The BBC Adventures of a Wife and Her Cuck

The BBC Adventures of a Wife and Her Cuck

By RLM

The Appointment:

Debbye Gorman was too excited to sit around her house and wait until 2 PM. After months of agonizing and procrastination, she had finally gotten up the courage to make the appointment, and today was the day. After her husband Marc had left for work at the bank where he was now an associate loan officer, she had had yet another fit of uncertainty and had almost called to cancel her appointment… almost, but not quite.

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By 9 AM, I had managed to suppress my nervousness. At the point, my nervousness was replaced with a rush of excitement. Hurrying upstairs, I quickly stripped off the housedress I had worn for Marc’s benefit at breakfast. A few minutes later I stepped naked into the shower. The warm water splattering against my erect nipples sent erotic shivers of pleasure through me that seemed to descend and focus between my thighs, which were already wet, not only from the water but also from my arousal. As my clit enlarged and hardened, I realized that I was pressing my thighs together essentially masturbating as I showered.

Stepping out of the shower, I began drying myself with the large, pink bath towel embroidered with the script “Hers”. The thought that I had deliberately omitted washing my pussy raised my excitement to an even higher level. The last thing I dried was my inner thighs and pussy. After removing the excess moisture, I couldn’t resist the urge to press the towel to my face. The musky aroma was obvious. “Hot Slut,” I said aloud.

It took me 30 minutes to do my makeup and then another 30 minutes to decide on my outfit for the day. I finally selected a tight, red dress that didn’t reach my knees. The deep V-neck of the dress exposed both the tops of my large breasts and their inner slopes. For undergarments, the only thing wore was a black, transparent thong. It was going to be too much of a problem to get in and out of thigh-high stockings so I decided to go without and just wear a pare of sexy four-inch heels that did a good job of making my legs look nice… no, not nice… certainly not nice, but they did make them look sexy.

By noon, I was dressed and ready to go. At 1:00 PM, I pulled out of my driveway and headed for Jacque’s Massage et Tatouage de Papillon Salon or in English, Jacque’s Massage and Butterfly Tattoo Salon. As I began the 20 mile drive through traffic, the memory of my conversation with Rachelle Garrison three months earlier had my body quivering with a mixture of nervousness and sexual heat.

Rachelle and I were having lunch in The Golden Crêpery, a popular restaurant in one of the newer malls in the city. Rachelle was a beautiful woman, a nurse, and as expected, we were attracting a lot of male attention. As usual, our conversation, actually gossip, was about men and couples we both knew. We hadn’t been seated for more than few minutes before Rachelle leaned closer and whispered, “Have you heard about Beverly Johnson?”

“What about Beverly?” I whispered back.

“The word is that she’s got a black lover who’s fucking her several times a week. He’s an ex-football player who now owns a car dealership.”

“Really?! How do you know?”

“Gloria Dobson told me.”

“Didn’t Gloria get a divorce last year? How does she know or is it just her overactive imagination at work?”

“Well, Gloria is divorced, so she has the house to herself. She let’s Beverly use it whenever she needs a place to meet her lover. She told me that sometimes she watches, and a few occasions, the guy has fucked both of them.”

“She tell you anything about the guy?”

“Of course she did. His name is Trace, and Gloria couldn’t stop talking about how ripped and powerful his body is. She said he’s got a nine-inch cock.”

“Is it thick as well as long?”

“Gloria says she can hardly open her mouth wide enough to suck him.”

“Oh my gawd! That’s so hot! And this guy fucks Beverly a lot?”

“Gloria said almost every day and sometimes he bangs her in the evenings too.”

I recalled how I had shaken my head in wonderment at the same time as my pussy was becoming increasingly wet. Finally, I had said, “Beverly’s getting that huge cock plus Mel’s daily, and I can’t get Marc interested in fucking me more than once a week, if that.”

“Why don’t you get a lover, or even better, two lovers?”

“I’m not certain I could do that. In fact, I know I couldn’t do that. Even if I wanted to, men don’t seem that interested in making love to me.”

Rachelle had laughed at that remark. “Of course they’re not interested in making love to you. They all want to fuck your hot cunt and also your ass. You’re just as attractive and desirable as Beverly, and she’s got a huge black cock screwing her four or five times a week. You’ve just got to advertise, Debbye. Let the studs know you’re available.”

“You mean like wearing short skirts and low-cut blouses?”

“Sure. That and more. Wear sexy four-inch heels or hot boots. Go without a bra and let those big tits of yours bounce a little. Get some tats in strategic places.”

“Get some tattoos? Does that work?”

“Absolutely! Whenever a guy see’s a woman with tats, he knows she likes sex and welcomes male attention. You need one or two that are visible when you’re fully dressed. Another one or two that can be seen when you flash a guy or wear some hot outfit. And finally, you need one or two that guy can see when you wear a bikini or when he’s got you naked and is about to fuck you.”

At that point, it was my turn to laugh. “If he’s got me naked and is about to fuck me, I don’t think I would need any additional advertisement at that point.”

“If you want the guy’s cock to be iron-hard, a sexy tat on your ass or right above your pussy will do the job. I ought to know. I’ve got both of those. The one right above my clit is a little red arrow pointing downward with the words “Fuck Me Here” in an arc above the arrow. Let me tell you, Debbye, every guy’s cock turns to into a steel ramrod when he sees that.”

“I don’t think I would have the nerve to get tats like that. It’s one thing to talk about being naughty with other men, but I couldn’t cheat on Marc. Besides the embarrassment of going to some seedy tattoo parlor, I’ve heard that the needle hurts.”

“I have the solution to all that, if you’re interested. Are you?” Rachelle had asked. “I don’t think you should worry about Marc. Besides, you’ll be a much hotter fuck for him. Believe me, nothing keeps a woman in heat as much as hard cocks eager to get into her pussy.”

“I hope you don’t mind my asking, but do you have a lover?” Rachelle leaned closer to provide the answer.

“Nope. I don’t have a lover. I have several lovers. My husband Brad wants sex about twice a week. In addition, I usually get laid another two times during the week by some guy or guys, and now that Trace is occasionally fucking me, well… you do the math, Honey.”

By that time, my hand was pressing hard against my excited pussy. Rachelle noticed, and said, “You need to find a hot guy to do that for you, Debbye. His tongue and cock will get you off a lot better than your fingers or a vibrator will.”

“There’s no way that I’m gonna start having sex with another guy, but getting some tats might be fun and it just might light Marc’s fire. What’s the solution you mentioned?” I had asked while my hand continued to move between my thighs.

“The solution is a special appointment with Jacque.”

“How does that work?”

“Jacque owns and operates Jacque’s Massage et Tatouage de Papillon Salon. In English, that’s Jacque’s Massage and Butterfly Tattoo Salon. His salon caters solely to women, so you don’t need to worry about being around a bunch of men having naked women tattooed on their arms or chests while you’re there. All the work is done in private, beautifully decorated rooms that are sterilized after every client. The real advantage, however, is Jacque. The word is that he’s is the best ink artist in the state. His tats are just gorgeous.”

“That’s all fine and good, but the needle will still hurt,” I had protested.

Rachelle had again laughed, this time even harder. “Not with a special appointment it won’t, Debbye. You won’t even notice the needle. In fact, when it’s over, you’ll be shocked to see that you now have several hot tats on your body.”

“That seems unlikely to me. How does he do that?”

“A special session begins by Jacque erotically removing all your clothes and giving you a sensuous, full-body massage that will have you moaning. Before he’s finished, your clit will be erect and pulsing and your pussy will be soaked. You might even have an orgasm. Jacque will position you for the work, then move closer. You won’t have any problems feeling his erection. He’s really hung. When he begins inking the tat, you’ll be so excited you won’t even think about the needle. As he works, you’ll continue to feel his hard shaft. It will flex and throb. Believe me, the only thing that you will be able to think about is how fantastic that thick cock would feel if it were inside your pussy.
When the first tat is finished, he will reposition you for the next tat, and so on until everything is finished. All the time he’s working, his powerful body will be pressed against you, and there’s no way you won’t feel his big cock throbbing. You will have several wonderful tats, be wildly excited, and you will feel absolutely wonderful.

“Oh shit!” I moaned as my vagina pulsed in response to Rachelle’s description. Almost without thinking, my hand moved under my dress to my pussy.

Rachelle grinned as she watched my body tremble, “You think that was hot? Just wait until you’re on that table with Jacque working on you. He only takes clients referred by previous clients. So let me know if you want me to make an appointment for you.”

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It had taken me over two months to get up the nerve to call Rachelle and ask her to make a special appointment for me with Jacque. She called me the next day to let me know that I had an appointment at 2 PM on the 23rd of the month, which was three weeks later.

“Sorry about the long wait, Debbye. He’s got a really long waiting list. And he only schedules one special appointment per day. The rest of the time, he does ordinary tat jobs for ladies. One more thing, Debbye. Don’t be late, and above all else, do not miss the appointment. If you do, it’s unlikely you will get another.”

I was so engrossed in my recollections of my conversation with Rachelle, I hardly remembered driving across town to Jacque’s salon. It was 1:45 PM when I saw the beautiful façade of the salon. It was illuminated with subdued, light-blue hidden lights. Across the top in flowing script was a bright-red neon sign announcing


I felt my vagina pulse at the sight of it. The thought that Jacque’s powerful body might be pressing against me as he inked my flesh had my breasts heaving. As I walked across the parking lot toward the entrance, I could feel the wetness coating my inner thighs. As soon as I entered the salon, I knew that very soon in would be on the table with Jacque giving me an erotic massage. Since Marc would be the beneficiary of the excitement that Jacque produced, it really wasn’t as if I were cheating.

The décor of the reception area was similar to what I would have expected to see if I entered the living room of a $500,000 private home. There were plush carpets, lounge chairs, divans, walnut tables, ornate lamps, even a crystal chandelier. A seedy tattoo parlor it was not.

A beautiful, young receptionist with one elegant, small lace tat on her right arm and a second blue and green design on her neck greeted me from behind a small desk, took my name, and informed me that Jacque would be ready for me at 2 PM. She paused a moment and then added, “Are you ready, Debbye?” When I both blushed and nodded, the woman winked at me.

Rachelle had not exaggerated when she told me that Jacque was an incredibly handsome guy with a powerful body just rippling with muscles. His tight shorts outlined his cock perfectly. It appeared to be huge, thick, and powerful. Even though he was only partially hard, he was already much bigger than my husband. My tits were now heaving with excitement, and the sexy stud knew it. Knowing that he knew enflamed me even further. My vagina throbbed at the thought. I tried desperately to get myself under control, but Jacque’s presence defeated all my efforts.

First, he had pose in my tight, red dress with my hand on one hip and my feet spread apart. When the ripped stud inhaled sharply and ran his tongue over his lips, I couldn’t keep my hips still.

“I understand you would like to have an enticing tat on your buttocks. Is that correct?” he asked. When I nodded, he smiled and said, “I can certainly provide that. Raise your dress so I can decide where it will look the most erotic.”

I could feel the moisture seeping into the crotch of my thong as I pulled my dress up almost to my waist and then turned to present my ass to Jacque.

“Gorgeous. Simply outstanding! And you also desire tats on your breasts?” Again, I nodded. “I can provide those too. Lower your dress. Show me your breasts.”

In one smooth motion, I pulled the top down to release both of my braless breasts. I even cupped them for his inspection. “Your breasts are outstanding. I think perhaps a tat on their upper slopes where men can view them will work well. Or we could place them closer to your hard nipples. Are they always this hard and tempting?”

I couldn’t believe how much Jacque’s words were exciting me. The man hadn’t even touched me, and I was already panting. When he moved closer, I said in a voice that only slightly louder than a whisper, “I want something sexy on them and on my ass… something hot… something that excites my husband.”

“Just your husband? Not other men as well? Don’t you want their cocks to harden with lust when they see the sexy tats on your ass and tits? Remove your dress, please. So we can begin.”

A moment later, my dress was on the floor, and I was naked save for my thong and heels. As Jacque’s hands moved over my body, he whispered, “Big, sexy tits… hot, full, luscious ass… they will be even hotter with sensuous tattoos. We shall begin with a full-body massage to relax you. I promise that you will not feel the needle at all.” My hips hunched spontaneously as he moved his hand between my thighs. “And perhaps a tat above your moist, hot pussy? Something inviting… sensuous?” I heard myself moan in response.

“Get on the table. We so we can begin.”

As soon as I was on the table, he removed my heels and spread my legs apart so that my feet were at the table’s corners. For the next fifteen minutes, his hands massaged my body. Both of my breasts were oiled and kneaded until they heaved with excitement. My nipples were hard and erect. Each time his fingers moved over their tips, my pelvis arched off the table. My mouth opened allowing my tongue to stroke my upper lip. I felt like a sex slave.

A glance at Jacque’s shorts showed that I wasn’t the only one excited. His cock was hard and erect. Although still covered by his shorts, its length and girth were obvious. As I watched, he pulled his T-shirt off baring himself from the waist upward. The sight of his muscled, powerful body made my vagina throb. For a moment, I was ashamed at my slutty response, but only for a moment. All such thoughts were wiped from my mind when his hands began moved over my belly, into my navel, and then lower.

Moving to the end of the table, Jacque’s hands moved to my feet and then to my calves. Slowly, ever so slowly, he worked upward higher and higher as my hips undulated in female heat. Then his hands covered my thighs… kneading them… working the oil into my flesh. His hands moved higher. He was almost there. I moaned helplessly and spread my legs even wider in obvious invitation.

“Please,” I groaned.

His fingers moved the thong aside and slipped between the wet lips… up and down… slowly. I moaned even louder pressing myself against his hand. His fingers moved upward over my erect clitoris. My pelvis arched as I groaned helplessly, “Oooohhh… Oooohhh… OOoohh!”

Suddenly, his fingers moved away from my pussy, but my hips remained arched. After removing my thong, he moved upward until he was standing right beside my head. As I watched, he slowly lowered his shorts. Rachelle had said nothing about Jacque stripping. I shook my head and opened my mouth to protest. At that moment, his cock jerked away from the confining shorts and shot straight up, a huge, massive cylinder of masculine power. My protests died on my lips as I stared at his awesome shaft.

Rachelle had told me that Jacque’s cock was nine inches… it seemed even bigger than that. It was more than four inches longer than Marc’s and much thicker. It’s volume was probably six or seven times that of my husband. He moved it over my face and lips. I knew I should stop him and get off the table. What he was doing was outrageous. Instead of doing any of those things, my mouth opened for him. A moment later, five inches of hard cock filled it.

“Oh yes. You suck beautifully, Debbye. Open wider. Yes… like that. Excellent.”

