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Black Dance Floor

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Saturday night at last! She’d been counting the days all week. It wasn’t that often they got out anymore, finances being tight but they’d promised themselves a night on the town with friends and it was finally here.

She’d been rummaging through her wardrobe to find some suitable clothes. A few bars first but maybe a club afterwards? She’d need some flashy gear to suite all possibilities. A dress, yes a dress . She hadn’t had an excuse to wear one for a while. Jeans and tops were her norm. A soft blue summer number seemed appealing. Lifting it off the hook she let her dressing gown slip to the floor. Slipping it on she was delighted to see it still fitted okay. Could she get away without wearing a bra? Fuck yes she thought to herself as she cheekily cupped her breasts.

She was still admiring herself in the mirror when her boyfriend shouted upstairs that the taxi was here. Bloody hell, it’s early she thought. Finding a small blue g-string she slipped it on. Then her favorite black, strapped shoes and she was done.

“You got some money James?” she yelled out as she went downstairs.

“Yeah, now hurry up Sarah! ” came the reply.

One last glimpse of herself in the mirror as she walked out the bedroom. She comically threw her head back and lifted her leg backwards like the old time actresses did in the movies and blew herself a kiss. She felt sexy tonight!

They got into the back of the cab together. The Indian cab driver eyeing her up as she slid over. She noticed his stares and grinned to herself. She secretly got off on lurid glances from other guys. As they traveled to the pub where they were to meet their friends, her boyfriend continuously ran his hand up and down her thigh. Nibbling her neck and whispering in her ear.

“You look so sexy tonight honey. I don’t know why we had to come out, we should have stayed home and fucked all night!”

“Easy tiger … later!” she purred back whilst teasingly stroking the bulge in his trousers.

All this did not go unnoticed by the cabbie. He had a wicked view of her g-string every time her man’s hand ran up her leg. His own cock was hard and he had his hand in his pocket rubbing himself off as he’d done countless times before when he had attractive ladies in his cab. He knew what he was going to fantasize about later when he jacked off.

They arrived at the bar and joined their friends inside. Another two couples – old friends who it was good to see again. Lots of idle chit-chat. Catching up on gossip and plenty of drinks. The evening was going well and as usual the girls and guys got together in same sex groups. The girls fancied a club for some music and dancing and the guys agreed as it was an excuse for more drinks!

A short cab ride to the city and an expensive entry fee and they were all in. The girls hit the floor and the guys settled by the bar. Everyone checking out the talent walking by. Men drooling over the scantily clad chics and the girls admiring sexy asses and smooth dancers.

Sarah left her girlfriends on the dance floor and went to the bar to order a bottle of water.

“I’ll get that for you gorgeous” came a strange voice.

She looked around to see a tall black guy grinning at her.

“I’ve been watching you out on the floor, you can really move” he continued his attempted seduction.

“No your okay, my boyfriend’s paying” she quickly replied and pointed over to the bar.

He didn’t seem fazed and didn’t even bother looking. He just eyed her up and down blatantly and smiled.

“Well, as your man’s busy over there, you wanna get busy with me?”

She went to speak…

“On the dance floor I mean” he finished.

She paused for a while. He was attractive and she loved to dance. Plus her already sexy mood now fueled by alcohol made her actually entertain the idea.

He stepped towards the floor and stretched out his hand.

“You coming gorgeous?”

She took an hesitant step, he took her hand and led her off into the darkness of the club. They walked quite away through the throbbing masses of people. She was a little drunk and quite disorientated and couldn’t quite place where she was going.

“Do you want to dance or walk a marathon?” she asked pulling his hand.

“Quieter floor space over here” he laughed.

He walked again and she followed. They were at the back of the club now right by the emergency exits. There were still quite a few people there but more room to move.

They danced to a couple of songs together. She enjoyed the music and he enjoyed the sight of this hot little white girl shaking her stuff in front of him. He drank in the view. She was 5 foot 6″, slim, short light hair, nice firm tits all wrapped up in a tight dress. Her toned smooth legs ending in those sexy heels. His cock was hard.

He moved in closer and put his hands on her hips and swayed to the dance beat with her. That’s okay she thought, just hands on my hips. She continued to dance. He read this as a good sign. He stepped in closer and slipped his hands round onto her ass finding her tight cheeks.

“Easy there” she said and attempted to step back a little.

He held her close.

“Thought you liked to dance? This is how we dance here” he teased.

He gripped her little ass tight and pulled her quickly up against him, lowered his hips and ground his cock into her.

This was a little too heavy for her. She’d flirted a little with guys when she was out with friends, even the occasional drunken kiss but there was no doubt what this guy wanted! Although the hard meat in his trousers grinding against her clit was sending wicked sensations through her.

She wasn’t pushing him away. He interpreted this as another good sign. The little devil that had sprung up on her shoulder was telling her to have one more dance and a kiss if that’s what he wanted. She was in a crowded place and she could call a doorman over if she wanted him to go. He was good looking … yes one more dance.

“Okay, one more dance then I’ve got to get back to my friends” she smiled as she said this but her moist pussy was disagreeing.

“Cool baby” he said and pulled her further into the darkness.

They were right at the back edge of the floor now. He continued to hold her tight against him as he squeezed her ass. His mouth dropped to her neck and he licked her damp white skin. She moaned and tilted her head back. He raised his head and kissed her, she responded. His tongue filled her mouth as he grunted and pulled her in tighter still.

His pre-cum was soaking his underwear and her juices had soaked the small piece of material covering her pussy. He let his hands slip down her legs then back up under her dress once again gripping her ass. This time she didn’t seem to mind. He continued his forceful kiss and pulled her cheeks apart. He ran his finger down the crack of her ass pushing the strap of her g-string aside until he found her asshole.

She broke off the kiss.

“Hold on, what are you doing?” she knew full well but this needed to stop now.

“But don’t you like this girl?” he pushed the tip of his finger into her ass.

She jerked forward. Shit it felt good she thought. She opened her mouth to speak again but he quickly leant down and silenced her with a hungry kiss. Pushing his finger a little deeper into her sweet white ass. He felt her moan as he kissed her. He knew she was his now.

He broke off the kiss and looked at her as he finger fucked her tight little ass right there on the dance floor. She closed her eyes and let the dirty feelings she was experiencing take over. He took her hand and slipped it down into his trousers. She felt the sticky knob of his hard cock on her fingers. He let her hand go and she slipped it down further to the base of his shaft and then began to wank him off inside his trousers.

