Ms. Marca part 12

This is more in the life and times of my wild and wicked ways. This is about me... just a part of my life! Ms. Marca part 12 I know that some men go into a relationship thinking she is the one. Tim told me after we were married that I had saved him from a life of darkness after the death of his wife and child. Some men need more than a good ass to come home to, we women can be nothing but a pain in the ass when we want to. What a man looks for in a woman and what he sees can be two different things. As a slut, I need to be dirty with my sex, but never dirty with my husband. A whore, harlot, or prostitute; we all lie on our backs and spread our legs and let the paying customer fall between them. I love the thrill of my honey pot having all that cock; as he rides me I whisper how good he makes me feel. Being a bitch to your john, is getting on all fours, and wiggling your ass in his face: turning him on to mounting you like the stud of the pack and breed to the bitch you are in heat. To your husband a bitch is telling him how you feel about him and nagging away at him. I learned that a good lover could be a bitch, a wife, and a woman, and so much more. "And so it goes... !" Tim came home one afternoon and told me that his old college roommate was going to be in town next week and he had invited him to stay with us while he is in town. That evening Tim told me all about Mr. Peter R. Fairfield, Mr. Fairfield was from an old New England family and he had turned the family fortune into five times what it was when he took it over. It seems Mr. Fairfield also liked the women; he had been married three times since he left school. The night Mr. Fairfield got into town, I was to meet Tim and him at the club for dinner and than we would bring him to our place for his visit for a few days. I was ready for a night out... dressed to kill in a black cocktail dress with a low V cut top that showed lots of cleavage, from my 40DD. A black lace bra, thigh-high black silk stockings and black velvet 5 inch hels that made me stand at 6'3". A lacy black thong was the only thing covered my bald just shaved pussy and my 38" hips, which were as ready as I was for a hot night out of drinking and dancing. When I got to the club I found the two in the bar and as soon as Peter Fairfield saw me his eyes undressed me and I could see right away he was a boob man. When Tim introduced us he could not look me in the eye, but he had my boobs on his radar. We went into dinner and had a nice meal, I had Peter's attention all the time we were at dinner and I could see he had me on his mind. After dinner, we went into the club lounge and listen to the small combo. Tim is a good dancer and is not the stick in the mud that some husbands are, but as sometimes he does and talking with his old roommate, they both had too much to drink. Both men at 55 they wanted to party. My alluring cocktail dresses, that showed my full cleavage, and my other assets when I was on the dance floors had every ones attention in the lounge. After the first and only dance with Tim, he insisted I dance with Peter. Peter with his broad shoulders, and a rather full stomach and I guessed a skinny butt. He was, even at 55, a very handsome man. As we danced, he complimented me on my dress and the way I danced, in general everything a woman wants to hear. I was not born yesterday and I could feel his eyes and hands all over my body. We had drinks and danced to the swirling, gyrating, pounding music, his cock began to harden and it seemed like he deliberately pressed his manhood against my leg. After each dance, he made sure he felt up my ass as we walked back to the table and he had his hand on my knee and on my thigh each time we sat down always telling Tim what a beautiful wife he had. His hands slipping under my skirt whenever Tim was not watching, the lacy top hide my hardening nipples as I responded to his touch. The alcohol we drank all night began working on me and soon I could feel the sweet pressure of my pussy lips getting wet and tingling as we danced and pressed together, and the need to have a climax grew stronger He knew he had me getting excited as he rubbed my knees and inside my thigh. My eyes glazed over as he whispered in my ear how hot my thighs were. Than on the next dance, he must have got a stiff one because it slipped up to my mound and I felt it press against me. I smiled when he looked at me knowing I was feeling it. The touch was not lost on me as my eyes went wide and I let out a slight giggle. "I think I have had one too many glass of wine." I could feel that he was not normal; huge might be the word to describe it. I actually felt it grow! I felt a rush of excitement, and embarrassment, as we ground against each other disgustedly. Sometimes I enjoyed being a slut, a whore, a cheap disgusting hot pussy. That was what he was making me feel like. His hands moved to my ass and pressed me into his bulge. Under my breath he had to hear me moan and gasp out in a whisper... oh good heavens!"" After a few drinks and several dances later, I had him, I guess it was I, getting bolder with his hands and Tim was way into the booze and was not aware of what was going on with his old friend and me. He had me getting hot and I had loosened up to the point I was in need of some cock. He began to tell me how his last wife, lost interest in sex, turned off by sex: or so that was what she had said to him. I told him that she was missing something or had missed being a complete woman, if she did not like sex. "Marca I see you know what she missed and most women want it as bad as we like getting it!" "Yes... oh yes, I like getting it... oh I mean... well, Tim and I enjoy sex!" "She tried to tell me or explain that it hurt her when we had sex... soo she said." "Damn is... are you... oh my, not many man are that... big??big... oh my!" My nipples were rock hard and he could see the outline of them though my low cut top. I knew he had a boner and I knew that with each dance I could feel a knot developing in my stomach in anticipation of what might happen if I were to let this go any further. God what a hung son-of-a-bitch he must be and he needed some pussy. When we arrived home and Tim was just wake enough to show Peter his room and say goodnight he was going fast. Tim insisted I stay and visit with Peter. I looked at Peter as if to say are you up to it, will something was up and hard! I was going to make this horny old boy cry uncle as he jerk later tonight: I was going to see that he had a damn good reason too. I made sure Tim was in bed and than I went down stairs to find Peter getting one more glass of wine for me what I did not need, and he had one more Gin. We took a seat on the big leather sofa in the den and it seemed at once Peters hand was on my knee where it had been most of the night. I suspect he had been encouraged by my lack of not protesting or my lack of response to his touches. I know I enjoyed the attention I was getting. This time, I acknowledged the intrusion and put my hand on his and moving his hand away from my knee. I was frozen... with the events unfolding in front of me, all thoughts of leaving him to say goodnight and get my ass to bed where I belonged had definitely faded from my mind. In a perverse way, I thought to myself, what an opportunity! How often a big cock like the one this man has does get this close to my pussy and not gets in. God how would I react to another man's advances"? This was a friend of my husband and being fair to the situation, Peter was a good-looking older man, and I think most women would appreciate the attention from such a man. I felt my heart rate increase and I was breathing harder. I will give this to Peter; he did not give up. Even as I brushed his hand away, he casually continued to search for me to show weakness, never giving away his intent to how he was going to master my mind. I pushed his hand away a number of times before I moved my leg over a little to try to escape him. After a while, I gave in a little and allowed his hand to stay on my knee. Even though he did not attempt to go any higher, I started to shake a little and I could definitely feel the beginning of a small orgasm building just thinking about his horse size cock. Instead of being upset, I found it strangely exciting. Then he leaned over and gave me what one might say was a goodnight kiss on the side of my face. I did not turn away or try to avoid it. When it happened, a small thought shot through my mind; not turning away was the same as giving him an invitation. I was right. Instead of leaving, he made a little more small talk and slipped his hand down on to my thigh. I moved my left arm across and under my chest and did not resist his touch. I almost predicted it as he suddenly leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I let it linger a short while before I pulled away, laughed nervously and gently nudged his hand away from my thigh as I looked over my shoulder at the door as if looking for Tim. "My husband would not like that... you're bad, Peter!" I think he could tell he was starting to get to me. My chest was starting to heave a little more and my breathing was coming on faster. I was squirming more as his hand had maneuvered high on my leg, up to the split of my dress. I sat sideways, facing him with my right leg crossed over my left, exposing my leg all the way up. After feebly trying to cover up, I gave up the cause and just let him look. As we were discussing old times about him, Tim, and my days of modeling, I reached around to get an old portfolio album of some of my pictures from under the table next to the sofa where I was sitting. When I did, my legs opened and I treated Peter to a great open shot of my black lace thong. I heard him moan and I looked up to see him taking in my thong-covered pussy. I smiled at him as I looked back toward the hallway... and than turned to giggle as he continued to look. Instead of him moving in close to me, he intentionally moved away from me a bit, causing a separation that made me lean over considerably in order to share the book. The result was the top of my low cut dress falling open even more, revealing a skimpy black lace bra that exposed the top of my nipples. He enjoyed the show for at least ten minutes before he started to make a move. I had in this album only glamour shots and nothing less than a bikini on. I did have a few underwear poses but nothing wild or nude. When I did get to the underwear section, he said to me. "Move over here so I can see that better, I want to make sure I see all the good stuff!" I smiled and moved slightly and turned, making him look over my shoulder at the book. "This is the part I really wanted to see all night!" He whispered to me as I felt him move even closer. I giggled, acting as if I were a little embarrassed. "Oh Peter your bad! You like to see models in underwear?" "Well, sort of. What I really would like to watching would be you taking it off." I looked back toward the door still fighting that inter demon in me to get up and go to bed. "Oh I don't think Tim would want me to do that." "Marca I have known Tim... old pencil dick... since we were 18 and he is the dumbest thing in the world when it comes to sex and you know it better than anyone baby!" "Peter that is not nice... did you know Tim's first wife and little girl?" "Shit honey, every swinging dick knew his first wife... I lost count how many times I fucked her!" My mouth dropped open and I was in a daze. Peter went on to tell me that what Tim had told me about her was true, she was a preacher's daughter and had Tim believing that she was so pure. In the real world, she was fucking everything walking. Peter said she had told him she did not know who the baby belong to, she just knew Tim had nothing to do with making it. "Marca the woman was working in a topless bar when she had her first date with Tim. We paid her to have a blind date with shit head, after that he just kept coming back. Old Tim never went to a topless place therefore he never knew she worked in one. She told old dumb ass she could not date week nights and Sunday after church was OK to get a coke!" "My god you mean she was not this pure holier than thou person Tim has told me about!" "Marca all his friends tried to tell him that this was not the one, but he would not listen... hell we were all fucking her, everyone but her boyfriend! After the first date, she played him like a fiddle. Told him she had to be pure for him on her wedding night. After they were married, she told him they could only do it to have a child! Tim was a dumb shit when it comes to sex... motherfucker is a walking genius when it comes to making money!" Peter told me how she had came back from the honeymoon, laughing about him being a virgin and he buying into the act she put on about her being a virgin also. They did a boat cruise and she fucked two of the ships officers while on the 7 day outing. He went on to tell me how after the baby came, Tim would stay home with the child and play with it on Saturday so she could get a break and go shopping or go to some church thing on a Saturday morning. "Shit Marca she use to come over to my place and fuck me Saturday and I know of three others she spread her legs for on the weekend. I asked her once if she ever had a lover for the week day... she told me that they had a older neighbor, some old fart in his 50's that she fucked once a week!" "Marca the evening she and the baby were killed; she had been to see some horny big cock and while they fucked in his bedroom the baby played on the floor in his living room how do I know... she did that with me a few times when she could not get a baby sitter. Later that afternoon, she stop buy her mothers to have an alibi as to where she was. She called Tim knowing he was just getting home and said she was on her way." Do you know the full story how she was speeding and ran a red light, got hit by young teen that had a beer