Jacque fucked my mouth with slow, deep strokes pressing his cock against my throat on every entry. My saliva quickly coated his organ and dripped from my chin. Gradually, he worked his cock into my throat. I gagged a little but more and more of his big dick found its way into my mouth and throat. My fingers automatically moved to my clitoris as I sucked him.

When his cock began to jerk and throb, I knew he was going to cum. I sucked harder, but before I could get him off, he withdrew his cock from my mouth. Once out, it throbbed and jerked right in front of my face. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

“Don’t you want to cum,” I asked in confusion.

“Of course. I will ejaculate several times before we are finished, but in order to do my best ink work, I need for the first time to be now. I think I will use your gorgeous breasts as my target. Another minute with your mouth and hand will be more than enough. Do it.”

Jacque pressed his cock against my lips, and my mouth opened automatically. He had over estimated the time required. In less than a minute, his organ jerked spastically. Just before it exploded, I directed it at my tits, and was shocked as ten thick jets of semen coated my entire chest. Semen was dripping from my nipples when he finished.


I was stunned. His cock remained hard and erect in spite of the huge volume of semen he had shot over my tits. His face lowered to mine. Again, I opened my mouth. His lips covered mine as his tongue explored.

“Time to begin,” he announced as soon as our lips parted. Moving to the center of the table, he again lowered me onto my back. I spread my legs without being told.

Once more, his fingers slid up and down my slit. My vagina was wide open, pulsing with need. I arched my hips to present it to him. When his finger again made contact with my erect clitoris, it throbbed, throbbed spastically, again and again. A moment later juices spurted as I shook in my first orgasm.

I was still shaking when he entered my vagina with two fingers pressing hard against my G-spot. There was no way I could resist this man any longer. Two things were obvious: Jacque was going to fuck me with his huge cock, and I was going to cheat on Marc for the first time.

“OH GOD… FUCK ME! PLEASE! FUCK ME!”

“Not yet. Soon.” His fingers again entered my vagina.

“UUnnggh… aahhh… YES! YES! YES!”

Then both fingers began moving together over my G-spot… pressing upward as they moved in and out of my throbbing hole.

“AAHHH! AAHHH! AAHHH! AAHHH! AAHHH!”

“Delicious fuck hole! It needs an inviting tat above it… Something that urges a man to enter.”

“UUmmmm… AAHHH! AAHHH! YES.. YES! ENTER ME! ENTER ME!”

“Turn over,” he commanded. “Turn over and arch your ass.”

“Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Enter me from behind. Fuck me… fuck my cunt.. fuck my ass. Yes! Yes! Yes!”

As soon as I assumed the position, I felt his powerful hands spreading my buttocks open to completely expose both my vagina and anus. I groaned as his fingers explored my asshole. I even arched my hips higher as they slid smoothly into my depths. I couldn’t stop gasping and moaning. Another climax surged through my pussy.

“Does your husband enter you often?”

“NO! NO! Ooohhhh… fuck meee!”

“I shall. Other men shall. A lot! Let us begin making the tats. Turn over… sideways on the table. Lift your legs into fucking position. Open yourself. I shall put an invitation right above your hard clitoris while I fuck you. When men see it, their cocks will harden into steel.”

I raised my legs and spread wide open for him. He moved up to the edge of the table, pulled my hips right to edge and pressed his cock against my opening. “Then they will drive their thick, hard cocks into you. Like this!”

“AAAHHHHHHH… FUCK YESSSSS. IT’S GOING INNNNNNN!” I howled as my third orgasm erupted.

As soon as his entire length was inside me, he began fucking me hard for a minute or so. My fourth orgasm was building rapidly. At that point, he again drove his full length into my vagina and then stopped.

“DON’T STOP… OOOHHHH FUCK ME… KEEP FUCKING MEEE!”

My pussy throbbed helplessly around his shaft as he bent over my body and began inking a tattoo onto my body. All I could feel was his huge cock pulsing and jerking inside my completely stuffed cunt. I tried to move, to fuck myself on his cock, but his powerful muscles held me in place as he worked on the tattoo. Again and again, he flexed his shaft and ground himself against my swollen clitoris. Each time he did it, a jolt of sexual pleasure shot through my filled vagina into my pulsing clitoris and from there upward causing the muscles of my abdomen to knot in response.

I could hear myself groaning… moaning… begging him to fuck me. I was so close to cumming. “Oh shit! I’m so fucking hot! Damn you! FUCK ME! LET ME CUM! Ooohhhh gawd… ooohhhh… fuck meeee.”

He ignored me and continued to work. His cock flexed inside me again and again. Each time the huge organ expanded, my vagina and clit throbbed in response. I could feel my juices seeping downward covering my ass.

“That one is finished and it looks great if I do say so myself.”

“I’m not done! I need to cum, damn you! Fuck me!” I screamed.

“I did not say you were done… far from it. The first tat is finished. I shall now fuck you to an orgasm and then we will do your sexy ass.”

I wanted to ask Jacque how he managed to tattoo me without my even knowing he was doing it, but the words died in my mouth as his thick, powerful cock began fucking me … jack hammering into me with long, deep, hard thrusts that thudded against my womb. I came almost immediately. And then I exploded into another orgasm.

“YES! YES! YES! I’M CUMMING … OHHHH FUCK… I’M CUMMING… AAAHHH… DON’T STOP… PLEASE… DON’T STOP… FUCK IT INTO ME… AAAHHHHHH!”

“Like this!” He slammed into me even harder causing my tits to jerk back and forth. The squishing sounds of his thick piston pumping into my pussy excited me to a fever pitch. I could smell the sensuous aroma of my cunt as he fucked me.

“GGGHHHAAAA… UUNNGHHH… YESSS… OH FUCK, YES! GIVE IT TO MEEEE!”

“I’M GOING TO CUM IN YOU, Debbye. Big load up your cunt!”

“Oh gawd yes! Fuck it into me! Oooohhh shit… I’m cumming again… NOW! NOW! CUM IN ME! SHOOT IT INNNNNNN!”

My vagina was still convulsing and oozing semen when Jacque turned me over onto my knees. He left momentarily and then returned with something that resembled a large ottoman-like thing that was flat on the bottom and rounded on the top. Placing it on the table, slapped my ass and ordered, “MOUNT! Over the fuck stool. ASS UP! Knees spread. Do it now!”

As soon as he had me in position, his thick cock filled my cunt again forcing out my juices and part of the cum load he had just shot into me. His hands held my hips in position as his hips pistoned back and forth each stroke thudding with masculine authority into the bottom of my vagina. Feeling myself being stretched like this sent shivers up and down my spine. Every time the head of his cock hit my womb, gasps of female passion spilled from my mouth. The sound of my passion-filled howls mixed with the deep masculine grunts of pleasure as he enjoyed my cunt excited me to an even higher level. With minutes, my body rocked in another hard orgasm.

As soon as I had gotten off, Jacque’s thrusts stopped. Once more, he buried himself to the hilt in my now cum-soaked pussy and began working on my ass tattoos. Again, I didn’t even feel the needle. All I could feel was his hard cock throbbing and pulsing deep inside my vagina. Each time his cock throbbed within me, my clitoris pulsed in response. Jacque held my hips firmly in place. All I could do moan as my pussy opened and closed around the thick cock filling it. My clit seemed to get harder and pulse with more urgency.



“Done! Two more works of art finished. Does Debby want to cum?”

“Oh god yes! Fuck me… HARD!”

Without a word, I felt the big dick begin driving back and forth within the throbbing sex hole between my legs. By the time my sixth or seventh orgasm surged through me, juices and semen were cascading down my thighs.

“Oh shit! I love the way you fuck me, Honey. What a cock! Don’t stop now. Pump me, Lover. Pump me hard!”

For a finale, Jacque put tats right above both of my tits. This time he had my head bent backwards with my mouth wide open sucking on his cock while he did the ink work. As usual, I felt nothing but the continuous throbbing of his cock inside my mouth and far down my throat. As hard as I was sucking him, I was surprised that he didn’t shoot off.

“That’s it. All done,” he announced.

Pulling my mouth off his engorged organ, I asked, “Don’t you want to cum before calling it quits?”

“Of course, I want to cum, but not in your mouth, even as hot as it. I want you on your back with those hot legs up and back while I fuck your sexy ass off.”

For the next half hour, Jacque banged me in several positions before once more mounting me missionary and shooting a huge cum load into my cunt while I enjoyed probably my eighth or perhaps ninth orgasm.

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Three days later, Rachelle and I were again having lunch. She didn’t wait a minute after we sat down before she said, “Ok, you sexy slut. Tell me everything that happened during your special appointment with Jacque.”

“You know what happened. Why didn’t you warn me?”

“Then you would have refused to go, and look at what you would have missed. Now stop complaining and tell me all the hot details. Come on. I told you about my lovers so out with it.”

“I got two tattoos on my ass, one on each breast, and one right above my clit, a sexy little arrow with words “Fuck Me Here” right above, just like the one you have.”

“And??”

“And Jacque oiled me, massaged me, masturbated me, and then fucked me for two hours while he did the tats. And you were right, I didn’t even feel the needle. Hell! What woman could with that monster cock buried inside her vagina?”

Rachelle was now the one with her hand under her dress fingering her clit furiously. “How many times did you cum ?” she hissed.

“Eight… maybe nine.”

“How many times did he cum in you?”

“Three … maybe four.”

“Are you going to tell Marc?”

“Did you tell Brad?”

“Right! Stupid question.”

I continued to tell her exactly how Jacque had screwed me, and before our lunch arrived, she had a huge orgasm. Rachelle was in the ladies room cleaning up when the waiter arrived with our food. As he set the dishes on the table, he leaned closer and asked, “Did she cum?”

“You were watching?”

“Oh hell yes. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Did you stroke your cock while you watched?”

“Like crazy. So damn hot!”

“And did you cum?”

“Oh yeah! Big time.”

“So did she.”

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Mall Adventure:

I did manage to seduce Marc once during the following weekend. As usual, he dimmed the lights before getting into bed with me so he never had the chance to see my new tattoos. However, he did give me a really first-rate fucking. Several times as he rammed me like a bull, he told me how hot and wild I was, and how much he loved it. He got me off twice before he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Much to my surprise, sometime during the night he got hard again. I found that out when he moved behind me and pressed his newly hardened cock between my thighs and into my wet pussy. I was still so wet from his previous load, that he slipped into me easily and screwed me to another orgasm before he added a second load to the first one.

After Marc departed for work Monday morning, it didn’t take long for me to become bored. Consequently, just before lunch, I decided to head for the Westwood mall where I could have lunch and enjoy one of my favorite pastimes, teasing the men. After all, it was just harmless fun. It wasn’t like I was going to have sex with them. Maybe they would get lucky and see my new tattoos, I thought.

Since I didn’t have to worry about getting in and out of my clothes for a special appointment tattoo session with Jacque, I put on long, dark, thigh-high stockings and a pair of wicked stilettos with 4-inch heels. Looking in mirror wearing just that and nothing else, I looked like an expensive call girl. However, the small arrow tattooed right above my pussy giving directions as where men should fuck me, let everyone know I was just a hot slut. I did put on a black, very thin pair of bikini panties over which I wore a short, black skirt and a deep blue blouse that exposed about a third of my tits and allowed my new tats to show. A wide black belt stretched the blouse tightly over my large tits and made them look even bigger.

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As usual, the mall was crowded even though it was a weekday afternoon. For the first 30 minutes, I just casually strolled through the mall window shopping. However, my interest in the contents of the windows was far less than the reaction of the guys I passed to my bouncing, braless tits and my hot CFM heels that clicked against the mall floor with every step I took. Essentially every male looked my way. When I bent over at a window to examine the contents of the display, the reflection in the glass showed two or three men staring at my arched ass and exposed legs. After 20 minutes, my panties were damp. and I could feel the wetness on my thighs.

At lunch time, I sat at one of the outside tables and ordered a bowl of autumn squash soup and coffee. While I waited for my order to arrive, I crossed my legs making certain that my skirt hiked high enough to reveal a substantial portion of my thigh, not high enough to reveal the bare flesh above my stockings, but more than enough to interest randy males.

Every time a man turned and stared at my legs and my cleavage, my pussy pulsed with excitement. Ever since I was a teenager, showing off my body in one way or another and seeing the undisguised lust on the faces of the men had always been a huge turn-on for me.

Unfortunately, I was never able to interest Marc in watching while I flashed and teased other men. I remembered clearly the first time I had tried. Marc and I had taken a one-week vacation to Las Vegas after we had been married for several years. The first night there Marc had taken me to the late performance of one of the more exotic shows on the strip. For the occasion, I had worn a short skirt and heels with a tight sweater that exposed the top third of my breasts.

The place was packed, and the stunningly beautiful showgirls were wearing very little. They had my husband’s full attention. Thirty minutes into the show, I noticed a man sitting at the next table who was more interested in staring openly at the expanse of thigh I was showing with my legs crossed than in the semi-nude dancers on the stage. In an instant, my interest in the show vanished. The fact that I really wasn’t showing that much made the situation even more erotic. I felt my pussy throb with excitement.

As the show continued, the man moved his chair into the best viewing position. His eyes were glued to my thighs. He even smiled at me to let me know that he was looking and liked what he saw. After 10 minutes with my clit getting harder by the minute, I pulled my dress a little higher. The guy leaned forward straining to see as much as he could. I remember wondering if his cock was hard.

At this point, it occurred to me that my husband might enjoy what was happening almost as much as I was. I had read several articles in women’s magazines about men who get off watching their wives flash their charms to other men. The same articles pointed out that many of these men get even more excited watching their wives perform sex acts with other men. That thought had my libido soaring. I had loved flashing and teasing guys ever since I was in high school. If Marc was one of the men who liked to watch his wife flash, we could have an enormous amount of fun together. In addition, we would both get so hot and turned on that we would enjoy hours of wild, erotic sex later in the night.

Tapping my husband’s cheek to get his attention away from the topless women on the stage, I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “While you’ve been staring at all those naked tits on the stage, Honey, the guy at the next table has been staring at your wife’s exposed thighs.”

“How is he doing that?”

“I have my legs crossed. I’m sure you’ve noticed that when a woman crosses her legs, her skirt rises and exposes her thigh.”

“That’s it? Why is the guy so enthralled by that?”

“Well, your wife has pretty nice legs, in case you haven’t noticed, and my skirt is tight and short… so he’s seeing a lot.”

“Is he bothering you? Should I call the manager?”

“No. That’s not necessary. He’s just looking and making it clear that he would like to see even more.”

“Ok. If he starts to annoy you, let me know. Or just turn away from him, and he’ll go back to watching the show.”

