An hour and a half later I was on my way to your motel and what I hoped was going to be a very exciting time. My cock had been alternating with varying degrees of hardness ever since the phone call of a few nights earlier in which you asked if I would be free on Thursday night. "Would you like to meet us for some fun? Julie is ready to try both of us."

Was I ready? I couldn't have been readier or more excited. Ever since we had met you and Julie a month earlier, I had thought about kissing her, playing with her beautiful breasts until our bodies were entwined in the ultimate passion.

The door opened on the first knock and upon stepping into the room, the first thing that catches my eye is Julie standing in front of the mirror applying the last of her make-up. Absolutely gorgeous! All she is wearing is a dark, low cut, lacy bra with matching panties. Her reflection reveals the swells of her tits and as I watch their gentle rise and fall with each breath, I want to move behind her and cup them in my hands. But that would have to wait for we have plans to go out to eat.

The three of us talk about a variety of topics as Julie finished dressing. You could feel some tension/excitement in the air as none of us really didn't know exactly what to say except no one wanted to say anything about the real reason we were meeting. First times can be so difficult sometimes.

"I think this dress will be fine, don't you", Julie asks as she pulls a perfectly fitting beautiful dress over her head and zips its back. Its scoop neck shows her cleavage to perfect advantage as well as acentuating her tight ass. I am entranced with the beauty standing before me. My desire for her begins to throb in my groin as I think about what the evening may well bring.

Naturally I thought it was perfect and told her how lovely she looked. With that, we walked out to the car to drive to a nearby restraurant.

As Brad and I hold the chair for Julie, I take full advantage of my position and gaze admiringly into the top of her dress. Turning to Brad, I remark that helping a lady take her seat certainly has its advantages.

"It certainly does", is the smiling reply.

"OK you two, have a seat. You will get to see all you want later."

"Never all I want, Julie," I laughed.

All through the meal we talk, becoming more at ease with one another, as our comments turn to more suggestive topics. The poor waitress doesn't quite know how to handle some of the conversation she manages to overhear as we talk about various swinging experiences. She brings the change back from paying the bill, when Julie asks, "Are you guys ready? I am."

Brad asks in return, "Ready for what, Julie."

"Ready to take anything and everything you two guys can give me."

The poor waitress blushes crimson and hurridly leaves while we get up from our seats. We head for the door arm in arm with Julie in the middle receiving our mutual embraces.

The trip back to the motel goes a lot more quickly than the one to the restraurant had been. Being a little crowded in the front seat is certainly no problem. Julie uses this to her advantage by running her hands over our thighs, occasionally brushing the bulges that had formed in Brad's and my pants.

Parking the care, we hurridly entered the room. "I'm taking my shoes off and getting a little more comfortable," Julie says with a little smile.

"I'm going to get some ice, you guys. Be back in a little bit", Brad says as he picks up the ice bucket and heads for the door. "Alone at last," I grin as I gently pull Julie to me. My lips touch her forehead, then the tip of her nose and finally her lips.

Her mouth open to accept my tongue and gradually our kiss increases in intensity, until our tongues are taking turns searching each other's mouths. Our arms entwine each other with one of my hands squeezing a firm asscheek as I pull her closer to me.

Breaking our kiss, I begin nibbling her earlobes and neck, only to hungrily return to her lips. Our bodies begin rocking against each other as I shift positions slightly to allow my rising cock to press against her thigh.

Julie presses against my dick with a little moan and pull her body even closer into mine. My hand moves to the soft mound of her breast and gently squeezes it. It is like the pressure of that squeeze is transmitted to my dick, making it throb harder in the confines of my pants. Julie begins to moan softly as I knead her tit and search for the hardened nipple through her dress and bra.

"Well, well, what is going on here. I leave for a few minutes and return to find my wife in the arms of another man who is kissing her and playing with her tits," Brad says as he enters the room.

Julie just continues to kiss me and rub her thigh against my hard dick with out saying a word.

I just mumble, "UMM HMM" with my lips never leaving those of such a beautiful woman.

Finally, Julie pulls away a little, looks at Brad and remarks, "You really are upset, judging from the bulge your dick is making."

Brad moves around behind his wife and begins rubbing his dick against her ass while reaching between our bodies to reach her other breast.

Julie reaches behind her with one hand and in front with the other to take our cocks in her hands. Breaking our kiss, she turns to kiss her husband.

"Unzip her dress, Brad. Let's get it off her." No sooner was the zipper down, than we pull the dress over her head. I take great delight in guiding it past her tits, while Brad does most of the work. Oh the sight of those beautiful tits encased their lacy cups. Her nipples are pushing hard against the bra cup, begging to be set free.

I reach behind her to unhook her bra and Brad pushes it off her shoulders. The cool air of the room made her nipples harden even more. Brad reaches around to cup them from their base while I began nibbling the soft mounds of flesh.

"Your turn boys. I want to get your clothes off and so I can return the favors better," Julie murmurs against my lips.

Brad and I step away from her, and hurridly begin to undress. Julie alternates between the two of us, helping to remove shirts and pants. Finally, we are down to our shorts which scarcely conceal our erections. Julie moves to me, presses her bare tits against my chest and slowly pulls my shorts over my dick. It springs free only to be captured in her hand. She reaches behind me to pull her husband's shorts down as well.

Brad moves forward and rests his hard cock in the crevice of her ass and begins slowly humping while playing with her tits.

I bend forward and push my mouth past Brad's hands and suck first one then the other hard nipple between my lips. Suckling on these beautiful tits is so wonderful. I can feel their heat radiating against my face as I began rubbing my cheek against the mounds of hot flesh. It making me want to slip my dick in her slit that is waiting for attention, for neither of us has yet to touch her there.

I slowly move my hands down her body to the swell of her hips. My finger tips find the waistband of her panties and slip under it. Downward and in front my fingers inch to the beginning of her furry mound. I slip my finger lightly along the edge of her pussy, feeling its heat and dampness. She arches her hips forward to meet my searching fingers. Little sounds of passion escape from her throat.

Brad is continuing to play with her tits, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers while nibbling along her neck. I can see his ass still humping his dick against her crevice and know we need to get this beautiful woman to the kingsize bed that awaits us.

I pull Julie's panties over her hips and down her smooth legs and help her step out of them. Not being able to resist the temptation before me, I begin kissing her inner thighs and the bulge of her pubic mound. The aroma arising from her slit is intoxicating. I can hardly keep from pulling her to the floor and burying my face between her legs. I want to taste her juices so badly.

Rising, Brad and I guide Sherri to the bed and lay her down with her legs hanging over the edge. I guide her legs apart and let my eyes take in the beauty of the sight before me. The lips of her pussy are swollen with excitement and glisten with her fluids. The tip of her hardened clit beckons my tongue and I slowly inch forward. I run my finger lightly over her belly toward her crotch while licking and kissing my way up her body.

Glancing up I can see Brad rubbing his dick across his wife's face, pausing at her parted lips. Her tongue darts forward to lick his cockhead until he finally guids it into her waiting mouth. Her hands go to cup his balls and he slowly begins to fuck her mouth.

Her heat and aroma beckons me still and I move to the object of my desire, the center of her womanhood. My tongue lightly touches the swollen nubbin of her clit and I kiss it. I feel a hand on the back of my head and realize it is Julie's, urging me on. I run my tongue along the swollen lips enclosing her slit. Deeper my tongue probes, taking in more and more of her delicious juices, until I feel the opening into her body. Opening my mouth wider, I cover her hole and probe as deeply as I can. I use my nose to rub her clit as I now begin to fuck her delightful pussy with my tongue. Her ass lifts a little as she all but involuntarily seeks to push her cunt tighter against my mouth and tongue.

Judging from the sounds I am hearing, she still in enjoying having her husband fuck her mouth. Harder she pushes her cunt against my mouth. Harder I suck and flick my tongue against her clit. I can feel her orgasm building in her and know it is only moments before she will achieve the release she seeks. I want to give her what she seeks, yet want to keep her just at the edge. The intensity builds and builds until it spills over and Sherri begins to cum. Her pussy pushes tight against me. Her legs tighten around my head, holding me firmly in place while her body spasms with her orgasm. I can hear the sounds of her orgasm followed by another sound I identify as Brad.