or two, under age? Tim has always told people she was killed by a drunk... the kid was not drunk! Pete told me that he did not think Tim ever got over it until one night a friend called him and said Tim had found someone who was helping him get a life... that would be me. "No one ever told Tim that the baby was not his... god he loved that little thing, no one has ever told him that he married a whore! She was one hell of a fuck... old short dick as she called him... just never could take care of her... she fucked every thing and anything but Tim!" While I was trying to grasp this (apparently true) new revelation, Peter had eased his hand down to the zipper on the back of my dress. As he continued to rub my neck with one hand, the other started bringing the zipper down in an excruciatingly slow descent. "Oh, Peter, you should not say thing like that about your best friend, that is my husband you are talking about He leaned over to barely press his lips to my neck as he spoke. He was speaking so low that, I could barely detect what he was saying. "You don't get any good sex with him honey and I know that... so you have got to be getting it else where!" I suddenly realized that he had unzipped me and he had really nailed me about the real Tim, because I suddenly shuddered and moved back against him. He did not miss the moment, forgoing the light kisses to bury his face in my neck. I turned my head slightly away from him, allowing him easy access to my soft areas there. He moved from my neck to my throat, I looked away with an open mouth and a shocked look on my face. I wanted this but I had to play out the part of saying no to this over sexed asshole. When he eased my dress down over my shoulders and down my arms, I decided to draw the line; will act as if I was. I pulled away from his mouth, but my dress was already down to my elbows and my breast pouring out of the top of the extremely flimsy bra. He had very little left to remove at this point. "You know we can't do this, Peter. I'm married." My protesting voice was soft but sincere. "I know." He gave me the response I needed to hear, but his lips went back to my neck and his hands moved slowly to gently cup both breast. I think I heard us both suck in our breath with the contact. "I am serious... we need to say goodnight and get to bed now!" I spoke with authority, placing my hands over his as he slowly massaged my breast. I made no attempt on my part, to remove them. "I know. I need to go." His fingers found my nipples, sliding them free of the bra and rolling them in his fingers. I closed my eyes and my head went back, unintentionally inviting his mouth to explore my neck even more. He moved his right hand from my breast and slid it slowly down my stomach. Rather than following his hand with on of my hands to stop him, I chose instead to use both my hands to try to dislodge his other hand from my breast. That distraction was all he needed. Moving his hand on down, he slowly spread open my legs. It gave him an unobstructed view of my thong. He stalled a minute to admire the view and to test my reaction. When there was none, he slid his hand under the thong and gently cupped my mound. I could feel his fingers under the flimsy cloth as they began a slow, steady rub. "No, Peter, please no." It was a half-hearted protest; as I reached down to remove his hand. Instead of taking his wrist to pull it away, I placed my hand on top of his. It did not deter or slow him in the least. Instead, it might have encouraged him as my hand continued to ride on top of his in a way that; could have been construed as my assisting and encouraging him. In any case, he found my clit and it was bringing the desired results I wanted. "No, Peter... please let me go... I need to go to bed!" I moaned id it more than spoke it. Ignoring my feeble protest, Peter moved off the couch, letting me lay back. Now he had full access to my mouth for the first time and took advantage of it, engaging me in a long, deep kiss that made me let out a little sound, and my legs spread slightly as my hips lifted to meet his busy fingers. "Please, Peter... we can't do this. You have to stop." The words were barely out of my mouth when he teased me with his lips again and I eagerly responded with my own. Than his mouth slid down to take in a nipple. He licked it at first, enclosing it with his lips, making me turn my head sharply and causing a definite upwards thrust of my body. He quickly pushed my bra up off my breast, gorging himself on them, opening his mouth wide and filling it, sucking on them very hard and very quickly as it came in and out of his mouth. "Oh my god my nipples... oh they're so hard... oh my... Tim might wake up... oh we need to stop!" My hand was still riding the top of his while his fingers now alternated between manipulating a hard clit and finger fucking my wet pussy. I had an appreciation of Peter. He was experienced and knew what I wanted. He pressed his luck, knowing he was in control. "How does it feel Marca? You like that baby... you need more of this... I bet you need a big cock... my big cock!" > Before he gave me a chance to answer, he gave me another long, deep kiss and than he took my breast in his mouth again and suck so hard it was almost painful and at the same time, he buried his fingers deep in my pussy and pounded them in and out. After fifteen or twenty seconds of this, he slowed and asked again. "How do you feel, Marca? You need a cock baby?" I knew the answer and he knew the answer. "Please don't talk like that, don't say that, don't, ask me that! Oh yes! It feels good." Peter interrupted his actions long enough to pull my dress completely off my arms and unclasped my bra to be discarded. It took only seconds for him to strip me from the waist up and his mouth was back on my nipples, moving from one nipple to the next. His hand moved from between my legs to grasp and very slowly started removing my panties, not jerking them off, but rather sliding them down a little bit at a time, going from one side of my legs to the other to inch them down. I lifted my ass slightly to accommodate the final removal of my thong as he slid them past my knees and on to the floor. "Oh Peter we got to be quite... we can't wake Tim!" He had me nude and laying out before him ready for the kill. "Get up on your knees." He pulled me up and over on my knees facing one end of the sofa. I followed his lead, placing my knees on the leather seat cushions. He leaned me over and placed my hands on the armrest of the sofa leaving me bracing myself in an upright position. My ass was waving in the air at the same level as his hips as he was standing. Peter did not waste time taking out his cock; standing to one side as he brandished it so I could see it. As it came into view, I let out a gasped and my mouth formed an O shape as I took in a deep breath as if I was ready to suck on it. Between his legs hung, a cock that I can only described as beautiful, just fucking beautiful! I had seen and had much larger shafts in my hand and up my pussy. I estimated that it must have been 8 to 9 inches long and a couple of inches across. It was not circumcised and as smooth as silk. His golf ball sized testicles hung loosely in their scrotum. I guessed that it was the total over all size of it that made it seem so attractive, that and the fact that his erect cock pointed in front of him like a spear ready to poke my pussy. I did not respond as I looked at his cock and then back at his face. "Do you like what you see... you want me"? All I could do was nod yes and look at his manhood, a real full-grown manhood. In his soft low tone, Peter gave me a two-word command, "blow me". I licked my lips... Inched forward just a tiny bit more on my knees, and extended my tongue. "Oh sweet Jesus... you are huge!" Twirling my tongue around the head, I slowly moved my lips forward to engulf the magnificent specimen in my mouth, filling my salivating oral cavity with a gorgeous thick throbbing cock. My lips encircled the thickness, feeling how it was both hard and soft at the same time. Sliding my lips down the thick pole, I used my tongue to search out every nuance of it, every vein and bump of the object filling my mouth. I knew I must be doing a good job when I heard Peter take in a sharp intake of breath... tighten the hold he had in my hair, and say "good girl... you've been wanting that all night, haven't you baby? I paused from my task to take my lips away for a brief second, and looking up at him, into his eyes. Right at that moment, I knew he had pegged me for the whore I was. The quiet way that Peter had controlled me up to now, the feeling that overwhelmed me as I knelt and sucked on his cock... the sheer intensity of the boldness that was him... all of that combined to show me that the aching void inside me was about to be filled. I looked up into those dark brown eyes and was barely able to express my agreement. Yes, this was what I wanted. Yes, I loved sucking dick, his dick. I was able to let out a murmured "yes... I love your dick, I love sucking your big dick" The overwhelming feeling was how, as I performed this act, how feminine I felt, how whore-like I wanted to be, how perfect this was. Peter took the opportunity to stand, and step out of his trousers and his boxer shorts, then sit back on the sofa; thighs spread wide and invite me to continue my oral duties. I hungrily shuffled into place and like a starving woman fell on the pink snake that protruded from his groin. My lips, mouth and tongue were working together to suckle and feed from the pink monster. My fingers slid up along his thighs, stroking the flesh before finding his balls and one hand weighed them, they were like hens eggs, filled with cream, cream I wanted to taste, cream I craved. My left hand (the one with my wedding ring on it) wrapped around the shaft as I pumped the thick long pole, and RAMMED my head down the shaft. Holding there for a moment as I gagged a little, then drew my lips, back... all the way to the end before SLAMMING back down, filling my throat with wonderful cock. I was a bitch in heat, with only one thought on my mind that was to give Peter the best blow job he had ever had. I flicked my tongue, I sucked the head, I licked the shaft, I tongued his balls, I took it into the back of my throat, I gave that cock a thorough oral examination!! My hands worked on the shaft and on his balls, I was so determined to have his cream in my mouth. If I thought, I had any say in what was going to happen, he had other plans, Peter tightened the grip in my dark curls, and than he stood, with my hair tight in his hand, he SLAMMED his cock into my mouth. Using my hair as his grip, he proceeded to fuck my face. I tried to rise from my place on my knees, but his sher strength kept me in place, I gazed up at him as he pummeled my mouth. I gripped his hips for support, and felt my heart beating faster and faster. He was getting verbal now. "You dirty little whore! You fucking love this; you need this as much as you need air. I am going to make you DROWN in my shit, you dirty whore... does Tim know he married a whore?" That was another discovery, how hot I get when a man talks "dirty" when he verbally humiliates me. I could feel my pussy was flowing freely, my head ready to explode, and then with a final PUSH into my throat, he held my head steady and started to PUMP his cum into my throat. I know it is a cliche, but there seemed to be gallons of it. I swallowed, I was used to swallowing, but nothing like this vast quantity, I seemed to be gulping and gulping as he kept pounding into my mouth, bruising my lips, making my throat ache, but at the same time making my heart and soul sore. Some of it leaked round the shaft and dripped out of the side of my mouth... onto my boobs, but II got most of it down my throat! Then he slowly pulled from my throat and mouth... I gulped in air, thankful to be able to breathe again, but a tiny drop of cum was still on the very tip of his cock, and leant forward to lick it off... god, so tasty! For some strange reason, I felt more than a little embarrassed at what had occurred. I had just sucked off my husband old school roommate. However, Peter was very matter of fact. He sat back down on the sofa, and looked at me, his eyes boring into my soul. "So does Tim know you were, are or you still a whore... I know he can't give you enough cock... tell me now you're a whore!" I stammered a little... his gaze was so penetrating... I knew that my life that I had hidden from Tim was out in the open for Peter. What was I to say... then I realized what the only thing I could say. "I still whore around." Peter reached out and took my hand and with that asshole smirk he said to me... "time for round two" He pushed, prodded and pulled me into a prone position, bent face down over the sofa. His strong hands slid up along the sides of my legs, and he SMACKED my ass. "While I am here, I don't EVER want to find you wearing panties, understand bitch? " I blushed and nodded my assent "yes Sir, I understand!" He spanked me again, twice on each cheek, I bit my lip and found his abuse to be so charged, making my pussy cream... "open your thighs bitch, lift your ass!" He moved in behind me and pressed himself in between my open legs. Moving his hips slightly back and forth, he asked me again "Marca baby, do you want it"? "Yes." I finally replied. "What do you want"? "I want you to give it to me." I tried to push back against him even as I said it. "I don't want to force you Marca, after all you are a married woman." He started pumping into me very slowly, his cock obviously just going in no more than just the head into my pussy with each stroke. There was a long hesitation. This asshole was definitely putting me on but making me beg for it, no man had made me do it this way before, shit he was good! I did not know the rules of this game and he did. I knew what he was actually looking for. He wanted me to ask for it and