At that point, Marc turned his full attention back to the stage. It was painfully obvious that he wasn’t turned on or put off in the least by another man staring at his wife’s legs and trying to get her to show more. I know that some wives would be pleased with that response. I wasn’t one of them. I was enormously disappointed.

I vividly recalled how hard the man’s cock had gotten when I opened my legs to allow him to see my wet panties, which by that time were almost transparent and pressed tightly against my cunt. I remembered wondering if he could actually see my slit and hardened clitoris. That possibility had gotten me so hot, I had actually spread my legs wider and arched my hips to give him the best chance to see everything. Without realizing it, my erotic thoughts about that night had my hand slowly pulling my skirt higher on my thigh.

I was still lost in my thoughts when I realized that, like that night in Vegas years ago, I now had a similar admirer at the table adjacent to mine. Like the man in Vegas, his eyes were locked onto the expanse of thigh I was showing. However, this time my voyeur was a black guy who looked to about 19 or 20. His powerful-looking body rippled with smooth muscles. It seemed clear that he was an athlete, probably a quarterback or line backer on a football team. This time, I didn’t have to wonder if his cock was hard. His loose shorts were tented with his powerful erection.

Like the man in Vegas, the young stud was making no effort to hide his interest. His eyes roamed over the entire expanse of my exposed thigh. For a moment, his eyes lifted and looked into mine. He smiled. Then he licked his lips sending tremors through my pussy.

I was both surprised and disappointed when he suddenly stood up and walked over to talk to my waiter. They spoke briefly, some money and a package changed hands, and then my young admirer returned to his table and promptly resumed scoping out my legs. Obviously, the guy had bought some drugs in the hope that we would be having a sex party soon. He shouldn’t have wasted his money, but I had no intention of telling him that.

Although I knew Marc would be shocked at what I was doing, I really didn’t want to stop. It was just too much erotic fun. I actually had the chance to relive that incident in Vegas. My pussy was throbbing with excitement. I could feel my clit growing even harder. Suddenly, I was pulling my dress higher up my thigh until I could feel the cool air on the bare flesh above my stocking tops. I could see the guy’s breathing deepen as he stared. His erection had grown bigger.. harder. His shorts moved as it throbbed.

I still staring at his erection and thinking about how much I was showing him when my lunch arrived. As I sipped the delicious soup and coffee, I uncrossed my legs. The effect was immediate. His head jerked back as his eyes locked between my open legs. Then he leaned forward to see as much as possible. I wondered if he could see my strip of pubic hair through my nearly transparent panties, particularly considering how wet they were. I kept my legs open as I finished my coffee pretending that nothing was happening. His eyes were focused directly between my open legs… right at my cunt, which was now pulsing with excitement.

It was obvious that this aggressive, bold kid wanted to sink his hard black cock into me and fuck me senseless. Every woman fantasizes about having sex with a young 20-year old guy with a perpetual, never-ending hard-on. I not only had such a guy lusting for my pussy, I had one with a black cock that was probably long, thick, and hard as iron. Judging from the way it was tenting his pants, he had to be at least seven, eight, or maybe nine inches and probably beer-can thick. It was a great fantasy, but I knew that was all it was. Looking at my watch, I decided that I would tease him for another 15 minutes and then head home.

I knew that in his mind’s eye, he was stripping my panties away exposing my wet, open, throbbing cunt. I wanted him to see it; I wanted his cock to jerk and throb as he shot off in his pants. Slowly, I opened my legs wider admitting more light. He was staring intently right at my cunt. I spread ever wider. I was almost certain that he was now able to see my slit through the wet panties. Silently, I urged, “Go on, you big-cocked stud. Do it! Cum in your pants!”

Raising my eyes, I saw that his gaze was still locked between my open legs. His hand circled his big cock, stroking it slowly. The material of my panties was becoming soaked as my juices seeped out. I was so excited I even thought about slotting my panties so he could see my pussy lips. It was dirty, erotic, incredibly exciting. My head began to spin. I was having problems focusing my eyes on the guy’s tented pants. I knew there was a big, hard, black cock under his shorts. Thoughts of it sinking into my pussy had me trying to open my eyes so I could see it but for some reason they wouldn’t respond. I wondered if he would strip me naked before he fucked me, or if he would be in too much of a hurry and just jerk my panties aside and ram it in. Even in my stupor, I felt my clitoris suddenly surge into several spastic contractions as the orgasm flooded through me. I couldn’t remain still. I think my hips arched as I came, but maybe that was just a dream.

Somehow, I knew that he was leering at me knowing from my reaction that I had had an orgasm. Even though I was having trouble moving, the realization that a young guy had just watched me getting off turned my face red with embarrassment while my pussy continued to slowly pulse. Quickly, I tried to close my legs and pull my skirt down but it was so far up that I only managed to get the tops of my stockings covered. The black stud was now not only still looking directly into my eyes, but was also motioning with his hands for me to again pull up my dress. His erection had become huge, and he had his hand inside his shorts slowly stroking it.

The guy continued to stare at me while his hand motions urged me to pull up my skirt. In spite of his youth, the guy seemed to know that an orgasm doesn’t quench a woman’s desire, it inflames it. Somehow he knew that I would be unable to resist. And I didn’t want to resist him any longer. Without bothering to check to see if anyone was watching, I pulled my skirt as far up as I could without standing up. I could see his hand moving faster inside his pants. Once more, his eyes were locked on the crotch of my panties. My pussy was rapidly becoming a swamp.

Of course, he wasn’t satisfied. He put his hands together and then moved them apart telling me… no… ordering me to spread my legs wider. For some reason, I couldn’t resist even though I was in a public restaurant. A moment later, my heels were at least two feet apart, and my skirt was now bunched as high as possible.

My clit was erect and hard. My vagina was swollen, open, pulsing, dripping. My crotch was soaked. I could feel the juices seeping between the lips. I knew what he was going to do next, but when he did it, shivers of excitement went through me. His hand moved to his crotch; his fingers curled, and he made a quick jerking motion to one side. Then he did it a second time as his other hand stroked his erection. He wanted me to pull my panties aside so he could see my cunt. With a shock, I realized that I wanted him to see it.

Slipping my hand between my thighs, I did what he wanted. Slowly, I moved the gusset of my panties to the side… inch-by-inch exposing my cunt for him. I couldn’t believe how soaked my panties were. I was literally dripping from the juices bubbling out of my vagina. My hand was wet when I removed it, and I could easily smell the aroma of my sexual heat in the air. The young stud was now staring at my naked cunt. His eyes bored into it. I was so damn hot. I felt like he was fucking me with his eyes. My hips arched. I spread even wider, and my second orgasm erupted. This one was even more intense than the first one. First, he saw my clitoris burst into a series of hard, rapid contractions. Next, he watched my vagina throb. A moment later my hole opened as my hips arched. His mouth gaped in surprise when he saw my juices spurt several inches into the air. At that point, he had to force himself to stop jacking off. Another few strokes and he would have cum in his shorts.

I was still panting from my climax when the stud got up and walked the half dozen or so steps it took to reach my table. He pulled a chair right in front of me and sat down with his knees between my legs to prevent me from closing them. He stared openly at my exposed, soaked pussy.

“What’s your name?”

“Debbye,” I gasped. I felt like I was in some type of hypnotic trance, floating above looking down at this stud stroking my pussy in public.

“I’m Grant. Nice cunt, Debbye… hot and wet,” he whispered.

All I could do was nod. From above, I saw his fingers enter me.

“You’ve gotten off at least twice, maybe three times. It’s my turn. I need to fuck you. I know the manager here. We can use the office.”

“Use the office? Oh yes… we can. But you see, I can’t have sex with you. I’m married, you know,” I heard myself saying.

“You intend to leave me like this? With an erection so hard it hurts? Even high school girls take care of guy’s hard on even if they can’t or won’t fuck.”

“Ok. I understand. If you promise not to mount me, we can go to the manager’s office and I’ll jack you off, or suck you off, or both. Would that be Ok?”

Grant nodded and motioned for me to follow him. As he led me through the interior of the café to the office in the back, I could feel my cunt pulsing. My legs were wet with my own secretions. Without speaking, he guided me through the door and locked it behind us. The next moment, his lips were on mine, his tongue probing my mouth. The feel of his hard cock grinding into my belly was turning my vagina into an inferno. Without a word, he opened my blouse and pulled down my bra exposing both breasts. I heard myself moan when he lifted them out.

“Hot tit tats, Debbye. Don’t tell me you don’t want to fuck. I can smell your cunt you’re so hot.”

I felt his hand close over my right breast, his finger circling the nipple. Then he squeezed, and I couldn't stop the moan. As his fingers closed on my nipple and pulled it, the throbbing between my legs increased. I felt a thin stream of liquid sliding down my thigh. Then both breasts were in his hands. He fondled them. His mouth closed over my right nipple, sucking it, making it throb right along with my pussy.

“Take off your fucking panties,” he ordered.

Yanking my skirt up around my waist, I moaned, “I can’t. My fingers don’t seem to work. You take them off.”

Kneeling in front of me, he slipped his fingers into the waistband and slowly lowered my thong. When it was down around my thighs, he pressed his face into my crotch. An instant later, I felt his tongue search and quickly find my engorged clit. It took him less than a minute to make me cum a third time. This time, my juices squirted all over his face. He had to hold me up, my legs and body were shaking so hard.

“Oh fuck! That’s so damn hot feeling you cum like that."

After getting my thong off, he again kissed me, allowing me to taste my arousal. At the same time, his hand moved between my open legs to my hardened, distended clit. It throbbed hard as my hole opened and closed around two of his fingers. I was being deliciously finger fucked. His thumb strummed on my erect clit as his fingers churned in and out of my vagina. From above, I watched as my hips hunched in hot fuck motions.

“Cum again, Debbye. Cum on my fingers. Do it. CUM!” This time it took longer… maybe two minutes.

“Please, don’t make me cum again. Get naked so I can suck your cock and get you off. You can shoot any where you like except in my hair. Hurry. I really should be going home.”

Grant probably set a world’s record for stripping. I pushed him into a chair, knelt between his legs and stared at his hard cock. It was thick, seven-inches or so, circumcised with a big, throbbing cap. He had shaved his entire pubic area making his cock look even bigger and thicker. A moment later, it was inside my mouth, and I was giving him a hot blowjob while my hand jacked the lower half of his shaft.

“Suck it, you hot slut. Suck my black cock! Suck all of it! Down your throat, Debbye. All the way down your throat!”

Grant shoved five inches of cock into my mouth. It banged into my throat causing me gag, but he held my head in place as he slowly pulled four inches out and then pushed them back against my throat. I gagged again. He pumped my mouth again. In less than a minutes, he was fucking my mouth with five inches of his cock, and I was taking it without gagging.

“Oh yeah… you’re sucking it, Debbye. Aaahhh fuck… hot mouth slut!”

Grant pushed another inch down my throat causing me to grunt and my vagina to contract, but I didn’t gag. My hand moved between my thighs to my swollen clit as Grant continued to fuck my mouth. We changed positions, this time with me bent over on the arm of the couch as he held my head and pumped in and out of my throat. Another half inch of cock went down my throat. Finally, I was able to suck almost eight inches of his cock which was enough that his balls were slapping my chin as he mouth fucked me.

His cock began to throb hard and expand letting me know that his load was about to shoot down my throat. I sucked harder and almost got his entire length down my throat. My hips were hunching frantically against my stroking fingers as I waited for his cock to explode.



Suddenly, he jerked his cock from my mouth and moved around behind me … his cock rigid and ready.

“Don’t! Don’t fuck me! You promised you wouldn’t mount me. My husband will find out,” I pleaded, but I couldn’t move from arm of the couch. When he slipped his cock into my vaginal folds and moved it up and down the length of my soaked slit, I continued to protest. Then he centered the big cock head right at my opening.

“Oooohhhh NO! Stop! You promised not to fuck me… AAAhhhhh!”

“Shut the fuck up! Your cunt is a swamp, and I can feel it throbbing. If you don’t want it, just move away or else shove your hot cunt back onto my cock. Now!”

I couldn’t move. I did the only thing I could. I arched my hips and impaled myself on his thick shaft, “Uunnghhh… aaahhh fuck… ooohhh … you’re in me…you’re fucking me… fucking my cunt… oohhhhh shit… You’ve got a lot of dick, Honey… Ram it. RAM IT INTO MEEEE!”

I couldn’t suck all 9 inches of his cock… or maybe it was 10, but my cunt had no problems. The young stud jerked my hips back as he drove his entire length into my eager hole. When the head thudded into my womb, my shrieks of pleasure filled the office.

“Unggh… oh Yes… yes… YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! AAAHHH… FUCK ME HARD, STUD. CUM IN ME… FUCK IT … FUCK MY CUNT…AAAHH… YESSS… LIKE THAT… LIKE THAT… GIVE IT TO MEEE!”

Grant jack hammered me into an explosive orgasm within a minute. I thought he would cum in me very quickly, but I had underestimated his staying power. My vagina was still throbbing around his cock when he jerked me to my feet and ordered me to mount his cock as he took my place on the wide arm of the couch. His cock was rigid and pointing straight up his belly, iron-hard and dripping with my juices. He was so hard, it wasn’t easy for me to pull his shaft upright so I could mount it. When we had it centered just outside my cunt hole, I sank downward, and 9 inches of man meat filled my vagina.

“What a hot fuck hole,” he moaned as he began pistoning his sex gun in and out of me. Grant rammed me hard and fast. The only reason I wasn’t bucked off was the 9-inch, thick prong firmly seated inside my pussy. Grant’s cock was putting incredible friction and pressure on my clit on every stroke. My entire body was shaking as I approached another intense orgasm. Unintelligible female gasps and groans mixed with the deeper grunts of a hot male rutting inside a throbbing cunt filled the room.

“Your cunt’s throbbing like crazy, Debbye. Are you gonna cum?”

I could only manage brief responses: “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! … DON’T STOP!”

“You gonna cum?”

“YES! YES! I’M CUMMING… NOW! FUCKKKKK MEEEEE!”

Grant continued to pound me right through my orgasm. I couldn’t believe he still hadn’t shot off.
“My turn now!” he shouted.

“Oh hell yes! Cum in me! SHOOT IT IN!”

“I want to be on top so I can really ram you hard,” he groaned.

“Then let me lie down on the couch arm so you can mount me and fuck my brains out.”

A moment later, Grant had me on my back with my legs arched high in the air. Gripping my ankles, I spread my legs wide open making my cunt a perfect target for his cock. “NOW FUCK ME!” I screamed.

“You said I couldn’t mount you or fuck you. Your husband will find out,” he teased while he whacked my engorged clit with his hard shaft.