He joined in the moaning as they both pleasured each other in the dark club. But he wanted his cock to feel the wet flesh of her little white cunt stretching around it. He scanned around for a spot to take his prize. He leant back to look and rested against the rear exit doors. One opened. He peered out to see that it led to a small car park, probably for the staff.

He took his finger from her ass and withdrew her hand from his trousers.

“Come on sexy” he took her hand again.

He looked around again, no doormen watching. He slipped out with her and pushed the door to. The car park had no lighting and there was no-one around. He grabbed and kissed her again. Walking her backwards until they bumped up against a car. He shuffled her legs apart with his knee and ran his hands up her creamy thighs to her g-string. He quickly hooked his thumbs into it and yanked it down. She kicked the unnecessary garment off and leaned back letting her new lover do as he would with her.

He pushed a long, black finger into her little juicy white pussy. She sighed and rested her hands on his shoulders. He worked his finger in and out of her. Her juices running down his knuckles and dripping off onto the gravel. She was so wet.

“You like that huh?” he teased.

“OOH fuck yes!” she hissed back.

He stood back a little to watch as he fingered his new conquest but her dress was blocking his view. He stopped and stepped back.

“Don’t stop!” she almost begged.

“I want to see your sexy little body girl, take your dress off for me!”

All thoughts of what was right and wrong had left her now. She just wanted those fingers, his tongue, his cock! Deep inside her. She slipped off the shoulder straps, let the dress fall to the wet ground and stepped out of it.

Man, she look good!

“Show me how wet you are baby!” he ordered.

She put her leg up onto the car showing him her saturated hole. He unzipped his trousers and slid them down to his ankles along with his shorts. Grabbing his dark cock he started to wank himself as he watched.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard bitch!” his eyes were on fire.

“You want this?” he jeered pointing his cock at her.

“Yes, fuck me. FUCK me now!” she ordered whilst she opened her legs and slid back onto the bonnet of the car.

He stepped forward out of his trousers. He held her thighs wide open. His cock resting on her belly.

“Put it inside you” he told her.

She reached down and took his meat in her hand. She lifted her head and they both watched as she fed his big, black cock into her white, sopping pussy. This was no sensual screw – it was a raw fuck! He instantly started slamming into her. If she had complained he wouldn’t have stopped. He just fucked his hard 8 inches into her. It was animal. Insults and submissive replies flowed from their lips:

“You like your dirty white cunt fucked by black cock don’t you?”

“Yes, don’t stop. I want it!”

“You are such a cock whore!”

“I know. Fuck me, fuck me!”

“I’m gonna baby. I’m gonna fill you full of my cum!”

This pushed her to yet another orgasm. She tensed and bucked on his cock. That was a big one and it really turned him on. He lifted her up a little and pushed his finger back into her ass.

“That’s so fucking good” she cried out wriggling on his cock and finger.

She’d always loved anal sex with her boyfriends as she had a very sensitive asshole.

“You like that huh slut?”

She just moaned and shuddered. He pulled his tool from her and lifted her legs higher.

“I’m gonna fuck me some white ass now bitch!”

He pushed the tip of his cock into her puckered ass hole. It went in easily and she didn’t flinch. He pushed forward firmly impaling her onto his shaft.

“That’s it yeah… fuck my ass!” she begged.

He pumped her fast. Her fingers went to her clit as his disappeared into her pussy. She came again. Her juices dripping down onto the cock that was violating her ass. Lubricating it as they fucked.

He was in heaven and was close to cumming. He had always had a thing for sexy little white girls’ feet. He took her toes into his mouth and feasted on them as he fucked her ass. His thrusts faster, deeper. She knew he was close and worked her fingers faster on her clit. She egged him on. She wanted his cum.

“That’s it baby shoot it, shoot your cum!”

That was it for him. He let her toes slip from his mouth as he cried out. He lurched forward pouring his hot, thick cum deep into her ass. She wrapped her legs around him as his body convulsed from his orgasm.

He looked down at his panting bitch. She was feverishly flicking her clit. Her eyes closed as she brought herself off one last time.

“Liked that dance?” he smiled.

She made no reply as she was still coming down from her orgasm. He pushed her hips as he stepped, sliding her off his cock making her wince a little. She slithered down slowly from the car, picked up her dress and slipped it on. She pulled up her g-string but the thin back piece did little to cover her gaped ass hole.

He grabbed her arm.

“You are one dirty bitch and you have one lucky boyfriend.”

He kissed her again.

“Gotta go” she replied then tentatively stepped back through the emergency exit into the club. Her pussy and ass throbbing from her illicit sex. The strange guy’s cum still hot in her little ass.

She saw her friends.

“Where’ve you been honey?” James asked her.

“Oh out to get some air” she blatantly lied.

He patted her on the bum. She bit her lip. She saw her black stranger walking to the exit on the other side of the room. He winked at her and she grinned.

James leant forward and whispered into her ear.

“I’m gonna fuck this tight, little ass later Sarah.”

She giggled out loud.

“Yeah?” she looked at him.

“We must get out more often babe” and then she kissed him.

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More Party Games

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I like getting laid as much as the next girl, but I’m not always prepared to be fucked by just any cock that happens to be brought to a party. I like to be a bit choosey. So I don’t go much for those party games where you draw for a partner and head for the nearest bedroom.

But I played a game last month that really got to me. I was wondering why our hostess Melanie had said we had to wear dresses not jeans, and weren’t allowed to bring a partner. It turned out there were twelve of us, including Melanie, six of each sex. None of us girls had met any of the men before. This was important, Melanie said, because the game we were going to play required that we didn’t know anything about each other.

There were two real bedworthy hunks, and the other four weren’t bad looking, either. Circulating, getting to know each other, I suddenly realized how well Melanie had chosen. I could have fucked any one of them. Or any six. They all had bulges in their jeans I could hardly take my eyes off, and I caught one guy stroking his once or twice.

Well, after a few drinks Melanie said it was time for the special game. The girls all had to go into one of the bedrooms, all except for Melanie. You can bet there was some guessing about the size of the fucking gear inside those bulges. Melanie came back after a while and explained the game. She gave us each a pencil and a notepad. The pad had the numbers one to six down the left side. When you go in there, she said, the guys will all have numbers but their faces will be hidden, and you’re going to have to guess who each one is. Just write down the name against the number.