had the fortitude to wait me out; I had never had to do that. As the massive head began to enter my waiting pussy, the intense pressure I had first experienced with Peter, instantly developed in my pussy and rapidly progressed into a sharp pain. "No, wait a second you are a big man, we need to go a little slower." With that, Peter ever so slowly inched more and more of his magnificent manhood up my longing love tunnel, giving me the warm feeling of fullness I so desperately needed to feel and secretly longed for since I had been with only Tim this past week. "Oh this is so good oh god yes this is it... you are so big... it is so wonderful!" He buried it in me now; long strokes going all the way in as he held my hips with both hands. He would bring his cock all the way out then reentering me all the way with each stroke. I turned my face so he could see it and I wanted him to see how I was ready to climax. My face was contorted, mouth open, trying my best to suppress my groans. Shameless and wanton, I continued to roll my hips with each stroke he made into my love nest. I could feel my pussy clenching and unclenching, involuntarily, around his invasive tool just as it hand clenched and unclenched around my many big cock lovers over the years. He stopped and pulled all the way out, stepping back slightly exposing his huge hard-on waving in the air. I could not believe it! He was going to ruin it for me he was stopping. "Marca I think you are right it is getting late. I really should go to bed." "No my god no you can't stop... not now!" I was still on my knees, leaning forward and burying my face in the cushions on the back of the sofa. My hips were rocking back and forth slowly as if he were still in me. "You don't want me to stop"? My silence only brought a smile to his face. "I should go, Marca. You know we should not be doing this." He was almost laughing at me. "No." The cushion my face rested in stifled my voice. "What was that"? He leaned over and barely pressed the head of his shaft into me. "Please I need it... don't stop... please." "What do you want, Marca?" "I want you." "You want me to what"? He was going to press this all the way. "Oh god give me some sex... make love to me." "Make love to you... did you say make love? You are married, Marca. You fucking whore... what do you want, then"? "God damn it you big cock bastard fuck me! I need a big cock to fuck me!" "Well, if you think it's okay." He took his hands off my hips and slapped my right ass chek with his right hand leaning over so that he could pinch my nipples with his left. The reaction he hoped for came in the form of a low, prolonged groan from me as I pressed back against him. "Fuck my pussy, Peter. I want you deep in my pussy." "Baby I just changed my plans... I am going to stay and visit with old Tim for the rest of the week and fuck you at least twice a day if not more!" I turned my head back and looked at him giving him a sly smile that told him I approved of his change in plans. He slapped my ass a few more whacks and than whispered in my ear as he humped my hot love tunnel. "Marca baby you fuck only me while I am here... Tim does not get any ass, you understand?" With my head down and pushing, back to meet his thrust I nodded my head yes and in a low voice said. "Your pussy only... yes I understand... this is your ass all next week... he won't get any... I promise!" to be continued... Marca40DD@aol.com 2041 1.23/512345

Exposing Katie 016

We're the sort of people that treat the property surrounding our house as an extension of the rooms to our house. We've created gardens that fill every corner to create outdoor rooms and paths. In time, as things grow larger, we will have our own little oasis in the midst of civilization. Living in town, it is the only real way to get some privacy outdoors. Normally, our gardening tapers off during the heat of the Summer. Typically each year there is a slow buildup after the holidays as we can see the end of Winter coming and we start our planning. Time is spent looking through seed and nursery catalogs, making lists and plans for annuals and any new perennials or larger plants. Then we start checking to see what will be available locally and what will have to be ordered. Orders are placed, plans are refined, and we begin to start our seeds in the basement under the gro-lamps. Then as the cold weather recedes, we are in a flurry of activity through the Spring as we clean up our planting beds and gardens, put down mulch, and plant our new additions. Usually by June we are winding down on things as we head into the heat of the Summer. Hopefully everything is established as the weather gets drier. At that point it is more a matter to tending to things, some weeding, and watering during the driest periods. Then in the Fall we get back into things, cleaning up things for Winter and doing some Fall planting as well. The Summer had turned out wetter than normal and we had a couple areas that we wanted to do some things with that we had not gotten around to in the Spring. A couple evening conversations led us to plan another trip to the garden center with some ideas and some items to look for. Although it was unspoken, it was on both our minds that this would be the first time that we would be back to the garden center since Katie got the chance to wander around the greenhouses topless. I had little doubt that they would remember us, but I wasn't exactly sure how they would react to seeing us again. Not that I expected them to complain if Katie came by to disrobe in front of them once again. Just that the first time we had the element of surprise. I wasn't sure if now that they knew what to expect whether it would make them bold and lead to any potential problems. I could tell that Katie did not share my concern and was actually eager to put herself on display again. It was a little amazing to think that there was a time that she would never have even considered doing such a thing. Actually, there was a time that she was uncomfortable being naked around me if I paid too much attention to her. And then to go through the stages and watch as she would do it but only to humor me and then as it progressed to the point that she actually took pleasure in it for herself. She had definitely come a long way! The way she saw it was that they had treated her politely the last time and she figured that they were smart enough that they would most likely continue to mind their manners because they would realize that any problems would quickly put an end to the show as well as any future shows. That made sense, but there was also the chance that someone would get greedy and want more. I decided I'd go along with Katie's instincts on the matter while keeping alert for any signs of trouble. It did not take Katie long to prepare for our trip, basically because there was not a whole lot that she had to put on. Forgoing any undergarments whatsoever, she put on a one piece sleeveless denim dress that reached mid-thigh and zipped up the front and then slipped on her white sneakers. The dress was modest, your typical soccer mom type fare. But the zipper all the way down the front made it quite simple to get daring. Our trip to the garden center was made without incident. Katie did take the opportunity to tease me a bit by unzipping herself to give me a view of her breast and pert little nipple. She went so far as to tug on it and tweak it to bring it to full arousal. When we got to our destination, she made sure to swing her legs wide so that I got a good glimpse up her dress to her cutely trimmed pussy as I held the door of the truck open for her, just in case I had forgotten that she was not wearing panties. I had a feeling that some people were in for quite a show this afternoon! We entered the garden center and began browsing without incident. Despite having this conducive weather, the place was pretty deserted. I guess that people were just not thinking about gardening out of force of habit more than anything. That worked to our benefit, though. Less chance of "civilians" seeing our show and complaining to anyone or otherwise interfering. We were probably there for ten or fifteen minutes before one of "our" guys happened to walk by and see us. He got a smile on his face that pretty much said that his day had just gotten a whole lot better and I watched as he sized up Katie's outfit before coming over to say hello and ask if he could help us. Katie gave him one of her best sweet smiles and launched into a discussion of paperbark maples, river birches, wintergreen, and assorted perennials to complement the specimen plantings. To his credit, he seemed to shake off his thoughts of Katie's outfit and what may hide beneath it and concentrate on what items Katie was listing and where the plants were located. He suggested that we look at some of the larger items first and then work back towards the smaller fill-in items which would give us more variety to work with and pointed the way to start out. As I said in the last story about this place, it is not your nice, orderly, sterile suburban garden center but rather a sprawling complex of greenhouses, sheds, barns, and open areas in between. Most of their business is from commercial landscapers and the more serious amateur gardeners, so you don't exactly have all the nice displays and careful signs to let you know where items are and what exactly they are when you find them. Sort of like exploring an old country general store where you never quite know what you'll find tucked in some corner or up on some shelf. I trailed along as he led Katie towards the back to the trees. She was talking about how she liked the bark texture of the two trees and how the evergreen of the wintergreen would complement the stark bare trunks in winter. But she was undecided on which one of the two trees would work best in the location she had in mind. He asked about the siting for the trees and she described the low hill backing up along a rocky area along the driveway where we planned to plant things. He asked the usual questions about how much sun the area received, soil types, and such. Her description of good soil, but on the dry side led him to suggest a river birch as the paperbark maples required moister conditions. As they talked, he led us out through the greenhouses to the open areas where they had the trees and larger bushes heeled in until someone bought them. We passed a couple of the other guys that we recognized from our last visit. You could see them perk up when they recognized Katie and I also noticed a few nods from the guy with us to his coworkers. Probably to let them know that he'd do his best to let them know if anything was happening this time or possibly just to acknowledge that he was "the man" for spotting us first. He led us to the trees and showed us a few samples of the river birch and then we walked further on to see some of the paperbark maples. For those of you unfamiliar with them, these trees have bark that flakes off as it grows. It isn't much of an issue during the summer, but during the winter it makes for an interesting spectacle. Katie had examined several examples of both types of tree as we stopped at each, genuinely interested in them but also giving the guy a chance to look her over as she was looking the trees over. The denim was too thick to see the shape of nipples or anything through it and it wasn't tight enough to really show off her curves, but that did not stop him from taking the opportunity to check out her ass when she bent over or to try to look down the front when she was facing him. Katie straightened up from looking at one paperbark maple and caught him doing his best to look down the top of her dress. It wasn't like she didn't know he would be trying. Heck, it wasn't like she wasn't giving him ample opportunity to look either! She had started to ask him a question about the tree but then paused and asked him his name, explaining that it was sort of awkward to carry on a conversation when she could only refer to the other person as "you" all the time. He introduced himself as Andy and Katie introduced herself and me. With the formalities aside, she continued with her question. As she did so, she reached up and "absentmindedly" slowly drew the zipper to her dress down a few inches. It had been zipped the whole way up, completely to the base of her neck. She did not even lower it the whole way to the tops of her breasts, but Andy's eyes were drawn like a magnet to her actions. As he continued to stare, Katie just trailed off on what she was saying and paused with her hand still on her zipper to see what he was going to do. After a moment of total silence, Andy finally managed to tear his eyes off of the small sliver of exposed flesh below her neck and meet her eyes. When their eyes met, he stammered out an apology while her eyes sparkled and a smile started to form on her lips. Katie's smile grew as she asked him if she was distracting him. He started to try to deny that there was any problem, but even then his eyes drifted back to her hand at the zipper a couple times and only managed to stammer a bit more. Finally he just gave up. Katie let out a little giggle at that. "I'm sorry," she told him. "I'm not making fun of you but it's kinda funny how easily guys are distracted. I really don't mind you looking, but it can be a little unnerving to be stared at so intently. I was just getting a bit warm out in the sun here and wanted to get a little air." As if to illustrate her point, she fanned her face a bit with her other hand. Her right hand still had not strayed from the zipper, though, and I have to admit that it was keeping my attention as well. What came next wasn't all that surprising to me considering that nobody else was around and Katie had come here fully planning to show off. "Tell you what," she said. "Since it seems to me that the problem is that you're afraid of what you might miss seeing if you look away at the