All I could do was moan and arch my cunt in invitation. Staring at my wide open, pulsing cunt, Grant couldn’t wait any longer. The stud mounted me and rammed his full length to the bottom of my vagina. All 9 inches of cock slammed in and out of me grinding against my clit on every stroke. I had another intense orgasm and was still throbbing when he buried his cock balls deep and ejaculated again and again filling my hole with semen until it spurted out and cascaded down my ass.


I have no recollection of how I got home. Maybe Grant drove me home in my car or maybe I somehow managed to drive the car. I think soaked in the tub for awhile before collapsing on the bed. I must have managed to put on a nightgown because I was wearing one when Marc woke me up around 6 PM.

“Are you sick?” he asked

“No.. No, I’m Ok. Just very tired. I guess I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“That’s a relief. Would you like for me to prepare dinner or would you prefer to eat out tonight?”

“How about Luigi’s? I’m in the mood for some pizza,” I replied.

It wasn’t until the next day that I realized that Grant hadn’t bought cocaine at the restaurant. He had paid the waiter to put some kind of date **** drug in my coffee or soup… probably Rohypnol, roofies, or something like that.
I had to laugh at my conclusion. Actually, it wasn’t a date **** drug. It was more like a date fuck drug. Although, I couldn’t remember a lot of what happened, I certainly remembered how many times I had climaxed on Grant’s huge cock and how much I enjoyed it. The drug had removed all of my inhibitions, and I loved it. I just wished I could remember all of it.

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A Night Out at Club Rendezvous:


“Has your sex life picked up since you got your tats?” Rachelle asked me as she sipped her coffee.

“Not really. Well, maybe a little. Marc is screwing me with more enthusiasm, but not a lot more frequently. The tats did excite him a little, I think.”

“Well, husbands are different. After all, the guy has fucked you hundreds… maybe thousands of times. How about other guys?”

“Just Jacque, as was expected since that’s his business, and one other guy. A young black stud I flashed at the mall.”

“Oh shit. That is hot! Tell me all the dirty details.”

I spent fifteen minutes relating all the details of how I seduced Grant and how he fucked my ass off. I did omit the part about him giving me a date **** drug to reduce my inhibitions. I knew Rachelle would insist that I report the incident to the police, and considering how much I had enjoyed his cock, I really didn’t want to do that. By the time I finished the story, Rachelle had her skirt off and panties pulled aside. Her fingers were working furiously over her engorged clitoris.

“Don’t stop… tell me more… I’m almost there,” she moaned.

“I’ve told you everything.”

“Oh fuckkk… I’m so close.”

“Want me finish you?”

“YES! Fuck YES!” Rachelle howled.

“Get naked, you hot slut!”

Rachelle practically ripped her sweater trying to get it off. Jerking her bra down, she bared her big tits. A moment later, the bra was on the floor beside her skirt and sweater. She kicked off her heels and fell back onto the couch, her legs rising and spreading wide as she fell.

“Suck me, Debbye. Suck meee! Make me cum. Hurry! Oh shit! Hurry!”

Moving between her raised legs, I slapped her hands away from her pussy. “Stretch your legs out… keep them spread… point your toes and arch your ass off the couch. Do it!”

Rachelle’s body was shaking with excitement as hips pumped in fuck motions.

“Spread your pussy wide open and strip your clit hood back. Show me how hard and swollen your clit is!” Rachelle’s fingers worked frantically at her pussy until her fully erect clit protruded like a small thumb right above her gaping cunt hole.

“Grant would love to ram his nine-inch black cock into your cunt, Rachelle. You wouldn’t believe how much he would stretch you.”

“Ooohhh gawd! His black cock… in me… stretching me wide open… sinking into meee…. Aaahhhh…. Ramming into the bottom of my cunt… oohhhh shit… He’d cum in me, wouldn’t he?”

“He shot his load into my cunt every time he fucked me. You think a fire hose is shooting off in your pussy when he unloads in you.” I flicked my fingernail over Rachelle’s turgid clit.

“AAahhhhhhhhh… aaahhhhh.. more… more… MORE!”

I pushed two fingers into the opening of her cunt. They sank in easily as Rachelle spurted. When I began pumping her hole as my tongue danced over the tip of her throbbing clit, her entire body vibrated as she wailed as thrust her hips against my mouth. It took less than a minute before my tongue sent her clitoris into hard spastic contractions. Her cunt opened and closed around my thrusting fingers as she squirted again and again, drenching my face. Her loud shrieks filled the room.

Rachelle’s legs shot out and spread wide open. Her hips rose off the chair as her ass humped the air. My two middle fingers drove into her vagina pressing hard against her G-spot. As my fingers worked her, my lips sucked her still-throbbing, turgid clitoris into my mouth where my tongue circled it and flicked rapidly over its sensitive tip.

Rachelle’s mouth flew open; her tongue shot out curling upward; she squirted again. A low, hissing moan erupted from her throat as her toes curled backward and her feet jerked wildly.

“UUNNNN… AAAHHHH… AAAHHHH… FUCKKKK … OOHHHH FUCKKKK …. SUCK MEEEEEEE… AAAHHH… OOOHHH… I’M GONNA CUM AGAIN! OOHHHH FUCK… I’M CUMMMING … CUMMINGGG!!! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!! Ohh fuck… fuck… fuck… sooo good. Mmmmmmm.”



When I pulled my fingers from Rachelle’s throbbing cunt and moved my face from between her thighs, her vagina was still opening and closing in jerking spasms. Her hard clit was quivering… then suddenly it would contract in a hard spasm… then begin quivering again. She continued to moan as her pussy slowly throbbed. A few minutes later, she sat up on the couch with her hands pressed between her tightly closed thighs. For almost a minute, her body continued to tremble.

“Damn, Debbye! If I had known you could eat pussy like that, I would have been fucking you for the last two years.”

“I used to do it in college with my roommate. Every time we went out on dates, we would eat each other after the guys brought us home.”

“Even if they had fucked you on the date?”

“Especially if they had fucked us.” We both laughed at that. “Marc and I are going out this coming Saturday night. I’ve talked him into taking me to Club Rendezvous.”

“I can’t wait to hear all the hot details,” Rachelle said as her hand began moving between her thighs again.

“Well, knowing Marc, I seriously doubt that anything really erotic will happen. Bit if it does, you have to eat my pussy this time while I tell you all the hot details.”

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After a very light dinner Saturday night, I was in the bedroom getting ready for our night out at Club Rendezvous. Marc was downstairs pacing the floor. Every time I walked out onto our balcony I could see him walking back and forth between the kitchen, the den, and the dining room.

“Are you sure you want to go to the Club Rendezvous tonight?” he asked for the fourth or fifth time. “I can call and cancel and get us a reservation at the Hilton.”

Raising my voice so he could hear me, I answered, “If I wanted to go to the Hilton, I would have had you make reservations at the Hilton. Relax. Lighten up. Club Rendezvous will be a lot of fun… a lot of sexy fun. I’ll be down in ten. I hope you’re ready because I certainly am.”

My five-inch, spike heels clicked with every step as I slowly came down the staircase. As I expected, the sharp click of my heels got Marc’s immediate attention. His mouth opened, but no sound emerged. All he could do was stare at my long, bare legs and half exposed tits. From his position, he could almost see my pussy. My tight, black, wet-look dress was just long enough to cover it. His eyes never left my body as I moved closer.

“My god, Debbye! Are you going to wear that?!”

“We’re going to a hot night club, Darling, not to a Rotary Club meeting. Don’t you like the way I look?”

“Of course I like the way you look, but my god, Debbye, you’re practically naked. Are you wearing a bra? It doesn’t look like it. Half of your breasts are exposed.”

“That’s classified information, Honey. How about you? Are you wearing anything under your slacks?”

“I always wear shorts, Debbye. You know that.”

“Why don’t you go change? The women will like it a lot more if you’re naked under your pants.”

“I can’t do that. If I get hard, my penis would show. You wear panties. I wear shorts.”

“Trust me, Lover. You’re gonna get hard tonight, and don’t worry if it shows. The women will love it. And, by the way, what makes you think I’m wearing panties?”

“Because your dress is so short, you have to be wearing panties. There’s no way in hell you would wear that outfit without panties.”

“MMmmm… you’re so clever, Darling. Come on. Let’s go.”



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All the way to club, Marc’s eyes darted from the road to my legs and then back to the road. A moment later, his head turned and he stared at the large expanse of my exposed breasts trying to see if I was wearing a bra.

“Watch the road! I want to have fun tonight, not visit the hospital!”

“I can’t help it with you dressed like that!”

“I’m I getting your cock hard, Honey?”

“I’m too nervous to get hard.”

“That’s a shame. I’m wet. It’s only fair for you to get hard. Maybe some other woman will do the job.”

When we were almost at the club, I spread my legs enough to allow my husband to almost see if I were wearing panties… but not quiet. I loved it.”

Club Rendezvous was a place where couples met for an erotic evening and where single men and women were on the prowl for sex partners. Married couples were often present, but it was understood that other men were permitted to invite the wife to dance or to join them in one of the secluded nooks and other women were free to hit on the husband. The club itself was beautifully appointed. It featured an elaborate bar where sandwiches, burgers, and other snacks could be ordered. There was a dimly lighted dance floor with slow dance music playing constantly, tables, booths, small nooks, couches, and love seats. In addition, there were private rooms available. The atmosphere was subdued and erotic. The waiters wore skin-tight pants and T-shirts. While their ages varied, the large bulges in their pants did not. The waitresses all wore CFM heels, tight mini-skirts, and either a blouse with a plunging neckline or a tight sweater. Some wore stockings; others had bare legs.

“Jezz,” Marc gasped after we were seated at a table. “Look at the way the waitresses are dressed… or maybe I should say undressed.”

“Who cares about the waitresses? Look at the waiters! See why I told you to wear some tight pants without any shorts.”

The club was even more crowded than usual since it was a Saturday night with men outnumbering the women by almost two to one. That made it tough on the single guys trying to score, but I loved it. We hadn’t been seated for more than a few minutes before I noticed that several men were checking out my legs and half-exposed breasts. Marc was too busy trying to get the attention of a waiter to notice.

Every time a man approached our table, their eyes locked onto my breasts. As they drew closer, they all walked more slowly and stared down into my cleavage. When I raised my eyes to theirs, none looked away. Two of the men winked at me; a few more licked their lips to show their appreciation; one man stopped, leaned closer to get a better view, and then whispered, “36C?” I shook my head and replied, “34C”. “I can’t wait to see them,” he whispered in my ear.

“What was that all about?” Marc asked as the man strolled away toward the bar.

“What?”

“That guy. Did he say something to you?”

“Oh that. He just suggested that I order a screwdriver or a bloody mary.”

“What’s so special about them?”

“I don’t know. That’s just what he said.”

“Well here’s your chance. Here comes our waiter.”

Marc didn’t need to tell me that. I was already watching the black stud as he approached. Actually, I wasn’t watching him so much as I was watching the bulge in his pants. Even from a distance, it looked big. As he got closer, I saw that his bulge didn’t extend down his leg but thrust upward almost reaching his navel. He was already partially hard, and he was really big.

“Oh fuck… look at the size of that thing,” I moaned almost silently.

“What did you say, Debbye?” Marc asked.

“I said we finally got waited on.”

“Oh. Yeah. It did take awhile, but the place is really packed.”

When the waiter reached our table, he stood right beside me. Although he was looking at Marc and asking him for our order, his erection was less than a foot from my face.

“Jack Daniels on the rocks for you, Sir. And what would please your lovely lady?”

As he asked, the stud flexed his cock. I could easily see it throb inside his tight pants. Marc ordered a screwdriver for me. Pretending not to have heard the order, the waiter moved closer and leaned over.

“I’m sorry, Sir. The noise is pretty loud. What did you say the lady would like?” His cock was now no more than four inches away. The sexy stud flexed it again. Beneath the table, my hand moved up the inside of his leg and cupped his balls. His shaft surged to full erection as he wrote down Marc’s order.

“I’ll say one thing about this place,” Marc commented after our waiter had left. “The waiters here are incredibly polite. Did you notice that he addressed me as “Sir” and when he didn’t hear my order, he apologized. I thought that was impressive.”

“I agree. He was very impressive.”

Marc continued to look at all the features of the club as we awaited the arrival of our drinks. Touching my arm to gain my attention, he said, “Look at that elaborate spiral staircase going up to the second floor. That really looks expensive. I wonder what’s on the second floor?”

“I have no idea,” I replied feigning interest while actually my attention was on the two black men who were sitting on a couch directly opposite our table. They had obviously seen me cupping the waiter’s balls with his cock only three of four inches from my face. Now their eyes were alternating between my half exposed breasts and my long expanse of leg I was showing. When I smiled at them, they made no attempt to hide their interest. In fact, one of them even stroked his cock through his tight pants to let me know I had him hard.

As I watched the hand slowly moving up and down the considerable length of dick, I considered what, if anything, I should do in response. I knew that I should just ignore the two men, but the memories, although still vague, of my afternoon with Grant kept urging me do something. Finally, I stood up and turned my chair so that I would be facing the couch when I sat down.

“What are doing?” Marc asked.

“Just moving my chair so I can see the dance floor easily. Have you noticed how some of the couples are dancing? Two or three of them look like they’re dry fucking each other instead of dancing.”

“They better be careful or they’ll be arrested,” Marc said as he downed another swallow of Jack Daniels. “How’s the screwdriver?”

“Don’t know. Haven’t tried it yet.” I sat down, this time with my knees pointed right at the couch. Crossing my left leg over my right one, I leaned over and tasted the drink. I could feel my short dress sliding upward almost to the point that my ass was exposed. “MMmmm… strong, but very good… just as the man said it would be.”

Leaning back from the table, I continued to slowly sip the drink while I pretended to watch the dance floor. Gradually, my foot began to move back and forth causing my dress to slide up and down my thigh. Both men were leaning forward to get the best view possible.

When I knew their eyes were locked onto my swinging leg, I uncrossed my legs and opened them slightly before I recrossed them in the opposite direction. Now, the men could almost see my right buttock. I wondered if they could tell whether or not I was wearing panties.

Both men licked their lips in appreciation, and one motioned with his hands for me to again spread my legs. I quickly shook my head from side-to-side. In response, the other black stud nodded his head up and down. After again shaking my head, I turned my eyes toward Marc and quickly nodded my head in his direction. When I saw the confusion in their eyes, I pointed to my wedding rings and then pointed a finger at Marc. That got the message across.

The two men began discussing something and then the one who had been stroking his cock got up and hurried away. Before I could see where he was going, Marc leaned over and asked me if I would like to leave. “Of course not! We just got here. Relax, Honey. Would you like to dance?”

“I don’t know… I’m just not sure. The way those couples are dancing out there. Maybe later.”

