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Covered With Cum

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It was Saturday night – a few days earlier in the week, Rick asked me whether I wanted to go to the Club that weekend – as it turned out, it was “schoolgirl night,” and anyone dressed as a schoolgirl (knowing the Club, I assume that didn’t only mean women), would get in admission-free – the schoolgirl and her date, whether handsome football player or not. According to the Club’s Web site, the dress code included saddle shoes, cotton panties, and bobbie sox – none of which I owned. In fact, I not only was bereft of cotton panties, I owned no underwear – some eight years ago, Rick had tossed all of my underthings – cotton briefs included – out his car window. So, on Saturday, Rick and I took a shopping trip – cotton panties and bobbie sox were relatively easy, the saddle shoes a bit more difficult. However, we managed to find a pair of tennis-shoes, black stripes up the side, that – at least in the dark – would look saddle-y enough. Size 6 and only ten bucks!

So, it was Saturday night, and I was dressed in a short plaid skirt, a lacey, almost see-through white blouse, bobbie sox (Tommy Hilfiger with a palm tree print!), the not-quite saddle shoes, and, of course, the requisite cotton panties. (Rick grimaced at those!) In addition, I put my hair – long, reddish and curly – into two ponytails – a look I never wear, and never wore even in high school (though I had been a cheerleader, I usually went for the Pat Benatar look – you know, short hair with the big pouf in front). After I dressed, I walked into our bedroom – Rick was turned away from the doorway, searching for his own appropriate outfit. I started cheering, clapping my hands in rhythm, “Rick, Rick, he’s our man, if he can’t do it, no one can! GOOOOOOOOOOOO Rick!” Rick jumped, then started to laugh, “Got right into it, did you girlie?”

We drove into the City – the New Jersey Parkway and the Turnpike were no problem, but, outside the Holland Tunnel, we drove into the worst traffic I’ve ever seen. We tussled with a few SUV’s, trying to ease our 1988 Fox Station Wagon into the appropriate lane, but ended up being squeezed into the EZPass – which we don’t possess. Rick grumbled, “Good Lord, I wonder what the ticket for that will be,” and I admit that I thought longingly of my bed, a glass of wine, and the thick Antonia Fraser tome on King Henry’s wives that currently lay on my bedside table. Once through the tunnel, though, our trials weren’t over yet – we drove around for another 40 minutes, desperate for a parking spot. Finally, we found one, and I muttered to myself, thinking of the wine, the book, the bed once again – Is this really worth it?

Well, I was about to discover the answer to that particular question.

We walked down the stairs, into the cellar-like (or should I say dungeon-like?) atmosphere of the Club. The man who staffs the door – the one who looks like a leather-clad Santa Claus – looked me up and down. “What do you think?” Rick asked. “She looks like a little schoolgirl to me,” he answered, and we were in. We walked past the usual suspects – a naked man, carrying a knapsack, masturbating in front of the first television screen – on which a woman, tied face first to a bed, was getting soundly whipped. Another man, masturbating in one of the Club’s cages – the heavy collar with which the cage was equipped was around his neck. (We’ve seen him before and, as far as I can determine, he cages himself.) We grabbed a table and sat – Rick went for two Cokes. The crowd at the Club was thin – it was early yet, despite the time consumed by our traffic fiasco. I tried to relax and recover, and Rick returned with the drinks. “Hey,” he said, “He didn’t even look at your cotton panties. Give them over.” “Oh,” I said, twirling a pigtail, “Do I have to?” “Yes.” He said, and I took them off – of course, this small action in itself attracted a crowd, and I noticed one man, at the bar, trying to peer between my legs. Rick tossed the underwear to another, younger observer, who immediately put them to his nose, took a deep whiff, and then stuck them in his backpocket. We looked around, and Rick commented on the dearth of schoolgirls. “Well,” I said, “There’s one,” pointing to another pig-tailed, plaid skirt clad woman, sitting at a neighboring table. “Come on,” Rick said, “Let’s take a walk.”

Rick led me into the backroom. There, a woman was leisurely whipping her submissive, who lay chained on one of the handy tables – the poor guy was hooded and his cock and balls were covered with clothespins, which she – again quite leisurely – gathered into one hand and pinched. That poor guy was still there when we left, some hours later, still hooded, still chained, his genitals pink and swollen. By that time, she was trading whip-strikes between him and a willing observer, his back towards her as he clung joyfully to a nearby pole.

Rick and I began to kiss, and he ran his hands up and down my thighs, then grabbed my neck, and thrust me against him. We made out there, on the threshold of the back room and the front, and – just for that – just for passionate kisses and careful fondling – we were drawing a crowd – more, in fact, then had been attracted to the tormented hooded slave. Rick raised my skirt – my bare ass was now turned towards the horde – I could feel cocks on my ass, on my thighs. Rick unbuttoned my skirt – it had more buttons than he anticipated, and I could feel crowd pause, waiting, expecting – the skirt fell to the ground, and I grabbed it quickly – during our last visit, I’d actually lost a dress I’d taken off, and it wasn’t about to happen again. Then, the lacy white blouse over my head, and I was naked before the throng. “Can you feel them?” Rick said, at the same time beating back the hands that continued to press forward, that continued to grope for my cunt, my clit, my ass, “Oh yes,” I muttered, and Rick continued to kiss me hard, his own hand inside my cunt. “You like this, do you?” he whispered into my ear, and I, somewhat ashamedly, answered, “I guess so.” I was, of course, dripping wet. I could feel some men, then, cumming on my ass – I could feel the stickiness of their semen on my skin, at the same time as one of the bouncers began to clear the doorway – apparently, we were causing a fire hazard. “All right, men, show’s over,” Rick bellowed, and he led me back to our seat.

There, I wiped myself off – the Club is considerate enough to provide strategically placed rolls of paper towels, and sat down. We had another drink, and I caught my breath. “All right,” Rick said, after a brief respite, “Now it’s time for your massage.”

Now, the masseur at the Club is not your ordinary massage therapist – though he certainly is that, too. He is an artist with his hands and his own special vibrator – I was stunned, the first time I took advantage of his services, to find that his aim was not only – or perhaps not even – to relax, but to stimulate – inevitably to the point of orgasm. On previous visits, I – who came with a vibrator, usually only in front of Rick, usually only on our bed, in our house, with no noise for distraction – had come on his table, under his expert touch, while a crowd watched, leered, and masturbated. Rick led me over to him, asked if he was willing to give me another massage. He answered, “I’m ready,” and Rick grinned, “So is she.”