wrong moment, perhaps I should just give you a little look and then it would be over with and we could get on with our business. Does that sound good to you?" She said this all very sweetly, like it was the most sensible thing to suggest she do given the circumstances. Not at all condescendingly or with any attitude towards him. All Andy could do was nod silently as his eyes once again went back to her zipper. Katie drew the zipper down, not so slowly as to be a tease but also not so quickly that it was like she just wanted to whip them out. I guess "purposefully" would be a good description. She drew the zipper down far enough below her breasts to gain access and then took each side of the dress in her hands. With a little movement to shrug the dress off her shoulders a bit, she opened it up to show off her breasts. Despite her calm demeanor, I could tell the level of her excitement by how her nipples stood out and how her aureolas were all crinkled up. She let us both take a good long look before pulling her dress back together and pulling the zipper back up. I noticed that she left the zipper pretty low, just above the mid-point of her breasts and I had a feeling that her display was not going to completely solve Andy's attention issues because her dress was sure to gape open when she bent over now. "There you go, Andy. Is that better?" she asked him. Andy seemed a bit at a loss as to how to react to all this, but stammered out a thank you and apologized for his earlier staring. Katie replied that he should not let it concern him too much, that she took it as a complement that he was interested in looking at her and that as long as he was polite, courteous, and respectful she had no problems in letting him look. "If you said that you liked my dress, I'd take that as a complement. I don't see why I shouldn't take it as a complement if you say that you like, ummm, 'other things'..." she said with a smile. Andy seemed to get his voice back and assured her that he most certainly did like her "other things" and that he very much appreciated her giving him the opportunity to see them. He also told her that he thought that she was pretty cool for the way that she viewed the situation. As an afterthought he turned to me and thanked me for being understanding and allowing it to happen. He sort of stammered a bit trying to think of what to thank me for, but I guess that "understanding" was as good as anything. At this rate, we were never going to get the plantings that we needed. Thankfully, Katie turned things back to her questions about the tree. Andy seemed to get over his distraction and did a good job of answering our questions. Based on what he had told us about the river birch doing better in dry conditions, Katie said that sounded like the best deal for us so we headed back over to those trees to find one or two that suited us. We looked their stock over but the selection available was not that great. Andy suggested that we select what we liked here and then we could also go back and see if they had any others available in the stuff that had just come in. So we selected two containers that Katie felt she could be satisfied with and Andy pulled some flagging tape from his pocket and tied it around a branch on each one to show that they had been sold. Just about that time, two more of the guys came strolling our way. They were guys that I recognized from the last time, so I wasn't too surprised to see them come by to see if anything was going on. Truthfully, I was a little surprised that it had taken this long for anyone else to check in on us. Considering our adventures the last time, I half expected everyone who worked there to be following us around as soon as we walked in the place. I took it as a good sign that they were being casual about things. They acted like they were just passing through and did not expect to happen across us. In truth, I'm sure that they had been all over the place looking for us. But once they saw us they came on over to say hello, rather than pretend that they did not know us or something. They stood off a little bit from us and from the way that they were glancing at Katie and then at Andy, it was obvious that their unspoken question was whether anything was going on or had happened yet. Andy took the initiative, telling them that we were looking at the river birches and then introduced everyone to one another. The two newcomers were introduced as Steve and Aaron. They seemed to take the introductions somewhat awkwardly. I wasn't exactly sure if they thought we were taking names and they were going to get into some sort of trouble or if they found it uncomfortable to actually know us after they had seen Katie's boobs. If either situation was the case, I cannot say that I understood it. As far as getting into trouble, Katie was the one that had taken her top off so I don't see how it would make sense that they would be the ones getting in trouble. If they felt awkward knowing us after seeing Katie's boobs, that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me either. Although, a coworker had once related to me a story about how his whole evening at a strip club had been ruined for him when it turned out that he had gone to high school with one of the strippers and she recognized him. I was never quite clear on whether it was just the fact that someone had "caught" him at the club or if it was the fact that he had to face the idea that the stripper was an actual person that had bothered him. More likely it had something to do along the lines of the latter issue considering that it was fairly common knowledge that he frequented the club regularly. I guess that it is part of that whole idea of "objectifying" women that is confusing to me. I guess that I see a woman as a whole person whether she has clothes on or not. Further, I see the fact that she would allow me to see her naked as something special that she is willing to share with me, not something dirty that would cause me to not want to know her personally. As it turned out, I'm pretty sure that it was along the lines of the latter point. Somehow that it was easier to gawk at a stranger, but once she is someone's spouse, sister, or daughter it is harder to objectify her. Which could actually be a good thing if it meant that it would make them more considerate of boundaries. Andy was explaining to them what we were looking for and said that we would probably require some help when it came time to load everything up. As they were talking, Katie was checking out a few of the other trees to make sure that she had picked the ones that she definitely wanted. Steve and Aaron must not have been too embarrassed about checking out women that they knew because when Katie bent over to look at the one tree they were definitely taking the opportunity to check her out. I was pretty sure that Katie was doing her "checking" for their benefit. Andy noticed his friends' glances and proved that he was a quick study. "Hey, guys, show some respect," he said. "If you like what you see, complement the lady and perhaps you'll get a closer look rather than having to sneak glances down her top." As I had said, Katie had been doing her best to act like she was checking on the trees and that she was unaware of both the view that she was giving as well as the fact that anyone was paying attention. Andy's comment drew her back into the conversation though. "I'm not exactly sure why you'd be trying to look down my top," she said. "There's very little to see there down there, literally!" As if to emphasize her point, she pulled her top away from her body and looked down at herself. Nobody else could see anything, but I knew that she was completely bare underneath while Andy knew that she was at least bare to the waist and the other two could pretty much infer from her body language that she was looking at skin instead of a bra. "It's not the quantity, but the quality that counts," Andy chimed in. I was going to have to watch that kid, he had already learned a few lessons about being a smooth talker! Katie gave him a smile and told him that he was sweet, but asked (somewhat rhetorically) if they really were that interested in seeing her body. She pointed out that they had all seen her before (not mentioning how recently Andy had seen her) and reiterated that there wasn't all that much to see. I think that they all should have realized from the last time that Katie was perfectly willing to get out of her clothes with a little encouragement. The guys were finally overcoming their awkwardness and embarrassment because they began to offer complements and encouragement to her. They promised to keep an eye out for anyone coming our way, that they definitely appreciated seeing her body, and that she should just make herself comfortable. The last was said quite earnestly, like their foremost concern was for her comfort and well-being. I'm sure that they had no idea of the extent to which Katie of all people did not really need to be convinced that she would be more comfortable out of her clothes. However, it seemed to work best to let them think that they had talked her into it. Katie gave them all another of her warm, sunny smiles and thanked them for making her feel at ease. She admitted that it was a bit warm, but regretted that she could not repeat her previous actions since her outfit was a one piece today. I was a little surprised that none of the guys took the hint and suggested that she just take the complete outfit off. Even though they did not know that she had nothing on underneath, surely the thought of her running around in her underwear should have crossed their minds. I know that it certainly crossed mine! Even though I knew she didn't have any panties on, I could picture her running around the greenhouses in just a pair of white panties. So she agreed to open the top of her dress up some more, saying that it would be more comfortable for her and would also allow them to "appreciate the view" as she put it. Everyone's eyes followed her hand as it went once again to the zipper and purposefully drew it downward. The zipper had just reached about the mid-point of her breasts when her eyes flicked past us. Her hand continued downward, but she had released the zipper and acted as though she was just brushing something off the front of her dress. I took a quick glance and saw that another couple had entered the area. They did not look to be much older than us, but you could tell from their appearance that they would object to our little games. The way they were a little too clean cut and overweight just spoke volumes towards the idea that they let the right wing form their opinions for them. The guys took a moment to realize what was going on, but quickly understood the situation. Steve and Aaron hurriedly said their goodbyes and moved along. Too many people standing around would just look suspicious and whatever trouble we could get in for our games, we did not want to get the guys in trouble with their bosses if customers started complaining. Aaron headed off while Steve wandered over to the other couple to see if they needed any help. I did take note that Katie made no move to pull the zipper back up. She wasn't indecent as she stood, but I could see that it would gape away from her body if she bent over. Andy collected his thoughts and suggested that we head off to look at other plants. Katie had mentioned wintergreen as an evergreen ground-cover below the trees, but said that she was open to suggestions. She liked the idea of the color of the leaves and berries in the winter as well as the idea of the wintergreen flavor. Andy led us through buildings and open spaces, passing only a few people on the way. I'd be able to find our way back out of the place but as is often the case when following someone I was getting a little lost in all the twists and turns. Andy finally brought us to a halt in an outside area nestled into the corner between two buildings. There was a little waterfall feature backed into the corner with a display of various plantings around it and then pots of plants situated on "bleacher" shelves to either side of that. Andy pointed out the pots of wintergreen and also went over some other options, pointing out mediterranean heathers, and a dwarf holly or two that he thought might work well for us. Katie and I were looking at the various shrubs while Andy was pointing things out. Katie turned and caught my attention without alerting him. Unobtrusively she had lowered the zipper well below her breasts. It was not the whole way to her navel, but about to the bottom of her rib cage. She was just standing upright when she first caught my attention. The dress was pulled apart a bit at the top and then the strip of exposed flesh vee-ed down to the zipper. You really could not see the curve of her breasts in the narrow gap. As I was watching her, she first turned slightly to the side and bent over to let the dress fall way from her body to give me a view inside her dress to her breast. Then she turned back towards me, still bent over, and arched her back slightly. It gave just enough of a view down the front that I could see a bit of her pubic hair and tell that she wasn't wearing panties. With her point proven, she straightened back up with a smile on her face and Andy none the wiser for the moment. Andy finished his spiel and stepped back again to let us look at things and see if we had any questions. Katie moved forward and began examining the various plants. At first she was turned away from Andy and me as she bent over, so other than an excellent view of her ass there was not too much to see. But then as she asked a question she swiveled a bit sideways to look back at us and we were presented with an excellent view of her one breast as her dress hung away from her body. She paid us no mind as we stared and Andy was able to continue to answer her questions as he took in the view. She continued to toy with us as she