So we went into the other room. and I’d never imagined such a scene in my wildest dreams. Melanie had rigged a large sheet across the room. The men were ll standing behind it, with six rampant pricks poking through holes in the sheet, and six pairs of balls hanging below them. I’d never seen a sight like it—six fabulous fucking organs in a row, all standing to attention. The game was we had to guess which guy each set of genitalia belonged to.

“No cheating,” Melanie said. “No feeling around to see what the men are wearing behind the curtain. You can look at these beauties, feel them, taste them, jerk them off, anything you like. Except don’t hurt them.”

“Do you know who they are?” I asked Melanie.

“No way. I left them to decide where they’d stand. And don’t be greedy. No more than half a minute with each one. We don’t want them cumming before the game’s finished.”

“Why not?” I asked facetiously. “I’d just love to make them cum all in a row. Just imagine, six ejaculating pricks all shooting their load at once.”

I don’t know where Melanie got the idea for the game, but it was a great idea. A whole row of lovely pricks. More pricks than I’d ever seen together at one time. Six pricks to look at, six pricks to hold, six pricks to explore, six pricks to masturbate, six pricks to lick and suck, six pairs of balls to hold in my hand. I was going to be busy. I wished I could have them all to myself, instead of sharing them with the girls.

Melanie assigned each one of us—including herself—to one of those hunks of fuck-meat. Two of them were beginning to droop, and I was wishing I could draw one of those. It would have been fun masturbating it back to a good hard-on. The idea was we each had half a minute, and then we’d change places and move on to jerk off the next in line.

The first prick I got, number four, had red hair surrounding the scrotum. That was a dead give-away, but I’d forgotten we were supposed to be putting names to the numbers. My cunt was already on fire, and the cunt-juice was beginning to run down my thighs because I’d left my panties off in anticipation of getting a hot prick between my legs some time during the evening.

I knelt down and took the scrotum in front of me into one hand. It was so hot and heavy. I could feel the hardness of the balls inside, but I didn’t dare squeeze it. The prick above it was dark veined and curved slightly upward, not like the straight shafts I’d known. I giggled to myself, thinking it was shaped like a banana and wondering what a banana would feel like instead of a dildo on those occasions when I had to wank myself.

The knob was redder than the shaft, but not as swollen as some I’d had. I took the prick between my fingers and thumb and squeezed it gently, and began to jack it off. It came alive in my hand, throbbing and jerking up and down; and as I watched, the ripe plum that was its head began to swell until it was stretched so smooth it seemed it would burst. I just had to take it in my mouth and rub my tongue all over the smoothness of it, sucking it so hard that I sucked a few drops of delicious pre-cum right out of it.

In no time it seemed, Melanie was calling time to change. I wrote down “Roger” against number 4 on my notepad and moved along to the next piece of man-meat protruding from the curtain. The girl before me had done a wonderful job of masturbating it into enormous tumescence.

I’d never seen a prick so thick and standing up at such an angle. The knob was already red and shiny like number four, but the rim round the base of it projected like the edge of a mushroom, and the head was so huge I had to open my mouth wide to take it in. I imagined what it would feel like to have a prick as big as that opening the entrance to my twat and reaming out my vagina. I didn’t know who number five was, but I was determined to find out, because number five was going to shoot his wad high up inside my belly before too many nights had passed.

By the time I moved on to number six my cunt was in spasm. I wished I’d worn panties, so that I could feel them tight against my vulva and rubbing against my clit. However, I had two hands, and while one hand explored the prick in front of me the other hand was under my dress, my middle finger masturbating a clit that was just crying out to be sucked.

And that’s how the game went. One lovely tumescent prick after another, each one different in some way from the one before, each one with a magnificent hard on. Before I’d finished my examination of all six pricks, I’d frigged myself to a couple of delicious orgasms. And to judge by the moans and gasps from the other girls, there was a lot of cumming happening in that room.

But the game wasn’t over. Once we’d guessed the names of all six pricks in front of us, Melanie had more instructions. “If you’re like me, you’ve been doing a lot of cumming at the guys’ expense. So now it’s their turn. They must be ready to explode by now, so show them a good time. Jerk them, suck them, do what you like, but don’t prick-tease them any more.”

There were delighted giggles, and six girls set to work on six pricks that had been on the point of cumming for nearly ten minutes. I don’t know what the other girls did to get their guys creaming. But the prick in front of me had been oozing a steady stream of delicious jism that tasted like coconut candy, and however hard that load of sperm was about to ejaculate, I was determined to have it in my mouth. I would have liked to watch it happen, because it should be a spectacular explosion. But I wanted more of that candy, and I was in a mood for sucking.

My guy must have had wonderful will power to hold back all that time, because I’d hardly fastened my lips round the rim of his knob and begun to suck him off, before his prick started to throb and thrust deeper into my mouth. And with every throb and every thrust came a jet of scalding cum. I had my hand between my own legs, timing my own masturbation to his spurts, and squeezing along his prick and sucking hard on his knob, savoring the sweetness and swallowing greedily until I’d sucked every last drop of cum out of his sperm organ.

It was the best party game I’d ever played. But we were all too exhausted to do more than collapse where we were. We didn’t even bother to check whether our guesses had been right.

Some time later Melanie produced some food, and we had a few more drinks. Then Melanie made another announcement. “Owing to the success of the last game, which I think I’ll call “Cock Robbing,’ I have another game for you. This one’s called ‘Cuntry Girls.’ This time all the men have to go into the bedroom.” While the guys were out, Melanie made us go and freshen up. I guess there wasn’t one of us whose twats weren’t sticky with cunt juice. She told us to leave our panties off, those of us who’d worn them. She had a long couch in the middle of the room. She made us stand behind the couch, and bend over the padded back with our heads down and our bottoms in the air. “Just like you’re going to have it doggy style.” She walked behind us, and lifted our dresses and threw them up over our backs. My naked ass felt deliciously exposed, even if it was only Melanie looking at it. Then Melanie draped a sheet over us all, just leaving our bottom halves showing. “Stand with your legs wide apart. The guys are going to have to guess whose pussy is whose,” she explained.