I climbed onto the table and took off my saddle-y shoes and bobbie sox, by now the only sartorial bits left of my schoolgirl costume. I lay facedown and Kenneth, the masseur, began his work. He rubbed my back, my shoulder blades, worked his way, in short order, down to my ass. I could feel his hands running down my ass, back up – almost too quickly to realize the intent of his movement. Luckily, Kenneth had hooked up the ropes that surrounded his table, and served to keep the throng back – a crowd was already gathering. If I opened my eyes, I could see, in the mirrored wall, Rick watching, leaning against a pole, smiling. Kenneth’s hands worked down to my thighs, down to my feet, which he sprayed with water and some sweet-smelling spray. I groaned into the leather of the table. “Too hard?” he asked. I shook my head, barely able to speak. He worked his way back up to my thighs, then, and bent my knee towards me, so my pussy was now exposed to the horde, currently straining against the rope. His hands fluttered there, on my lips, then drew back, back up to my thigh and lower back. I heard the whirr of the vibrator and felt it against my ass, down my back, down to my ass again. I must admit – there is a certain pleasurable torment to being thus exposed, and so much at the mercy of someone’s hands. I imagined the men watching, waiting, and felt my submissive self give over, quite happily, to Kenneth’s magic hands. The vibrator was again thrumming on my ass, then Kenneth was shaking my arms. “Turn over,” he whispered, as though this torment was the most usual thing in the world.

I turned over, onto my back. Kenneth rubbed my hands, up my arms – the whir of the vibrator again – this time on my nipples. Kenneth vibrated, then pinched each one, then moved – so casually – down to my legs and thighs – then up once more to my pussy, now open and assuredly engorged for all to see. I groaned, tossed my head back and forth. Kenneth began to work my clit and my cunt, first with his vibrator, then, somewhat violently, with his hands, his fingers insisting on entrance, rubbing my clit hard, then retreating once more. I was in agony, I was tormented, and I knew I was being watched. At some point, Kenneth called Rick over, and Rick laughed as he rubbed my nipples and Kenneth continued to work my clit and my cunt, his vibrator coming so close – so close to my cumming – and then he would withdraw it again, his lovely instrument of torture.
At some point, I stopped thinking, and knew only that I wanted that lovely cum – that I had to have release, despite – or perhaps because of – the public venue, the watching, hungry men. At some point, I heard Kenneth chuckle, “And all these men – watching and waiting,” and then whisper, “Take your time, sweetheart,” and then, at some point, I came. I groaned, twisted, and panted on the table, and still there was Kenneth’s relentless vibrator, teasing and torturing my throbbing clit. After, as Kenneth began to wipe my arms with slightly damp paper towels, he turned to Rick and said, “She’s waiting for you to go down on her, you know.” In truth, I didn’t know if I could take any more clitoral stimulation, but Rick obligingly bent over and licked my clit and my cunt, much to the delight of the watching throng. I groaned again – I was spent, and could not cum, but it did not diminish my enjoyment.

After, Rick led me over to the table. I leaned heavily on him, feeling woozy and a bit weak. I was naked, and a bit chilled. Rick retrieved an extra shirt for me – one of his he’d thoughtfully brought along, and I sank, spent, into one of the chairs at our table. We sat and briefly chatted with a couple who had, when I was in the massage table, seated themselves at the other two available chairs. Rick bought another round of Cokes and, this time, surreptitiously slipped some rum into one of them. “You’ve earned this,” he said, and handed me the cup. Grateful, I took it from him and felt it slide all the way down my throat, into my stomach, perhaps down to my thirsting, tired clit. I felt the welcome burn of the rum – Rick had made it strong and sighed, content. But Rick was not yet done. “Hey,” he said, after I’d finished the drink, “Let’s take a walk.” So I followed him into the backroom, past the tormented hooded slave, past the bar. Towards the back, not quite against the wall, stood a narrow bench. Rick lifted me on it, so I was splay-legged on top of it. He began to kiss me as he pulled my shirt off and, again, the crowd began to gather. Rick leaned over me, lay me on the bench — he did not immediately beat the throng back, and I could feel a hand – so quickly, so stealthily – sneak into my cunt, then another into my ass. I groaned a little, a little afraid, and Rick whispered, “Don’t worry – your safe.” It was overwhelming – but though I was the vulnerable one, I also felt powerful – these men were waving their cocks – so hungrily – over my naked body – and they had gathered now, cocks out, and they did indeed surround me – a circle of hard cocks around the bench, over my body. I heard Rick say, “Look at these cocks, Kristin, reach around and touch them, they’re all hard for you,” and I followed his direction, my hands reaching out, following the circle – someone grabbed my hand and placed it firmly under his balls – another reached for my hand to wrap around his throbbing member. I lay back, moved my hands along the swollen throng, closed my eyes, and laughed.

Rick mounted me, then, and I could feel his cock slide inside me. “Oh, yes” I heard another voice – it wasn’t Rick, “Enjoy it, Baby – you’re safe – and this is all for you – and he’s going to cum in you so hard and fill you with so much cum . .” His words excited me further, and I tried to look around, to see who he was – in the crush and the dark, though, I couldn’t make out who was speaking – “Oh yes,” said the voice, “All these hard cocks for you – and he’s going to com – he’s going to fuck you.” There were hands on me, everywhere – hands on my nipples, hands on my arm, and cocks on my everywhere. Rick slipped inside me, pumped hard, groaning, whispering, “All this if for you, sweetheart, take a look at it.” I writhed against his hard cock, and I could feel I was soaking it and his balls. He came inside me, and I could feel cocks and semen on my belly, on my thighs – Rick was coming inside me, men were coming on my belly, on my thighs, in my hair, on my face. I laughed again, taking it in, excited, sated, content.

After, Rick pulled out. “All right, Gentleman,” he said once again, “Show’s over,” and he raised me from the bench. I laughed and leaned against his shoulder. “Did you like it?” He asked, “Oh, yeah,” I sighed, “Oh yeah, I liked it.”

We returned to the table, and Rick poured me another drink. While Rick was at the bar, someone walked by and whispered, “That was beautiful.” The young couple sharing our table – they’d only been there once before, and hadn’t participated in any scenes – looked at me and asked, “Okay, what did we miss?” I laughed, “Do you really want to know?” They did – I told them – and, for some reason, they were a lot friendlier after the recounting. . .

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Coming Out Party

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It’s eight o’clock on a warm June morning here in New York. While my exhausted wife is sleeping soundly, I’m sitting at the desk in our hotel room writing an account of last night while the lurid details are still fresh in my mind.

I fly to The City nearly every month. A couple of times each year my beautiful wife accompanies me. Let me introduce you to Stacy because this is really about her. She has a stunningly beautiful face framed with long dark brown hair. On perfectly-shaped legs she stands five eight and weighs a trim 120 pounds. She could have been as successful as any super model but instead she chose marriage, children and making an ideal home for us in the suburbs.

As we cuddled in the afterglow of making love the night we arrived, she surprised me by asking, “Bob, for years I’ve wondered if you ever think about making love to other women?”

I confessed, “Sometimes I do. How about you Stace, do you ever think about sleeping with other men?”

“Oh, not really,” was her careful response.