examined the plants and asked Andy questions. She made sure to bend over often and in such a way that her dress would hang open and we would get a view of one or the other of her breasts. We were all having fun with our little game. The rules were unspoken, but it was fairly apparent that everyone understood them. Katie was showing off as much as she possibly could without admitting that she was aware that she was exposing herself or that we were watching while Andy and I were doing our best to pretend we weren't seeing anything out of the ordinary while taking it all in. We were all doing pretty well with our roles until Katie upped the ante a little bit. She had been bending over while facing to one side or the other from us such that we could look into her dress from the side. She had also managed to ease her zipper down a bit more without calling attention to the fact that she was doing so and we could see her breast and down along her belly quite a ways. So it was a little ludicrous to really believe that she didn't know she was exposing anything or that we were seeing anything. But she had wandered around topless before and then exposed her breasts to Andy and literally let him know that it was ok for him to look at them, so it sort of made sense in our little game that there wasn't anything amiss with what was going on. But up until now it had only been her breasts. And although I am sure that Andy thought about seeing more, he was probably pretty pleased just that he was seeing this much. So when Katie finally turned toward us, I knew what was coming and turned my attention to Andy to see what his reaction was going to be while keeping Katie in the corner of my eye to judge when to expect his reaction and to know what he was seeing. Katie took her time, doing everything in her unhurried manner. When she finally bent over again to look at one of the plants I don't think that Andy expected to see much when he glanced at her because it was obvious that her breasts would not be exposed to a frontal view. When she continued to bend lower, I could see his eyes begin to drift down. Probably thinking he'd get a chance to see what color panties she was wearing. He gave a visible start when her little patch of pubic hair came into view. Looking down from the top, it was impossible to see much of anything of her actual pussy, but it let him know that except for her dress and shoes she was completely naked. With the course that her zipper had already taken from being fully zippered down to its present location near her navel, it didn't take too much imagination to see it dropping the rest of the way. Still bent over, Katie asked Andy a question about the plant that she was looking at and then looked up at him. Again, he seemed unable to take his eyes off of her so they remained locked in their staring contest for several moments. Her looking up at him and him looking down at her, although his focus was not on her eyes but rather down past them, down through the valley between her breasts, down past her belly, to that tuft of hair that was visible between her legs. Finally Katie cleared her throat and Andy was able to drag his focus back to her face. "Am I distracting you again?" she asked sweetly. "Is there something else you would like to have a better look at?" Andy mumbled and stuttered a few times before he managed to croak out that he did not realize that Katie did not have panties on. "Dear boy," she said with just a trace of good-natured sarcasm. "The whole point of a dress is that it is less constricting. Now you already know that I don't really need any support upstairs anyway, but there definitely isn't anything to support downstairs. So it's just more comfortable not to wear them, I rarely do." I wondered if that last bit would sink in for future reference - that she rarely had any underwear on. She slowly straightened up and his eyes strayed back to catch a last look at her tuft of pubic hair before it disappeared. Katie repeated her question. "Is there something that you would like a better look at?" she asked Andy. Andy finally seemed to get himself together again and said that he would love to see whatever she felt comfortable showing. She smiled at him and said that having only about the last foot of zipper done up didn't really do much to cover her and it did seem a bit pointless to not just undo her dress completely. This time, when her hand reached her zipper, she drew it down more quickly than the past two times as though clearly stating that it was no big deal. Almost as though she was wondering why it was still fastened in 4452 1.60/512345

The Black Magician

The Black Magician It was Saturday night at the bar we always went to on weekends, a small neighborhood bar that caters to the swinging crowd. My wife Amy wore skin-tight blue jeans and a silk button down blouse. We were sitting at a small table with another couple that we play darts with and had been drinking for a few hours, when we noticed a black guy in his mid thirties, wearing a tuxedo trimmed in gold, which was seriously over-dressed for this place. Before long, the black guy was standing about five feet away from our table, sort of swaying to the music and smoking a pipe. We were all keeping an eye on him because he seemed rather strange. When the next song came on, this guy blew out a large puff of smoke and began performing magic tricks that were quite good. He would make small balls appear and disappear in the smoke, then multiply and disappear again. Before long we were all cheering, as were all the other patrons near our table, the guy was amazingly good. After performing for a short time, he walked up to our table and asked my wife for the napkin her drink was sitting on. He tore the napkin in tiny little pieces, then unfolded it into a dollar bill, which he held out to Amy and said "this is for you" but backed away when she reached for it so she would have to stand, then held it above his head so she would have to get close and reach up for it. When she was close enough, he hugged her and gave her a small peck on the mouth. He sat at our table and introduced himself as Richard, and told us that he is a professional magician that performs at various clubs downtown, and figured that his talent would help him meet people. The girls told him that we had been watching him because he was so over-dressed and was acting out of place. Richard said that was exactly the reaction he was trying for. After finishing the drink we bought him, he went on to mingle with others in the bar, and we resumed playing darts. We could hear clapping from other areas of the bar, so we knew he was performing for those that didn't see the show he did for us. Amy, now well relaxed from her drinking, un-buttoned the top three buttons on her shirt so she could tease the guys. She likes it when guys get creative in ways to watch her play darts, she knows that when she leans forward to throw, her shirt opens just enough for a quick glimpse. We played several games that night, and Richard stopped back at our table several times to talk, mostly to Amy, then would go out and mingle again. He acted like he was coaching her on the game, but we all knew he was trying to get a look inside her shirt. When we decided to take a break from playing, we all sat at the table and ordered another round. Joe commented on Amy having her own personal coach during the game, and how he seemed real interested in her winning. We all laughed because we knew her winning wasn't what he was watching. Amy said that he kept asking her to dance, saying that he saw her and Rose dancing to fast songs between games, and he could see that she's a very good dancer. She said that she thought about it, but then got a little nervous because Richard has the quick hands of a magician. Richard joined us again at our table, and was persistent, so Amy eventually agreed to dance with him. I watched them on the dance floor and his hands never left her hips. Every time a slow song came on, Richard would ask Amy to dance, and after the first couple I stopped watching and went back to playing darts. Amy and Richard danced several times that night, at times they didn't even leave to floor between songs. Toward the end of the evening, the five of us were at the table, and Richard said that he has an X rated card trick. He took a deck from his pocket, shuffled the cards, proved that it was a real deck, then asked Amy to pick one. She pulled out a joker and showed it to all of us without Richard seeing what it was. When the card she chose was returned to the deck, Richard shuffled them again, then placed the deck on the table and showed us that there was nothing in his hands or up his sleeves. Amy was sitting sideways on my lap, Richard leaned forward with his hands on her knees, pushed her legs open wide and placed his mouth on the crotch of her jeans. When he sat back up, the card she chose was rolled up between his teeth. Everyone loved that trick, and Richard said that he has a triple X rated version of the trick, but couldn't do it because Amy was wearing jeans. When final call for alcohol was announced, we all said goodnight and left. As soon as we were in the car for our long drive home, I could see that Amy was horny and wanted to play, because she was getting undressed. She loves to ride home naked, and have me pass semi's so she can tease the drivers. I said that I couldn't believe that Richards card trick made her that horny. She said that wasn't all Richard did, and that she warned me that he had those quick hands. I told her that I watched for the first couple dances, and he seemed like a perfect gentleman. She laughed and said that Richard knew I was watching so he only moved his hands when they would turn, and one side was out of the direct line of sight from our table. He would move his hand up her side and play with her nipple through her shirt. She said this went on during those dances that he knew I was watching. Amy said that when I went back to darting, not paying that much attention to them, Richard became a little more aggressive, he started sliding his hand inside her shirt and was feeling her bare tits during the entire dance. During the last few dances, one hand was inside her shirt and the other was on her ass, pulling her tight against him, so tight that she could feel his hard-on rubbing on her belly, and when his mouth was on her crotch for the card trick, he was licking her jeans. Between hearing what all happened, and playing leap frog with a truck, I was horny as hell when we made it home, and we had fantastic sex while discussing it all. We continued going to the bar on weekends, but hadn't seen Richard there for a few months. One Saturday night, Amy wore a short pleated skirt and a pull over knit sweater that showed her tits through the material. She was horny before we even left the house, and in the mood to play hard. At the bar, she was teasing guys and even flashed a few while we were playing darts with Joe and Rose. After a few hours of drinking and playing, Richard walked in and joined us at our table. I had decided not to pay any attention that night, but was getting more and more excited knowing that Amy would be telling me everything that happened on the drive home. It was a long night of drinking, darting and dancing, and Richard invited us back to his house after the bar closed, but we declined his offer. Amy was horny all evening, so I knew I would be in for a fun ride home, but this time she seemed to be making me wait to hear what happened. As luck would have it, there was a semi truck passing the ramp as we were getting on, so I pulled in behind him and instructed Amy to take all of her clothes off. Once naked and reclined in the seat, she started fingering herself and I slowly passed the truck, which quickly matched our speed, so we knew he could see her. With the truck at our side, Amy began telling me that during the first dance, Richard slid his hand up her shirt and was feeling her tits, but on the second dance, his hand went up the front of her skirt, he whispered that he wanted to feel her panties, and said "oh shit" when he felt that she wasn't wearing any. Amy and Richard only danced four or five times that night, but his hand was up her skirt, petting her pubic hair during most of them. She said that he kept trying to slip his hand between her legs on the dance floor, but she kept closing them so he couldn't. At one point she had to go downstairs to the rest room, and encountered a long line, she knew she would never hold out that long, so she decided to check the men's room, which was down a long hallway and around the corner from the woman's room. Amy said as she approached the door, Richard was coming out and told her that there was nobody inside, so she asked him to guard the door so she could go. While in the stall, Amy saw the outside door close, and figured that Richard closed it because other men were trying to get in, but when she opened the stall door, Richard was standing there. He turned her around and pulled her back toward him, then one hand went up her shirt and with the other, he lifted her leg so that her foot was on the toilet seat, then began kissing her neck and fingering her. She said that Richard wanted to fuck her right there in the stall, but they heard the voices of men coming down the hall, so they quickly left and returned to the table. Amy said that even at the table Richard was petting her pussy while talking to the rest of us, and a couple times when she didn't think anyone was watching, she spread her legs and he fingered her. Amy said that she had three orgasms at the bar with the magicians hand between her legs. Once at home in bed, I asked her what she would have done if those men didn't come down the hall? She said that It was hard to explain, but the touch of the magicians hands seemed almost like there were vibrations entering into her body, he knew exactly how to touch her. She said "as horny