When the men came in, there were wolf whistles and a lot of ribald comments. I guess we’d reacted the same way when we saw their row of erections. What they must have seen was a row of naked asses, cheeks in the air, tight little bum holes winking at them, and wide open cunts hanging down ready for whatever pleasures they had in mind for us.

Melanie gave them their instructions. “Find out whose pussies they are. Touch them, taste them, frig them, do whatever you like to them but don’t hurt them and don’t stick your tools into them.”

It was an exciting sensation being blindfolded, in effect, with my whole ass exposed for six guys to do what they liked with. Like being a captive on a pirate ship or something. I didn’t know what to expect. I just knew that my cunt was already oozing with expectation, and whatever happened it was bound to be exciting. Without any warning two hands were on the cheeks of my ass, caressing them and squeezing them. Then a finger played around my anus and probed a little way inside. You’re supposed to be recognizing my cunt, not my anus, I thought. But it was a lovely sensation. Fingers slid inside my soggy vulva, and gently pulled aside my outer lips. My cunt must be fully open, I thought. Open for view. Open for fucking, only Melanie had said they weren’t to. Pity! The fingers slid easily into my cunt, inside my cunt, up my cunt, and explored the depths of it, making my whole ass twitch with the pleasure.

Then, disappointingly, the fingers withdrew, and she was left empty and hungry for more, and I felt a trickle down the insides of my thighs that told me whoever it was could see how much I liked his attentions. Suddenly I gasped. Something warm was on my cunt. A mouth. A tongue was probing inside my cunt hole. A mouth was sucking my cunt lips inside and rubbing them with its tongue.

A male voice said, “Time’s up, move on.” And I was left high and dry in the middle of a delightful frig. Then the palm of a hand enclosed my whole cunt, and a finger slid in my slit to where my engorged clit was waiting for attention. The finger felt around, felt the little button, pressed on it, and I could feel it throb. I wondered if he could feel it. The finger circled, and rubbed, and pressed, and frigged me till I wanted to cry out with the exquisite agony of it. I couldn’t help myself, I had to wiggle my ass and press my cunt into his hand and force my clit harder against his finger.

I’d thought I was in heaven with a row of six glorious pricks to play with. It was nothing to the sensation of having my cunt explored and caressed and probed and frigged and sucked by six different men with six wonderfully perverted minds. I couldn’t hold back any longer by the time the third guy started on me. Not that I wanted to. I came into his mouth, forcing my cunt into his mouth, forcing my ass against his face and writhing in ecstasy while his tongue fucked me and his finger diddled my clit. After that I came each time a new guy masturbated me in a different way, until I lost count and the game came to an end. But then Melanie said, “Right, fella’s, if you haven’t cum already, now’s your chance. Do whatever you like with those fucking machines of yours.”

The guys didn’t waste time. They must have had their pricks out already. Probably they were masturbating while they worked on us. My cunt was suddenly forced open and a hot organ slid easily and slowly inside me. After all the tension and the thrills that my cunt had been enjoying as six different guys frigged me, and the throbbing deep inside with every orgasm, the feeling as my vagina became steadily more filled with hot pulsating prick was the most delicious sensation of all. The prick seemed to go in and in, right up into my belly, until the guy’s thighs were pressed hard against my ass cheeks. Then the piston began to pull out again, the swollen head reaming me out as it left me empty and wanting more. Then, slowly and deliberately it thrust in again, a ramrod that seemed as if it would never stop, until I felt as if every part of my belly was being filled with this hot throbbing organ.

I’d never had a fuck like this, so slow and inexorable, with my whole cunt so completely crammed full. It felt as if it was so absolutely under control that it must go on for ever, a perpetual fucking machine. But it didn’t go on for ever. The piston gave a sudden hard thrust and rammed so deep into my vagina that right up somewhere near my navel I felt a surge of boiling cum.

The piston started to ram faster, and each time it filled me I felt that wonderful prick ejaculating a stream of hot sperm deep into my entrails. That was when my cunt went ballistic. Each time my guy rammed me, my ass rammed down to meet him. His thrusts and the convulsions inside my cunt seemed to synchronize. He went on ejaculating, and I went on cumming, until it seemed we’d never stop.

And that’s the way I want to remember that evening, as if we’d never stopped.

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Strip Poker Creampie

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My wife and I have a regular poker game with two other couples every Friday night. It had started out innocently enough, but you know what can happen when liquor is flowing and a joint gets passed around.

The other couples, Jackie and Steve, Mary and John were both about the same age as Joanne and myself – 30. Jackie has dark hair and a very hot body that she likes to show off, and Mary is petite with long blonde hair. My wife Joanne is an aerobics instructor who has well defined muscles and just about the best ass on the planet. Her tits are medium sized, but all natural which is just how I like them.

Steve is about 6 feet tall with brown hair and broad shoulders, and John stands a couple inches shorter and has been working out since high school. I’m in about the same shape, as John got me started on the gym a couple years ago.

One night we were playing and after a few drinks and a couple hours Jackie suggested strip poker. Well, that night ended up with my Joanne stark naked and giggling, and Mary in just a thong. I still had my pants on when the party broke up, but Joanne treated me to just about the best fucking of my life when we got home.

She told me how hot she got when she stripped off her panties in front of everyone, and how she couldn’t wait to ride my cock all night. Needless to say, strip poker became the norm and within a month we had all seen everything everybody had.

Steve and John both told me about how hot their wives got after our weekly games. Seems that Joanne isn’t the only one who gets off on a little exhibitionism.

Anyway, at our last game Joanne was the big loser and had just stripped off her panties. She said, “I’m out of clothes again, guess we’ll be calling it a night soon,” as she waved her underpants to us all.

“Let’s play a few more hands,” said Jackie. “Maybe we should have the loser do a truth or dare challenge.”

We all looked at Jackie, who was still wearing her skirt and underwear, but was topless. I was down to my underwear (which were starting to show a wet spot thanks to Joanne’s naked ass) and Steve & John both had their pants on. Mary was the winner and so far had only lost her blouse.

Joanne spoke up and said, “I’m game, let’s have some fun.”

No one had any objections, so I grabbed the cards and dealt another hand. Joanne lost again, and since I dealt that hand I got to put the question to her. “Truth or dare honey, what’s it going to be?”

She smiled at me and said, “Dare.”