You should know that when Stacy crawled into our honeymoon bed nearly twenty years ago she was a virgin. But, from that first night she has been the most passionate, multi-orgasmic completely giving lover imaginable. My cock size and endurance are average. I knew that Stacy’s potential sexual appetite was not. Even though our lovemaking was always incredible, I felt certain Stacy had never climbed the sexual peaks she was capable of reaching. So, as you might expect, I had many secret dreams about her and her as yet unleashed sexuality. For some reason I decided that this was the moment to share a fantasy, one that had become an obsession. Cautiously, I said, “Honey, its not the thought of sleeping with other women that makes me hot. Do you want me to tell you what does?”

With child-like eagerness she begged, “Yes! Tell me!”

With some trepidation, I said, “Well, here goes then, I would love to watch or hear about you fucking guys with huge cocks.”

She seemed confused for a minute then laughed and said, “Oh, I get it, you’re kidding.”

“I’m absolutely serious,” I assured her.

The next morning with her sleepy head nestled on my shoulder, she whispered in her sexy voice, “Honey, I could never sleep with a man I didn’t love.”

“What on earth does love have to do with sex?” I challenged. “Look, It would make me hot as hell if you fucked other men! If it’s okay with me what’s wrong with it?”

Later, as I was tying my tie she pressed her naked breasts against my back, put her arms around me and said, “Honey, I would never risk losing you. I bet that if I ever slept with another man you’d divorce me, take the kids and hate me forever.”

“Hardly, I’d walk around with a giant hard-on from just thinking about it.” “Well then, think about it,” she teased.

“I promise I will if you promise you will.”

“I promise,” she said seriously as she kissed me goodbye.

When I returned that evening, I waited to see if she would pick our conversation up where it was left off. I didn’t wait long.

“I’ve been thinking honey, I wouldn’t know how to go about seducing some guy.” “Oh God Stacy! Does that mean you’re going to do it?”

“I don’t know if I actually can,” she said with real concern.

“If you do Stace, whether I’m there to watch or if you tell me all about it later, I can promise I’ll love you for it!”

“Really? Are you sure?” she asked seriously. “Trudy believes that men want their wives to be a ladies in public and whores in the bedroom. Is that what you want me to be?”

“Trudy’s right! I want you to be my whore honey.” For emphsais I added, “I honestly do!”

“Bob, for all the years we’ve been married, I thought I was being exactly the kind of woman you wanted me to be. Now, you tell me you want me to be just the opposite. How can I be both?”

“Think about it honey, we’re a thousand miles from home, you can do anything! Only you and I will know about it.” After a few minutes of silence I asked, “What do you feel like doing tonight?”

“Oh, you’ll probably think it’s a stupid idea . . . I’d love to do something we’ve never done before, like . . . oh, maybe see a really dirty movie.

“I think that’s great!”

She spent a long time bathing and carefully shaving her long legs and underarms. I noticed that for the first time she had carefully trimmed and shaped her pubic hair into a tiny arrowhead pointing the way to her hidden treasure. She teasingly spread her legs to show me that the lips were now as bare as a baby’s. At the dressing table she put her long glossy hair in rollers and a few minutes later brushed it out into a new wild and sexy style. Her lipstick, eye shadow, makeup and the fragrance of her perfume were noticeably heavier than ever before. Over her radiant naked body she slipped a black silk dress of mid-thigh length that she had bought that day as a surprise for me. The way the skimpy frock was cut in the front and back made it impossible for her to wear a bra but with her full firm breasts she didn’t need one. And, for the first time, no panties. New, black sky-high, “fuck-me” heels completed her attire.

“Do I look like your fantasy slut?” She wanted to know as she struck a sexy pose with her hand on her hip.

“My god Stace! You’ll give every man who sees you an instant erection.”

“I thought that was the idea,” she said.

Ten minutes later, we stepped out of a taxi at the corner of 8th Avenue and 42nd Street. Stacy was excited by this seedy, foreign world. We walked along until we came to a theater whose brightly illuminated marquee displayed “Salt & Pepper! White Chicks, Black Dudes.” “I think this is the one!” she said with enthusiasm.

On the screen inside the squalid dark theater we saw a very pretty blonde sitting on the enormous penis of a black man. Stacy gasped and squirmed in her seat when she saw the juices from the blonde glistening on the shaft of her black lover each time she lifted herself. Then, the camera pulled back and we saw that three more black men were in the room, each stroking a huge cock waiting his turn. Stacy whispered excitedly, “My God Bob, I’ve never seen anything like that! Do you think this only happens in the movies?” When I reached under her dress she parted her legs opening herself to my hand. During the next hour, Stacy’s eyes were riveted to the screen as two other pretty white women enthusiastically welcomed a parade of huge cocks, all of them black. Stacy came several times herself covering my sticky fingers with her juices.

In the lobby she breathlessly exclaimed, “That was the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen! But, I doubt that I could ever do what those women did.”

“Why not?” I wanted to know.

“I just don’t think I could honey! You know that I’ve never been with another man.” Then, she poked me in the ribs and whispered playfully, “Why honey, I don’t even know a black man and I doubt that my little pussy could take a penis as enormous as the ones in the film.”

“Sure it can! To tell you the truth, I would love it if you did everything that the women in the film did. Let me ask you flat out Stace, would you like to fuck a black man?”

“I never thought about it before but the girls in the film sure loved it.”

“God! This is really turning me on. I’d really like it if you did.”

“Then, I’ll try. But, fat chance we’ll meet one before we fly home.”

“If we do, will you?”

“Are you sure you want me too?” was her coy question

“I’m sure!” I said thinking that this was most likely playful bantering.

A shiny black Lincoln Town Car with dark tinted windows was parked in front of the theater. Leaning against it with his arms folded across his chest was a tall muscular black man with a shaved head and several thick gold chains around his neck. Before we could walk away he called out to me, “Hey man that’s sure some purty lady ya got there! Whatcha doin down here, slummin?”

At home Stacy would have ignored him and walked on by. But, she stopped, smiled and said, “We came down to see a movie.”

“Didja like the black on white baby?”

“Very much!” was Stacy’s honest reply.

“Well now, ya from outa town?”

“We’re here on business,” I explained.

“Can I give ya a lift back to yer hotel?” he asked.

“Thanks, that’d be great.” I was amazed that Stacy was actually flirting with this black pimp and wondered if this meant that she was going to keep the promise she made a few minutes before?

He held open the rear door and as Stacy climbed in she had to know that his eyes were fixed on her legs and ass as her dress rode up revealing her luscious thighs to his gaze.

As he pulled into traffic he said, “I’m Tyronne, I guess my line a work ain’t no secret. You could say I’m sorta n agent fer real purty ladies. That bother ya?”

“Not at all and we’re Bob and Stacy,” my unusually friendly wife volunteered.

“In my kinda work, ya get to know people real real good. I got me a feelin bout you folks.”

“And what’s that?” I asked him.

“Well, now let’s see, yer from outa town, come down here see a fuck film, pardon my language, a dirty movie with black dudes and white chicks. Yer lady’s dressed real real sexy. Yer lookin for some action, right?”

Stacy was holding my hand and communicating the way married couples do with hand squeezes. I knew she was very embarrassed by his comments, nevertheless, she answered him before I could. “You should know that this is the first time I’ve ever dressed like this and that was my first porno film.”