As Julie releases her grip on my head, I manage to look up intime to see Brad's dick pulling away from his wife's mouth. A string of cum still connects them as he masturbates the last of his own orgasm. I become painfully aware that my own cock is aching with the desire to be engulfed in the hot tunnel inches from my mouth.

I give her clit one last kiss and lick before moving to pull her further on the bed. Once she is far enough up, I spread her legs and move forward to rub the head of my dick through her slit to pick up its lubricants. Slowly, I inch the length of my hardness into her very wet and hot hole until I can go no further. I lie there supporting my weight on my elbows, feeling her pussy spasming around my dick and watch her lick her husband's now half hard cock clean of his cream.

I want to pound my dick in that wonderful pussy, but I am already so close to cumming, I know I would only get a few strokes before emptying my own load in her willing cunt. I want to prolong the sensation forever, it feel so good. But, I begin to slowly pump my dick in and out of her cunt, moving to a position so I can watch as her cunt lips pull against it everytime I pull back.

"Play with her clit, Brad. Bring her off before I cum," I ask and pull my body back enough so he can reach her sensitive nubbin. Between my dick and Brad's fingering, it was only a few moments before she started to cum again.

There was no holding mine back any longer. With a sudden move, I bury my dick all the way to my balls in her clasping pussy. I can feel the cum rushing the length of my cock and filling her cunt as I came with a loud groan. I could feel my dick almost sloshing in her as I start fucking hard again while my dick slowly softened.

As my dick got softer and pulled from its recent home, I roll over and up to kiss her softly and thank her for the pleasure I have received. The taste of Brad's cum on her lips serve to make my dick begin to twitch in anticipation of another session of fucking in a short while.

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Then, after we had been married about three years, we found out I was sterile and that is the reason we could not have a child. Becky was devastated. She so wanted children. I felt horrible because I wanted them, too, but, more than that, because I had let her down. It was about then I started having fantasies of her having sex with another man, a man who would impregnate her, a man to give her what I could not, a child.

I never had the courage to share my fantasies with her, although they became stronger and stronger. Every time we would see a couple with a small baby, I would see the pain in her face, see her wanting. Over time, I could see something else. I could see her disgust with me for being sterile, for being unable to give her that.

She would fight her feelings. I could see her pendulum swing from being over solicitous with me to revulsion at not being able to give her a child. It was so hard on both of us.

One night, after we both had too much to drink, I told her my fantasy. I told her I dreamed of her being impregnated by another man, of bearing a happy healthy child, of me watching them having sex or her telling me all about it. This was so much a part of the fantasy. I must know everything, as if I were impregnating her through him.

She slapped me hard, then she slapped me again. "How dare you think me a slut!" she screamed, pounding on my chest with her fists. "I am your wife, you sterile wimp!" She began to cry buckets, collapsing against me as she sobbed. Immediately, she begged my forgiveness at calling me a wimp, saying she knew it was not my fault, that wanted a child as much as she did.

I threw myself in my work. Our relationship declined even faster, to the point she would lie there limply when we had sex. I got to the point I would rather not bother her. Yet, even though she was listless in our bed, I felt a tension building in her.

Then, the firm had a cocktail party for an executive who was being transferred to another office. Three other men had been fired. Those changes opened up some job opportunities which had not yet been filled. Mr. Williams, the top man in the company, was going to be at the party to meet all of us. I am sure part of the reason he was there was to evaluate some of us who might be up for a promotion.

Becky claimed to be too tired to go, but I insisted. This was too important for her to miss. Our company liked to hire married people and wives were an important part of our culture. At the party, Becky relaxed and began enjoying herself as she normally did. She was really a very pleasant person normally, before the child crisis anyway.

We had been there about two hours when I realized Becky was not by my side. I saw her talking to Mr. Williams in the corner. They seemed intent. I turned to talk to someone else. When I looked for her again, she was gone. So was Mr. Williams.

Immediately, I began to wonder. What was happening? Had they left together? Then, my immediate supervisor grabbed me to meet the new recruit. I was stranded, trying to make polite conversation while my brain whirled. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Becky.

"Honey, let's go home," she said. Her eyes were wild, more alive then I could remember seeing them in years. She was very excited as she dug her nails into my arm. I said my farewells and followed her toward the door. Mr. Williams was watching us as we left. In the car, I tried to make conversation but she said she did not want to talk right now. She leaned back as if asleep but her foot was moving rhythmically with her shoe dangling off her toes. She bounced into the house.

"Did you have a nice talk with Mr. Williams?" I asked as we undressed in our bedroom after the party. The tension was thick. Becky was moving sensually, her hips rotating more than normal, her back arched. I was hard just thinking about her.

"Yes. Why didn't you tell me you were up for a promotion?"

"I didn't know I was. The rumor mill had my name in the pot but I have not been officially informed."

"Well, you certainly are being considered," Becky said. I was sitting on the bed in my jockeys. Becky was now naked except for her panties. I knew she wanted sex because she let me see her bare breasts. She had a funny smile as she sat next to me on the bed, a funny, wild smile.

"Tell me you favorite sexual fantasy again," she said.

I quivered. She had never asked this question before, never.

"Which one?" I asked, although I knew exactly which one she meant.

She dragged her nails over my bare leg. "You know which one."

"I want you to have sex with another man. I want him to impregnate you. I want to watch or I want you to come home and tell me about it." I gasped it out, my voice squeaky. Sweat started to flow from me.

"Tell me yours now," I asked. Becky would never discuss her fantasies. I knew tonight was going to be different. She was dying to tell me. She gave me a coquettish gaze, looking up from under her lashes.

"Oh, mine is almost the same as yours. In mine, a strong man takes me in a situation where I have little choice about it. You watch sometimes. Sometimes, I tell you about it. He fucks me. His dick is big and long and thick and so very hard. He fucks me all he wants to. He fucks me and makes me pregnant."

She was wild, digging her fingernails into my thigh. She leaned over conspiratorially.

"More than that, he makes me his slut. Me, Bobby, me. Little, sweet, shy Becky. I become his slut, relishing in his control of me, loving every minute of the sex, doing whatever he wants anytime he wants."

"Why did you never tell me that?"

She ignored my question, standing and walking away. She spun to face me again, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward.

"I know what it will take to get you the promotion," she said.

"What?"

"Mr. Williams wants me. He wants to fuck me."

I started to quiver. I could tell Becky was very sexually excited, more excited than I had ever seen her, even on the honeymoon. Her nipples were hard and I could see the dark stain of honey dew on her panties. Her eyes glittered as she sat by me again. Her hand slid up my leg to feel the erection in my shorts.

"I want to fuck him. I want him to take me. I want him to make me his slut. You would like that, Bobby, wouldn't you? You would like your sweet wife to fuck your boss and for you to get the promotion. Think of it, Bobby. Think of Mr. Williams, your boss, between my legs, fucking me, fucking me so hard. Think of his hot cum flooding my ravaged pussy. Think of his virile sperm seizing my eggs, making me pregnant. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Her hand was rubbing my cock hard now. I could not hold back.

"Oh, Bobby, you are excited. You came in your shorts. I want you to get hard again and cum in me, Bobby. I want you to cum in me as I tell you my fantasy."

I was hard in an instant. Becky stripped off her panties and shoved them in my face, giving me a deep smell of her delicious odors. She lay on her back and pulled me between her legs as our eyes locked together. I was moving slowly in and out.

"Mr. Williams is my fantasy, Bobby. He tells me I will do as he says. If I do, you get a big raise. If I don't, you get fired. I have no choice. But, if I had a choice, it would be him. I want him to father my children. I want my belly fat with his child. So, I let him have me. And, oh, Bobby, he really has me! His cock is big, very big, and very hard. He fucks my pussy so good, so good."

By now, Becky was sweating profusely, her speech slurred, her nails deep in my back, her legs tight around me. Our breathing was ragged. I fought to hold back from cumming again.

"Then, he rolls me over and fucks my ass. He is not gentle. He just rams that big prick in me. I scream from the pain but it starts to feel good, as good as getting my pussy fucked. Then, I orgasm from his big cock in my ass. I can feel you, Bobby. I can tell you are ready to shoot. Cum, Bobby! Cum in me! Cum in me thinking of your sweet little wife getting royally fucked by your boss, of his seed growing in me."

