we were inseparable from then on.

Also attending that college were two guys that to this day are my best friends. The three of us; myself, Ray and George had a lot in common, from playing division 1 baseball, to partying, to chasing great looking girls. It was in our junior year that we first saw Lea. She was a transfer student that had all of the guys drooling over her, and the three of us were no different. From the moment we saw and met her, she became the most sought after girl for each of us.

Ray, who is a light-skinned African-American was the first to pursue her and George also tried to get a date set up with her. Fortunately for me, Lea turned down each of them multiple times, which still left the door open for me. At the time, she was not dating anyone and politely told anyone that asked her out that she was just focusing on her studies and getting acclimated to the new school. That worked perfectly for me, because even though I was a jock and partier, I tended to be a little quieter, especially around the girls.

So, when I was not playing fall baseball, I was spending time in the library, as Lea was there a lot. I think I spent more time in the library that one semester than I did the entire rest of my college career. But it worked. We eventually became study partners and I even signed up for a Social Dance class she was taking in the spring semester at her request.

I finally got her to accept a request for a date on Valentine’s Day, when I sent her what I thought was a corny card, but it worked. When Lea and I first started dating, Ray and George were always begging for details and trying to steal her from me. But, Lea’s and my relationship just got stronger and we ended up getting married 18 months later, after we each graduated with our degrees.

George and Ray were two of our groomsmen and even after we got married, hung out at our place most of the time for the first few years after graduation. They would regularly tell me how lucky I was to have landed a babe like Lea, and I’d frequently rub it in their faces that she turned them both down multiple times before she started dating me. Eventually George and Ray each found a lady that he was serious about and by the time Lea and I were celebrating our 3rd anniversary, each of them had gotten married as well.

George married Rachel, who was tall and fairly attractive and Ray ended up marrying a white girl named Cindy, who was just over 5 feet tall but cute. Neither of these women had the sexy looks or killer body that Lea did, so over the next few years, the macho talk continued between George, Ray and I. Lea, Rachel and Cindy became good friends, so the three of us couples would go out frequently together, not to mention the ladies going on shopping Saturdays, while us guys played any sports we could find.

It was after one of those Saturdays of playing in a softball tournament that I probably pushed George and Ray too far. We stopped by a bar on the way home to have a few beers and order some lunch. As was pretty common, the talk eventually turned to women and Ray made a comment that he still could not believe that I could have landed somebody as hot as Lea. And even though it had been a dozen years since we all graduated, she still looked as hot as ever, especially compared to their wives. George then made a remark that if she had not accepted that date with me, he definitely would have eventually convinced her to let him take her out and he would have tapped that great looking body.

I told them both to just dream on, because never in a million years would either of them be able to score with someone as hot as Lea. And I reminded them that they each did alright for themselves with the wives they have, who although they are not as hot as my wife, that they are still better looking than I would have thought either of these guys was capable of scoring with. Ray muttered something under his breath, but then we all started laughing and I thought it was forgotten. Boy was I wrong, as after that George and Ray began to hatch their plan their led up to the night a month ago.

George was in the construction business and in the process of building a new commercial property that consisted of office space and a storage warehouse. The storage warehouse had been completed a few months before it was needed, so George had installed a basketball hoop in there for his men to be able to shoot hoops while on their lunch hour since they were still building out all of the office space. Ray, George and I ended up spending a few evenings there as well, as it was much less crowded than our local gym. He had even placed a couple of mattresses in the corners in case his employees needed to lie down, as they tended to work long hours. It was one of those evenings that Ray said he had a “great idea for a game”. Even though George knew exactly what their overall plan was, he played along perfectly when we both asked Ray what it was.

Ray said that since the warehouse is so big and pitch black with the lights out, as there were no windows, that we should get the girls to come over here some night after a few drinks and play “find your mate”. He explained that we would put a time limit on the game of about 1 hour and the men would start at one end of the warehouse, with the women on the other. Once the lights were off, everyone would strip and you’d have to find your mate without any speaking. He said that as kind of a prize if you found your spouse early, you could take her to one of the corner mattresses and have fun. George right away said that would be a blast and that we could even have the women keep their panties on if that would make them more comfortable.