As Marc was making excuses, I saw my black stud leading a stunning black woman toward our table. When they drew closer, he pointed at us, and the woman nodded. He returned to the couch, stared at my legs, and winked at me. The black woman was now moving straight toward my husband.

“Well, Honey. You’d better make up your mind because I think another lady is about to invite you to dance.”

Before my husband could answer, the woman’s hand touched his shoulder. She had her tits as close to Marc’s face as the waiter’s cock had been to mine. But there was a big difference. The waiter’s cock had been completely concealed by his tight pants, but the entire inner half of both of her breasts were exposed by her erotic outfit. Her top just barely managed to cover her nipples, which were both erect and hard.

“Haven’t seen you here before, Honey. What’s a handsome guy like you doing sitting there sipping a drink? Why aren’t you out on the dance floor having fun with a hot lady?”

Marc’s mouth opened to reply, but as soon as his eyes turned to the voluptuous female, the words died. I couldn’t blame him. The woman looked like a $3000 per night showgirl in her skin-tight red and black stripped outfit. The top plunged all the way to her navel exposing over half of her large tits. The bottom half ended at the junction of her thighs with her buttocks. One inch less and her pussy would have been on display. I wondered if she was wearing a thong underneath, and I was certain that Marc was wondering the same thing. Her beautifully shaped legs were bare. In her five-inch, platform heels, she was almost the same height as Marc.

“I’m Holly, but you can call me anything you like, Honey. Don’t just sit there staring at my tits, Baby. Let’s dance. You’ll like the way they feel against your chest.”

“I don’t know. This is… I mean… I’m with my wife… You’re beautiful, but I can’t dance with you. This is my wife, Debbye.”

“Debbye’s gonna be just fine. Relax, Honey. This is Club Rendezvous… everyone dances with everyone. C’mon. Let’s do it!”

“I don’t know… I’m not sure… I…”

“Marc! Don’t be such a nerd. Dance with the lady. I’ll be fine. Do it. If you don’t, everyone here is gonna think my husband is gay.”

With me pushing on his back and Holly pulling on his arm, Marc had no option other than to stand up. As soon as he did so, his rigid cock made a huge tent in the front of his pants.

“Oh Baby! You’re already hard as a rock.” Holly’s hand stroked up the length of his hard shaft. Since I had cupped the waiter’s balls, I couldn’t really complain. "MMmmm… really hard. I like that. Let’s get out on that dance floor. Can’t wait to feel that against me,” Holly hissed in Marc’s ear as she led him away. A minute later, their bodies were pressed together as they slowly moved to the music. Since they were almost the same height, I knew Marc’s cock had to be jammed right against Holly’s pussy as tightly as her breasts were being mashing against my husband.

As curious as I was about how Marc would handle the situation, I was more interested in the two black studs staring at my tits and legs. Now that I was alone at the table, they were again slowly stroking their large cocks while motioning for me to spread my legs. Slowly, I uncrossed my legs but kept them pressed tightly together. The men leaned forward… waiting… waiting for me to open my legs. I wanted to do it, but without a date **** drug to lower my inhibitions, I knew that was never going to happen.

Disappointed with my hesitation, they again motioned for me to open my legs. This time I shook my head more emphatically. Their frowns let me know that they were distinctly displeased with my lack of response. Almost in unison, both men arose and quickly closed the distance between our tables. A moment later, they were seated on either side of me. Neither man touched me, but they did lean closer.

“You really look hot in that dress, and your tits and legs are outstanding,” one them said softly. That comment moved the level of my arousal up a notch.

“Now that we’ve gotten your husband out of the way, what’s the problem?”

“He’s not out of the way,” I protested. “He’s just dancing with a woman. He’ll be back soon.”

“No he won’t. Not for some time. So again, what’s the problem?”

“I just enjoy the attention of attractive males, and it’s obvious that I do like to tease them a little. But that’s as far as it goes.”

“That’s not what your friends Beverly and Rachelle told us about your special appointment with Jacque.”

“Well, I don’t know what they told you, but it’s just girl talk. The same way you men do.”

“It’s also not what Grant told us. He said you had the sexiest pussy he had ever seen.”

When I didn’t respond, the guy laid two glossy 5x8 photos on the table in front of me. The first one showed me in the restaurant with my dress around my hips, my legs wide open, with my thong pulled aside. The second was a close-up of my exposed pussy.

“Grant told us that he’s already jacked off several times using these photos. Can’t really blame him when both of us have done the same.’”

“Oh gawd. How did you get these photos of me. Please don’t let my husband see them. Please,” I moaned in desperation.

The second guy then spoke. “Those aren’t nearly as hot as these.” One of the two additional photos showed Grant fucking me on the arm of the sofa with my legs pointed straight at the ceiling. In the other photo, I was bent over with Grant’s big dick sinking into my pussy.

“Oh gawd… Please,” I moaned again.

“Don’t worry. Both of us and maybe a few of our buddies will be jacking off occasionally to your hot photos, but neither your husband nor any of your friends will ever see them. Now why don’t you stop pretending and let us see the real thing.” The other guy added, “You know you want to. You’re so turned on and hot, I can smell your pussy. And your aroma has me hard as stone. Feel it. Go on… Feel me.”

The man was right. I was even more turned on than I had been with either Jacque or Grant, and this time without the benefit of a date **** drug. It was the black stud’s turn to moan, and moan he did as my hand moved up the length of his rigid erection. When I rubbed the swollen head, his moans turned to excited groans. I squeezed his dick. It throbbed hard in response. A moment later, his hips thrust against my hand as I slowly jacked him off through his pants.

At that point, I stood up and moved to the spiral staircase Marc had noticed earlier. I could almost feel the men staring at my undulating ass as I did so. Turning, I sat down on the bottom step with my legs pressed together. Slowly, I pulled my heels back causing my knees to rise higher and higher until they were even with my tits when the back of my heels touched the stair. Inch by inch, I moved my feet apart until they were separated by at least two feet. Even though I kept my thighs pressed together, the cool air against my pussy let me know that my two black studs now knew that I wasn’t wearing panties under my ultra-short dress. The fact that they knew but my husband didn’t had my clitoris hard and my vagina throbbing.

My breasts began heaving with excitement when I saw the two black studs moving toward me. The two men moved to a position directly in front of me shielding me from everyone else in the club. Their eyes were locked between my thighs. I wondered if they could see my pussy throbbing.

One of the men answered my unspoken question. “Nice cunt. Much nicer than the photos.”

“You really like my cunt?”

“Do birds fly?”

“Are you going to fuck me?”

“Of course.”

“Then listen carefully. If I ever find out that any of my friends or other men have seen those photos, you will never get close to me again. Understood?”

“Crystal clear, Honey. I’m Trace and this Bro is Carl.

“Trace? Are you any relation to the football player who now owns a car dealership and who is seeing my friend Beverly?”

“The same. So is Carl.”

“Really? You’re both … eh… seeing her?”

“Yeah. We’re both ‘seeing’ her as you put it. More accurately, we’re both fucking her. A lot. We both like your dress.”

“That’s not what you really like,” I teased.

“Of course not. We like what’s under it… everything that’s under it.”

“How do you know? You can’t see everything that’s under it.”

“Good point,” Carl said as his cock pulsed harder and made a huge tent in his pants. “Show us those big tits, Debbye.”

“I can’t. My husband’s here. He’ll be back soon.”

“I don’t think so. Holly is very talented at holding a man’s attention. You know you’re not the only woman here with a naked cunt under her dress Let’s see your tits. Now!”

When I didn’t move, Trace and Carl moved closer. Trace hooked his fingers in the bodice covering my right breast while Carl did the same for my left breast. Trace moved even closer until his lips were a few inches from mine. His wet tongue slowly caressed my lips until I felt my mouth opening in response. His lips covered mine; his tongue entered and explored; our tongues touched at the same moment as the two men slowly lowered the bodice of my dress. “Damn! No bra either,” Carl informed his friend.

Trace kissed me harder… deeper… as I felt Carl’s hands covering my now completely exposed tits. His fingers worked over my hard nipples… squeezing… pulling. Then his mouth replaced one of his hands. I was panting when Trace broke the hot French kiss. Carl’s hands continued to heft and caress my tits.

“Show us your hot cunt, Debbye,” Trace demanded.

“Someone might see us.”

“They might, but that thought turns you one, doesn’t it? All the men here getting hard erections from staring at your tits and cunt.”

“Oh gawd, yes,” I moaned.

“Spread,” Trace whispered in my ear.

I felt like a total whore as I opened my legs. With my ass elevated on the step, Carl and Trace could see everything. My vaginal lips were wide open allowing them to see deep into my very wet sex hole. My clit was so hard and erect, there was no doubt that it was also on display. One man’s fingers slid into my cunt; other fingers stroked my pulsing clit; a mouth still sucked hard on my engorged nipple.

“Turn around. Show us your hot, sexy ass, Debbye,” Carl whispered.

I was so turned on that It didn’t even occur to me to refuse. I held onto the banister as I arched my hips. Fingers entered both my ass and pussy making my body tremble.

“Ooohhhhhhh fuck, “ I moaned.

“That’s a good idea. Let’s go up to one of the private rooms on the second floor. Move it, Debbye. Fucking time,” Trace commanded.

As I moved up the staircase with the men behind me, I knew they were both staring at my swinging hips and very wet and ready pussy.



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“I shouldn’t be out here dancing with you, Holly. My wife is going to be furious.”

“I don’t think your cock agrees with you, Honey. It’s hard as stone, and you’re grinding it against my cunt… MMmmmmm… Put your hands on my ass and lift me a little higher so it will be right on my clit.”

“My gawd. Everyone can see what we’re doing.”

“Most of them are too busy doing the same thing to watch, and all the rest are either stroking a hard cock or rubbing a throbbing clit. A little higher, Baby. Mmmm… Oh fuck, Yes! You’re on it, Lover. You’re right on it. Grind it into me, Stud. Make mama cum.”

“I don’t know… my wife… oh my gawd… she’ll see us.”

“Grind it into me, Baby. Oh yeah… like that… hump me faster, Stud… harder… don’t stop… oohhh shit don’t you dare stop… aaahhh… fuck yes!”

“I have to stop. You’ve got me so hot, I’ll cum in my pants if I don’t.”

Holly’s left hand jerked her dress off her tits, baring them completely while her right hand pulled the garment high on her hips exposing her shaved cunt. Her arms circled around Marc’s ass and jerked him hard against her body driving his iron-hard erection into her quivering clit.

“Oh shit… I can’t hold it much longer… Please. Shit! Stop! I’ll cum in my pants!”

Holly ignored him. Her hips rotated against Marc’s erection until her clit went into hard, spastic contractions. “AAHHHHH FUCK MEEE Mama’s cumming on your dick… on your hard dick… Aaahhh!”

“OH! OH! SHIT! Can’t hold it… Can’t. AAAhhhhhh fuckkk… I’m cumming!” Marc’s throbbing dick shot thick streams semen into his shorts. Holly’s hips continued to grind on his shaft as his sex gun fired again and again. By the time his balls were drained, the entire front of his pants was soaked with his semen.

“Wow! When you blow, you really blow, Honey. Black guys are big and really make a woman cum hard, but they don’t shoot off a dozen times like you just did. Let’s find a private room so you can shoot your next load where cum loads are supposed to go.”

“Did you cum?” Marc asked as his penis continued to twitch.

“Of course I came. You grind you cock into my clit, and I’m gonna explode. Feel my thighs, Marc.”

“They’re wet.”

“You think? Go higher, Honey. Feel my cunt, Lover.”

“My god. You’re throbbing… you’re still throbbing.”

“Men take a little time to recover after they shoot off, Honey. Women just get wetter and hotter. Have you fucked many black women?”

“No… no I haven’t.”

“Really? Have you ever had a black woman?” Marc shook his head.

“Wow! A black pussy virgin! I had a couple of those in high school, but none for a long time. Come on. Let’s find a room and get rid of your virginity. You’re gonna love being in my black pussy, Honey. Every guy says I’m a dynamite fuck.”

“I can’t. My wife is going to be furious, and I couldn’t get it up again anyway.”

“Bullshit! As soon as Holly gets your dick in her mouth and sucks it, you’ll get hard as diamond. And then you’ll love ramming that diamond dick up Holly’s cooze. You can shoot off inside me… pump Holly’s hole full of hot jizz. Interested?”

“I can’t… my wife… I just can’t.”

“Whatever you say. If you change your mind, I’ll be around.”

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My dress was lying on the floor as I bent over Carl’s naked body. His nine-inch black schlong arched high in the air. He moaned as my tongue slid up the side of the big shaft. When it reached the huge cap, his hips arched off the couch as his cock jerked spastically.

“Oh yeah! Suck my black cock you hot slut. Suck it!”

Circling my lips about its throbbing head, my tongue explored around and around his cock ridge. His hips pumped trying to fuck my mouth.

“Oh shit… Please… Suck it, Baby. Suck me!”

I had to stretch my mouth as wide as possible to allow Carl to slide it in. Two… Three…four… inches filled my mouth cavity as my hand tried to circle his thick rod and failed. Carl’s hips snapped back and then thrust forward ramming the head into my throat. I gagged… backed up… and then sucked him inside again while jacking off the four inches of dick still outside my mouth.

Gradually, he picked up speed. Each thrust seemed to push more and more cock into my mouth. Several times I gagged, but eventually the cock entered my throat and slid in deeper. Salvia was dripping from the corners of my tightly plugged mouth forming long strands that swung from my chin and cascaded down the length of his cock eventually coating his balls. The hot stud held my head in place as he pushed more cock down my throat. His masculine grunts of pleasure mixed with my moans and gasps as he mouth fucked me.

Part of my attention was suddenly diverted to another cock that was now sliding back and forth between my swollen pussy lips. Juices poured from my excited vagina coating my clit and lubricating the male fingers that had my hard, erect clitoris trapped between two thick black fingers. The cock slides continued… up and down the length of my slit. Ten inches of cock would slide past the throbbing opening of my eager, but still empty sex hole… again and again until it was dripping with my secretions. The aroma of sex filled the room.

The powerful fingers were moving faster on my clitoris now. Rubbing me… jacking me off like a man… making me screech and howl.

“Please, Trace. Put it in… fuck me… FUCK ME! AAHHH… OH SHIT. Give it to me… Ooohhhh… OOhhhhh fuck… gonna cumm… aahh.. aahh.. aaahhh… aahh… ooohh cumming…. Cumming… oohhhhh!! OOooommppff!”

My groans and howls were cut off by Carl’s big cock filling my mouth and throat again. For a moment, I wondered how much dick was in my throat, but only for a moment. Those thoughts were wiped out when my clit convulsed between Trace’s fingers in another hard orgasm.