as I was, I guess I would have been fucked by a black magician". Our relationship with Richard progressed in the months to come, with more fondling on the dance floor and petting under the table, but it was kept at that point for the most part. Then one night we stopped at the bar after a party we had gone to, Amy was wearing a black silk top with ruffles, and a matching skirt. A little over dressed for the bar, but it was a fancy party we had been at. As soon as we walked in, Richard was right there buying our drinks, then walked us back to the table where our crowd was. It was a crowded night, but Richard did manage a couple dances with Amy before the place closed. On the drive home, Amy said that Richard was acting strange on the dance floor, that he was holding her tight and telling her how pretty she was, but didn't "touch" like he usually does, that he must have had something on his mind, he seemed pre-occupied. We found very little traffic on the highway that night, and not a truck insight. Amy questioned why I took the on-ramp to a different highway, and I told her that I want to try something new. About 20 minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of a motel, just off the highway, and told Amy that we already have a reservation. Amy asked why I chose this place, and I explained that they show in-room porno movies all night long. As we entered the room, we found a large television, a king size bed with a huge mirror on the wall next to it, an easy chair, and a bathroom. We sat on the bed for a little while watching a porno flick, when Amy said she was going to the bathroom, I picked up the phone and said that I would order a six pack of beer from room service. When she returned, we watched the movie for about fifteen minutes and I kept trying to get her to strip, but she knew room service would be there soon and refused. When the knock on the door finally came, Amy said it was about time, and opened the door. To her absolute shock, there stood Richard holding the six pack. Amy just stood there shocked, Richard finally had to walk around her to get into the room. Amy was visibly shaken by Richard being there, but calmed down when he handed her a beer and we assured her that nothing would happen that she didn't want to happen. The three of us sat up on the bed drinking and talking during two movies before things began to turn serious. I could tell she was ready by the way she was breathing, so I slid my hand up her shirt and started playing with her tits while kissing her. When I was sure she was worked up enough, I said that we were being rude to our guest, and removed her shirt. Richard and I took turns kissing her and sucking her tits for a while, then Richard went to the end of the bed and removed her shoes, then nylons, and finally her skirt. With Amy now completely naked on the bed, I got undressed and put my cock in her mouth, and Richard began licking her pussy. Before Amy could orgasm, Richard, now naked too, moved to the top of the bed and guided her mouth to his cock. I moved her so that her ass was up, and fucked her doggy style, cumming all over her back. After I came, I decided to sit in the chair to enjoy the show, and watched as Richard rolled Amy over onto her back, lifted her legs up, and fucked her very hard, cumming all over her belly. I can't begin to explain the excitement that I felt watching a large black cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy, or her visible signs of ecstasy while he was doing her. I either fell asleep or passed out after watching Richard cum on her, and didn't wake up until around nine the next morning. When I gained my senses, Richard was gone, and Amy was on the bed sleeping naked. I crawled into bed and woke her up, we talked for a little while about how exciting it was for both of us, and I commented that I couldn't believe Richard was gone, he didn't even say goodbye. Amy said that he most certainly did say goodbye, at least to her. She said that he woke her up around 6:00 after taking a shower, and said that he was going to leave without disturbing us, but seeing her naked body on the bed made him horny again and he wanted more. Amy told him that she was sore from last night, but when he kissed her and put his magic hand on her pussy, her legs just opened right up again. She said that Richard climbed on top of her and slid his hard cock inside her. She said that she didn't think it would happen, but he fucked her so hard that the had three more orgasms before he finished, cumming on her belly again. Amy said that when Richard had finished with her, he went to the bathroom for a damp wash cloth, which he used to clean her up, then kissed her and thanked her for the best time he has ever had. 5525 1.55/512345

Jane Becomes A Slut

JANE BECOMES A SLUT I met my current wife Jane over the Internet. At the time we were both married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and needless to say my sexual energies were pent up beyond belief. An occasional wank in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was par for the course. Jane was married a very conservative man as well who essentially wanted missionary sex twice a week. Jane and I had an online affair for 3 months and in those three months we explored our wildest sexual fantasies online. I guess we thought we would never meet so we let ourselves go online. I use to write Jane emails beginning a fantasy and ask her to finish them. Boy, did she ever finish them. One of my fantasies was to be Dominate over Jane and make her do slutty things. One fantasy I began was taking Jane into a seedy club and having her suck some guy off in front of everyone on the club. Well, Jane finished the fantasy by sucking off every guy in the club. One day we decided to meet for real. We met for a lunch and Jane was even prettier then her pictures and cam shots she sent me. She was a tall Blonde with great legs and an ass to die for. We got a hotel room that afternoon and the sparks flied. The sex was wild. She loved sucking my cock and taking it up the ass while I spanked her. I had never met a woman so sexually free. We kept meeting and on several occasions we talked about her previous lovers and how they fucked her. Jane admitted to me she had met several men online for quick affairs but always stopped them. For some reason the thought other men fucking this hot slut just turned me on like crazy. Remember at the time I was the Dominate one and really did not think I was a cuckold. I had never dominated anyone in my life but I had developed this online persona with Jane and now was playing it out in real life. It turned out that one of the men Jane seen had been a tall black guy with a large cock. Jane said he was Dominate as well and one time he took her to a hotel room and fucked her in front of three of his friends although they had never been allowed to join in, he did let them jack off on her. I asked her if she liked it and was surprised when she answered definitely. She said she stopped it after that because she was nervous as to what he might want her to do next. That afternoon (we both could slip away from work in the afternoons) the sex was even better than before, I kept telling her what a slut she was and she replied by telling me how my cock didn't even come close to his huge black cock. Two weeks later during sex, that's all we did, she bought up the subject of her black lover. She said that although she loved fucking me especially the way I could get deep into her ass, something he never could have done (he was too big), she still fantasized about him. Carefully I asked if she wanted to fuck him again. She said that only if I was present, and perhaps she could finish us off both at the same time. She said she would email him and see what he thought of the idea. I loved it; I had my slut on the side and my conservative wife a home. Every man's dream! Except there was a problem, I found myself falling in love with Jane. Guys like me weren't supposed to fall in love with sluts. We fuck sluts and marry virgins, but my virgin bride was becoming more and more conservative (at least I thought so; later after we divorced one of my friends told me my ex was having an affair with her boss). Jane was falling in love too, she just loved the way I accepted her slutty ways. Later after we married I discovered she was even more sluttier then I was led to believe, but that is another story for another time. Derek agreed and Jane had set up a meeting one afternoon. Derek was all game for fucking Jane in front of me. Jane had brought a short skirt in a bag from home and changed into it in the car and put a pair of fuck me pumps on and some make up and we met at a local restaurant. Derek was already there and Jane surprised me by sitting with Derek in the booth. Derek had no problem cozying up to Jane and kissing her and feeling her up in the restaurant. Needless to say I was a bit embarrassed as the waitress looked at us in a strange manner. Finally after coffee, Derek looked up at me and said lets go, I have room across the street. I was flabbergasted as Jane got up from the table and smiled at me and said. "Let's go honey". I guess I expected we would talk about it a little more before we left. Outside Derek told Jane to get into the car with him and told me to follow them. All of sudden my kinky fantasy was making me nervous. We drove across the street to a Red Roof Inn and I got out and followed them into room 123. I will never forget that number because it was the day my whole life changed. Once in the room Derek push Jane down to her knees and told her to take out his cock. I just slid over to the side of the room and sat in a chair. It was like I wasn't even there. It was the first time I had even seen a black man's cock and to me it looked enormous. Looking back he was probably a good 9 inches. Derek grabbed his prick and began slapping it on Jane's face and talking nasty to her. I was getting a bit upset by it and was ready to say something when he asked her if she liked his big black cock slapping her slut face and she joy fully said, "Yes Derek, you know I love your big cock". I thought to myself "who was this woman"? He slipped into her mouth and began using her mouth like a fuck slut. My head was spinning, fantasy was one thing but watching Jane be such a slut for his cock was humiliating, yet it turned me on for some reason. Derek lifted her up off the floor and there was a small table next to them and he bent her over the table and lifted her skirt up. He just ripped her thong down to her knees and spread her ass cheeks and stuck his cock up inside of her in one motion. She let out a scream that finally brought me back into reality. I started to get paranoid that someone would hear her screaming and call the police and we would all be arrested. I was paralyzed as I watch this big black man pounding Jane's cunt. He started slapping her ass and calling her a black cock slut and she would just scream back, "yes, yes, fuck me Derek". The only time she was loud with me was when I was in her ass, but she was never this loud! Finally Derek looked over at me and said "get over here and take her panties off and stuff them in this bitch's mouth". I was nervous but I slipped the thong down over her fuck me pumps and I walked around the table and was amazed by the look on her face. My petty emotions seem to melt away as she smiled at me in between moaning like a whore. I knew right then and there I loved this woman. At that time I didn't know why but I was just overcome with loving feelings for her. Derek ordered me again to stuff them into her mouth, she eagerly opened her mouth and I stuffed the thong into her lips and she bit down on them and it did quiet her. Derek used her for about an hour and half then he got up and took a shower. Jane was glowing on the bed and she smiled at me and motioned for me to come lay with her. As I laid down beside her she started kissing me passionately and we made love like I never made love to a woman in my life. I stuck my dick into her swollen walls and came in her well used pussy within two minutes. Jane came so hard feeling my passion as we held each other tightly. I looked up and Derek was dressed looking at us and said he needed 40 bucks for the room. He surprised me with his request but I got up and gave it to him out my pants. He kissed Jane and said leave the key in the room when you leave and he left. Three months later Jane and I left our spouses and started our new lives as a cuckold couple. That was five years ago and we have been happily married ever since. 7720 1.43/512345

Card Night