“Wow, that’s cool baby! So, what’s special bout tonight?” he wanted to know.

Again, it was this new braver Stacy who candidly explained, “Oh, we were talking last night and Bob told me a sexy fantasy he has about me. Tonight, we thought it might be kind of exciting to do something different, so here we are.”

“Whatchaa got planned fer tonight?”

“We were just going to walk back to the hotel, maybe stop for a drink,” I said.

Just a few blocks from the hotel he turned onto a dark, nearly deserted side street and backed into a parking place. As he turned around to face us he folded his big arms on the back of the driver’s seat. Stacy had to know that he had a great view up her legs all the way to where they stopped. Tyronne looked into her big blue eyes and said, “Darlin, it wasn’t no accident I was there on the street when ya came outta the theatere. I’d been waitin for ya. See, down here, everyone keeps their eyes open fer special ladies. They know if they find me a purty lady they can make money. Well, a dude from the theater called me on my cell phone and said, “better get here fast, there’s a drop-dead gorgeous white chick,” that’s exactly what he said, “gettin hot n bothered watchin all the big black cocks.” When ya walked outa the theater gliding towards me like a model on a runway, I thought I musta died an gone to heaven. Baby, yer the mos beautiful thing I ever seen. Ya got class and yer soo sooo sexy.”

“So Bob, let me guess yer big fantasy bout Stacy, Okay?” He paused for a moment then said, “I bet ya wanna see purty Stacy’s here get balled by a big black buck.” In the dim interior of the big car, I could tell that Stacy’s face was flushed as this black pimp guessed my secret wish for her. She squeezed my hand even tighter. “Lottsa guys get off watchin their wives get fucked, fucked hard.” Turning to Stacy he asked, “Well sweet thing, whadda think bout Bob’s fantasy?”

I saw that her nipples were nearly poking through the black material. Her voice was barely audible as she softly said, “I’m not sure. But that’s not all, before we left the hotel, he told me he wanted me to be a” . . . she looked over at me and asked, “should I tell him?”

“Might as well, we’ve gone this far,” I said with resignation.

Tyronne interrupted and said, “let me guess again. I bet Bob wants ya to be a whore for a night. Right? That’s why yer dressed like that, that’s why yer sitting here in my car lettin me talk like this. Stacy, when I saw ya I just knew ya was ripe for the pickin.”

“What do you mean by that?” she asked him.

“Honey, it means you is ready for some major fuck . . ., sorry some hot action. And, I’m just the man to fix ya up. Bob, I feel like a fuckin chauffeur sittin up here by myself, do ya mind if I sit back there with you guys?” Tyronne asked.

“It’s your car, I don’t mind if Stacy doesn’t.”

“Oh God, I guess It’s okay,” she said.

“Better yet Bob, might be kinda crowded, what say we trade places? Take it anyway ya wanna.”

Without saying a word, I just got out of the car. I couldn’t look Stacy in the eye. In a flash, he was in the back seat with her. Now I was the one looking over the front seat at the couple in the back. Tyronne pressed tight against my wife’s hip and confidently dropped his arm around her shoulders. I heard her gasp for breath as his other hand tilted her chin up. He gazed into her eyes and slowly lowered his thick lips to hers which were invitingly moist and parted. “Ummm” . . . she caught her breath as the long wet kiss began. In no time, she was wriggling on the seat. Her arms went around his neck.

It looked as if my fantasy was unfolding before my eyes. He gently rubbed her very sensitive full breasts. At first, his fingers and palms were separated from her flesh only by the thin cloth. Then, he lowered the little straps baring her breasts as he touched her hot skin. He spent several minutes rubbing, rolling and tweaking the stiffening nipples, before he leaned over and suckled them like a nursing baby as she caressed his head like a Madonna.

“Let me ask ya summthin honey,” he said to Stacy, “ya every fuck a black man.?”

“No, I never have,” she answered breathlessly then explained, “Tyronne, before this goes any further, you’ve got to understand . . .I’ve never been to bed with anybody but Bob.”

“Whoa baby, you’ve just gotta be shittin me!”

“I swear its the God’s truth.”

“Well then sweet thing, don’t ya think its about time ya did. Stacy, what say we make Bob’s dream come true?”

She turned to me and obviously very nervous asked, “What do you think Bob?”

“The idea excites the hell of me! But, hon it’s one hundred percent up to you.” To keep things moving Tyronne asked, “Well Stacy, are yer toenails the same hot red ya got on your purty fingers?”

“Yes, Tyronne, my toenails are painted the same shade as my fingernails.”

“Let me see honey,” he requested.

She scooted back, leaned into the corner, slipped off her left shoe and placed her bare foot on the seat. With her right foot still on the floor her legs were spread wantonly and her most private place was now completely exposed to the eyes of a stranger. He took her narrow elegant foot in his big black hands, rubbed it kissed it, licked her sole, instep and on to her pretty toes leaving a trail of his saliva. Then, he took them in his mouth and sucked them. “Tastes like sugar baby,” he said licking his lips.

Stacy sighed and twisted in her seat. With her dress now above her pussy as he gazed up her leg past her calf, knees and thighs to the juncture of her legs he could easily see the hairless dew covered lips and the pink wet flesh surrounding her opening. He looked at her pussy and said, “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, can I touch it?” She closed her eyes, submissively looked away and scooted down making her more accessible. I found it hard to breathe, my heart was pounding as she spread her legs even further for his black hand, like she had for mine in the theater. His middle finger parted her wet, hairless lips and softly rubbed the sensitive tissue. “Oh sweet baby, yer really wet. Bob, that’s bout the wettest pussy I ever touched.” She was breathing raggedly as she welcomed his long thick finger into her moist vagina.

As it went in past the knuckle, she sighed and, moaned, “ahh . . . aah . . . oh, Oh God!” as she reached a powerful climax. He added a second finger and continued pounding in and out of her clasping cunt. She seemed a little embarrassed but thrilled when he withdrew his wet fingers and sucked them into his mouth. “My little darlin you taste just as sweet as I knew ya would.”

The copious secretions from her body covered her vagina and pillowy ass cheeks.

Then, knowing what was coming next with concern she said, “Tyronne, after the movie, I told Bob, oh, this is so embarrassing, anyway I told him that my . . . that I didn’t think I could take a penis inside me as big as those I saw in the movie . . . are you . . .?”

“Oh you sweet thing, even though yer real tight, yer so hot n wet I promise ya won hav no trouble, no trouble at all. You hung Bob?” he asked me.

“About average.”

“Well then, that’ll make it real special for her. She’ll love every extra inch.” When he pulled down his pants and his big black cock sprung loose, he seemed to be bigger than any of the men we saw in the movie. Probably nine inches and very thick. “Ya can touch it honey,” he invited. Tentatively, her hands left his neck and went to his throbbing cock. She began to caress, the penis of this man who would be her second lover. He moaned as she leaned over, opened her mouth wide and took the first cock, other than mine of course, into her moist mouth. After a while, I sensed by his movements and the sounds he emitted that he was about to cum and she decided that she didn’t want him to cum in her warm, wet mouth, but in her steamy pussy. “Better take off that little dress honey. I got me a feelin this could get messy.”