We had all been boating or hanging out at the pool together a number of times, so we had all seen each other’s wives in fairly skimpy swimsuits anyway. I asked how we were supposed to find our spouse if there was no talking and Ray said use your hands moron. I told him that it would probably work for us guys being able to feel for our wives boobs, but it would make it nearly impossible for the women to identify us, as we all had roughly the same build, height and weight. I assumed that would probably mean we were similar below the waist too. So, George said we could put some kind of identifier on our bodies, so the ladies could tell exactly who was who. Ray said that sounded like a great idea, as long as we put it somewhere near our cocks, so the ladies would have to feel us up too. As crazy as it sounded, I actually liked the idea and figured that the worst thing that could happen is that Lea would get felt up by my friends while trying to find their wives. For all of the times we’ve had chicken fights in the pool or at the beach with each other, I figured there’s probably been just about as much accidental touching then.

So, we agreed, as long as we could convince the wives and come up with some kind of identifier for us guys to wear. We were all getting together for a cookout the following day, so we decided to bring up the idea then with the ladies. I think we were all kind of surprised when the wives agreed to the idea right away, as long as they were allowed to keep their panties on. That night I mentioned it to Lea that I was surprised that all 3 of them agreed so quickly and she said why not. She figured that each of us have gotten to check out each other’s wives in very small bikinis over the years, while we’ve worn loose swimsuits, so it will be a chance for them to even the score a little. She said that the thought of George and Ray possibly feeling her tits did not make her happy, but that as long as she could quickly detect whether the feeler was me or not, she could quickly move on. And, the thought of finding each other quickly and then screwing on one of the corner mattresses while our friends were in the same room with no idea really turned her on.

It was determined that we’d play our game the following weekend after going out for some drinks and dancing. We all met at the club and I noticed how everyone seemed to be a bit more reserved then normal. While at the club, I asked Ray if he had figured out how we would be identifiable to the ladies in the game. He said that he had gotten some stickers that would stick to our skin that had a different number of dots on each one. The dots were like brail and could easily be felt above the surface of the sticker. He said if we placed them a little below our belly buttons, that the women would be bound to touch our dicks while feeling for the sticker and they would not interfere with anything if we got our wife onto the mattress for some action. We stayed at the club long enough for each of us to have a few drinks and loosen up a bit.

From there, we were off to the storage warehouse. When we got there, the lights were on and you could tell that George had the place cleaned up. There were even sheets and pillows on the mattresses. Ray again explained the rules and pulled out the stickers that we’d be wearing. He then handed a sticker to each of the ladies and told them to put it on their man, so they’d be sure they knew what it felt like. The sticker that Lea placed on me had a single dot on it, Ray’s had two and George’s had three. Ray then pulled out a clock that would be set to go off in 60 minutes. We all agreed to wait for 5 minutes after the alarm went off before turning the lights on to ensure everyone at least had some time to get his or her clothes back on. When no one had any additional comments or questions, Ray sent the ladies to one end of the room and us guys went to the other. The room itself was probably about 4,000 square feet, so I figured it may take us a little bit of time to find each other.

When we were at opposite ends of the room, George turned off the lights and we removed our clothes. What I did not know then, but found out a week later was that George and Ray also removed their stickers and replaced it with one like mine, with a single dot. When we started walking out into the pitch darkness it was much more difficult than I had expected it would be. I initially planned to just walk straight across the room to where the girls were starting from. I was even counting to myself the number of steps I’d taken, so I’d know when I was about half way across the room. I finally bumped into someone. I reached up to the chest area and pulled my hand back quickly when I felt a hairy chest. As I continued to go around the room, it seemed like it was taking forever and I could only occasionally hear foot steps in the distance.

I found out later that Ray had bumped into Lea within about 5 minutes. He immediately knew it was her when we groped her tits and she thought it was me when she felt down below his waist and found the sticker with a single dot hiding behind his erect cock. Once she thought she had me, she softly grabbed his sac and then his hand to lead him to a mattress. They found a mattress within minutes and he was all over her. Lea loves to have her tits sucked on and played with and he was doing exactly that. This had been dream of Ray’s since he was in college. He had always preferred white women and this he felt was the best he’d ever seen. Eventually Ray worked his way down to Lea’s shaved pussy and began to lick her out. While finger fucking her with up to 3 fingers, he also stuck a finger up her tight ass, which really got her going. Ray finally could not hold off any more and moved back up her body with his mouth to her incredible tits while he slid his cock right in to the hottest babe he had ever seen. He started slow, wanting to be sure to enjoy it, but with Lea moving her hips, he quickly got into a fast pace fucking. Within a few minutes, he was shooting his black seeds into my gorgeous wife’s body. As soon as he came, he caressed her tits for a few last minutes before getting up quickly and walking away.