I thought about it for a couple of seconds and then said, “Ok, I want you to bend over John’s lap and let him give you a spanking.” John had always admired her ass, I figured it was the least I could do after all the free workout advice he’s given me over the years.

Joanne pretended to be shocked, but I know how much she loves to be spanked. I knew that when we got home she would be hotter than ever and I would be happily rewarded for that dare.

She stepped around the table to John, who had pulled his chair back a couple of feet and sat there with a giant grin. Mary rolled her eyes at him and then looked in my direction. She arched her eyebrow and nodded a little bit, the look telling me that if I lost a round then I’d better choose “Truth”, because I might not like “Dare”.

Joanne bent at the waist and leaned across John’s lap, her thighs touching the outside of his. Her perfect ass was displayed, and I could clearly see her pussy poking out from between her cheeks. It looked quite moist, and I just wanted to shove my tongue up there right then and there.

John raised his hand and slapped her ass, and Joanne squirmed a little. Then she wiggled her bottom and said, “Thank you sir, may I have another?” John happily obliged, and after about 10 more slaps Joanne stood back up, her ass a merry pink. I glanced at John’s pants and saw he had developed quite a stiffy.

Joanne went back to her chair and gingerly sat back down. “Oh, that stings a little. Mary, I believe it’s your deal.”

Mary obliged, and once again Joanne lost. She had no luck this evening, or maybe she had all the luck. I began to suspect she was losing on purpose.

Mary said to her, “Ok, truth or dare.”

Joanne thought for a second and replied, “Let’s try truth this time.”

Mary smiled wryly at me, and then said to Joanne, “What’s your hubby Tom’s dirtiest fantasy?”

I almost choked on my drink. I have lots of fantasies, and I have no idea which one is the dirtiest. I couldn’t imagine which one she would say, and I sure as hell didn’t want everyone here to know what anyone of them was anyway.

Joanne laughed and said, “God, it’s hard to pick. He can be a real pervert sometimes. Do you mean things he talks about when he’s – you know – close? Or things he tries to get me to agree to before we even get to bed?”

I stared at Joanne, but she wouldn’t take her eyes off of Mary. Maybe I shouldn’t have volunteered her up for that spanking.

Mary said, “We want to know about what he’s thinking when he’s about to come, that’s when the real truth comes out”.

“Well then,” Joanne said, she looked up at the ceiling and thought for a few seconds. “He sometimes says that he would like another man to fuck me, and that he would eat the cum right out of my pussy.”

I wanted to die right there. I couldn’t believe she just told my friends about that. I turned bright red, but my cock grew to its full length instantly. I didn’t say anything, and my stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies. Joanne smiled at me and licked her lips; she knew she was getting the fucking of her life later.

Mary leaned over to check out my crotch. “Ohh, someone’s got a big wet spot! We find out about one dirty little secret and it looks like you almost came in your BVD’s!”

That was it for me, my underwear felt uncomfortably tight and if I didn’t get out of them I was going to cum soon. I quickly reached down and lifted the waistband over my swollen cock head and lifted my ass a little so I could pull them down to my knees. I took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing, and tried to ignore Mary’s smug grin. She definitely got even with me for the spanking I had let John give to Joanne.

Steve dealt the next hand; Mary came out on the losing end this time. She immediately chose “dare”.

Steve said, “I dare you to suck Tom’s cock.”

Mary froze, and no one said anything for what seemed like an eternity. Mary looked to John, who shrugged and said, “It’s up to you babe, he’s a buddy and I trust him. I dare you to do it too!”

At that Mary jumped up and quickly stripped off her remaining clothes. I looked at Joanne who had a wicked smile and one hand in her lap. I could imagine what those fingers were up to. Mary told me to stand up, I couldn’t find a reason to argue – my cock was way ahead of me and seemed to have grown even more. As I stood everyone saw it jerk and a big drop of pre-cum leaked out of the tip and ran down my shaft.

Mary laughed and said, “Whoa boy, slow down – I haven’t even started yet!”

She knelt in front of me and flicked her tongue at the head of my dick. Then she ran it up and down the length a few times. I groaned and tried to think about baseball. This worked until she licked my balls, which made me think about Mary licking my balls. My cock started to spasm and she quickly stood up and said, “Was that a little too exciting for you? I wouldn’t want you to cum all over, so maybe we better get back to the game.” She licked her lips and sat back down.

I got myself back under control and sat back in my chair with a heavy sigh. Joanne was looking at her drink, but she knew I was looking at her. She pulled her hand out from under the table and licked her fingers. I was the only one who saw it; everyone else was making a joke out of my discomfort. I could tell how hot she was and my balls started to ache from the need to cum.

Jackie’s turn to deal, and it turned out to be John’s turn to lose. When she asked the question he replied, “Truth”.

“What’s Mary’s deepest darkest fantasy? She’s always been tight lipped about what she likes,” Jackie asked with genuine curiosity.

John smiled and said, “That’s easy, she’s always wanted a three-way with me and another guy. She wants to be in charge and make us do nasty things to each other, and call her ‘Mistress’”. He looked at Mary, who sat there with her mouth open and said, “Sorry honey, she asked for the truth. My turn to deal.”

This time I lost, and I chose “Truth”, since I was just getting my cock to calm down and didn’t feel like getting blue balls by whatever dare John might come up with. He thought for a bit and then said, “What’s Joanne’s favorite sexual position?”

“Her favorite is sitting on my face and grinding her pussy into my mouth.” That was definitely true, she likes to fuck but she always wants me to eat her out. We’ve spent many a happy hour with her blissfully riding my tongue.

Now it was Joanne’s turn to deal, and I lost again. “What’s it going to be this time babe, are you brave enough to go for ‘Dare’,” she said with a smile.

I knew it was a challenge, she was really worked up and wanted to see how far she could get me to go. I figured what the hell, the worst thing that could happen is I have an orgasm in front of everyone, and that’s not so bad. What’s an orgasm between friends? “Ok,” I said, “I’ll take dare – do your worst!”

“I want you to fulfill Mary’s fantasy for her, do whatever she tells you and John to do.”

My mouth dropped open and nothing came out. I couldn’t believe she wanted me to do that, I’d never seen this side of her.

“This I gotta see,” exclaimed Steve.

Jackie laughed and said “Me too, come on Tom – are you up to performing for Mary?”