She screamed and started bucking. I could not hold back any longer. My cock had never been that hard that long. I exploded in her. As we lay cooling together, Becky said softly, "I intend to live my fantasy, Bobby. I am going to fuck your boss. I am going to bear his children And, if he will have me, I am going to be his slut."

She slipped out of bed. I heard her make a phone call from the living room. When she returned, I asked what she did.

"I called Mr. Williams. He will explain it to you in the morning. Now, go to sleep."

She curled up against me. I could not sleep. I had never been so aroused, so hard, so wild, as I thought about my Becky carrying a baby. During the night, as her bottom was curled against me, I slipped my cock in her. She moaned and pushed back. "That is it, Bobby. Fuck me while I dream of carrying Mr. Williams' baby."

Mr. Williams called me into his office early the next day.

"I understand you and your wife had a nice conversation after the party last night, Bob," he said.

"Yes, sir."

His eyes were cool, neutral as he watched me. I was surprised as how calm I felt.

"And, what is your understanding, Bob?"

"My wife is going to have an affair with you."

"Is that all?"

"No, sir. You will make her pregnant."

A small smile twitched the corner of his lip for an instant. His eyes softened some.

"You have no problem with that?"

"No, sir. I have no problem."

"It will be more than that, Bob. Let me explain the ground rules. First, you will get the promotion and a nice raise."

"Thank you, Mr. Williams," I replied. He nodded.

"I will expect your wife to do as I say when I say, which includes dress and decorum. I will have her when I wish, where I wish. In addition, I expect her to perform for my friends when I tell her to. So, it will not be just me fucking her, Bob. Do you understand that?"

"Mr. Williams, may I sit down?"

"Of course. Would you like a drink?"

"No, sir. It is just . . . "

"I understand, Bob, but, I want you to be aware of what is going to happen to her if I take her. No surprises."

"Yes, sir."

"The affair may last a weekend or a lifetime. I understand you two do not have sex very often?"

"Yes, sir. Maybe twice a month." He laughed, not an evil laugh, but a laugh which said I was a fool for letting my wife service me so seldom.

"One of the real benefits to you, Bob, will be lots of sex. She will have sex with you every night, either vaginally or orally. Anally is reserved for me."

"Of course," I said.

"Any night she does not satisfy you, you are to tell me the next morning so I can punish her. I will punish her for not keeping you very happy in bed or for any other reason I choose. In fact, she will be punished whenever I think she needs it, Bob."

The thought of my wife being punished by my boss made me hard as a rock. I wondered how he would do it.

"As for you, you are to continue to treat her as your wife, to love and care for her. She will need care, particularly when she is pregnant and during the delivery stage. And, I expect you to be a fine father for my children, Bob. I mean that sincerely."

"Children?"

"Yes. Children. I expect her to have three to five, in total, at least two of which are mine. Do you understand this, Bob? I will make sure she has several children by me and at least one child by someone other than me."

"Yes, sir. I understand. We both do want children."

"Well, you will have plenty of them." He came around from behind his desk, sitting in the chair next to mine.

"She told me your fantasy. I will let you watch sometimes but, most often, she will tell you about it. I am sure she will have some good stories. Any questions?"

"No, sir."

"Good. I am picking your wife up at three today. She is spending the weekend with me."

I did not know what to say to that. Finally, I said, "Well, have a nice weekend."

He laughed. "I am sure I will, Bob."

At three that afternoon, my head was spinning, knowing at this moment my wife was getting in my boss' car to fuck him for the weekend. I was so hard and my mind was so full of visions of Mr. Williams fucking my wife I could not think.

That night at home I masturbated twice, thinking about Becky with Mr. Williams. Saturday was a long day. Saturday night, I had just put a movie in the VCR when I heard the door bell. It was a young woman. She had on too much makeup, extremely tight clothes with a bare midriff and a very short skirt. She had high heels and stringy blonde hair.

"Bobby Davis?" she asked.

"Yes. Who are you?"

"I am Tiffany. Mr. Williams sent me. I am your promotion bonus."

Tiffany was a real pro. She spent the night with me, taking her time to make the sex very enjoyable. I came four times before she left at dawn. But, she was not my wife. She was not Becky.

Becky got home about six Sunday night looking exhausted and well used. She gave me a big, long kiss at the door.

"Want to hear?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered, as my cock strained at my pants.

"I need a hot bath. Come on and I will tell you." I followed her into the bathroom where she drew the bath water and undressed. As she turned around, I gasped. Her breasts were bruised, with blue splotches on them. I saw other bruises as my eyes ran down her body. Then, I had a bigger surprise.

"How do you like my shaved snatch?" Becky asked. Her pussy was smooth and bald.

"What is that?"

"A ring through my clit hood. He had me pierced. Want to touch?" I touched the tiny steel ring. She shivered and gasped from sexual need.

"That sure pops my clit," she moaned. Slowly, she lowered herself in the tub, moaning in enjoyment from the steaming water.

"How was Tiffany?" she asked.

"He told you?"

"Yes. I think that was nice of him to do."

"Tiffany was fine. I got a wonderful blow job." I said this intentionally because it was something Becky never did. She laughed.

"I probably gave more blow jobs this weekend than Tiffany did. Get me some aspirin and a soft drink, please, Bobby." When I returned, she took the aspirin, and lay back.

"Ready to hear?" she asked.

My cock had been ready since she walked in the door.

"I would love to hear," I said.

"He picked me up at three. We went directly to a store where he bought me some new clothes to wear, slutty clothes, Bobby, clothes that reveal me like you have never seen. I will model them for you later. I was wearing my new clothes when he took me to a nice restaurant. Then, we went dancing. It was about one when we got to his house. He took me to his bedroom. We hugged and kissed as we undressed each other. Then, he lay me back. His cock is huge, Bobby. I mean a monster. I was afraid I could not take it all. But, he was very gentle, letting me get use to his size. God, Bobby, I have never felt so full. It was heaven."

She opened her eyes to look at me. I was rubbing my very hard cock through my pants. She smiled softly.

"I have been ordered to take care of your every need. Want a blow job?" she asked.

"Yes," I croaked.

"Well, get over here."

I dropped my pants and moved to the side of the tub. Becky, braced herself on her elbows on the tub side, and sucked me into her mouth. I was so aroused it took only a second before I shot. Becky swallowed it down like a slut, the slut she had become. Then, she relaxed again in the bath.

"He fucked me until I could not come any more. Bobby, it was something. I had never come like that in my life. I mean I was fucked out, but he had not cum. He can hold back forever. I felt his hand in my pussy. Then, it moved to my ass. I could feel his fingers penetrating me back there.

'What are you doing?' I asked him.

'I am going to fuck your ass now. I am lubricating it.'

'No. I don't want you back there,' I said.

He just gave me an evil, demanding smile. 'Actually, I would enjoy your fighting me. Raping your ass would be more fun for me than you giving it to me. But, it would hurt you a lot more. I suggest you shut up and turn over'."

I was getting hard again but Becky's eyes were closed, her hands gently caressing her nipples which were hard as rocks. She was getting as hot remembering as she was telling me as I was listening.

" 'No,' I said. 'You may not have my ass.'

We both knew I wanted him to force me, to rape my ass. I guess the restraints were hidden behind the mattress. He rolled me over and lay on me. He pulled the restraints out and attached me to the bed, face down, arms spread.

"Now, little slut, beg me to fuck your ass.'

'No,' I said, wondering what he would do. He reached under me, lifting me up a little to grab my breasts. He began to squeeze, his fingers digging into my flesh. It started to really hurt. That it where the bruises on my tits came from, Bobby, from his crushing it when I told him no.

'Please don't,' I whimpered. He squeezed harder. I though he would rip my breasts off. Now, I was crying. I could stand no more.

'Fuck my ass, please. Fuck my ass. I am begging.'"

"He yanked me up on all fours. I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks apart, his monster at my virgin hole. He slammed all the way in on one stroke. God, it hurt, Bobby. I felt like I was being ripped in two. I screamed. I tried to pull away but his hands held my hips and my arms were tied. He waited as my ass hole spasmed in pain. When it finally relaxed, the pain began to subside. He started to move in and out, fucking my ass. It felt good. Soon, I was begging him to never stop. Oh, I begged him, Bobby. I begged him to never stop fucking my ass. I came twice from his monster cock up my ass."