Lea thought that was unusual, but figured that she might as well get up too and see if she could at least feel the cocks of Ray’s and George’s. She had remembered who had how many dots on their sticker, so she knew she’d be able to tell who’s cock it was. As she was beginning to walk back around in the dark, I was beginning to think I was alone in this huge dark room, when I finally bumped into someone. The good news was that at least in brushing across this person’s arm, it felt soft and smooth like a woman’s would. So I slowly turned towards this person and reached up to feel her chest. To my disappointment, it was not my wife, but at least it wasn’t another guy again. I quickly realized it was Cindy, because she had the smallest breasts of the ladies and Rachel’s were size DD or bigger. So, as I groped Cindy’s small boobs for a few seconds, her hand made it down to my cock and she felt and found the sticker. Even though she realized it was not her husband’s cock, she seemed to linger a bit while running her hand up and down my shaft and cupping my balls. At that point we both broke away and resumed our searches for our spouses.

Within a few minutes, I bumped into another person and determined it was Rachel very quickly, based on her huge tits. She did not even seem to feel for my sticker as she was just groping my cock and balls. I tried to pull away, but she grabbed my cock and pulled me back to her. She continued to stroke my cock and reached around to grab my ass too. I figured that while I’m there, I might as well feel up those huge melons. While doing it though, I again realized how perfect my wife’s tits were and that I needed to find her quickly so we could get to a mattress. So, the next time Rachel loosened her grip, I moved away quickly into the darkness.

About that time, George managed to bump into my wife. He too, quickly knew it was Lea when he grabbed her tits. Lea was surprised that when she reached down to identify her groper that it was once again a sticker with a single dot. She was even more surprised to find a hard cock figuring this game must really get me worked up as I was already hard again. George wasted little time in grabbing Lea by the arm and heading to find one of the mattresses. Once there, they climbed onto the mattress and he immediately went for her hard nipples. After a few minutes of sucking on her breasts, George shifted his cock up to her sensuous lips for a blow job. George knew he was taking a chance, as he had a bigger than average cock. But, although Lea sensed that it felt bigger, she just figured it was due to the whole eroticism of the night. After receiving head from Lea for a few minutes, George was ready to mount his dream fuck. He did not care about her getting any pleasure as he jumped between her legs and slammed his big cock into her pussy. He pounded her hard for several minutes while mauling her perfect tits with his mouth and hands. Once he had shot his load into her tight pussy, he got up and left, just as Ray did before him.

Lea was still recovering from the hard fucking when the alarm went off, so everyone was then trying to find their way back to their pile of clothes at the opposite ends of the room. After about 5 minutes, George flipped on the light switch as each of us was just doing the final straightening of the clothes we put on in the dark. As we were walking back into the middle of the room, George and Ray were whispering to each other and then gave each other high fives. I figured it just meant that each of them had found their spouse and had some fun on the mattress.

On the way home, I was rubbing Lea’s leg and slowly working my way up her thigh. She then shocked me by saying that little game must have really had an effect on me, but after two times, especially the second one, she’d need to call it a night. At first, I was about to ask what the hell was she talking about, but then thought it would be better if I didn’t. Ray was on the road for the next week and George was putting in long hours, so it wasn’t until the next weekend that the three of us were finally together. I wasted no time in asking what happened. After just smiling and saying they had no idea what I was talking about, they finally came clean.

Ray explained that after our discussion a few months ago, when I was again rubbing it in about having won the trophy wife, that they were determined to make me eat my words about them never being able to screw someone that hot in a million years. They explained how they spent many late nights over the next few weeks trying to devise a way that could screw Lea legally, hopefully without jeopardizing our friendship. So, they came up with their plan and explained to me how they switched their stickers and even went into some details about the time they spent with Lea on that mattress. Both commented that as hard as it was to believe, it was even better than they had imagined it would be since she has such a killer tight body.

I sat there in shock as they explained the details, apologized to me and then attempted to blame me for it happening. Each of them even said they’d gladly figure out a way that I could screw their wives without anyone knowing and I just told them I’m not interested. They each told me that they hoped we could remain tight friends and that for them it was just living out a one time fantasy. It’s taken a few weeks to get back to normal since then, but I will definitely be careful if either of them should happen to suggest any games in the future. As for Lea, I never told her what really happened. I kind of feel she may suspect something went wrong and she’s even told me that as horny as I was that night, I’m a much better lover on normal nights. So, at least I feel good about that, but I don’t think I’ll be bragging about it to Ray and George any time soon.

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