CARD NIGHT By Just Plain Bob I find myself in a most interesting situation. My wife is screwing another man and I am screwing that man's wife. I'm not supposed to know about my wife and the other man, she doesn't know about me and the other man's wife, but the man and his wife know all about each other, but the man doesn't know that I know he knows about me and his wife. Confused? So was I for a while. To understand the circumstances that led to the situation we have to go back ten years to the time my wife and I decided to move from a large city to a small town. While living in the city we formed the habit of going out every Friday night for dinner and for breakfast every Sunday morning. We decided that we wanted to maintain that same life style in the small town, but there was a problem. In the city we had literally dozens of restaurants to chose from, but in the small town, only six. It did not take us long to discover that of the six, only two were worth going to. Both were open seven days a week, but one was only open for breakfast and lunch while the other served all three meals. We got in the habit of going to one for the morning meal and to the other for dinner. As is common in small towns you get to know everyone, if not by name at least by sight and you find yourself saying hello and good morning to people you have never met, but see all the time. One morning, about eight years after starting our breakfast routine, we were sitting in the restaurant when a man and woman we had never seen before came in and took the table opposite us. The man was nice looking, but nothing exceptional; the woman on the other hand was something else. A five foot one inch bleached blonde with a set of 40DD's, she had every male eye in the place on her. She had on enough makeup for six girls, and had on so much gaudy jewelry that if she'd fallen down it would have taken a crane to get her back up. I didn't realize I was staring until my wife kicked me under the table and said: "You had better put on a seat belt before you fall out of that chair." The woman exuded sex, in a slutty way, and it didn't matter how hard you tried to avoid looking at her your eyes always came back. During the next year we saw them maybe three out of every five times we went into the restaurant and eventually reached the good morning nod stage. We never again saw her looking as trashy as she had the first time, but it was still hard to keep your eyes off those tits. My wife took to referring to the woman as my "girlfriend", you know, "Don't look now, but here comes your girlfriend" or maybe, "It's your lucky day sweetie, your girl friend just got here." My wife really milked it, once going as far as to ask me if I wanted to change seats with her so I could get a better view. I do have to be honest - I did enjoy looking at the woman and it didn't piss off my wife, so I did. One Sunday morning as we sipped our coffee, having just ordered our meal, my wife sat up and waved someone over. I gave her a look and she said: "The place is full and there isn't any other place available, they can sit with us." I turned to see the man and woman heading our way, the 40DD's leading the way. My wife smiled at me and asked, "You want her sitting across from you or next to you?" I snorted and said, "Either way I lose. Across from me she'll think I'm rude for staring, and next to me I won't be able to see them." When they reached our table Candy said: "We've seen you in here so often that we ought to know you and it doesn't look like you'll get seated anytime soon, so why don't you join us?" They accepted and introduced themselves as Fran and Joe. Following the introductions we got down to exchanging information; Fran was in real estate and Joe was a mechanic for the local Ford dealer. Immediately a friendly rivalry developed between Joe and me, him being a Ford man and me being a dyed in the wool Chevy man. Candy and Fran also found some common ground and we engaged in small talk until our meals arrived. It turned out that they only lived four blocks from us and they loved to play cards. Following breakfast, as we all got up to leave, Candy invited them over for dinner and cards some night and Fran said she would call later in the week and set up a night to do it. On the way home I asked Candy why she had done that and she had laughed at me and said: "Just another opportunity to embarrass you, my love." We had them over on the next Friday and it turned out to be worse than I expected. We all liked double-decked pinochle and we were pretty much the same caliber of player so to make things interesting we swapped partners after every game. That meant that in one game out of every three Fran sat across from me. The problem was that she was wearing an extremely low cut blouse and her tits drove me to distraction and made it very hard for me to concentrate on my cards - and everyone at the table knew it. Every time I got paired with Fran we got beat. At the end of the evening we decided that we would like to do it again and the following Friday found us at their house. Fran greeted us at the door and I knew immediately that I was in trouble; she was wearing a mini skirt and a tank top and she didn't have on a bra. The first game was Candy and I against the home team and Candy and I won. The second game was Joe and I against the girls and the guys won. The third game paired Fran and I, but before the game started Fran got up and left the room coming back a moment later wearing an overcoat buttoned up to the top: "Now maybe I'll have a chance to be on the winning side." Everyone broke out laughing, except me of course, I just turned beet red. The card games and dinner became a weekly affair and each week it seemed as if Fran went out of her way to embarrass me, and she usually succeeded, much to the merriment of Joe and Candy. One night, about four months after we started our weekly dinners, I was in the kitchen with Fran helping with the dishes. She turned to me and said: "Have you figured it out yet?" "Figured out what?" I asked. "That I enjoy teasing you with my tits. That it turns me on so much that I practically rape Joe as soon as you are gone." I admitted that I'd not caught on and she turned to me and pulled her blouse up. She was bra-less and I saw her nipples for the first time - the things had to be an inch long. She laughed and pulled her blouse back down, "Let's see you concentrate on your cards now." The following Monday I found out that Candy was fucking Joe. It was lunchtime at work and I joined two guys at a table in the cafeteria. They were talking about sexual prowess and Tom said: "Take my brother-in-law now. He's got the sexiest looking wife in town, she's got world class tits, at least 40's, but is she enough for him? Nah! He's got two broads on the side and every day at lunchtime he grabs a van, he works at the Ford dealer, and he picks up one of his honeys and they spend the lunch hour in the back of the van. One's a blonde and the other is a great looking redhead with legs that go all the way up to her ears. Both of them are married, but the poor saps they are married to don't have a clue." I sat there, frozen to my chair, and I've no idea why because it could have been anybody else, but I had a very bad feeling about it. Joe worked for the Ford dealer, Fran had world class tits, and Candy was a red head with very long legs. The rest of the day was not a very good one for me. When I got home that night I observed Candy, looking for any sign, anything that could confirm or deny what deep inside I prayed would not be true, but of course I saw nothing. The next day I left work at lunchtime and drove over to where my wife worked and parked where I could see the front door and the parking lot. Her lunchtime came and went, but nothing happened. Must have been the blonde's day I thought. I did the same thing the next day and with the same results. I'd been there fifteen minutes on the third day and had just about convinced myself that Candy wasn't the redhead when a Ford van with dealer plates pulled into the parking lot. My heart sank when Candy came out and got in. I followed them to the zoo parking lot and they parked in the back of the lot away from all the rest of the cars. I parked where I could keep my eye on the van and no one got out. I thought I could see the van rocking, but it may have just been heat waves coming off the pavement. Forty-five minutes later I followed the van back and watched Candy get out and then lean back in and kiss the driver. I followed the van back to the dealership and was in position to see the driver when he got out - it was Joe. That night I raced home from work so I could be there when Candy got home. I told her that for some reason I hadn't been able to think of anything but her all day and I was horny as hell. I tried to get her in bed so I could see if she was wet (well, they could have just been talking in the van), but she put me off until she could take a shower. As soon as the shower was steamed up and her back was turned I went to the clothes hamper and got out her panties and, to me at least, there was no mistaking the stain in the crotch pad. It didn't come as a great shock, I knew what I was going to find, but I had hoped against hope that I wouldn't. I went downstairs and fixed myself a drink and then went into the den and thought about it. I wanted to do something to get back at Candy and Joe, but what? The best I could come up with to get back at Joe, and not go to jail for assault, was to make sure that Fran found out what he was doing. I'd take care of Candy later. Five minutes later a naked Candy came into the den: "I expected to find you on the bed waiting for me." I looked up at her and then took a sip of my drink, "I don't know, the mood's gone." She walked toward me, "I can get it back," and of course, she did. The next day I called Fran at her real estate office and asked her to meet me for lunch. As soon as we had ordered I hit her with it, "Your husband is having an affair with Candy!" She looked me right in the eye and said, "And?" Her answer caught me completely off guard and then she said, "I know all about Joe and Candy and I've known since they started seeing each other six weeks ago." Fran saw the look on my face and knew instantly what I was thinking, "I'm not upset because Joe has my permission to spread it around as long as he always comes home to me, just like I have his permission to do the same." I was shocked, "You mean... ," but Fran cut me off, "That's right baby. Joe can have all the extra pussy he wants and I can have all the cock I want. The only rules are we have to tell each other what we are doing and we always have to be there for each other." I sat opposite Fran with what must have looked like a stupefied expression on my face and Fran laughed. "Come on baby, you can't tell me that you've never looked at other woman and not wanted to try one on. And you and I both know that the only reason you didn't was the fear of getting caught and what it might do to your marriage. Just imagine being able to go after those ladies and not having to worry about things. That's what Joe and I have going for us now." I just sat there, to numb to speak. Fran eyed me for a bit and then she said, "You came in here looking to get revenge, didn't you?" "Yeah. When I finished talking to you, you were supposed to go home and cut Joe's balls off." Fran laughed, "Sorry baby, but here's what we can do. We will both take the rest of the afternoon off and go some place and fuck our brains out. That way you can feel good about evening the score with Joe and Candy." She saw the hesitation; this wasn't going at all like I planned. "Come on! You know you want to. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off my tits since the day we met and I know you must be wondering what the rest of me is like. Come on, take a chance, find out." Which is how I ended up one hour later in her bedroom watching her do a slow strip. She was magnificent! The only fault I could find was her toe nails being painted the most god-awful shade of green, but I have to be honest and say that my cock did not seem to care about that. I was naked and sitting on the edge of the bed when she finished undressing. She walked over to me, knelt and took my cock in her hand. "Oh, such a nice one. It's even bigger than Joe's and I always thought he was larger than average." I almost laughed at that. I had seen hundreds of dicks in high school locker rooms and shower stalls in the army and I knew that I was average, but then I thought, "What if it's true? What if Joe is smaller than I am? What could Candy see in him that would want to make her cheat on me?" My thoughts were interrupted by Fran's hot mouth enveloping my cock. She gave masterful head and I leaned back and enjoyed it for several minutes before pulling her up on the bed and going sixty-nine with her. It was my first time to eat a shaven pussy and I found that I liked it. I was surprised to find that Fran also had a sweet tasting pussy and I mean that literally - she actually tasted like clover honey. I was really getting into the sixty-nine when Fran suddenly pulled away from me and mounted my cock. She rode me for about five minutes, during which time she had an orgasm, and then I rolled her over and began to drive myself into her. She had one more orgasm before I felt my balls getting ready to burst; I told her I was getting ready to cum and asked her if she wanted me to pull out and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her and told me to shoot as deep inside her as I could. It took Fran about five minutes to get me hard again and then we screwed for another twenty minutes or so before I came the second time. We were side by side on the bed, holding each other and catching our breath, when Fran said: "We have to do this again, and soon. How about lunch time tomorrow?" For the past three weeks I have been screwing Fran almost everyday at lunch time, just about the same time that Joe is fucking my wife. The Friday card games are somewhat amusing as we all sit there and pretend that everything is normal. I wonder if Candy ever wonders why Fran and I have never lost when we are partners now, or if she has noticed that I don't stare at Fran's tits anymore and wonders about that. Fran has been after me to clue in Candy so that we can turn the card parties into something else a lot more fun, but I'm not ready for that yet. There is something inside me that want's to see how long Candy is going to continue to be unfaithful, and to be completely honest, I love the cheating bitch and I'm not all that sure how well our marriage will hold up once she knows that I knew what she was doing and let it continue without saying something. There could be some interesting times ahead. 6726 1.35/512345

An Occurence In Silverdale