Mary and John were whispering to each other and smiling at me as Joanne crossed her arms and said “Well? What’s it gonna be big boy? Are you too much of a wimp to do the dare?”

“Fine. I picked dare and I’ll do it,” I replied. Inside I was shaking like a leaf. I’d never done anything with a man before, but if my wife was pushing me I wasn’t going to back down. I turned to Mary and said, “Command me, Mistress.”

Mary let out a squeal of delight. “All right then, let’s get down to business!”

She first had John strip out of his remaining clothes, and told us to stand facing each other. Everyone else got a fresh drink and sat down to enjoy whatever show Mary was going to think up.

“First, I want you to touch each other’s cocks. Masturbate each other, but slowly – take your time, and make sure you don’t cum yet.”

I reached out and gently touched John’s hard cock. His pre-cum was already generously leaking out and I wiped it up and down his shaft. The entire length glistened and he moved his hips forward spontaneously, trying to rub harder against my hand. He was really into it; I could tell he wanted Mary to thoroughly enjoy her fantasy.

I felt him take hold of my cock and spread my wetness up and down, and then all over the head of it. I groaned as he grasped harder, and then slid his hand down to cup my balls. I returned the favor, and he let out a deep moan. I played with his balls, spreading his juice all over them, and then toyed with them one at a time. He spread his legs wider to allow me easier access, and I did the same for him.

I looked over to see Jackie sitting with Steve, who had also removed his pants and was displaying a giant hard on for her. She was copying what John and I were doing, and Steve squirmed a little as she manipulated his balls.

Joanne and Mary were sitting on the couch taking in the show. Joanne whispered something in her ear and Mary smiled. “Rub your cocks together, I want to see you two get really wet.” Obviously, that was Joanne’s idea but Mary seemed open to new ideas.

“Yes Mistress,” John replied, “anything to please you.”

When he said that she smiled and her hand went right to her pussy, which was quite easy to see as she now had one leg thrown over the arm of the couch. She ran her fingers over her labia lips, and then plunged two fingers deep inside of herself. I got distracted as I felt John’s cock touch mine.

We each grasped our cocks at the base and touched the wet tips to each other. We maneuvered them in a circular motion, and God it felt wonderful. I slid the head of mine down his shaft and under his balls and rubbed it there for a bit. He did the same for me and then we just pressed them both together and slid around. Now we were really wet, our whole cocks and stomachs were saturated.

I looked over to see that now it was Joanne who had a couple of fingers in “Mistress Mary.” She never took her eyes off of John and me as she pulled them out and ran her tongue over them. “Mmmmm, tastes so goooood,” she drawled.

Mary said “I wonder how all of their wetness tastes, look at how soaked those cocks are! I think our boys are really enjoying this. Tom, get on your knees and taste John’s dick.”

“As you wish Mistress,” I replied quickly. Truth was, I was really getting off on doing this for the women. Joanne had done a three way with another woman and me when we were dating, and I had never returned the favor. She was now on the edge of her seat to get the best view of me giving a blowjob.

“Use a lot of tongue, honey! Do it just like when I do you,” Joanne called out.

I knelt down and was face to face with John’s purplish cock-head. I stuck out my tongue and licked all around it, and as I pulled back a stream of juice hung from my lip to his cock.

Mary clapped and said, “That’s it, I want to see more nastiness like that! Jackie, Steve – did you see that?”

“We sure did,” purred Jackie. “I’ve got just about the same going on over here!”

“Ok Tom, now lick his balls like I licked yours.”

“Whatever pleases you, Mistress” I replied. I slid my tongue down and quickly and roughly licked John’s balls hard. He groaned and then spread his legs so I could lick better. They drew up a little from my ministrations, so I took them both in my mouth and sucked hard, just like Joanne does for me. John pulled away and his cock jerked involuntarily – he had almost cum, which Mary had told us not to do.

“Excellent, you suck like a pro. I’ll bet Joanne couldn’t do better herself. Did you know that when she was in college she once blew the whole football team?”

“Mary! You said you would never tell anyone about that,” Joanne cried out. Apparently, there are a lot of things I don’t know about my wife.

Mary smiled at her and said “At least I didn’t tell them about how you used to eat my cunt. Maybe that’s why you like sitting on Tom’s face, do you think about when I used to do that to you? Maybe we should keep you busy like that while John gets his first lesson in cock sucking.

I was shocked, but even more shocked as Joanne quickly positioned a couple of pillows on the floor and laid down. She smiled at me and then said to Mary “Anything you want, Mistress.”

Mary wasted no time and knelt down with her knees on either side of Joanne’s head. She slowly lowered her moist pussy down, and Joanne stretched her tongue as far as she could, anxious to taste that lovely blonde slit. Tongue and pussy gently made contact and Mary made a low moaning sound. Then, she just dropped her whole pussy down, covering Joanne’s mouth. Happy slurping sounds emitted from Mary’s crotch as she pulled on her erect nipples.

Mary seemed to notice John and me again and said, “What are you waiting for John? Put that cock in your mouth and start sucking!”

“Yes Ma’am,” he said, and promptly inserted my whole fat wiener in his mouth and started bobbing his head up and down. He reached up between my legs and simultaneously massaged my nuts as he sucked. Once again, I closed my eyes and tried to think about baseball.

When I had things under control a bit I opened my eyes and looked to see Mary still writhing on Joanne’s face, but now Jackie was holding Joanne’s legs apart and Steve was pumping away in her pussy. I couldn’t believe it! Joanne was licking for all she was worth, and getting fucked as a bonus. John stopped sucking and stood up to enjoy the spectacle with me.

Mary screamed, “Oh my fucking God, I’m going to cum on your face. That’s it, that’s it, lick me hard, lick my fucking clit you fucking slut! Uh Uh Uh Uh YES!!! I’M CUMMING NOW!”

Mary rubbed her spurting pussy up and down Joanne’s face as she came, the juices running down my wife’s cheeks as she shoved her tongue as far as she could up that sopping hole.

Just then Steve yelled, “I’m Cumming too!” and Jackie started spanking his ass as he spasmed and pumped into her cunt as hard as he could.

Mary rolled off Joanne’s face and turned to kiss her. I watched in fascination as their tongues entwined, and Mary tasted her own cum. I could see her thighs quivering from the intensity of her orgasm.