She sighed contentedly and her eyes opened again. She smiled at me and saw my cock red and ready.

"Don't worry. I will let you have my ass someday," she said.

"No, Becky. Mr. Williams told me I was never to take you there. It is reserved for him."

"Well, I will make it up to you," she said.

Becky stood and began to dry off. Becky never bathes in front of me and for her to stand and let me look at her naked body while she dries off is a great change in her behavior. A change for the better, I might add. I looked closer at her body. I could see faint fingerprints bruised against her hips where he had held her.

"What happened then," I asked? She gave me a little, knowing smile. She knew I was totally aroused by her story.

"After he came in my ass, we showered together. I sucked him until he was nice and hard. Then, he fucked me again. I went to sleep wrapped in his arms." Becky wrapped her arms around me, kissing me. I could taste my cum in her mouth.

"You want a quickie or do you want to hear the rest of the story

first?" she asked.

"A quickie." After walking to the bed, Becky lay back, gave me a slutty look and spread her legs wide, grabbing her ankles to hold herself open. I had never seen her do that before. I knee walked between her legs and slipped my cock into her. She was sopping wet. She wrapped those legs around me and fucked me until I came, which was not long.

"Did you orgasm?" I asked. She kissed me gently.

"Bobby, I probably don't orgasm from you fucking me one time in ten. That is the reason I like you to eat me. And, it is one of the reasons I want Mr. Williams' monster cock. I orgasmed over and over on his cock, Bobby. Now, please eat me, baby. I want to cum, too."

I slipped between her legs, my mouth and tongue licking and sucking, taking her cum and mine, until she screamed in orgasm. When she had recovered, she continued.

"Saturday, I accompanied him as he played golf, riding in the cart. The cart was crowded with three of us but it was cozy. His partner put his hand on my leg at one point. I looked at Mr. Williams but he winked at me. His partner, Mr. Arnold, took liberties the rest of the way. I came on his fingers behind the seventeenth green." Becky was watching me like a hawk, to see my reaction. I was enjoying her story very much.

"Saturday night, he told me what to wear. Do you want to see it?"

"Very much," I replied.

She jumped up and opened her suitcase. She put on a black garter belt, black fishnet stockings, black five-inch-heeled shoes with a strap running around her ankle, a very short and very tight black skirt. She added a white pushup bra and a see through white blouse which emphasized her breasts and narrow waist. She looked like a slut, a high class slut.

"Like it?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Watch when I sit down."

She sat. It was almost impossible for her pussy not to show, the dress was so short. And, since she wore no panties and was shaven, the lips of her pussy were plainly visible.

"What do you think, Bobby? I am a slut, or what? I told you I would be his slut." She was excited at the thought, at being his slut.

"Go on with your story," I said. She smiled at me.

"'What are we doing tonight?" I asked.

'Mr. Arnold is joining us for dinner. Then, the three of us are coming back here for sex.'

I began to tingle. I never had two men before. And, it was very thrilling to be told and expected to obey without regard for my feelings. It was a lovely dinner at another great restaurant. During dinner both of them played with my legs. Oh, Bobby, at one point, my skirt was up so far, both of them put fingers in me at the same time. It made me cum. Right there in the restaurant, I came from two men finger fucking me. When we returned to the house, Mr. Arnold kissed me and began undressing me. Mr. Williams joined us. I never had two men before as you know, Bobby. I took one in my ass while another was in my pussy. I sucked one off while the other fucked me. I kept their cocks clean with my mouth. I must have cum fifty times. They left me in the guest bedroom, passed out from exhaustion."

She grinned.

"You have cum twice tonight. Do you need another?"

"Oh, yes," I said with a laugh.

"Doggie style?" Becky said. I fucked my wife doggie style. This time I believe she came as I lasted forever.

"What happened next?"

Becky was exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Hum?"

"After Saturday night?"

"Oh. Sunday, I fucked and sucked them both again. Then, I took a short nap. Mr. Williams awakened me, telling me we had an errand. That is when he had me pierced. That hurt. He meant it to hurt. The man at the tattoo parlor who did the piercing suggested they use a topical painkiller on me to deaden the area. Mr. Williams told him no, he wanted me to feel it.

'We need to tie her down, then,' the guy said. They tied me to a table, naked, legs spread. I felt him grab the hood with forceps and pull it out. Then, pop. I screamed like crazy. They gave me some aspirin. It is still throbbing some."

Becky smiled wanly.

"Bobby, I have got to sleep," she said and rolled over. I heard her snoring in an instant.

The week was fairly uneventful. The biggest change was for me was I had sex with my wife every night. And, it was not the plain old sex we had been having. It was wild, hard sex with both of us orgasming until we could not cum again. Of course, I ate her pussy each night. It was very clear to me that my cock did not make her cum.

Then, Wednesday, she went to the beauty parlor. Becky had long brown hair which reached to her shoulders. She always wore it straight. She always wore a small earring in each ear. When she got back, I was shocked at the change in her appearance. Her hair was cut shorter, dyed a beautiful golden blonde and curled so it lay around her head. And, she had five tiny gold rings in each ear.

Thursday night, she said, "I am not going to have sex with you. I know you are suppose to tell him. I just want to see what he will do." I was angry with her for denying me and told her so. She was very surprised I was so strong with her. I think it secretly pleased her. But, she was adamant. She wanted to find out what Mr. Williams would do. She found out.

When I told him, he immediately called her at school. He ordered her to his office as soon as school was over that afternoon. About four, he called me, telling me to join him in his office. Becky was sitting in a chair in his waiting room when I got there. Immediately, we both entered.

She was twitching all over as she stood in front of his desk, bright eyed and eager with anticipation. He never said a word to her, although he did speak to me. He came around from behind his desk and undressed her. When Becky was at school, she still wore the same conservative clothes she had always worn. Other times, she dressed like the slut she had become. He stripped her naked except for her thigh high stockings. Those he rolled down to her knees.

Then, he started fastening restraints to her wrists, thick leather bracelets which buckled in place and had big rings. Becky never complained. In fact, she was loving it. I could smell her pussy and see the juice on her thigh. When he finished with her arms, he attached restraints to her legs. He pushed her face down over his desk. With rope, he bound her legs and arms so she could not get away.

Becky was wild now. She started begging him not to hurt her. He grinned at me. It was clear she was loving what was happening to her. Finally, her spoke to her.

"Becky, I do not tolerate disobedience. I told you to satisfy your husband every night. He tells me you intentionally did not obey last night to see what I would do."

"Yes, sir," she sobbed.

I could see the panic in her eyes as he jammed a ball gag in her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head. Her face was total fear and she was squirming all she could when he showed her the willow branch. It was about four feet long and very supple.

"Now, Becky, you are a slut and I am your master. Bob is your husband. You will obey both of us all the time. This whipping will help you remember that."

He gave her twenty and he was not gentle. The stripes covered her from the back of her knees to the small of her back, although most landed on her ass and upper thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag as the welts, red and ugly, immediately popped up when the willow branch struck her.

When he stopped, he commanded, "fuck her cunt, Bob."

I was rock hard. I jumped behind her and slammed into her. She orgasmed on the first thrust but I was pleased how long I lasted before I filled her with cum. Mr. Williams dropped his pants. His cock was a monster, much bigger than mine. He ran it in and out of her sopping pussy to get lubrication, then slammed it as hard as he could in her ass. She screamed again and passed out. He stopped, his cock in her to the hilt. He retrieved smelling salts from his shirt pocket and held it under her nose. When she revived, he fucked her ass long and hard until they both came. He walked in front of her, removed the gag and stuck his cock in her face, ordering her to clean him. I watched her lick her shit and his cum from his cock. He left her there across the desk.

He sat in his chair and called his secretary, ordering drinks for him and me. The secretary did not even flinch when she saw Becky tied down and freshly fucked over his desk. I was have expected Becky to be embarrassed at being seen by someone else. It was obvious what had happened. But, she had a wild, slutty grin in spite of her crying when the secretary walked in the room.

After Becky's sobbing had quieted, he asked, "Have we learned a lesson today, slut?"

"Yes, sir," she said, in a tiny, little girl voice.

"I will do this whenever I wish and next time, I will not be as gentle with you."

"Yes, sir," she sobbed again.