She stripped it off, handed it to me and kicked off her other shoe. Naked and obviously ready, she rolled on her back parted her legs and bending her knees formed an inviting cradle of hot flesh for him. He positioned his huge dripping cock-head between the lips of her soaking vagina and said, “you put it in baby.” She grasped the throbbing shaft and aimed it at her wet opening, then he slowly pushed forward.

“Oh, wait, you’re too big! Oh shit! Oh . . . oh! . . .aaah, it’s going in . . . Oh!” “Be easy,” she begged him, which I remembered were the very same words she said to me that first time on our honeymoon. She was gasping for breath, moaning, groaning and sighing as he penetrated deeper. She reached for my hand squeezed it tightly digging her nails into my palm. “Is it all in?” she asked Tyronne.

“Almost baby, hang in there.”

“Oh, it hurts! I don’t think I can take anymore, no, no . . . oh, yes I can . . . more, aah, aah.” This is it! I thought as she lifted her ass off the seat and thrust upward to meet him until their pubic hair joined and their pelvic bones were separated only by two thin layers of skin smashed together. His cock was being gripped by her moist, tissue-covered cunt muscles that had experience gripping only one size and shape of cock, mine.

Stacy looked at me with lust in her eyes and asked, “aaah, is is this what, oh . . . is this what you dreamed of seeing? Do you like . . . Oh God! . . . do you like watching this big black, oh, oh . .. . big cock fuck me?”

I just nodded, I couldn’t speak.

Finally after several minutes of masterfully altering his pace; first hard, fast power fucking, then slow and tender lovemaking. After what seemed like a long time during which Stacy seemed to be experiencing a constant climax, Tyronne eventually broke a long kiss, stiffened, shuddered and let out a loud “oooohhh, fuck baby, I’m gonna shoot it in ya here it comes”! With that annoucement he emptied his load of semen deep in her swampy vagina. They lay still for several minutes. He said, “I been inside lotsa women but honey no cunt ever sucked my cream outa me like yours just did. Yer just the hottest thing I ever fucked.” Then, he handed her some tissues and said, “better clean up honey.”

When his softening cock was withdrawn, Stacy starred wantonly at me kept her legs spread wide to let me get a lewd look at her gapping cunt oozing his semen that was pooling on the black leather seat. After she cleaned up she slipped on her dress and stepped into her shoes. Because her newly unleashed passion was very obviously not yet fully quenched she said, “Tyronne, come back to the hotel with us and we’ll have a great party, okay?”

“Can’t darlin, its time fer me to go to work. Seems like yer hot for more black cock, huh? She smiled like a coquette and said, “That was great, but Bob knows I’ve always been ready for more.”

Tyronne turned to me and asked, “Ya serious Bob, ya want Stacy here to be a whore?” He didn’t wait for me to answer but he moved his sales pitch into high grear. “Sweet thing, I got me a special place in Harlem that the bros come to for white pussy.” He turned to me and said, “man, the bros just go crazy for white pussy. They’d jus die for hers!” Then turning back to Stacy he said, “Believe me baby, ya haven’t lived till somebody wants yer pussy so bad he’ll pay ya good money for it.”

“Do you want me to go with him?” she asked as she gazed at me longingly.

“I think you know what I want Stace, it’s up to you. What do you want to do?” I asked.

Stacy seemed to have made up her mind as she asked, “What about Bob?”

“Well honey, the bros love white pussy, they don’t much like white husbands.”

“Will you wait for me at the hotel honey?”

With that, he said, “Bob will ya hand me my cell phone,” then he called a woman named Iris and told her to “work the street” because he had, “a fresh, sweet married thing named Stacy” for the house. Then he asked Iris, “what’s the schedule fer tonight? . . . uh huh . . . put out the word bout Stacy, okay? later baby.” He turned to Stacy, flashed her a big smile and asked, “Are ya ready for your big night darlin?”

I could tell she was even more aroused as she said, “I guess that depends on what you have planned for my big night?”

“We had five or six tricks for Iris but she gonna put the word out. Ya got appointments bout every half hour. Last ones two thirty. The first bro will be there bout 10:30. Scuz me, but I shoulda ask ya before, ya on the pill or anything cause the brothers don’t shoot no blanks and won’t wear rubbas?”

“I can’t get pregnant anymore,” she revealed without explaining that she’d had her tubes tied after Amy was born.

They joined me in the front seat and he drove straight to the hotel. At its entrance Stacy said, “Wish me luck!” I was shaking as the big black car pulled away. My beautiful wife of twenty years, the mother of my children was on her way to a whorehouse in Harlem with a black pimp who had just fucked her while I watched.

It was after three in the morning when I heard the sounds of footsteps even before her soft knock. Silouhetted in the doorway was my beautiful Stacy. Her hair, make-up and lipstick were perfect, but as she walked towards me there was a dreamy, freshly-fucked look about her that I found incredibly exciting. After she undressed, I noticed that her breasts were blotchy and swollen, the nipples hard and puckered.

My cock seemed to go to a part of her wet slick vagina that felt different.

“Can you feel it? Sorry, some of it leaked out.” And, then she seemed to lose control, “Oh baby, stick that big white cock in my pink, hot pussy! . . . My pussy’s sooo sensitive I can actually feel the ridges and veins on your hard prick. Oh God, you’re making me come!” She started shaking and gasping for air and climaxed more intensely and for longer than ever before. For the first time in my life, my cock stayed hard after I came. When she realized that I wasn’t going soft, she smiled and said “oh, does all this turn you on baby? Do you get all excited thinking about what I’ve been doing? Just relax and I’ll tell you everything that I can remember.” Then, she added, “are you sure you can take it?”

When I said “I hope so,” she took a deep breath and said, “okay, ready or not, here goes.”

Last night at the film I was really turned on. Well you should know, you felt how wet I was and you made me come a zillion times with your fingers. I really got excited when you told me that you “would love for me to be like the women in the film” because that was exactly what I had been thinking.

I can’t tell you how nervous I was when he got in the back with me. When he began to kiss me I swear to God honey my toes curled as he pressed his thick lips to mine and searched the inside of my mouth with his wet tongue. The feelings in my mouth shot instantly to my pussy and I felt myself getting wet. You probably saw that I came like crazy all over his fingers and, can you believe, I actually came a few minutes earlier when he sucked my nipples. When his cock entered me I thought I would split in two but I got used to it and it felt wonderful. You know how I am, after he climaxed I wasn’t finished and wanted more. When he invited me to go with him I gushed juice just thinking about it.

After we dropped you off, he drove to harlem. We entered a crummy apartment that seemed to be sort of a large, one room loft. To say that what happened to me during the next five hours was a blur would be untrue because certain moments are crystal clear in my mind. Jerome was fat and older than my dad. He didn’t fuck me but he licked and then stuck his long tongue inside my vagina. He licked my taint and then my asshole. I loved it! I came all over his old wrinkled black face.