“OOMMPPFFF… OOMMPPFFF… OOOMMMPPPFFF…”

“What did you say, Debbye. I don’t speak that “oommppfff” language. I guess you’re not used to have eight inches of black cock down your throat. Your clit is throbbing like crazy now, and I can feel your cunt opening and closing every time I slide my 10 inches through your sex trench… your hot.. wet… sexy… sex trench.”

Trace’s words, his fingers on my clit, his huge cock sliding through my slit, and Carl’s big rod fucking my mouth were driving me into a sexual frenzy. Desperately, I tried to capture the sliding cock with the opening to my vagina so it would sink into me… fill me… make me squirt like a fountain… and fuck me…. Oh shit… I needed to be fucked… I had to be fucked.

“FUCK ME! OH PLEASE… FUCK ME!” I heard myself howl.

“We don’t fuck a woman just one time, Debbye. We fuck them regularly… several times a week… often every day. Like your friend Beverly. She spreads whenever we tell her to spread. No more bullshit about your husband. You fuck on command.”

“You can fuck me anytime you want… as often as you want… Just stick that cock into me… I can’t stand this…FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD! SCREW ME…PLEASE!”

Trace socked his hips between my wide open legs and nailed his cock into my pussy. I was so wet, all ten inches entered me on the first thrust and thudded hard against my womb. My mouth flew open, and Carl filled it with his black rod. Juices spurted from my tightly plugged hole. My clit exploded in a series of hard, spastic contractions.
Then Trace began to fuck me. His hips snapped back and forth ramming his entire length into me on every entry. Shrieks of pleasure erupted from mouth each time Carl pulled back. The hot squishing noises of a male piston pumping into a female filled the room that was now heavy with the aroma of sex.

Carl’s load fired off like a cannon. Some of the semen shot down my throat straight into my belly. The rest quickly filled my mouth and then spurted out the corners where it formed long cum ropes from my chin. His cock softened slightly but he continued to fuck my mouth.

Trace jack hammered in and out of me for at least ten minutes. Toward the end, he was gripping my tits and jerking my hips back against his plunging cock on every thrust. I was having nearly continuous orgasms. Suddenly, he rammed into me balls deep. He held my hips in place as his cock contracted a dozen times or more, each time pumping a thick stream of cum deep into my cunt. After six such cum injections, long ropes of semen were swinging from my erect clitoris and labia.

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Marc had been in the men’s room for almost an hour trying desperately to clean his pants and shorts. His shorts had proved to be an impossible task. The entire front of the garment was soaked with semen that only a vigorous machine washing could remove. Since Club Rendezvous did not provide laundry facilities, and he had no intension of carrying around his cum-soaked shorts all evening, the only remaining solution was to throw them in the trash bin.

His pants were an even bigger problem. The cum stain covered the crotch and half the front of his pants. At first, he had tried to use wet paper towels, but that only smeared the stain over a wider area. To make things worse, as his pants dried, the stain turned stiff and crusty. With no shorts, he obviously could not throw his pants into the trash bin. After an hour of effort, he was sitting in one of the stalls, naked from the waist down, wondering what to do.

“Shit!”, he said aloud to himself. “Debbye’s going to be furious. She’s been sitting at our table for an hour and a half waiting for me, and when she sees my pants, she’s gonna think I fucked Holly. Talk about Armageddon! This is gonna be Armageddon double plus.”

Unable to think of any other option, Marc stepped into his wet pants, put on his shoes and socks, and stepped out of the stall. Fortunately, he was alone. When he looked down at his pants, he moaned, “Fuck! A school girl is gonna know what happened,”

That observation was the first thing Marc had gotten correct the entire evening. As he searched for their table and his wife, every woman he passed laughed. Some even nudged their companion and pointed at his cum-stained pants.

One attractive, middle-aged woman moved closer and whispered, “Don’t worry about that, Honey. Some guys can’t even get it up much less shoot a load like that. But you know it’s a lot more fun to shoot it into a woman than into your pants. Why don’t we go upstairs and try that out?”

“I can’t. I just can’t. My wife’s been waiting for me for almost two hours. I’ve got to find her. I’m sorry.”

“You should be. It’s your loss, Honey.”

It took Marc ten minutes to find their table, which was now occupied by another couple. After searching for another 10 minutes with no luck, Marc decided that Debbye must be outside… maybe waiting in their car. He headed for the exit.

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The cock in my ass… eight inches of thick man meat… was buried balls deep. At the same time, another ten inches of black dick was fucking my cunt. The two studs screwed me in perfect rhythm… one cock drove to the bottom of my hole forcing shrieks of pleasure from my lungs as the other black rod withdrew. Back and forth… again and again… stretching me open and sinking into my depths even as my vagina and ass contracted in hard spasms in a futile effort to close. It was obvious that these two hot studs had had a lot of practice double fucking a woman.

It had begun when I was riding Trace’s cock cowgirl with my tits dangling in front of his face and his mouth sucking my nipples. I had already cum twice from the intense, dual sensations of a monster black cock fucking in and out of my cunt and my clitoris grinding against the base of his shaft. Trace kept slapping my ass ordering me to fuck harder… faster. Every time I drove my hips downward and felt the iron-hard cock thud against my cervix someone spanked my ass. I had lost track of my orgasms.

I was about to cum again when Trace grabbed my ass cheeks and held me still. I moaned in frustration, but that ended when I felt Carl squirt astroglide into my ass and begin working his thick cock into me. Trace’s hands separated my buttocks to totally expose my hole for Carl who now had three inches of dick inside me.

“Oohhh god… it’s too big. Too Big… UUNNGHH… AAHHH… TOO BIG… AAHHH!”

Trace arched his hips to force more of Carl’s dick into my ass. I moaned when I felt the big shaft being pulled out. At first, I thought he had given up, but a moment later, I felt the cock going into me again. This time, he buried four or five inches. My moans filled the room. Fortunately, the pain ebbed as he fucked more and more dick into my ass. When I finally felt his balls banging against my cunt, I knew he had it buried. Then, the two studs began fucking their sex slave with 18 inches of black cock. All I could do was groan, gasp, howl, and shudder in repeated orgasms.

“Let’s turn her over and switch holes,” Carl suggested as his dick slid back and forth inside my widely stretched colon.

As soon as Trace pulled out of my cunt, a thick stream gushed from my vacated vagina. My body was still shaking with sexual excitement as the two studs turned me over and positioned my gaping anus over Trace’s rigidly erect shaft. Two hands pulled my hips downward and 10 inches of cock sank into my ass. Carl lifted and spread my legs. I watched half in fascination, half in fear, as he aligned his thick cock with the opening to my vagina.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded, and moment later I was gasping. “Ooohhhhh fuck! It’s going innnn… Aaahhhhh… Oh my gawd… You’re both all the way inside me. How much cock? AAahhhh!”

“Eighteen inches of black dick in you, Debbye. Do you like it?”

“Oh fuck Yes…. Fuck me.. oh god … fuck me hard… aaahhhh!”

They did.

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Marc had been searching the grounds and the parking lot of the club for a half hour with no success. He had checked their car three times, but it was always empty. As he walked around the spacious parking lot, he noticed that every fourth car or so was rocking back and forth. Loud female shrieks and moans mixed with the deeper grunts of a male could be easily heard when he drew closer to these cars.

As he stood beside one van listening to the woman begging her lover to fuck her harder… to make her cum again, he wondered why so many men preferred to fuck their wives in the parking lot rather than go home and use the master bedroom.

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The double fucking had ended when Trace had ejaculated deep inside my ass and a few minutes later, Carl’s cock had exploded a huge cum load into my cunt. When they finally pulled their semi-hard dicks from my sex holes, my body continued to shake for several minutes as my chest heaved trying desperately to suck air into my lungs. Thick rivers of semen were oozing out of my gaping vagina and anus.

We took a short break while Carl prepared us drinks from the courtesy bar. They were still working on theirs when I moved between them and began sucking their cocks… first Carl… then Trace… back and forth. It only took five minutes or so until both shafts were again rock hard and ready.

Carl and Trace were now fucking me one at a time. One guy would watch and stroke his hard cock while the other screwed me. Trace had me on my back with my legs wide open and my knees to the side of my head. He was mounted over me driving all ten inches of cock into my upturned cunt. Juices gushed out and trickled down my buttocks and into my asshole. He would pull out until only the head remained inside me, wait until my hips rose to recapture his cock, and then ram it balls deep again. Carl was alternating between jacking off, rubbing my clit or nipples, and taking photos of Trace fucking me.

“Oh shit. Love your white fuck hole, Debbye. Hot, tight fuck hole!”

“Oh yes! Fuck it, Lover. Screw my hot, tight fuck hole with you big black cock. Ram meeeeeee!”

“Oh yeah… gonna cum in you, Debbye. Almost there.”

“Shoot it in, Baby. Breed me, Stud. Cum in me!”

“Cumming… Load’s going in… Take it, Slut… Take my load!”

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Marc’s cock had gotten hard listening to the women being fucked inside the van. He wanted to jack off, but he didn’t have the nerve to expose his cock in the parking lot. He knew if he continued to listen, he would cum in his pants again. So, he had returned to the club.

Once again, he searched the club… the tables, the booths, the couches, the bar, and the dance floor without finding Debbye. As before, the women giggled and laughed when they saw his cum-stained pants.

Not knowing what else to do, he took a seat at the bar. He was nursing a Tom Collins when the bartender came over.

“Don’t worry about your wife, Marc. She’s probably in the ladies room. It’s much nicer than the men’s room. There’s lounge in there with a single bed. She’s probably taking a nap. Want a refill? It’s on the house.”

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Carl had just finished fucking me in an extreme doggie position. I had my knees on the floor under my body with my head also lying on the floor. My ass was arched high in the air. Carl was mounted over me ramming that monstrously thick cock into my cunt. I couldn’t believe how good that huge cock made me feel. I was howling every time he entered me. The hot stud could make me cum anytime he wanted… and he seemed to want me to cum a lot. I did. After thirty minutes of non-stop screwing, Carl’s cock exploded inside my rectum. After the first spurt was in me, he jerked his cock out and pumped several more spurts all over my ass, pussy, and back.

Carl was obviously finished for the evening, and I knew that Marc would be looking for me. “Look, Guys. It’s getting late. I need to go back and find my husband.”

“I need to cum again,” Trace protested. “Listening to you howl and moan every time Carl stuck his cock up your cunt has me hard as stone. Come on, Baby. Mount me and ride my dick. I’ll fuck you hard and fast. It won’t take me long to put another load into that hot, white pussy.”

“You’re a randy stud, Trace. But you already know that, don’t you? Ok. Ten minutes. Deal?”

“Mount me.”

Trace’s cock was a rigid spike standing straight up. All I had to do was straddle his him and lower my pussy over his sex gun. His hands clutched my ass cheeks as his hips thrust upward. I moaned as his cock filled me. Once he was firmly socked into my cunt, his hips machine gunned his prick in and out of my throbbing channel. Before ten minutes had elapsed, I felt him throb hard inside me. He held my hips in position as he ejaculated several times deep inside my vagina making me cum right along with him. Finally, the throbbing ebbed, and his hard cock popped out of my pussy. Carl took several photos as his load poured from my widely stretched vagina onto his belly.

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When I returned to the club again fully dressed, Marc was seated at the bar. Since the best defense is offense, I took the offensive.

“Where have you been? I waited for an hour or more after you went off to dance with Holly. Did you fuck her?”

“No. NO! Of course not. You know I wouldn’t do that.”

“They way she was dressed…or I should say “undressed”… I think you probably screwed the slut. My god! Look at your pants! There’s cum stains all over them.”

“Debbye, if I had fucked her, the cum would be in her pussy not all over my pants.”

“Well. I’m not so sure. Maybe you fucked her with your pants on.”

“Honey, that’s ridiculous. The truth is that she was all over me on the dance floor. She even exposed her breasts and pulled up her dress. I know you probably won’t believe this, but she wasn’t wearing any panties. After she pulled up her dress, she ground herself against my penis until I shot off in my pants. I begged her to stop, but she kept doing it until she had climaxed. By that time, I was shooting off in my pants. That’s the truth. I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t help it.”

“I guess I believe you, Marc. From the looks of your pants, you must have shot off a gigantic load.”

“That’s what she said too.”

“Really? A woman who excites a man to the point that he cums inside his pants ought to make it up to him. Did she?”

“What do you mean?”

“Simple, Marc. Did she ask you if you wanted to fuck her?”

“I guess she did, but I had already cum so naturally, I had to say no. You do believe me, don’t you?”

“It’s sort of remarkable, but the fact is that I do believe you. Let’s go home. I’m tired, and you look really beat.”

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The Sex Slave

Monday

I expected Marc to want sex on Sunday, but apparently he was still too embarrassed about cumming in his pants to ask. So I spent the day thinking about my two black studs and how erotically dressed all the women were at Club Rendezvous. The black wet-look dress I had worn was really the only sexy outfit I had.

On Monday, I spent the morning shopping at Victoria’s Secret. I also visited a new boutique, “Femme Fatale, which also featured erotic wear for women. By noon, I had five new outfits that I was pretty certain would get any man’s attention.

Since I was already downtown, I went for lunch at The Golden Crêpery. I was halfway through my lunch when I saw Beverly Johnson walking toward my table. With her blonde hair and sexy body, Beverly wasn’t hard to recognize.

“Hi, Beverly. Nice seeing you. Wanna join me for some lunch?”

“I’ve already had lunch, but I’ve asked the waiter to bring me some coffee. I saw you in here and wanted to stop by to chat a little.”

“What about?”

Lowering her voice, she leaned closer and whispered, “I hear from Rachelle and from Trace that you had a lot of fun at Club Rendezvous Saturday night.”

“Oh gawd. I was hoping you wouldn’t find out. I’m really sorry, Beverly. I didn’t know he was your boyfriend until it was too late.”

“Too late? What does that mean?”

“Trace already had his fingers in my pussy before I realized who he was. I just couldn’t stop. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Beverly giggled and then unable to control herself began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Debbye, I’m not angry. In fact, I’m relieved. Those two studs have been screwing me almost everyday. Between them and Brad wanting sex twice a week, I’m exhausted. Now that you’re available, Trace and Carl won’t be after me everyday.”

“I’m not seeing them regularly, Bev. It was just one night.”

Again, Beverly laughed. “Honey. I got news for you. Those two guys will be on you and in you several times a week… but not everyday unless they get tired of banging me.
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Tuesday:


I really didn’t believe Beverly, but two hours after Marc left for work on Tuesday morning, I changed my mind. Around 9:00 AM, my cell phone chimed.