"Do you understand about being Bob's slut as well as mine?"

She looked over at me. It was the most loving look I had received from her in a very long time."

"Yes, sir."

"Release her, Bob." I unbound my wife. When her hands were free, she gently explored her ass, winching every time she touched herself.

"May I go clean up, Mr. Williams?" she asked.

"No. Just dress. I want the cum to run down your leg, slut. I want everyone to know you are freshly whipped and freshly fucked."

When he called her a slut, she gave him a wild, sexy look.

"You like being my slut, don't you, Becky?"

She said nothing but her look screamed yes. He jumped to he side and swatted her ass which was still tender from her whipping. She squealed and jumped.

"I asked you a question, slut."

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes. I like being your slut." She turned to look at me. "I like being your slut, too, Bobby."

>From that day forward, there was no question about out relationships. >Mr. Williams was my boss and Becky's master. I was his employee and Becky's husband. Becky was my wife, a teacher, but, first and foremost, she was a slut, his slut first and my slut second.

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In contrast to her, I was much more adventurous sexually. Certainly no virgin, by the time I was her age I had had many women. Sex was the most important thing in my life. You might even consider me a sex addict; I spent many hours in strip clubs and adult bookstores, enjoying pornography and the pleasures of feeling up strippers. In fact, I continued to do this even after we were married, because while Tammy was the love of my life, there were feelings and urges that she didn't satisfy. There was no way I could tell her about this, she wouldn't understand, so it remained a secret I kept from her.

Marriage so far had been a compromise. I brought her along slowly; She was very resistant to do anything she considered "kinky", and to her that included blowjobs and any kind of ass play. I was crazy enough about her to hold myself back. It was tough for me. Birth control was out of the question because of her religion, so early in our marriage, before we wanted children, there were long periods when I didn't get anything at all. But as tough as it was, I did love her, and I even treated it like a tease. Slowly, over the months, she was loosening up, and with each new boundary we crossed I felt encouraged. Just small things, things like kissing my cock or letting me talk dirty to her while we "made love" really got me off, they felt to me like conquests, because she was so resistant. And oh, so beautiful. I longed for the future, because I knew that someday I'd have her doing anything I wanted. Someday I'd have her kneeling before me, and looking up at me, waiting for me to blow my load all over her pretty face.

But, you know, woman of a certain age start thinking of babies, and Tammy was that age. So after we were married almost a year she decided we'd try for one. And it was like a switch was thrown in her head – all of a sudden she craved sex. She had no problem doing what I wanted to get started – lots of nights I'd come home to find her in the slutwear she refused to wear for me when we were first married. There was a part of me that felt resentful, used, because she wasn't doing these things for me, just to use my urges to get what she wanted: a baby. So there she'd be when I got home from work, all dolled up like a groupie, with a bikini top, skimpy cotton dress high enough to show the tops of her thigh-highs, and the "fuck me" pumps I loved so much. Yeah, she had the look, she knew what I liked and how to tease, but she wouldn't really act the part. I wanted to get head; I wanted her eyes looking up at me from down there. That was all I thought about, but she just wouldn't do it. It was the same excuseshe used all along: "In the eyes of God it was unnatural". Still the "nice girl" inside. But I knew the real reason – She wasn't about to waste any of my precious baby seed that way. So straight sex was all she'd allow. And from my end, straight sex 10 or so times a week is more work than I bargained for. I wasn't 18 anymore. A few times we'd get started, she'd be under me, egging me on, tickling my ass with her long nails, and all of a sudden something would happen to me. I'd lose it, just go soft. I'd be ashamed, she'd say "That's OK." Months went on, there was no sign of a baby, and I knew she was unhappy.

As if that wasn't enough, money started becoming a problem – I just didn't make enough. I was going to school at night, but was stuck in a low paying day job until I finished school. Things were real tight. We lived in a small apartment, and never had enough money for simple pleasures like vacations. We couldn’t even afford to go out to dinner when her friends invited us. It seemed like all our friends had much more than we did. Some of her girlfriends even had vacation homes.

So she was unhappy enough about the money to go out to work. She found a job as an office girl. Every day she rode the subway to her job downtown. I felt terrible seeing her go to work. She never complained openly, she really was a sweet girl, but there were times, especially when she was talking with her better off friends that I saw a hint of unhappiness, real jealousy. The man in me knew this wasn't right. If we could just hold on for a few years, things would be better. I'd make more money after I finished school. She could quit, I'd have more time, more energy, and enough money to provide for her. Then maybe those baby juices would kick in again. I was determined to stick it out. I still loved her.

She had been working a few months when she started acting out about it. She'd be silent, almost sullen when she came home, saying little about what went on. She worked for some company downtown – all I knew was its name, Invigra Inc., and that she spent her day doing some kind of clerical work. I could sense a change in her. She wasn't after me for sex anymore. She started angry all the time. She’d come home from work and not even talk to me, and I felt miserable. I felt like a failure.

For a week or so I consoled myself by spending more time in the strip clubs after work. The girls there weren't so demanding, just a quick buck and they shook their ass for me. But after having the promise of her, the hope that she would turn into some dark angel in bed, these diversions didn't satisfy anymore.

So one day I confronted her. "What's with you? Ever since you started this job you've changed. I told you it would only be till I finished school, but you're acting like you're mad about it!"

She just ran into the bedroom, tears in her eyes and closed the door. "Fuck her!" I thought. I got my coat on and went out, out to the local titty bar. I hadn't cheated on Tammy at all since we'd been married, unless you count feeling up strippers and sluts in these clubs. My hands worked overtime that night, and a lot of the money that Tammy earned wound up laced through g-strings.

She was sitting up in bed when I got home. She said she was sorry, but her unhappiness these past few weeks had nothing to do with me. She wasn't mad about working; she just hated the place she was in. What she told me next changed my mood completely.

"There's a boss there, and he's always hitting on me. I have to go into his office, and he's always putting his hand on me, touching my bottom." She was starting to sob as she said this, a tear falling in a slow roll down her soft cheek. "He says things to me, dirty things" My heart started beating. Someone was going to get his ass kicked.

"What's his name?"

"Brock." What kind of name was that, I thought?

"We'll Tammy, tomorrow I'm going to work with you. And I can guarantee you this Brock asshole isn't ever going to bother you again." I wanted her to know I’d take care of this for her, I wanted her to feel safe, protected. I didn’t tell her that I hadn’t been in a fight since grammar school. This guy Brock was probably some old office guy, grown pudgy and soft around the middle. I told her I’d make this guy sorry he ever messed with her. I showed her my fist, and said, "This guy will be one sorry motherfucker!"

She just stared wide-eyed at me.

When we got into the elevator the next morning, she pressed floor 45. I noticed that Invigra had floors 39-45 in the building, and I pondered the meaning of her working on the top floor. I guessed that this Brock was some bigwig in the company. I figured the guy was some old business fart, I'd make short work of him.

The offices on the 45th floor seemed very prosperous indeed. Very plush and dignified, our footsteps were silent in the thick carpeting. The receptionist was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, a polished Nordic beauty, wearing a thin silk blouse. I could see a hint of protruding nipples, and I felt myself stir.

Tammy asked for Brock, and we were asked to wait for a few minutes. While we were waiting on the couch, I amused myself by checking out the people in the office as they walked through the corridor. Almost everyone was female, and they were all knockouts, young woman in their early 20's, impeccably dressed and attractively made up. Even the voices were sexy. I wondered if Invigra was some sort of modeling agency. I was about to ask Tammy when a tall, shapely oriental woman told us the Mr. Brock would see us now.

As we walked through the hall to his office, I got myself ready. I was going to surprise the prick, get right in his face. Just one word from him and I'd throw his sorry ass right through the fuckin window.

The Asian girl opened the door, and for a moment, I just took in the surroundings. Mr. Brock's office was the size of our apartment. It was a corner office with two floor-to-ceiling, windows that looked out on the harbor. There was a sitting area with a couch and two easy chairs on the right as you walked in, a rich mahogany bar on the left, and a long expanse of thick red carpeting before Brock's desk.