Mary looked up to Jackie and said “Have a seat, I warmed it all up for you.” Jackie didn’t need any coaxing as she quickly positioned herself over Joanne’s waiting mouth, and then she groaned as she felt the tongue enter her.

Steve pulled out and a stream of cum hung from his cock to Joanne’s pussy. I looked and saw cum leaking out and running down into the crack of her beautiful ass.

Mary said “John, why don’t you help yourself to some sloppy seconds while Joanne is busy with Jackie?”

John gave a very enthusiastic “Yes Mistress! Anything you say!”

I watched as he positioned himself, and slid his dick up and down Joanne’s overflowing pussy, rubbing it against her clit and sperm smeared labia lips. His cock quickly became covered with Steve’s cum, and he grunted as he entered her. He started with long, rhythmic strokes, and was accompanied by deep slurping sounds from the over wet cunt.

Joanne moaned as Jackie rotated her hips and slid her pussy all over her face. “She licks so good, I fucking love how it feels! What a fucking whore, she can’t get enough!”

Mary and Steve each had one of Joanne’s legs, which were bent at the knees, and held them spread apart so John could really fuck her deeply. The splooshing sounds increased as John started fucking her faster.

“Oh God, Mistress – may I cum in this whore?!!! Please let me cum, it feels so fucking hot and good,” shouted John.

I couldn’t believe how excited I was. I stood watching as there was no room anywhere for me, and my pre-cum was running out of my cock, down the length to my balls, and dripping off from there.

Mary started to spank John’s ass and said, “Do it baby, cum hard for me – fill the slut with your cream!”

John’s ass bucked and he cried out as his load sprayed inside Joanne, mixing with Steve’s. Jackie, still rubbing on Joanne’s face, let out a squeal as she came from the diligent probing of Joanne’s tongue. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, releasing a torrent of her own cum into Joanne’s mouth. Joanne eagerly lapped up every drop as she lay moaning for more.

John pulled out of Joanne and laid back, exhausted. I looked down at her pussy, fully coated inside and out with cum. She had absolutely no modest left at all, her legs were splayed and both her ass cheeks glistened from the mess. Mary helped Jackie stand up, and Joanne lewdly licked her lips for an extra taste of Jackie’s cum.

Mary looked at me and said, “Now it’s time for another fantasy to come true. Let’s see if you can clean up this mess, we all know you want it. Now, lay down and get ready for your treat.”

“Yes Mistress,” I said as I lay down. My cock was just leaking like a faucet, I was damn near as wet as Joanne!

Mary helped Joanne to her feet, and then had her put her knees on either side of me, her feet by my head so that she faced back to my cock. Her splattered pussy hovered inches above my face.

Joanne gently lowered herself and my tongue reached up to taste her clit. She shivered and a dollop of cum dropped out of her hole and into my waiting mouth. The combined juices of John, Steve, and Joanne tasted salty and smooth as I rolled them around in my mouth and swallowed.

“That’s so fucking hot,” exclaimed Jackie. “I want to see more of that,” she said as she began rubbing her nipples.

Mary instructed Joanne to lift up a little so they could all watch cum drip out of her. “Make it nasty for him Joanne, act like the horny slut you are.”

She was above my head again and I saw her pussy contract as she squeezed her muscles, forcing the cum in her cunt to slide out and drop down on my face and mouth. Joanne moaned and one hand played with her clit, the other tweaking one of her nipples. Then suddenly, she lowered herself and completely sat right on my face.

I shoved my tongue into her as far as I could, and she started sliding back and forth, covering my face with the results of her fucking. She started emitting moans from deep inside, as I sucked in both her labia lips and then held them in a soul kiss. I was in heaven, living out my most secret fantasy in front of my friends.

I felt my legs pulled up and bent at the knees, as Joanne’s had been when she was getting fucked. I had hold of Joanne’s hips and was pulling her against my face as hard as I could and I felt Mary’s hand start slapping my ass, just under my balls. I was totally exposed and vulnerable, and it felt great! I knew I was going to have the orgasm of my life!

Joanne ground against my tongue and face harder, she was getting really close.

“Uh, Uh, Uh, GOD – I’m going to…I’m gonna…Oh fuck…FUCK…I’M FUCKING CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD!!!” Joanne screamed and her whole body shook with a violent orgasm, the juices literally spraying from her pussy onto my face. She lifted up and dropped down again and again, my tongue darting in and out of her cunt.

The spanking on my ass increased and someone grasped my cock and started pumping. The cunt on my face muffled my cries as I started to climax. Mary stopped spanking and began kneading my balls as my dick started to shoot a giant load onto my stomach and chest. I came for what felt like hours, my cock being massaged by two hands.

Finally, I was done, and so was Joanne. She rolled off of me and laid there, who pussy still pulsing from the amazing force of her orgasm. She turned and started to kiss me, and ran her tongue over my lips, lapping up the flavor of the fucking. Her hand went down to my cock and slid around in the cum. She bought it up to my lips and smeared it around, and put her fingers in my mouth. Then she leaned down and French kissed me for all she was worth.

When I looked up Mary was standing there, her hand over her pussy and she appeared to be trying to hold something in. “Steve recovered and fucked me while you two were making out,” she said. “Are you in the mood for some dessert?”

I looked over to see John earnestly screwing Jackie from behind, as she was on all fours and groaning with pleasure.

“I really love dessert,” I said, “lots of times I’ll even take seconds.”

Joanne just laughed and said “You’re going to have to share some with me, lover.”

As I lay back and watched Mary’s pussy descending towards me I thought, “I wonder who’s turn it is to deal?”

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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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Sloppy Seconds

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“Have a good night, Barry.” My wife turned and kissed me as she left to go clubbing again. She looked pretty sexy with her short black mini-skirt and a leather top. Her long black hair covered some of her large 36c breasts but she brushed it aside to show off. “You like?”

“Of course.” I said running my hand over her leather clad breasts. “You sure Sara can’t wait a few more minutes?” My hand wandered under her skirt and between her legs now rubbing at her black lace panties.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get that later, when I get home. You mind if I get freaky tonight?” she asked coyly, a shitty smile crossed her face. She must be horny already.

“Like what?” already knowing the answer.

“I don’t know, maybe giving some guy head in a bathroom?” Her left hand pressing against my hardening cock.

“I don‘t know,” I sighed as her hand slid up and down the front of my pants.

“Please?” She whispered as she kissed at my neck. “I‘ll tell you all about it, like the last time.”