“Hello.”

“Nice to hear your sexy voice again, Debbye.”

“Trace?”

“The same. I see you remember me. Did your husband fuck you last night or this morning?”

I started to tell him that was none of his business, but somehow before I could say that, my pussy took over my thinking, and I heard myself saying, “No. He didn’t.”

“Too bad. I really like screwing a freshly-fucked married woman. Maybe next time. I’ll be there in about an hour. Either be naked or just wear heels. One hour. Be ready.” The line went dead.

All the time I was in shower, the only think I could think about was the hung black stud with 10 inches of cock who was coming over to fuck me. Saturday night, he and Carl had blackmailed me into having sex with them. Even thought I didn’t protest too much, it was still blackmail. But today was different. Having enjoyed Trace’s big cock once, I wanted it again… a lot. I had an urge to masturbate, but enough sense not to. After doing my make up, I selected a pair of pumps with four-inch heels. The thought that I wouldn’t be wearing anything else had my clit partially erect and my vagina seeping. I started to make the bed, but then realized how stupid that was. I was certain that Trace would want to fuck me in the same bed Marc and I shared. I put on a robe, poured myself a drink to provide some liquid courage, and went into the den to wait for my hot lover.

At 10:00 AM, someone tried to open the front door but had to ring the bell since I had it locked. When I opened the door, Trace was shaking his head. Before I could speak, he said, “From now on, don’t lock the door. I want you spread out, legs open, and waiting for me. I’ll lock the door after I arrive. Understand?”

I was so turned on and excited by the powerful black stud, I couldn’t find my voice.

“Understand?” he repeated.

“Yes… yes… I understand.”

“What do you understand?”

“I… I don’t lock the door.”

“And?”

“And I’m to have my legs spread wide and be waiting for you.”

“Well? Why are you still standing there in that robe. You know where I want you. You do know don’t you?”

I had my robe off in a second and hurried… actually ran… to the couch where I lay down on my back spread wide resting my left leg on the top of the sofa while I planted my right heel on the floor.

“Damn! You are one fine woman,” Trace stated as he pulled his T-shirt off revealing his powerful, high-muscled upper body. I drew a deep breath at the sight. My pussy responded with a hard contraction.

“Am I as fine as Beverly?” I whispered obviously hoping he would say yes.

“Beverly is a smoking hot blonde cunt. You’re a smoking hot brunette cunt. Raise your right leg and pull it back so I can see both your ass and cunt holes while I’m taking off my pants.”

This time I followed his orders immediately. I even moved my hand between my gaping thighs and spread my vaginal lips open so Trace could see deeper into my vagina.

“See anything you wanna fuck, Stud?”

Trace kicked off his shoes and stripped his pants down his thighs. He had some problems getting the garment past his iron-hard, ten-inch black cock. It stood almost straight up. Semen was already leaking from its swollen cap.

“Your sex gun looks primed and loaded, Honey.”

“You’d better believe it… and it’s not shooting blanks. Are you on the pill?”

“Does it matter?”

“No. Not to me.”

“I thought you might bring Carl,” I said as my fingers stroked my now fully erect clit.

“He’s busy fucking Beverly right now. He’ll come by tomorrow sometime while I’m screwing that blonde slut.”

I had expected Trace to mount me and ram his shaft into my soaked vagina. Instead, he sat down on the love seat, spread his legs, and said, “See anything you want buried in your hot cunt?”

“Oh fuck YES!” I moaned as I stared at his cock. It looked absolutely huge… a thick, rock-hard, black cylinder that throbbed and extended almost a foot upward. It made my cunt throb with desire… it would have made any woman’s cunt throb.

“Then MOUNT!” Trace ordered.

Thirty seconds later, loud female gasps and even louder female moans filled the room as ten inches of man meat sank into the depths of my vagina.

“Oh my gawd! What a cock! Big hard black fuck stick…. It’s in meeeeeee… all the way in meeeeeeee….. fucking me… aaahhh… shit… fuck meee!” I screamed.

“Later. You fuck me. Fuck that hot married cunt on my cock… Make yourself cum, and then I fuck you.”

My hips went into overdrive as I pounded my pussy up and down Trace’s cock. Even though I was raising my hips seven inches on every stroke, three inches of hard dick remained firmly socked into my pulsing hole. When I drove downward on his spike, the big head thudded hard against my cervix as its huge girth stretched my vagina into a gaping hole. The friction on my clitoris was intense. When I ground it against the base of his cock, the muscles of my abdomen knotted as the hard contractions of an impending orgasm made my body shudder.

“Oh Yeah… fuck that hot cunt on my cock, Slut. Fuck and cum… Fuck and cum, Debbye. Cum on my cock!”

Suddenly, my entire body began to shake and tremble. At the same time, my vagina went into repeated spasms around Trace’s embedded cock. My juices tried to spurt, but my cunt was so tightly plugged, all I could do was throb and hiss with pleasure as the orgasm spread through my body.

“My turn now, Slut,” Trace growled. His hands gripped my hips and raised them to give him fucking room. Once he had me in position, he began ramming his cock in and out of my pussy in hard, rapid thrusts. Every stroke drove to the bottom of my vagina. Loud male grunts punctuated every thrust. Higher pitched, loud female shrieks mixed with his grunts as he fucked me. I felt like a total sex slave. Another orgasm engulfed me.

My vagina was still contracting when I felt Trace’s hands lifting and turning me around. My wet, lubricated hole served as the socket for his sex spike on which he rotated my body until I was riding him reverse cowgirl. He released my hips allowing my body to impale itself on his hard shaft. Each stroke now rubbed directly on my G-spot and clit.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”, I howled as his cock pistoned in and out of me.

“I'm gonna shoot it, Slut! Big cum load going in!” he shouted.

“Cum in me! SHOOT IT IN! CUM IN MY MARRIED PUSSYT, LOVER… BREED MEEEE!”
I had another orgasm as Trace shot a half dozen thick streams of cum into me.

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At 11 AM, Trace had me on my back lying on the side of my marriage bed with my heels pointed straight at the ceiling. He was standing beside the bed between my thighs ramming 10 inches of cock into my eager box. I couldn’t stop moaning and gasping as he used his sex slave.

He was growling so loud and fucking me so hard, I was certain that he was going to cum inside me for the second time, but he had a lot more control than Marc ever had. My vagina was quivering in the edge of another climax when he moved me to the center of the bed and climbed on with his body between my open legs. Putting my right leg up on his shoulder, he centered his cock at my opening and filled me again. His cock rammed straight down into my cunt like he was hammering in railway spikes. My hips were being driven deep into the mattress on every thrust.

“OH GAWD, YOU’RE KILLING ME WITH THAT COCK… FUCK IT, LOVER… FUCK IT…; FUCK MY CUNT… AAAHHHH… OH SHIT… YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM … CUMMING…. FUCK MEEEEEEE!!”

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At noon, Trace had me on my knees with my head on the bed and my ass arched to put my pussy into fucking position. For 10 minutes, the sexy bastard teased my vaginal opening and my clit with the head of his hard cock until I was begging him to put it in… to fuck me... to make me cum. As soon as he entered me, my orgasm exploded. I was still throbbing when Trace shot his third load deep inside his sex slave’s cum hole, which is the way I was now thinking of my vagina.


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Wednesday:

On Tuesday night, Marc finally wanted to have sex. “Are you sure you’re not too tired?” he asked.

“Of course I’m not too tired to have sex with my husband. I’ve been waiting for you to ask ever since our erotic evening at Club Rendezvous.”

“I was just so embarrassed about cumming in my pants, I was afraid you would say no.”

“Forget that stuff, Honey. I’ve let’s go to the bedroom and fuck. Or would you prefer to screw me bent over the couch or some other place? You can fuck me any where you want, Lover.”

All of Marc’s pent up frustration from Saturday night seemed to explode as soon as he mounted me. His hips were a blur of motion as he pounded my ass deep into the mattress.

“Oh yeah, Baby. Like that! LIKE THAT! Fuck your dirty wife. FUCK ME HARD!”

“I can’t believe how wet you are. Your pussy’s a swamp,” he moaned while never slowing his strokes.

With the remnants of Trace’s three loads still in my pussy, Marc’s comment was no surprise to me. “I always get hot and wet when my hot stud fucks me. Ohhh yeah… bang me harder. I’m gonna cum!”

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As soon as Marc had left for the bank, I put on one of my outfits. It was a black negligee that just barely covered my large breasts, none of my ass, and had open sides to reveal most of my body. A very narrow strip of material between my thighs made a futile effort to cover my pussy. It came with self-supporting, thigh-high, black mesh stockings. As a final touch, I put on the matching five-inch stiletto heels I had bought to go with the outfit.

At 8:15, the front door was unlocked and a lounge chair was sitting directly in front of the door. I was ready and waiting for Carl’s call. By 8:30, the narrow strip between my thighs was soaked with my secretions. By 9 AM, I had the bodice pulled down below my tits. Every time I rubbed my hard nipples, my vagina contracted. At 9:20, the narrow strip was no longer between my thighs. I had pulled it aside so I could touch my erect clit. A little after 10 AM, my inner thighs were wet. If Carl didn’t call soon, I wasn’t going to be able to resist masturbating.

Carl never did call. He just arrived unannounced at 10:15 AM. I had seen him walking across our front lawn. My pussy was already throbbing in anticipation as I rushed to the lounge chair. As soon as my body was seated, I jerked my legs up and back into female fucking position with both breasts sticking out of my negligee and my cunt totally exposed. When I heard Carl’s footsteps on the porch, I pulled my legs even further back and spread them wider so that everything was on display. The hot stud didn’t even bother to knock. He just entered and stared at my tits, cunt, and ass spread out and waiting for him.

“Trace said you’d be spread out like that. He wasn’t lying.” Carl didn’t take his eyes off my cunt as he stripped. My pussy contracted in a hard spasm when his thick 8-inch schlong came into view.

“Why didn’t you call? I’ve been waiting for over two hours,” I heard myself moaning. I arched my hips higher in invitation.

“Women get hotter… wetter… when they have to wait. Makes it a lot easier to get my thick cock into them. Come over here. Fist me… then suck me.” Carl’s dick was so thick, there was no way I could get my hand all the way around it. He grunted when I began jacking him off. His hips pumped as my hand moved rapidly up and down his shaft.

“No more,” he ordered. “Suck me now. Take all of it.”

“It’s too big. I can’t.”

“Try. If you want it in your pussy, suck all of it.” Bending over at the waist, I managed to suck about half. He held my head and forced more cock down my throat. Of course I gagged. He pulled out until my gagging ebbed. Then, it was thrust down my throat again. I gagged again. He waited. More cock was shoved down my throat. I was gagging…gasping for air. He pulled out and slapped my face with the big rod. I kept my mouth open. Fifteen minutes later, my lips kissed his pubic hair. It was all the way in. My neck bulged with his huge rod.

At 11 AM, I was riding his cock in reverse cowgirl position. The sexy stud was screwing me right in front of an open window. His pounding dick had me right on the edge of a powerful orgasm when my cell phone rang.

“Answer it,” he commanded.

“It could be my husband,” I moaned.

“Then you can talk to him while I fuck his wife’s cunt.”

“Hello.”

“You hot slut. You’re being fucked right now, aren’t you?” It was Rachelle’s voice.

“No. What makes you think that?”

“No reason other than the fact that I when I peeked between the curtains of your front window, I could see a monster cock sinking into your cunt. Have you cum yet?”

“Oh fuck yes. He’s just huge. He’s been in me for half an hour. Fucking me… all the way in… aaahhh shit! I’m gonna cum again!”

“And I’m gonna shoot my load up her cunt when she cums,” Carl shouted.

“He’s gonna cum in you, Debbye. That huge dick is gonna cum in your cunt,” Rachelle groaned. “I’m cumming too… cumming!” All three of us got off at the same time.

Carl spent two more hours fucking me. He had me in my bedroom giving it to me in doggie position when he shot in his second load. While he recovered, he made me call Rachelle back and tell her all the dirty details of how he had just banged me. While I gave her a stroke-by-stroke description, Carl had a vibrator pressed against my clit. I had three more orgasms before he allowed me to hang up. Rachelle told me she had gotten off twice.

Carl left a little after 1 PM, but not before he had spent another 45 minutes fucking my cunt and my ass in missionary position. As my front door closed behind him, cum was oozing out of my vagina and anus.



Thursday turned out to be a sexless day. Neither Trace nor Carl visited me nor was my husband interested in sex that evening. I couldn’t help worrying about whether I had done something wrong. “Wasn’t I a good fuck? They seemed to enjoy it,” I thought.

“What’s the matter with you tonight?” Marc asked after dinner. “You’re pacing around the house like a caged tiger.”

It got even worse on Friday which turned out to be as sexless as Thursday had been. After Marc had left for work, I put on one of my outfits and posed in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom. Staring at my reflection, I said aloud, “I look really hot and sexy. What man wouldn’t want to fuck me? Don’t I look like a hot of piece of ass? What’s the matter with those guys?” I was both angry and worried, so much so I called Beverly and asked her to have lunch at The Golden Crêpery.

As soon as we had placed our lunch orders, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. Leaning closer, I asked, “Have you seen Trace or Carl the last couple of days?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“I haven’t seen them either.”

“So? What’s the problem?”

The question made my face flush. “Well,” I stammered, “it just seems a little odd. That’s all.”

Beverly laughed. “You’re saying that it seems odd that those guys would let two days pass without fucking you?”

My face got even redder. “I hadn’t thought about it like that. I guess I’m turning into an insatiable slut.”

“No more than me. Those huge black cocks are addictive.” Now both of us were laughing. “The fact is that they’re saving up their stamina for Saturday.”

“What happens Saturday?”

“Oh. I see the problem. Those guys haven’t told you, have they?”

“I guess not. What is it?”

“We’re having a party Saturday night.”

“Who is?”

“You, me, Trace, Carl, and four more of their friends. At your house.”

“That’s not possible. What about Mel and Marc? I don’t think they would approve, to say the least.”

“Well, I’m not so sure about that. Some men really get off watching their wives being fucked by really hung guys. But, we’re not going to take that chance. Mel is out of town for several days. So he’s not a problem.”

“Marc’s not out town. What about him?”

“Marc is the one who is inviting Trace and Carl over to your place Saturday night. He’s gonna tell you tonight at dinner.”

“Why? He doesn’t even know either of those guys.”

“Listen. As we speak, Trace and Carl are at Marc’s bank talking to him about transferring all of the business of their large car dealership to his bank. That business includes huge daily deposits and very large, frequent short-term loans that allow them replace and increase their inventory. Getting their business will be a real coup for Marc. It might even fast-track him into a vice presidency of the bank.”