He was standing there, and at the first sight of him all my plans of kicking his sorry ass through the window evaporated. I'd need to try something different. Brock was a huge black man, at least 6'7", and he probably weighed about 250 pounds. He was in his late twenties, there was an athletic grace to his movement he rose from behind his big desk and sauntered over to us. No way I'd last two seconds in a fight with him. He shook my hand: "Tammy's told me all about you." He looked down, and gave enough of a squeeze in his grip to make me grimace. Somehow he knew what I were there for.

I couldn't talk, couldn't get the words out of my throat. He looked at me, with the light of a smirk in his eyes. "What's on your mind?" he said with a bit of a challenge. There was something disorientating about him. In addition to his physical bulk, there was an air of settled power and prosperity about him. His was dressed in a custom tailored pinstripe suit, a silk tie that probably itself cost my weeks wages. He had lots of expensive jewelry: A solid gold watch, several large rings, and his right ear had a 3 or 4 carat diamond stud. He exuded power and confidence. Guessing how he made it here, I had an image of him beating some drug dealer to death in a dark alley, winning his first piece of turf on his climb to the top. But there was another image that fit also, because I had to admit the man had an air of smartness, a winning combination of ballsy wits and a cat-like alertness. He could have made it here with his brains too, dealing on the trading floor of an exchange.

I had to say something. Both he and Tammy were staring at me. I started to look at Tammy, but I couldn't meet those soft green eyes that stared back. I knew she remembered how big and tough I sounded last night, how I ran my mouth about what I would do to Brock. I realized she looked at me the same way last night and I realized she didn't give me even a hint of what Brock was like. I didn't like the feel of that in me; She knew what I was getting myself into, and she let it happen.

"Well, Tammy, guess I'll just get back to work while your MAN here gets himself together" He gave Tammy a quick wink he turned and started back to his desk. As he sat down he laughed: "Guess a cat got his tongue!" He leaned back in his leather chair and studied me. Sizing me up with a cool hard stare. I couldn't hold his gaze, I had to look past him at the boats in the harbor behind him. The ball was in my court, and I felt helpless.

He pressed a button and said, "Bring in some refreshments for my guests, please." Still leaning back, the silence held the charge in the air.

"Tammy tells me you kids are trying to have a child." He was starting, he knew he had an opening and would work on the wound.

"Kids," even though he was ten years younger than us. I had the sick sense of where he was going.

"But its been months now, and I don't see any change in her lovely figure."

"But then again, it might take …. many years…" He was grinning from ear to ear, flashing his big white teeth, "…Considering what you have to work with!" He eased back in his chair, letting fly with a a big, booming laugh.

Finally, I forced some words out, "y-y-y-y-you know, y-y-y-you c-c-c-an't harass w-w-women that work for you!" I was gulping for air as I fought to get the words out.

"Lighten up, man." He was so cool, calm, "You know, I can do whatever I want. The law says I can't 'harass', well, let me tell you, the law applies only to chumps like you." There was a flash in his eyes. "Fact is, I can pick up this phone and be talking to the Governor in about two minutes. Think you gonna tell me about the law?"

He started back in: "What was that word, 'harass'. Well that means unwelcome, but let me tell you chump, your woman has needs, she be givin off all kinds of signals, hints like, you know what I mean?" He fell into an insolent, easy jive, I could feel the blood rise in my cheeks as I watched his smile start again – "But no you wouldn't know, sorry-ass wuss like you get no signals no time, ha, ha, ha"

The door opened, and one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen walked in. She walked like she was on a runway, with a smooth rocking motion to show the form of her leg and the lift of her high heels. She was carrying a tray of drinks, and when she turned to set them on the low credenza, she bent low, and I saw even more of her smooth, sexy legs. My eyes were locked on her, there was a certain charge in the air, and even though I was sick with fear I felt desire stir, knowing that the feel of her against my body would comfort me. But she was his, I knew it. I watched her leave the same way she came in. When I looked back at Brock, he was staring at me. I knew he never even glanced at her the whole time, even though the show was for him. He didn't need to, because his dick new every sweet fold and crevice of her body. He was staring hard at me. A line had been crossed.

"Its a great country isn't it!" He was toying with me know, enjoying the upper hand, the way a cat plays with a cornered mouse. "Guy can really make somethin of hisself here, all you need is a pair of big balls, but then again, guess you wouldn’t know"

He rose and walked over to us, and stood over me. I was sitting low in the sofa, he seemed like a giant glowering down at me. "C'mon, get up. What you waitin for, boy. Your lady, here, she be thinkin you don't care about her. C'mon, make me stop hittin on her!!"

Tammy was watching me, watching with the same stare she had ever since we entered the office. All last night she was quiet, let me build myself up, talk big, even though she knew what I was getting myself into. A word from her would have made me hesitate, but no, she let me go, let me talk myself into it. And then I knew what that look was. She was laying low, waiting, ready for the winner.

"Lily ass punk, I'm gonna kick you outta my office." He reached down with his big hands and pulled me up off the couch by the collar. My heart was beating like a rabbit, I was fighting for breath. My feet were lifted off the floor, and he must have done this with one hand, because the other hand was drawn back in a fist. I could see the flash of his gold rings on thick wide knuckles. I couldn't look away because the rings had sharp points, jagged razor like edges, made to tear up the face of a victim. I felt like I would throw up, and I began to feel dizzy with the stress and fear.

Tammy went up to him, put her hands on his big shoulders, and said, "Please don't hurt him." That’s what I was reduced to. He threw me down on the couch like a sack of shit. My pants were wet. Tammy looked at the wet spot in my pants and I saw a look of disgust, of revulsion, on her face. With a look like, that, I knew she was gone forever. Brock looked at Tammy, pointed down at me and said, "Thinks he's gonna tell me what I can't do."

He walked over to her, and said softly, "Why you wasting your time with this loser?" She had no answer. "You need a man to take care of you, protect you, not the other way around". He walked slowly, easily over to his desk, completely unconcerned that he was turning his back on me. He opened a desk drawer, and took out a long dark box, and then came up to her and said, "Here. This is for you". As she opened it, he was standing behind her, caressing her shoulders. I could see that his big hands had long, sensual fingers. She opened the box, and her mouth opened in a small "Oh", and as she saw his gift. I could see the jewels in the necklace and a look of joy in her bright eyes. He drew it from her hand, and then, slowly, moved behind her, and with smooth, languorous, almost reverent movements draw it tight around her neck. "A fine lady needs to wear fine jewels."

It didn't matter that he probably had a drawer full of these things, ready to charm whatever piece of ass that walked into his office. What mattered was that it probably cost two years of my pay, and she never had anything so nice before, something to show her friends, a symbol of a mans devotion. As he closed it around her, he kissed her on the neck. She wasn't drawing away, just looking off into some distant, inner landscape. He kept planting small kisses all along he sides of her neck. When he put his lips into her ear, and started whispering to her, she rested her head back against his shoulder. She broke into a bright smile as she heard his whispers. One of her hands was absently feeling the necklace on her neck, and she reached back with the other hand and caressed the side of his face. The bitch!

It was like I wasn't there anymore. He was moving on her like an expert, kissing her neck, and as he moved from her neck up her ear her head drew back in pleasure. He reached into her dress and started squeezing her breasts. Biting softly on her ears, whispering. I could make out a few phrases: "…make you feel real good…", "…deep inside…", and, as he slid his hands down towards her crotch, "…feel that fine, soft pussy…" When his hands got there, she closed her eyes, and she bit her lower lip. "…want a real man to give you a baby..," her chest heaved.

She turned toward him and put both arms over his big shoulders. She stood high on her toes. She was whispering back to him now, and while she nuzzled her face against his cheek he was pawing her ass. She drew back and started to undo his tie. She turned and looked me straight in the eye. So bold, so hot she was. The smirk was gone, here was a woman who found what she needed. For months I was trying to get her like this, trying to break through her reserve, and even though her creamy pussy didn't want me the sight of her like this got me hot. His silk tie made a whistling sound as she pulled it off. When she undid all the buttons of his shirt, and spread it open it to expose his torso, I could see the excitement in her face. His body was spectacular, all lean, tight muscle, chiseled like polished black granite.

He took her hand and pushed it down in his pants, and I could see the interest on her face as she felt his big tool. I could see her hand moving inside his pants. I was shut down now, in shock from a sort of overload. A part of me was trying to estimate how big his prick was, by inspecting the range of motion of her hands. She reached her other hand down, and opened his belt, and then got down on her knees to pull his pants down.