I couldn‘t take anymore of her teasing, she had been doing it all day. “If you want to.”

She turned kissed me on the cheek, and left with Sara, one of her girlfriends. All night I couldn’t get the picture out of my mind that she was probably giving some guy an awesome blowjob and him cumming allover her face in the process. She had been out several times and the last time this guy had her hands down his pants while begging for a blowjob. I didn’t know about it until the next day, she told me while we were fucking, but she didn’t give him head for fear of pissing me off. After thinking of it nonstop I finally went to sleep in anticipation of my wife arriving home.

About four thirty I head my wife open the door to our house and come in. I was pretty tired since I had been working first shifts but I was drifting in and out of sleep.

“Honey…you awake?” she asked climbing into the bed. Her hands instantly rubbed at my cock, making it hard. “Yeah..I’m awake.” I replied.

My eyes opened almost instantly, which happens when she wakes me up at night rubbing me. I rubbed my eyes while checking her out. Her hair was a little messed up but that was natural with clubbing. She bent down to kiss me and I could tell that she had been drinking.

“Good.” With a come hither look she pulled up her skirt to reveal her black lace panties. My hand reached out to feel those soaked panties hugging to her pussy. With one hand she slid them down her smooth legs and I could see her wet juices oozing from her pussy as she peeled them down. I could tell how horny she was, as she always gets a strong musky smell. Her pussy was practically dripping as my tongue licked her pouty pussy lips. One leg slid over my head as I tongued her wet lips and went to work on her clit, sucking it as she always liked.

“You want me to tell you what happened tonight?” she asked. I mumbled mmmm hmm as I licked at her clit.

“I danced with quite a few guys, but there was one that had just gotten out of the military on leave.” Her hand stroked my cock as she continued her story. “His hands were all over me. His wife was there too, watching him feel me up. He had whispered to me that his wife wanted him to get some pussy that night, and I told him that I was game.”

My cock hardened at the thought of a guys rough hands allover my wife’s body, with her dancing seductively with him. “What happened then?” I asked her, my cock straining against my boxers, wondering just how far she’d let this guy take it.

“I let him finger me.” she spouted out as my tongue grazed her hard clit. “That got me soo hot.” Amber gasped as she saw my hard cock. “As much as he had been dancing with me..” she stopped for a moment getting off me and making me lick her nipple, she continued.

“He led me out to his car and pushed me against it as he ground against me. He was shaking and was so horny as I unzipped his pants. Then I got down on my knees and started to suck him.” My wife gasped as she ground her pussy against my probing fingers. She was so slick and messy now it was unbelievable how wet she was. I slid a second, then third finger inside her while biting her nipple. “Put another one in!” she hissed as I bit down harder.

“How big was it?” I asked her.

Amber moaned and tensed up as I plowed away at her sopping pussy with my fingers, her juices running everywhere. “About 7 or 8 inches.” she panted as her pussy tensed again, around all four fingers.

Amber balanced herself barely after cumming that hard, and pulled my straining cock from the boxers. While I knew that it was only about 6 ½ inches, I also knew that she had a bigger cock in her mouth tonight, which made me even hotter. Her hand slid to her sopping pussy, got her hand wet, then started to jerk my cock with her hand while she told me what else happened.

My wife jerked me faster as she told me more. “I know I told you I was going to use a condom, and I did. I gave it to him and he slid it on, bent me over, and started fucking me against the car.”

Amber stood up for a moment then leaned down to lick some of the juices off my face, as she rubbed her pussy against my straining cock. “You wanna hear more?” she asked.

I nodded yes. “Then lick my pussy some more, make me cum.” she positioned herself back on my face and started again. “It felt so good, to be like that. He made me feel dirty. He fucked me missionary, then doggie but I wanted to feel him cum so bad.” She groaned as she told me that, and moved so that her pussy was directly over my face. Her wet juices were dripping from her shaved pussy. I licked at her clit all the while enjoying how horny my wife was at this point, I loved it when she would do anything to cum.

“I wanted to feel him cum in me so bad.” She paused and rubbed her pussy in my face. “I was so horny from his big cock.”

“Can I tell you something?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t want you to be mad…,” she paused as she deep throated my cock until her nose was down to my pubic hairs. Then she slid back up again. “Promise?”

“Yes…I promise.” As I felt her lips slide all the was down my cock again I held her head and fucked her mouth for a moment.

“I was so horny I just needed to feel some cum in me, o I pulled off his condom and had him fuck me bareback.” I paused for a moment realizing what she was saying. It had been in my fantasies that my wife would let a guy cum in her but I never imagined that she would do it.

As I paused licking her clit she grabbed my hair and brought her dripping pussy to my face. “Keep licking.” she panted as I slid my tongue against her pussy lips. I kept licking at her cunt lips for a moment until she spread her pussy lips for me with her fingers. “Lick my box!.” she cried as my tongue dove into her sweet box, tasting her and her lovers’ cum.

“I hope you’re not mad,” she said as she rubbed her dripping box against my mouth. “but I really needed it” She groaned as I started to lick her cum filled pussy, my cock was so hard I thought it would burst. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock. She instantly started jerking me off again.

“Doesn’t look like you’re too mad,” she said rubbing my cock. “You like licking my used pussy don’t you?” I whispered yes to her as his cum started to leak out more.

“He really fucked me, but it really made me cum hard when he came in me. I must have really gotten him hot cause he left a nice big load for you to lick out.” Her pussy started to quiver then, as I licked out her fresh pussy.

“Come on, lick it all up.” she encouraged me as her lips slid over my cock. “Lick it all up. God, Lick out his cum.” she groaned as she pushed her sloppy pussy against my tongue. “God he had a big cock.” she said as she started to cum again. “He fucked me so fucking good. MMMM.” She groaned knowing that I was getting closer.

“I think next time I’ll bring you along and you can watch your little slut-wife get her pussy fucked. Would you like that?” That was all I could take from her telling me how this guy had fucked her to licking out her sopping pussy. My cock exploded in her mouth as her pussy spasmed around my tongue. My wife sucked me dry and continued sucking me hard again and we would end up fucking all night long.

That began our nights of fun with me waiting to see what sort of surprises that my wife would bring me, among them she would bring home a man with her one time, and another a hot 22 yr old woman. Those are stories for another time though.

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