My husband and I were leaving his moms home headed back to our apartment in Silverdale, Washington. It was raining as always and I had no wish to go home. We stoped at the local bar for a few drinks and managed to have several in just a short time.We were sitting next to each other at a table when I noticed a few men looking towards me. For some reason these men looking made me feel warm and excited inside. I was wearing a very short skirt and began spreading my legs apart for them to see. I pulled my skirt all the way back and my panties were there in full view for them to enjoy. Soon I was undoing the buttons on my blouse and moving one side to expose my breast as best I could. Suddenly my husband says to me, your really getting alot of attention from those guys over there. He leaned a little forward and looked , he could see that one of my breasts could be seen from where the men were standing. I thought that he was going to get very mad at me, but he simply put his right hand on my knee and pulled my legs even further apart. He then, knowing these men were watching, grabbed my pussy and pulled my panties aside for them to see me the way they wanted, which is the way I wanted them to see me. Within a few seconds we both had fresh drinks at our table....... lots of them. I had to go to the bathroom and told my husband that I would be right back. He just smiled and said alright. As I left the table these men asked me to come over for a second. I looked at my husband and he said ok. My back was to my husband, these guys were telling me, pretty legs, tiny pretty tits, one of the men reached and opened my blouse exposing my titties. All the men there touched my tits while paying most attention to my nipples.They said that they would really like to see my pussy up close. One of the men sitting at the bar stool simply and quickly put his hand under my skirt and he grabbed my pussy just like my husband did. As soon as he touched my pussy I did cum instantly and they all knew that I did. I turned around and walked towards the restroom and before I could get to the door a hand gently grabbed my hand and the man from the bar said...I can't see thru your panties. I became a little scared and noticed that the other men were sitting with my husband. When I returned to the bar there were all three of these men sitting with my husband. They were all talking and laughing... I felt a wonderful relief. As I approached the table one man was sitting now to his right, and two to his left. The man on the left got up and motioned for me to sit between them. My husband nodded that it was alright. I slid into the chair, still a little scared but loving every moment. My husband said to me "It's no secret that you've wanted to be with other men and I think that tonight should be your night." To my total surprise and excitement I had his permission and he would be at my side thru out this my first adventure. It was now past two am and the bar had closed, the doors were locked and now there was a fourth stranger... the bartender. We soon had very strong drinks to help us along. The man to my left said to we while smiling "Remember I can't see thru your panties." I took them off and handed then to my husband. He said to me "Sweetheart your really going to be sore in the morning." The man to the right gently pulled my blouse over my head, and suddenly I was totally naked with the exception of my tennis shoes. The man to the left said "Can I see your very nice pussy now?" I said yes, I turned towards him he took my left leg and lifted it to the back of him. My pussy is totally exposed to him. He pushes me backwards and my head is now laying in the other mans lap. He lifted my right leg and rested it on the table. The bartender and the other man pulled the table out several feet and now all were standing up and looking down at my titties and pussy. Including my husband. The first man quickly slid his fingers into my pussy, I came so quick, he moved his fingers rapidly into me and then out. I kept cumming. The man behind me was now sucking on my nipples and another had his fingers in my pussy. I was quickly picked up by two men andlaidd on the table. My legs were spread open and my knees were lifted one man on each side of me holding my legs out and up very high. They moved me to where my pussy was right at the very edge of the table. I couldn'tbelievee my sexual excitement, I never dreamed that I could feel this way. I love this feeling, I love these men, I love all that they are doing to me. Oh my, his huge cock is entering my pussy, it hurts its so big, its so wonderful I can't stop from cumming, so good. My head is turned to the side and another big beautiful cock is about to enter my mouth. I'm so excited, I'll always love this night. He is ramming his huge cock into my pussy over and over. I can hear him panting. He is moving his large cock deeper into me. I can feel his hot cock pressing so deep inside of me. He iscummingg, he is going to explode deep in my pussy. His juices are squirting past the lips of my pussy, it feels hot and wonderful. I love these men for giving me there sexual attention. Cum is squirting into my mouth now. he came so hard and came so much that I'm unable to swallow all his juices. I'm being fucked again and very hard I can feel his balls hitting my butt and I do like that. He is fucking me and suddenly my husband is talking to me, his lips next to my ear. He is saying are you alright, do you want more men to fuck you tonight? All I could say was please tell them not to stop. I was turned over, my legs were allowed to hang to the floor. The bartender is telling everyone that its now his turn to fuck me, and oh my, fuck me he did. Other than my husband he was the only white man there, all others were black and wonders of sexual pleasure that I'll now always have.The bartenders cock was eight or nine inches long and heavy. But the first two black men said that they are ten inches and more. I'm so full of warm sticky cum I want every drop there bodies will give to me. The bartender is now filling my pussy with his cum. He has filled my pussy with a huge amount of cum. I asked someone to get me some towels because I'm sliding all over the table. Suddenly I'm sitting up and I'm handed a drink, my usual rum and coke. My thoughts are that I let three men fuck me, and I gave another a cock sucking. Its time for the rest room again. My husband takes my hand and leads me to the restroom. The cum is running down my legs and also between my tits. I even have cum deeply into my hair. We're in the bathroom and my husband is wiping all the cum from my body. The bartender brought lots of towels and a tiny hose to wash my pussy out with. He attached it to the faucet, turned it on, and inserted the hose into my pussy. I asked my husband "Are we going home now? He said "No honey were getting you cleaned up for one of the new guys that are here." I rinsed and combed my hair, refreshed my makeup. Removed all the manly cum from every part of my body and turned to my husband and said "What the hell lets enjoy this night!" I put no clothes on, I preferred to stay naked at all times. When I opened the door going to the bar I was shocked to see ten perhaps twelve men out there and all made it very known that I was their fuck tonight. I walked to the table, sat down next to my husband he put his arm around me and we kissed. I was given another drink and asked to bend over the table again. And there I was so ready to give number four a good fuck. He stuck his cock into me all at once, I love the shock of big cocks all at once. He fucked me about ten minutes, he then came very heavy. He pulled his cock out of my pussy, my husband wiped the excess cum from my pussy and legs. And another entered, then another, and another until all of these men had fucked meat least two or three times. All of these men were very nice to me, all so polite. This all happened seventeen years ago in Silverdale, Washington. All of these wonderful men were stationed at the Bremerton Naval Shipyard. We have become great friends with three of these men, the friendship has lasted all these years. When we visit them, or they visit us and yes we share everything, and always will. I still have the white panties, they are framed and displayed in my bedroom wall. I have had sex with hundreds of black men and only one white man, my husband of seventeen years. Today I'm 42 years of age, and I don't regret a second. Ya know!!! It only takes the first black man to enter you, and you will be totally hooked the rest of your life. 3510 1.34/512345

The Truth About Janice

THE TRUTH ABOUT JANICE Janice and I had been going out together as a couple for around a year and had a great and very active sex life. We frequently explored new ideas and fantasies when we had sex together and had great fun together. We had both left other relationships after having a fairly steamy affair and we kept the excitement going whenever we could and then got married. We chatted about our fantasies and I had mentioned that one of mine was to watch her getting fucked by another man and then to have sex with her afterwards whilst she was still full of someone else's cum. She was reluctant at first and said that she was up for trying out bi sex but agreed that an advert we would put on a swingers site would include exceptional makes as an option. We had the usual array of messages ranging from one liners to novels and all sorts of fetishes and perversions. I would get very excited thinking of the meeting that might ensue but Janice always said she wasn't sure or a guy wasn't what she was into. However, one email caught my attention one day. When I started reading it I nearly fell off my chair. It was from a guy who lived locally who said that he recognized Janice's picture and mentioned that he'd been out with her a few times when she was single some months earlier. He obviously assumed we had just got together. It turned out she'd been having regular cyber sex with this guy for ages. After swapping pictures it turned into phone sex and eventually a meeting of some sort but it wasn't clear if anything had occurred. This was clearly while we had been dating. I emailed the guy back saying it was Janice emailing him and it all came out. He said he'd missed Janice and that they'd had such good fun he hoped that she'd like to meet again, with or without me. I asked him what he could recall of "our meeting" and he recounted a drink in the pub, kissing in the car, followed by sex in his flat on the lounge floor and then 3 or 4 more encounters. Including blow jobs in the car and one fuck up the ass. She had not offered me her ass. I was so angry. But at the same time I was so aroused. I confronted Janice and after initially denying it, she admitted everything and said that while we'd been dating she missed the sex she'd had previously. She had met him only for sex for the fun and the thrill. Janice readily agreed to let me watch her in the future but said that she really wanted to see him again. She said that it would be worth it if I would let her. After thinking it through, I agreed. She then met him one evening and came home with her clothes all over and a bit flustered, grinning from ear to ear. We quickly got to bed and she started stroking me hard explaining that he was bigger than she remembered and enjoyed being stretched and being used. I was so hard thinking of it happening that when she straddled me and rubbed my cock against her pussy, it felt unusual. I asked what was going on and she said that Joe had shaved her before fucking her because he liked it that way. She slipped my cock into her wet pussy and it was obvious she'd ridden his cock bareback as she was still full of cum. I exploded into her. Having panted out my own orgasm she slid up me to drip his cum and mine onto my face while she played with her clit to orgasm. I could hardly believe it. I was looking forward to getting my first time watching her when she sent me a text at work one day to say she'd be late home and not to worry. When I sent her a text back to ask why she replied that Joe was picking her up to take her clubbing. She said if I stayed up late I could watch her. I had no idea what was happening or when she would get home but I wanked all night with anticipation. When she came in after 2am she was drunk and Joe was all over her. I asked if they were going to fuck and Joe said he was eager and jealous. I didn't quite understand so I asked what he was jealous of and he said watching other guys fuck her and not getting his turn. Janice then said they'd been at a swingers club and she'd had her first group fuck for ages and loved it. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and said "What the hell do you mean, in ages ?". Janice replied that she'd done it a few times for her ex but didn't like to mention it. While I was reeling from this Janice sat across Joe's lap and kissed him passionately, way too much for my comfort but within seconds Joe was cupping her breasts and slipping them out of her dress while Janice stroked his cock hard. In moments she had it in her hands. Joe was licking her tits which obviously had cum on them and she was sliding her skirt up and panties aside. Within no more than a few seconds he was slipped into her pussy and fucking my wife in front of me. I was trying to get my cock out. Within a couple of minutes Janice was on all fours and Joe was slamming her pussy. All bareback and right in front of me. He pushed her forward, entered her pussy and shot his cum into her within just a few strokes. Janice was moaning and cumming. She pulled me towards her and just said "fuck me hun". I needed no second invitation and pumped my load into her already sticky cunt in record time while she sucked Joe hard again. I noticed his cock was huge and she seemed eager to get him back into her. As soon as I stood up he was back in, fucking my wife. He rode her hard for almost 20 minutes. He made her cum countless times before unloading in her again and telling her "come on slut, show hubby how you fuck". I came again and couldn't take much more. After more kissing she bade him goodbye and said "I told you it would be worth it hun". Then went for a shower. While showering, her phone bleeped with a text that was from Joe. It said "Great fuck babe when will you tell him ?". That's another story ..I hope you enjoy. 4637 1.13/512345