The man had reason to be proud. It wasn't even fully erect yet, but it was already much larger than any other dick I've seen. And very wide. My wife was kneeling now, just a foot or so from it, and I wondered how much of it she could take.

"Suck my cock, baby!", and slowly, slowly she brought her lips closer to it. When she finally touched it, and started to draw the length of it inside her mouth, I felt an electric surge move through my body. The push of that big, black Johnson into her mouth was hot stuff. My cock surged against my wet pants, as I saw her lips stretching, watching her resist the impulse to gag as she took as much as she could in her throat.

She never did this for me. For months I was bringing her along slowly, respectfully, being careful not to sully her with my carnal needs. I knew now that I was a fool – what she really wanted was a man to take her without asking. She was going down eagerly, working like a coke whore on the biggest, meanest guy I had ever seen. He was getting the treatment, the silky lip, soft tongue, careful slow suck that is the wet dream of every man. Every few minutes she would slide him out of her mouth, and then lower her face so she could tickle first one ball, then the other, with her long, wet tongue. When she would do this I would hear him murmur, "You are one fine bitch". Then she would slide him back into her mouth, and then stare directly at me. My cock was burning.

Once he draw her up, and then whispered something in her ear. I saw her nod, and he walked back over to me. "Get yo ass up off my couch!" I got up sheepishly; Tammy took her skirt and panties off, laid back on the couch, lifting her legs high and wide, exposing her hairy cunt to us. But no, it wasn't to us, it was to him. He undressed, slowly, savoring his conquest, enjoying the opportunity for some more insults. "Here, hold these," handing me his pants and shirt. I just stood there, unable to move, but not really wanting to anymore either. I wanted to watch it happen, I wanted to see him do Tammy. My excitement showed, Brock noticed my hard cock inside my wet pants. "Tammy, get a load of that little thing there, all ready for action!" They both laughed, and as I stood there, holding his clothes, he climbed on top of her.

I could see her face beneath his hard back and shoulders. She was all red, her lips were flushed with passion, and she stared up at him as she reached for his big thing and positioned it at her gates. He pushed the tip in, and he said, "C'mon girl, put your legs up over my shoulders." From my position I could see his ball sacs and the long fat prick hanging down into her.

The air was electric. He started pushing in, and her face jumped, I could almost feel the sharp pain, "No, Brock, you're hurting me!!!"

"Guess you ain't used to real meat, bitch!. Man, you tight like a teenybopper, ain't really been done yet!" he wasn't stopping, he continued to drive in, slowly, even though she was crying out in pain. It seemed like he was being deliberately slow, enjoying the feel of breaking her wide open. It seemed like an eternity, watching the length of his Johnson plunge into her, spreading her out underneath him, settling his body full on her wide open ass. Finally, he was all the way in, and he stopped a moment and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "There now, it only hurt cause you ain't used to me, but you be OK, you're mine now"

She just looked over at me, glassy eyed. He held her tight by her shoulders, she was pinned under him as he started pumping. She was helpless, but it really didn't matter, because I could see she was over the edge, that sweet spot where the pain turns into surrender. "Oh, Brock!" Now she was digging it, enjoying the stab of his love tool deep down inside. Her mouth was pressed against his hard shoulder, she was giving him little love bites. "Oh, God, that feels good! Fuck, that big cock feels good!!"

"Man, Tammy, you be one sweet cunt! So nice and tight!"

Oh, I loved the sight of her, watching the way she gasped with every thrust, watching her be carried to the edge, hissing her pleasure like a wild animal. She was looking up at him, and I could see her cheeks were wet. They were tears of pleasure.

Brock stopped for a moment, Just when she was ready, just at that moment when he knew she was right there, almost ready to explode inside, he stopped thrusting and looked at her. He knew just what to do, how to use this moment, this ache he aroused in her.

He looked into her crying eyes, and brought his face down within an inch of her, and gave her the sweetest, gentle little kiss on her lips, and whispered, "You like this, baby?"

"Y-y-y-yes,", softly, like a prayer.

And he answered with a soft wet kiss. "You'll be my girl from now on?"

"Y-y-y-yes," loving what she heard.

"You be my bitch?"

"Y-y-yes, I do, I want that"

I thought I'd burst from passion, I felt like I was witness to some dark, sinful intimacy. I loved it too, feeling a vicarious pleasure at the treatment the man was getting from her, watching the smooth way he played her. I started to rub myself as I listened, forgetting the humiliation, caught up in the sparks that flew between them.

"I like my bitches be always there, case my dick get hard, need some sweet lovin, some o dat there sugar you got inside"

"Oh, Jesus, I want to be the one you come to, oh, Christ, Brock, I love feeling your big dick inside me!!" He was hearing what he wanted, and he started moving again, slowly pulling and pushing that big thing inside her.

"Gonna shoot you full of my baby juice, your belly be full of me!"

"Ohhhhh, Brock, I want you baby, oh you mean stud, pump it deep inside, I want your baby!!" She was coming, I saw a big smile of satisfaction on his face as she said let loose. I came at the same time she did, loving the sight of the big man in action.

That was a long time ago. He still comes over our house at least once a week. My job is to keep his son quiet, because Brock gets pissed off if his cries disturb his lovemaking, and all I have to do is feel my dentures with my tongue to remind me of what he's like when he gets upset.

When he calls and says he's coming I help Tammy get ready for him. I brush her hair, and help her put on the jewelry he's bought for her. I now give expert pedicures. I make sure dinner is almost ready when he arrives, the table is set, and the crystal is polished. When he arrives, I meet him at the door, wearing an apron. When I bring them their drinks in the living room, she's already laying in his big arms. My abuse is now part of their foreplay, he loves to tease me and she loves to watch. Its a long drawn out scene, he starts slowly, talking about how silly I look, and criticizing the way I keep "his" house. He'll ask Tammy if I've made any moves on her since he was there last. And even though I wouldn’t dare, she always lies, she turns to him and whispers in his ear about some indiscretion I've committed. Whispers while she's looking right at me, and I see a little smug smile on her face. Brock will smile too, almost laugh, he knows its a lie, but its his cue to get ph ysical. He gets up ad grabs me, holding me with one hand while he bitch-slaps me with the other. He'll slap me till I cry, Tammy laying there all happy inside, her juices flowing at the sight of her manin action.

All night long I sit with his son, hovering nearby in case he wakes. But sometimes, when he's in a deep sleep, I slip away, and walk towards "our" bedroom. I wait outside and listen carefully, and some sick instinct in me makes me stroke myself as I listen to them. I can hear her deep breathing, and I imagine the scene in my mind, the bulk of him on top of her, the shudder of pleasure in her face as the big man drives into her. She's not religious at all anymore, it seems all she wants that big dick pushing into her, stretching the soft skin on her insides, filling her with his precious seed.

I love the mornings best of all. When I wheel their breakfast in, more often than not they're still at it. As I push the bedroom door open I can see her red nails on his big black ass, urging him deeper into her. Her hand urge him in, even through she screams like she's in pain. "Oh Christ, Brock no!" He loves that, loves to feel like his woman can't take him. I know their games, I've heard every shout and gasp of their lovemaking, and I'm rock hard as I listen and pour their coffee.

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Forty seven cum shots would have been plenty for her carnal purpose, but because of the sheer eroticism of the situation, at least seventeen of them had lined up at the bag to dump a second load, and four actually came back for a third eruption!

My wife Cyndi loves being the center of attention. She has a large circle of friends and acquaintances who worship her fleshy assets. She had long ago grown to love all of her curves as much as I do and in the process, has allowed me to videotape her having sex with an ever expanding group of men. The tape that I made tonight was certain to be a hard-core blockbuster.

Cyndi has starred in many amateur porn movies, most of which serve as ice-breakers at our local swing group. The action that I filmed tonight was one that she had dreamed of producing for a long time. It wasn't until now that she had enough men to make the movie possible. Her friends volunteered to bring along anyone interested in donating some hot sperm to be used in our extremely kinky movie. The rest of the men present answered the ad on the bulletin board down at our local XXX movie store.