“I knew that Trace owned a car dealership. What’s Carl’s connection?”

“He’s Trace’s general manager.”

“Ok. So Marc is inviting Trace and Carl over to dinner hoping to seal the deal. I got that. But how is that going to let us have a party not only with Carl and Trace, but also four other guys?”

“During and after dinner, there will be a lot of coffee, wine and drinks. By 9 PM, Marc will get extremely sleepy… so much so that he will fall into a deep sleep and not awaken until late Sunday morning. You, of course, will be very angry with him for getting so ***** he couldn’t stay awake, but you will assure him that Trace and Carl weren’t angry. They were actually amused by the fact that Marc couldn’t hold his liquor, and that they were highly pleased with the banking arrangements he had made before passing out. How does that sound?”

“Devious… to say the least. How do Carl and Trace propose to make my husband drink himself into a drunken stupor?”

“A couple of roofies in his dessert coffee will take care of that.”

“Roofies?”

“The date **** drug, Honey. They same thing Grant used to get into your panties. But he just gave you enough to lower your inhibitions. Two of those pills will put Marc out, and the best thing is that he won’t remember much of anything about the night. Don’t you find it incredibly erotic to think about fucking all those hot studs while your husband is asleep in the other room? Maybe Trace, Carl, and their buddies will fuck us on the bed right beside him. Just think about it… two or three incredibly large, hard cocks fucking you while your husband is two feet away sleeping like a baby.”
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Sex Party:

I was extremely nervous the first 30 minutes of the evening. Trace and Carl had arrived promptly at 7:30 PM. Both men were dressed casually, but both wore very expensive clothes from Niemen and Marcus. They looked like exactly what they were, successful businessmen hoping to arrange a mutually profitable deal with the bank.

I wore a very nice, tight fitting dress that was totally appropriate for a dinner engagement with business associates. Both Trace and Carl greeted me warmly and then paid essentially no further attention to me. I was both shocked and disappointed. They didn’t even glance at my breasts or legs. Marc had probably concluded that they were gay lovers.

Before, during, and after dinner, the discussions were all about banking matters… fees, interest rates, loan amounts, discounts for big business accounts, etc. I never saw the drugs being placed in Marc’s coffee, wine, or drinks, but around 8:30 PM, he was having problems keeping his eyes open or concentrating on the discussion. Trace and Carl took no notice of his condition. They just continued to discuss their business plans for expansion. By 9 PM, Marc could hardly stand.

“Looks like you’ve ***** your limit, Marc,” Trace commented. “Don’t worry. Dinner was fantastic thanks to your lovely wife, and I think we have all the details worked out. We’ll stop by the bank on Monday to sign the papers.”

When my husband attempted to stand up so he could see his guests to the door, his legs failed him, and he fell back onto the couch.

“Come on, Marc. Carl and I will help you to the bedroom. Don’t worry. We’ve been in the same position many times. Good food and great drinks will do that.” The two men essentially carried my husband into the bedroom where they removed his shoes, loosened his belt , and covered him with a light quilt. He was out like a light. Leaning over the bed, I shook him several times without getting any response except for the sound of his breathing.

I was still bent over the bed tending to Marc when I felt my dress being pulled up over my hips. Strong male hands on my back kept me bent over Marc’s body. Other male hands were lowering my panties down my legs to my heels. I didn’t have to be told what to do. Lifting my feet one at a time, my panties were removed. A male foot nudged my feet apart. They nudged again when I didn’t spread wide enough. When they were three feet apart, the men seemed satisfied. When I heard the rustling of clothes, I arched my hips. A moment later, a hard cock stretched my pussy open and entered me.

“AAAAaahhhhhh…. Yesssss…. It’s going innnnnn…. Aaaahhh… Who’s fucking me? Ooohhhhh shit… Your cock is so damn big!”

The cock began to move back and forth as hands held onto my hips pulling me backwards onto the huge dick.

“You’re fucking meee! YOU’RE FUCKING MEEE!” I moaned as my lover screwed me harder… faster. I grunted each time the cock banged into the bottom of my hole. My head was now lying on my husband’s abdomen being jarred back and forth by the dick fucking my cunt.

“Oh gawd, Honey. Your wife is being screwed by a huge black cock… He’s in me… all the way in me… fucking meee… I’m gonna cum… your wife is gonna cummmm…. I’m cumming, Honey! I’m cumming on his big cock… Aaaahhh fuckk…. Now… Now!”

My legs and thighs were still quivering from my first orgasm when the cock began jerking hard inside my vagina. It’s owner buried it balls deep, jammed it hard against my womb, and began shooting one thick cum jet after another into my cunt. As Trace withdrew his dripping cock from my gaping vagina, a group of people began clapping. Looking up, I saw Beverly, Carl, and four other men, one of them white, applauding Trace’s performance.

“Hope you left some for me.”

“Plenty left, David. Go on. Try her out,” Carl urged. “I’ll watch and then take a turn in her cunt.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. The powerful stud put me on my back like I only weighed ten pounds. Without being told, I assumed the female fucking position with my legs high in the air, knees bent.

“I love fucking a cum-filled cunt,” the man whispered in my ear as he lower his body between my open legs. Reaching between our bodies, I fitted his hard cock into my vagina.

“Fuck me,” I whispered in his ear. “Fuck me hard. Put another load in me.” His hips snapped forward driving his shaft all the way into my wet channel.

“OOOoohhh… fuck yes,” I moaned.

“Hot cunt hole,” he growled as he began moving in and out of me.

“Harder, Baby. Bang it into me,”

“Like this?”

“HARDER!”

“How’s this, Slut?”

“Oh shit YES! Like that… just like that. Who’s fucking me?”

“David’s fucking your hot cunt!”

Circling my legs around his hips, I pulled him tightly against my thrashing body. “MMMmmm… so good… fuck me, David… Fuck Debbye’s hot cunt!”

“What did you say?” Marc asked in a low whisper.

“Oh god. No. He’s awake,” I gasped in shock.

David didn’t even break his fucking rhythm. He was now screwing me even harder and faster as his orgasm approached.

“Don’t worry about that,” Carl assured me. “Roofies are sort of a waking anesthesia. People sometimes talk and appear to be awake, but they aren’t, and the next day, they have no memory of anything that happened.”

“What’s happening?” Marc moaned obviously out of it.

“Your wife’s being fucked, Honey. David has his cock in my cunt screwing me. He’s about to cum, Baby.”

“Come? That’s good. Tell him to come.” Marc babbled before he against closed his eyes.

“You heard my husband, David. Cum in me, Stud. Shoot it in. “

“Hell YES! Take it, Baby. Take my load. HERE IT COMES! UUNNGHHH… CUMMING IN YOU…”

“He’s cumming in me, Marc… He’s shooting in a huge load… ooohhh fuck yes! YES! OH FUCK YES! I’m cumming too… pump me harder, Lover.”

When David withdrew his cock from my gushing vagina, Carl immediately took his place. “Think I’ll use your ass, Debbye. Too much cum in your cunt now.”

“Whatever you want, Honey. Whatever you want whenever you want it, Lover.”

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After Carl finished, I used the bathroom to empty my bladder and take a quick shower. My make up was a mess after having sex with three different men, one right after another. So, I took another few minutes to make repairs. Except for my sleeping husband, the bedroom was empty when I returned, but from the way Beverly was howling and moaning, it was a good bet that all the men were in the den fucking her.

Trace, Carl, and David were making themselves a drink while the other three guys were crowded around Beverly. One the black studs was lying on the couch with Beverly lying on her back on top of him. His cock was buried deep inside her ass. A second black cock was pumping furiously in and out of her cunt as the guy held her legs high in the air.

“Oh my god! They’re both fucking her at the same time,” I gasped. “How can she take all that cock?”

“You mean you’ve never been DPed?” Trace asked obviously surprised.

“What’s DPed?”

“DP… double penetrated… two cock in you at the same time, one in your cunt; the other buried in your ass. Two ways to do it. Like Beverly’s getting it right now or they can turn her over and DP her in doggie position.”

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Look at her face. Does that look like the face of woman in pain or having multiple orgasms? Just wait until we put two cocks in you at the same time… you’ll cum so hard you won’t believe it.”

“Oh shit… she is cumming… a lot and really hard. I can even see her clit throbbing.” I screamed as my fingers worked feverishly between my thighs. “Who’s fucking her?”

The cock in her ass belongs to Sam. The guy in her cunt is Len, and the white guy watching is Blake. We invited him cause we thought you ladies would appreciate a 9-inch white dick. But you’re about to find out for yourself. Here he comes.”

Blake was naked like the rest of the men, and his cock was really big. It stood straight up and looked like it was hard enough to cut diamonds. He moved behind me and cupped my tits as his cock pushed between my thighs. It slid sensuously between the lips of my pussy and sawed back and forth in my slit.

“Make yourself cum, Debbye. Beverly’s about to cum again. Cum when she does,” Blake ordered.

With his cock sliding through my sex trench and my fingers working up and down my erect clitoris, cumming wasn’t going to be a problem. Holding back until Beverly got off again was the problem.

With his powerful chest pressing against my back and his hands pulling my tits downward, Blake had no problems bending me over. The position made my cunt an open target for his big dick.

“Oohhhh yeah.... put it in me,” I hissed. My opening stretched wide to accommodate the huge cock. “Oh shit… it’s going innnnnn… aaahhh… fuck me, Blake. Fuck me!”

Beverly was now thrashing wildly between the two cocks as her orgasm exploded. With Blake’s dick pistoning furiously in and out of my pussy, and my fingers working on my clitoris, both of us were cumming at the same time. Our shrieks of pleasure mixed the grunts of the three men who were emptying their fully loaded sex guns into our throbbing holes.

Since it was the first orgasm for Sam, Len, and Blake, thick rivers of semen were oozing from our cunts and also from Beverly’s ass. I suggested to Beverly that we visit the bathroom for repairs, but Trace had other plans.

“Forget the bathroom. The two of you need to do “69” and clean each other up. Beverly, you’re on bottom. Lie down on the coffee table.”

Obediently, the blonde slut laid down on the table on her back. She smiled wickedly as she spread her legs. Her cunt and anus were covered with thick, white semen and even more was oozing out.

“You’re on top, Debbye. Straddle Bev’s face and mash your cunt into her face.”

The table was wide enough to permit me to easily sandwich her head between my open thighs. Looking back between my legs at Beverly, I could see her staring at my cum-filled vagina. Two four-inch cum ropes were swinging erotically right above her face.

“My god, Debbye. How much cum did Blake shoot into you? Your entire cunt is full of it. I’m not sure I can do this,” she moaned.

“You don’t have any choice, Slut. Either suck me clean or drown in cum,” I challenged as I mashed my swampy cunt against her face. As soon as I felt her mouth open, I contracted my vaginal muscle and expelled several huge wads of semen filling her mouth. She made muffled grunts of protest, but she did start lapping, sucking, and swallowing.

“Your turn now,” Trace said as his hand forced my head between Beverly’s thighs onto the sodden mess of her cum-filled cunt and ass holes. I immediately realized that I had an even messier job than Beverly did. I not only had to suck all the cum out of her cunt; I had to do the same with her ass.

After the initial shock wore off, we were both enjoying our task. I loved being able to make Beverly’s clit jerk and throb by flicking my tongue over its sensitive tip. Every time I did it, the hot slut would return the favor making my clitoris quiver and pulse. When we both began fingering the G-spot and sucking on an erect and very hard clit, we both began to thrash wildly against each other as our bodies convulsed in orgasm. The men never took their eyes off of us. By the time we were both having repeated climaxes, they were all iron hard and more than ready to start the party again.



I was abruptly lifted off Bev’s body by Sam and Len who had their hands all over me and in me. Len draped me over his shoulder with my head halfway down his back. I wrapped my hand around Sam’s cock, and felt Blake’s fingers sink into my ass as they carried me toward the bedroom. Just before we left the room, I saw Trace and Carl enter Bev’s cunt and assholes as they double fucked her in doggie position.

By 4 AM, I had been double and tripled fucked by various combinations of the six studs in every imaginable position. I must have had 15 or more orgasms. Toward the end of the evening, they were taking turns screwing us one at a time. Before the party ended, each man had ejaculated in one of my holes at least once, and most put two loads into me.

Twice during the night Marc woke up and babbled something. Once he even asked if I was being fucked. When I said yes, he asked if his cock was larger than his. “It’s a lot bigger than yours, Honey. He’s huge, and all of it is buried inside your wife’s pussy.” Marc just nodded and went back to sleep.


After 4 AM, neither Beverly nor I or both of us working together could get any of the men hard again. They were all exhausted… totally used up.

“Is that it?” I shouted. “You’re done already?”

“They’re useless,” Bev confirmed. “I can’t get any response from a single dick. They’re all like limp overcooked spaghetti. Shit! What a bummer!”

“Mel is out of town, Bev. So why don’t you spend the night. We can do each other so we won’t have to masturbate. That’s a lot better than nothing.”

“Enough! Enough!” Trace moaned. “We surrender. You don’t have rub salt in our wounds. You win.”

The men all got dressed while we masturbated each other. “We’ll call you sometime next week after we recover,” Trace said at they were leaving.

“Next time bring more guys!” I shouted at them before the door closed.

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Epilog:

As Trace had predicted, the next morning Marc remembered nothing after 8:30 PM of the previous evening.

“I can’t believe I drank that much. I’ve never been so ***** in my life. I’m really sorry, Honey. Did I mess up the entire business deal?”

“Not at all. In fact, I think Trace and Carl liked the fact that they could hold their liquor better than you. Sort of a macho, one-up type of thing. They helped me get you to bed and then left. They said they would be by the bank on Monday to sign the papers.”

“Thank you for handling the situation so well, Debbye. Next time, I promise not to drink so much.”

“I don’t think you should do that, Honey. Trace and Carl really seemed pleased that you were one of the guys, so to speak, instead of being a stuffy banker type. Are you going to invite them over again?”

“Sure. As much as they helped me at the bank, how could I not. Right after dinner, Trace invited us over to his place next Saturday night. Would you like to go?”

“Of course, I’m sure we’ll have a good time.”

“You know, this could be the beginning of a long friendship.”

“That would be very nice, Darling. Really very, very nice.”

“Oh. I forgot to mention. Trace said they were also inviting Beverly and Mel Johnson. That’s sort of surprising that we have that couple as mutual friends, don’t you think?”

“I guess so. But in a car dealership, I suppose you get to know a lot of people.”

“Yeah. I suppose so. Does Mel drink? Do you think he will get as ***** as I did last night?”

“I’m pretty certain he will, Honey.” I was also certain that Marc would also get dead ***** as well, but I thought it best not to make that prediction.

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