Reggie was just a kid! A thin teenage black gang boy with a cock bigger than Tyronne’s My God! It really hurt as he stretched my vagina. However, with each thrust I accomodated more and more of this boy’s giant penis until the pain was replaced by indescribable pleasure.

Smokey could have been a center for an NBA team. He sported the longest thickest, blackest penis imaginable, far bigger than Tyronne’s or even Reggie’s monster. It must have been a foot long and as big around as my wrist. Nevertheless, I was determined to take it all and I did. It didn’t take very long for my white cunt to milk a huge load from Smokey’s swollen black balls.

The next three guys really weren’t memorable, I can’t even remember their names. However, none of them had any trouble getting me off. Oh! Listen to me . . . I never talked like that before in my life.

TJ fucked me in the ass. “Honey, you remember when we tried anal sex, I just couldn’t do it. I was sure that there was no way that big black cock could get in my tight bottom without ripping me apart. But, I was wrong! After a few minutes, he shuddered and filled my virgin hole with a shower of his hot cream and I soaked the sheets again as I came too.

“Trev wanted me to take him around the world! I kissed his asshole, licked it, stick my tongue in it and fucked it. Then I took his black cock in my mouth and sucked it until he came. When he came, I came too as I swallowed every creamy drop.

A young kid who must have been a member of Reggie’s gang, because he wore the same “colors” was so eager that he didn’t last more than a minute.

Spencer and William were handsome black men who could have been brothers. “Do ya recognize em baby?” Tyronne asked me. “They’re the porn stars ya saw in the movie.”

He was right honey. They were the same men that were in the second part of the film. You remember, they were the men who fucked the brunette in her pussy and asshole at the same time. Well that’s what they did to me. Spencer laid on his back, I mounted him and William slipped in my rectum. They called it an “oreo cookie,” black white and black. Tyronne stayed to watch and got so hot that he stood at the side of the bed and ask me to suck him. Incredibly all three men came at the same time. Spencer in my vagina, William in my ass and Tyronne in my mouth.

When I came out of the bathroom after cleaning up the last time, Tyronne handed me several folded bills. I learned a lot about myself last night honey. You were right. Love doesn’t have anything to do with terrific sex. I now know that my vagina, with patience and determination, can stretch to a surprising size and then tightly mold itself around a cock of any size. I didn’t think I could come from anal intercourse, I guess I didn’t understand my own anatomy. You know that I never let you come in my mouth. I thought it would be ikky. I swallowed every drop and from now on, I’ll swallow yours.

In front of the hotel Tyronne asked me, “Baby, ya gonna be here tomorrow night?”

“We’re not leaving until Saturday,” I answered.

“Stacy, I got me a stag tomorrow. Another purty, white married thing’s all set to be the entertainment but she can do next month’s. There’ll be maybe forty guys, maybe more when they hear bout you. How bout it, wanna be the entertainment for tomorrow’s stag?”

“How many other women will be there?” I asked.

“Just ya baby, just ya.”

Bob, I’m afraid I soaked his seat again. I guess I must be a nympho.

“Well Stacy are you going to be the entertainment at the stag?”

“Do you really want me to?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

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Cum In Me

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“Cum in me” Kim’s moan extended, “yes baby, cum in me.”

The little horny blonde, stretched her arse that little bit more. Allowing me greater access to her sweet hot fucking pussy. How I had longed to get my cock in her cunt. To spread her pussy lips, and push my entire length into her steamy little box.

Rose, ever loving and patient Rose, was slowly inserting a finger in my arse.

Kim let out another moan “My pussy is well fucked, and was made for fucking. I’d love to feel two cocks, oh ahh, yeah babe, get that cock right in there.”

Lifting her little pale Singlet, I was able to rub her tits, those nipples were so hard.

“Twist my nipples, harder.”

Michelle was sitting back now, letting Kim slowly finger fuck her.

Ronnie had disappeared into the back both with Alison and a few others, that all looked like fun.

My cock was rubbing on the material of Kim’s little undies, fuck I was really loving this root. Those undies, how had they survived? They were soaked in so many different juices.

My cum flowed, oooohhhhhhhh yeah, it really released good.

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Kim’s partner, Ronnie had arranged a party for her birthday. We all met in a large hotel in town. Throughout the drinks, several of the girls kept calling for the birthday girl to strip, that Kim should get down and dirty. The lads all wanted her up on the pool table, giving us a good show.

Eventually Ronnie lifted Kim’s dress enough times that we all knew what her knickers were like. Michelle had even gone so far as to pour a Sambuca over one of Kim’s tits and suck it off. That was so hot.

Dave liked that idea, he got young Alison into one of the booths, poured a beer down her blouse and then proceeded to follow it with his tongue. It was not long till her top was long gone, and her skirt was trying to disappear as well.

Somewhere around this time, the Landlord, old Tom, came through and made some changes to the party arrangements… Suddenly the people in the room who were not part of our group were being shuffled out to the other bars, and this snooker room was closed off as a private function… Oh they do spoil Kim and Michelle. They are such flirts and both love to groove.

Now young Bruce has never been known for his shyness, but then I would never have expected the following. Up onto the back bar he jumped, and to the egging on of the barmaid and several others he started stripping to “Little Red Corvette” by Prince. Fuck, Bruce really had a bloody big Corvette in his pants. I was shocked, and not even erect, and he covered my 6 ½ inches… Danielle, our spunky bar maid had a great view, she was standing in a little 4 by 5 bar in the corner, with the back of Bruce’s knees right in her face. Every time that Bruce would shimmy or bend, his arse was right in her face. Danny took great advantage of this. Reaching out and kissing his arse, pinching his legs, even grabbing his cock every now and then. We were all in hysterics over the antics of Bruce’s strip. As the song closed Bruce did a big show of it all, ending with a big bow, with his butt facing us. Then he jumped down into the bar well with Danny. They both smiled, the dropped out of sight. This was getting all very interesting.

With Bruce’s strip show over, we turned on Kim, yelling and hooting for her to mount the pool table and let the Birthday festivities roll on. She looked so hot, standing over there, half dancing but mainly grinding herself between Ronnie and Michelle. With there help Kim got up on the table. It was not long before her dress was up around her waste. The music raged, and Kim went wild. Slowly dropping the straps of her dress, letting her little singlet out to play. So light, so pale, so sheer, so fucking hot. Michelle and Ronnie both started to climb up on the table. The dress went flying, a tit appeared, a hand started to pull her knickers aside. That cute little butt! Then Ronnie started to slap Kim’s butt. Harder, and harder, and harder! Those cheeks were so red. She could not stand, slipping first to her knees, then face down on the table. Ronnie all but fell off the table all together. Luckily two of the guys, like a few of us, were right on the edge of the table watching it all so closely.

Michelle sat down, lifted her skirt, revealing her bare shaven pussy, stockings and thigh high boots. Kim was drawn to her pussy, like a bear to the honey pot. She started to pull and move Michelle’s pussy lips. Then she just buried her face straight in, licking, sucking and having a great ol’ time.