The ad read: Studs wanted. Must be well hung with large loads and not be camera shy. Nympho slut needs your cum for amateur porn production. Phone 469-0000

When the studs arrived at the house, in singles and in groups, they were greeted at the door by a very excited woman. Cindi was ready for sex! In addition to the heavy eye make-up that I love to see, she wore her sexiest fuck perfume splashed far up underneath the warm folds of her large sagging breasts.

As for clothes, what little she wore was all in black. Her heaving mounds of tit-flesh were encased in a custom made black brassiere designed to expose maximum cleavage. The cups had large cut-outs from which her hard, half inch nipples protruded sensuously. Her blouse was of black lace material that left very little to the imagination. Cindi's blouse was tucked into a black leather micro-mini skirt that literally was stretching at the seams in a futile attempt to keep her gorgeous fat ass inside. Underneath her slutty little skirt, she wore no panties (of course) to cover the fleshy folds of her bald cunt. Instead, black lace garters peaked out from under her skirt hem and were fastened to her black fish-net stockings. Her black stiletto heels pushed up her heavy legs into her plush hips, accentuating the lovely bulk of her ass cheeks. Everyone assembled agreed that this horny babe was indeed a carnal delight.

When the last of the gang arrived, Cindi led the pack of horny studs upstairs and into our bedroom where I was waiting with my cameras. Our bedroom is well equipped for sexual entertainment. There are mirrors on the ceiling and on the wall at the head of the bed. Along one wall, a 36 inch television set is hooked up to the VCR and was playing erotic highlights from previous sexual encounters with Cindi's other friends. One hot film clip followed the next: Cindi on the receiving end of a seven man gang-band; on her knees and spreading her ass cheeks to accept a huge, ass-splitting black cock; and Cindi flat on her back with her legs spread skyward in locked ankle cuffs at the center of a circle-jerk with all six men erupting simultaneously into her anxious waiting mouth. In each clip, Cindi does her best to hold eye contact with the camera because she loves being videotaped during sex.

Tonight's filming started when she removed her blouse and high heels before jumping up onto the bed, gyrating wantonly as she teased the crowd with her sex. Her hormones flowing as freely as her cunt juices, she stripped down to her garter belt and stockings, then she lied down on the bed with her toys.

They gathered around our bed as she filled their eyes with the incredible sight of her tits heaving back and forth as she slowly inserted her mammoth dildo into the creamy depths of her pulsating fuck hole. Her sexy tit flesh began to heave violently as the dildo increased the tempo of its' strokes. Each time that she was about to orgasm, she would grip the dildo with her pussy lips and then spread her fat ass-cheeks as far apart as possible. Next, she would jam a more human sized pink vibrator up her tight anus and hold it there as it worked its' quivering magic. As her climax approached, the fleshy rolls of her thighs and tummy would undulate in perfect time with her rapidly flopping chest until she screamed out her intense pleasure. After a short breather, she would then pull the near buried dildo out of her cunt and begin slowly working the gooey monster until another orgasm approached.

After each of her climaxes, several of the naked stallions closest to the edge of the bed stroking their meat would approach eruption and have to hurry over to the headboard. Here, a funnel was positioned over an enema bag and Cindi would suck one throbbing cock after another, finishing each off by carefully directing their spurting loads into the enema bag.

It made her feel so sexy to see those orgasms splashing one after another into her bag that it just made her pump her sex lips all the more urgently. For each of her orgasms, it seemed that about 8 or 9 men were lined up for relief. About the time that Cindi began to weaken from her many multiple orgasms, she noticed that some of the cocks up at the bag were repeat offenders. While their loads were smaller the second time around, just the fact that they were back for a second eruption was enough to reconfirm her sexual attractiveness and get that monster cock ravaging her hole with renewed vigor.

When it seemed that she couldn't possibly coax another orgasm from her quivering slit, she recognized that some of the cocks showing up for her attention were there for the third time. Incredibly, when the last four sets of balls were presented for a third milking, two of the studs produced larger eruptions than their first two trips combined!

In all, 68 very intense orgasms spewed over a half a quart of milky white urgency into her enema bag. If we had recruited another 9 or 10 cocks, it is likely that her bag would be overflowing. Though the enema bag was not full, her gaping cunt soon would be.

It was at this point that I handed the camera duties over to one of the men who had agreed to finish the filming. I went over to Cindi and carefully removed the funnel from the bag, making sure that every last drop of cock juice had dripped from the funnel into the open bag. Next, I took a couple of pillows and placed them under Cindi's elevated ass and then put a black satin sheet over the pillows. After Cindi lowered her beautiful fat ass onto the pillows, I inserted the enema nozzle deep within her pulsating vagina. My own rock-hard penis was dripping with pre-cum as I slowly began to drain the sperm bag into her thirsty slit.

By now a few die hard cocks in the audience were twitching back to life. They would be the icing on the cake if they could coax another load before the filming was over.

As the depths of Cindi's pussy began to fill up with the massive loads, she had to tug on her cunt lips and lift them in an attempt to keep from spilling any of the precious seed. A guttural growl was soon coming from the back of her throat as she could feel the approach of another orgasm brought on by the intense eroticism of having her sex cavity filled in such a depraved manner. With her heavy legs splayed wide open, I had to stop draining the cum into her hole every few minutes in order for the goo to finish settling into the depths of her scarlet gash.

After about 10 minutes, my shaking hands had finished squeezing the last of the semen from the scalding bag into her sex hole. The camera lens was zoomed in tight on her cunt as I withdrew the enema nozzle. With the nozzle pulled out, a big bubble formed in the warm depths of Cindi's pussy. The bubble gurgled and popped up to the surface of her sex lips, sending a shock wave of pleasure to her quivering clitoris

The camera was focused on her elevated cunt, looking down into the creamy depths of that hot pool of jism. Any cum that escaped from her slit during the procedure was quickly lapped up by my eager tongue.

Cindi, myself, the camera man and the whole crowd of semi-hard cock meat were ready for the climax of the film! With the camera a few feet away from Cindi's wide open cunt, I removed my clothing and stood astride the splayed open legs of this graphically exposed slut-woman. Like a high diver, my cock prepared to make the plunge into that sweet pool of steaming orgasms. Tension mounted as I slowly lowered my cock towards her pleading pussy. Strands of pre-cum were hanging from the tip of my cock to Cindi's creamy lips, helping to guide my throbbing meat towards its' gooey destination.

The crowd shouted encouragement as my manhood touched the target and then disappeared into the creamy wetness of male ejaculate. As my cock submerged into Cindi's liquid sex, the milky jism overflowed her lips before running down the folds of her ass cheeks, past her anus and finally pooled in the creases of the black satin sheet. Cindi screamed with pleasure as I began thrusting motions and plunged ever deeper into the creamy recesses of her molten cunt. A river of orgasms were now cascading down Cindi's fat ass cheeks as I was about to bury my shaft in her fuck-hole right up to my balls. As my scrotum touched her asshole, a loud farting sound emitted from deep within her gurgling cunt, spewing hot strands of thick ejaculate that splashed against my balls before dripping back on to her massive thighs.

Cindi's heavy hips began to buck to a shuddering climax and with it bringing my ecstasy to near peak. Just as I was about to shoot my wad, I pulled my cock out of her creamy pussy to reveal a tidal wave of cum encrusting my pubic hair, balls, and the entire length of my manhood. Cindi's gaping cunt, ass cheeks and thighs were also completely matted with this same thick juice. With the tip of my cock poised about an inch over her weary cunt, I erupted with my own overwhelming blast. Spurt after spurt erupted from my pulsating cock, combining with the copious ejaculate already covering Cindi's fleshy thighs and tummy.

After my balls were completely spent, Cindi and I quickly re-arranged ourselves into our favorite position, the old 69. She lowered her drenched cunt onto my waiting tongue and in turn began to lap up the jism from my cock and scrotum. Load after creamy load oozed from the depths of her gaping sex-hole into my awaiting mouth before a virtual river of male lust disappeared down my throat.

By now, a handful of newly engorged cocks were being primed for ejaculation. Several men had climbed up on the bed and squatted over top of Cindi and I. Rapidly stroking their fuck-meat, cocks were soon spewing white hot bursts of desire onto our extended tongues.

We awoke two or three hours later. The group had all gone home, leaving us glued together by the copious amounts of dried or sticky cum. After slowly pulling our naked bodies apart, we rewound the videotape, watched it as we masturbated, and then fell asleep for the night.

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