One of the blokes on the other side of the table positioned himself in between Kim’s thighs, and thrust his cock into her soaking pussy. Ronnie started to laugh and encouraging the bloke on. Ronnie then leant over and continued to smack Kim’s arse. Michelle just smiled and giggled at the whole show.

Now you must know that Michelle is known to have the sweetest of pussies, a real delight to munch on, and our Kim was really going to town. At this point I snapped out of a trance like stated, my pants were being invaded by hands from behind, looking around I came face to face with Rose. Oh sweet loveable Rose. Rose took hold of my hard cock, it was so good to have her small and delicate hands playing with me, oh bring it on Baby.

“Having fun watching the show?”

All I could do was growl from the depths of my lungs.

Rose may be less than half of my weight, but she could throw me when required. As much as I tried to back us away from the table, Rose held us in place.

“Watch, enjoy, your in the line.”

Line? Yet looking around I could see it all now. We were in a strange sexual conga.

Michelle was sitting there on the pool table. Kim with her face buried so happily in Michelle’s pussy. The bloke, I think his name is Tim, giving Michelle a full service with his hard cock. Next to Tim was Ol’ Tom, with his cock out and slowly rubbing his hand up and down the shaft. Ann and Denise were next in the queue. Although the way they were kissing, I think they forgot where they were. Then there was Rosy and I, oh her hands felt so good, invigorating. My blood was running so hot and fast. Behind us were three others, but for the life of me, I have no idea what they were up so. To cap our little conga off was Ronnie, still leaning across the table and smacking Kim’s sweet arse.

Over the next hour we worked our little conga down. Oh the show that went on. Ol’ Tom sure is a horny old coot. He came so fucking hard, and then the girls had such fun licking and sucking it all out. I was so lucky that Rose had taken my cock in hand, left to my own devices I would have blown my load well and truly by now.

And that is how I finally got to blow my load so deep into Kim’s sweet pussy.

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Anal Sex At The Football Game

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I have wanted to tell this story for a long time now. And with football season about to start again, I just have to get it out. It was last year in November during an Oakland Raiders game. I was sitting drinking a beer when this drop dead gorgeous blonde walked down my aisle. I tried to make eye contact and she gave me the ol’ “not if you were the last man on Earth” look down her nose.

Well that made me want her even more and so I stared at her perfectly round ass that swayed in a short dress with each step. As she turned I saw her huge boobs were barely contained by the low dress and I wondered what in the world was she doing here? I got all my buddies to check her out and agree she would be one hell of a hot fuck.

The next thing you know, she is standing at the front rail leaning forward, giving us all a good look at the shape of her ass and the thong splitting her nice round cheeks. She was leaning forward to show off those big boobs! And half the stadium was watching them instead of the game, including my friends and me.

I got a brainstorm (in the head between my legs) and said “let’s go down there” to my buddies. She was much too caught up in the attention to notice us surrounding her. In fact she hardly noticed me grinding my hard cock up against her ass at first. When she did notice she also noticed the crowd of guys pinning her in and also that everyone in the stadium would see if she made a scene. So, she whispered “bastard” at me while smiling down at the crowd and leaning forward to make her boobs jut out even more.

Knowing that I had the advantage, I edged her dress up until my hands could roam her soft white ass cheeks. She pushed back with her ass (like that was going to scare me off) and I replied by pulling my stiff cock out of my pants and pressing it between her ass cheeks. Her eyes went wide at that but just then a TV camera focused its attention on her and she again became all smiles for the crowd. This was way too much to pass up and I pulled her thong aside so my cock to probe at the opening to her pussy.

I was so surprised to be greeted by a sticky wet sensation. She was wet! All this crowd attention was turning her on! One quick thrust and I had half my cock in her pussy. “Oh you fucking bastard” was all she had to say as I started to fuck my cock in and out of her hot pussy. I could just imagine her lips were strawberry pink and dripping woman cum as I sank the last of my 8 inches into her. She groaned and leaned forward some more, her ass lifting as she did so, giving me even more angle to fuck her in front of 80,000 people. The crowd was cheering now as though they knew she was about to cream all over my cock when I realized one of her beautiful boobs was about to pop loose. I rotated back and forth in her, both trying to make her boobs break free and trying to get her off so she wouldn’t be able to stop them.

But she was even hotter than I thought she was and with a really nasty groan she came, juices dripping down both our thighs. A “squirter” I thought as she tried to suck the cum right out of my balls with her pulsing pussy. I looked down to admire it and was greeted by her brown ass hole looking back at me. It didn’t look all stretched out but I had a feeling that she had been ass fucked more than once and would enjoy getting it again.

I pulled my cock out of her still throbbing pussy, lined it up with that brown winking eye, and thrust right into her unto my balls slapped against her sticky, juice covered pussy lips. Now she let out a guttural groan and at the same time both boobs burst out of her dress. The crowd’s cheers drowned out the sounds of her groans as I plowed her ass with wild abandon. It didn’t take long and I could feel my cock head swelling up and ready to explode! Her ass was so tight; maybe she hadn’t ever had a cock in there after all. Then just as I shoved my cock all the way in and ground it in even deeper, I let loose with the biggest load of cum I’ve ever had. It shot all the way up her bowels filling her ass with my hot sticky semen. And she responded to that with an orgasm that made all other orgasms pale in comparison. She shuddered and moaned for a good 2 minutes, sucking every last drop of cum out of my cock with that beautiful ass.

As she finished the last spasms of her orgasm I pulled my cock out with a loud plop. Definitely an anal virgin no more! We all slowly walked away while she stuffed her gorgeous boobs back into her dress and backed away from the rail and all her admirers. Fortunately all the TV camera could see was a sexy blonde woman showing off her boobs and pretending to have an orgasm for the crowd. While some stranger stood close behind her with a look of obvious enjoyment on his face.

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Reluctant Wife

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I met Peter when I was at university and we started dating. Peter was studying for his doctorate and was six years older than me. Our relationship developed and I spent my final year sharing a tiny flat with him and a friend of his.

Although I was not a virgin when we started dating I was not very sexually experienced. The early years of our relationship were wonderful and Peter took me under his wing and gave me lots of new experiences. Three years after we left uni Peter proposed to me and we married the following year. Life was good and I developed as a woman, opening myself up to the experiences Peter gave me.

He was much more worldly wise than me and had much more involvement with the opposite sex. He taught me about oral sex and encouraged me to masturbate in front of him and in turn he masturbated for me often ejaculating over my body. Peter introduced fantasies into our lovemaking and we would fantasise about having sex while someone else was watching us. We went on holiday to a naturist camp and he loved seeing me naked in public. As time went on he tried introducing me to anal sex. I was not keen on this at first and found it rather uncomfortable but he was very keen so I persevered and got used to it. Over time I actually grew to enjoy it.

I was twenty nine by the time Peter started to suggest that we put some of our fantasies into practise by gong to a swingers club. I say ‘our’ fantasies but in reality they were his fantasies . For some time I would not agree to it but over time through his persistence and my desire to please him I started to weaken and the fantasies started to focus on us visiting a swingers club where we would have sex in room watched by other men and women. Peter would drop constant hints and found a club in Manchester which he said would be perfect for us to try out the fantasy as part of a weekend away.

Eventually and with great trepidation I agreed to visit the club with him. We arranged a weekend in Manchester and booked a hotel not far from the club. I had agreed to the visit with no obligations on me, just to see how things developed. We arrived in Manchester on the Saturday morning and had a nice lunch but all the while I was growing more and more nervous about the visit to the club. In the evening as we got ready to go I was a bag of nerves so Peter opened a bottle of wine which in my nervous state I drank far too much of. By the time we were ready to leave I had finished most of the wine and was getting quite tipsy.

A couple of streets from the club we stopped at a bar for a drink to steady my nerves. As we left the bar I was leaning on Peter for support and beginning to slur my words. Peter paid for our entrance into the club and before I knew it we were inside. It seemed very nice and more normal than in my fevered imaginings. We walked through the ground floor and found a large bar and lounge area where a mixed crowd of a variety of ages were drinking and chatting. We decided to have another drink and I started to relax partly because it all seemed so normal but if I am honest, largely because of all the wine I had drunk. I was dressed in a short black dress and Peter in a pair of trousers and a short sleeved shirt. Everyone else seemed to be similarly dressed which all added to the sense of normality.

After a couple of drinks Peter suggested that we go and explore to which I agreed. We left the bar and headed down to the basement. There was a locker area here with a sauna and a steam room. There were also a series of rooms, some open with no doors and some smaller ones which had doors. Apart from a couple of the small rooms which had their doors closed there were not many people down here and nobody seemed to be engaged in any sexual activity.

Peter suggested that we try the sauna to which I agreed. Peter helped me out of my clothes and I wrapped a towel around myself. We entered the sauna where half a dozen people were sat around. Everyone was naked, sitting on their towels so as I sat down I dropped my towel on to the bench enjoying the feeling of being naked in that hot environment and enjoying the eyes that I felt exploring my body.

As we sat and chatted quietly, I looked around the room at the other people. There were an older couple probably in their fifties, the woman had large sagging breasts and a rather bushy mat of pubic hair. Her husband had a bit of a belly on him and a bloated looking penis. There was another couple who I would say were both in their late thirties. The woman was slim and attractive with dark brown shoulder length hair and medium sized breasts. Peter certainly seemed to like the look of her! The last two people were both men, one in his forties I would say and one in his early thirties. The older of the two men was quite attractive in a mature sort of way. Whilst he was not skinny he certainly was not overweight and he looked as though he took care of himself. I glanced down at his crotch when nobody was looking and saw that he had a very substantial penis even in its flaccid state. The younger of the two men was slim, ordinary looking with an average sized penis. I was surprised to see that his pubic hair was fully shaved.

After a few minutes the younger of the two couples got up and left shortly followed by the older of the two single guys. We stayed for a few minutes longer and then decided to try the steam room. Having left the sauna we both stood under a cold shower for a moment. Even the cold water did not do much to revive me in my drunken state.

Next we stepped into the steam room. The lighting in the room was subdued and I couldn’t see much through the steam. The heat hit me like a wall and I felt very woozy. Peter guided me to a bench to one side and we sat down. I was dimly aware of there being other people in the room with us but I could not make out anything beyond slightly darker shapes dotted around the room. Peter had his arm around my waist and was talking to me. I was not really sure what he was saying. He was leaning in close to me and started to kiss my neck. He reached around me and cupped my breast which he started to knead. Ordinarily I would have been far too shy to so anything like that in public but the dim, steamy room combined with copious amounts of wine meant I was too far gone to really care. Peter kissed me deeply, his tongue snaking into my mouth. He murmured into my ear that he wanted to leave the steam room so he took my hand and unsteadily I followed my husband out into the shower area.

We showered and Peter towelled me dry. Then he led me along the corridor to one of the empty rooms. There were mats all over the floor like the ones you get in gymnasiums and there was a raised bed like area covered with the same sort of matting. Peter gently led me over to the raised bed and sat me down on it. He kissed me again and nudged my legs apart so he could slide his hand between my thighs and touch me. I lay back on the bed, partly in submission to him and partly from the effects of the wine.

Peter went down on me and I closed my eyes as his tongue found my clitoris. Waves of pleasure coursed over me as he licked me. When he stopped I opened my eyes to find that the older of the single men had entered the room and was standing watching us. Peter smiled at him and climbed between my legs his cock fully erect. I was totally submissive, knowing that Peter was fulfilling his fantasy and just giving in to the situation I found myself in.

Peter entered me easily and started to shaft me in the missionary position. Each time I opened my eyes I found the stranger staring intently and masturbating his now stiff cock. Fully erect it really was very large. At one stage Peter got off of me but I didn’t have the energy to open my eyes to find out why. When he got back on top of me I realised with a shock that it was not Peter. The stranger was kneeling between my legs and Peter was now watching.

My husband nodded encouragement to me so I lay there, drunk and compliant as the stranger mounted me with my husband watching. I felt really stretched and filled by the big stranger who quickly started to ride me. The sensation of being screwed by such a large cock was extraordinary and all the more so by my husband standing nearby watching the act.

After a few minutes the stranger came with a loud grunt and finally withdrew making a loud slurping sound in my pussy. Peter helped me on to my feet and then I realised that he wanted me to kneel down. He obviously was not finished with me! As I got down on all fours I became aware that there was now a group of around seven people watching. I was way too far gone to care now and waited for Peter to finish himself off into me.

I was mistaken. The man from the younger of the two couples in the sauna knelt between my knees and guided his penis into my vagina. He proceeded to bang me hard and fast, making loud slapping noises between our bodies with each thrust. His wife was one of the people watching us and I found it an odd combination of sexual excitement and humiliation to look into her eyes whilst her husband’s penis was pounding in and out of me.

The next hour was a blur with a succession of men mounting me and screwing me in a variety of positions. All the while Peter was watching and masturbating and encouraging the men.

Eventually Peter helped me up and into the changing area where we dressed and made our way back to the hotel. I was quite a mess as we walked through the streets and got some strange looks from passersby. When I undressed in our hotel room I was horrified to find that my knickers were slick with semen and there was semen dribbling from my sore red vagina. I thought that all of the men had been wearing condoms but it seemed that at least one of them had not.

Peter smirked when I got upset and just said, ‘you were loving it weren’t you?’. I wanted a bath but Peter said before I did he needed to ‘finish off’ into me as he had not come yet. Once again I submitted to his wishes and laid back on the bed. I was shocked when he started licking around my vagina which was still oozing another man’s cum but he seemed to get really turned on by it. Once he had finished going down on me he quickly mounted me and banged me hard until he came inside me.

This was the beginning of a new phase of our marriage in which Peter started to use and exploit me more and more but that is another story …

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