Allison's Dates

Allison's Dates

by RLM

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The Announcement

Conrad finished dinner and was now sitting in his usual location in front of the TV looking through the program schedule for the evening to find the programs he wanted to watch that evening. He hardly looked at me as I fixed his favorite drink at our wet bar, bourbon and water on the rocks. When I set it in front of him, he looked up, startled.

"Why the drink, Allison? I can't remember the last time I had a drink after dinner."

"I thought you might need it. We need to talk, Conrad. Put the damn TV guide down."

My husband's surprised look gradually changed one that was a mixture of shock and confusion when he saw how I was dressed. "Why are you dressed like that, Allison. My god! Your tits are practically falling out of your dress, and your legs are totally *******. Hell! I can almost see your panties! Where did you get that dress anyway?"

"You certainly know how to pile one question on top of another, Conrad. I bought the dress at Victoria's Secret this afternoon. My tits are almost falling out because I'm not wearing a bra, and my legs are ******* because the dress just barely covers my ass. I would have thought it would turn you on... not make you mad. Oh well, I guess I'm not surprised. As to your question about why I'm dressed like this, we'll get to that in a bit. Right now, it's my turn."

"Your turn for what?"

"To ask questions and hopefully get some real answers."

"I don't really understand what this is all about, Allison."

"You will... just be patient. Tell me, Conrad, have you been 100% faithful for the six years we've been married?"

"Of course! What in the hell ever gave you the idea that I've been cheating on you?"

"Nothing. I don't have such an idea... just checking. Of course, I wouldn't expect you to admit it if you have been sampling some other pussy from time to time. But we'll that pass. Now, before we were married, how many different women did you fuck?"

"Why in hell are you asking questions like that? That's ancient history, and besides, I don't ask you how many men got into your pussy before we were married."

"No you haven't. Would you like to? Haven't you always been curious? In any case, I want an answer to my question. How many different women did you have before we were married?"

"I didn't count."

"Bull shit! Men and women always count those things unless the number is so huge it doesn't matter. Now which is it? So big it doesn't matter? If not, then how many?"

"Either 17 or 18... it depends."

"On what?"

"I met a girl at a party one evening. She was having her period so we did anal sex. If that counts, then it's 18... if not, then it's 17."

I started laughing. "Maybe we should consult a sex therapist to see if fucking a woman in her ass qualifies her to be on your list of conquests." Conrad started laughing with me.

"Ok... Ok. Point made. So it's 18."

"So you've screwed 18 different pussies... how many times would you say you fucked them?"

"Now I really didn't keep track of that. No one keeps track of that unless they keep a diary or the number is so low, it's easy to remember. I've never kept a diary and the number isn't low."

"Fair enough... so estimate... how many times?"

"Hell, I don't know. Maybe a hundred or more times. I really have no accurate idea. Are you angry? I didn't even know you then."

"No, I'm not angry. Thank you for your truthful answers."

"You're welcome. Now it's your turn. How many guys got into your pussy before we were married?"

"One. And he was only in me one time."

"Bull shit! You were hot as fire when we first fucked."

"Of course I was. You were the first real man I had ever had... the first real sex I had ever had. I was 20 years old and essentially a virgin. The one guy who had screwed me was a guy on the football team. He got me dead ***** at a party, and when I was nearly unconscious with all the liquor, he fucked me. I remember lying there thinking about how much it hurt and how I wished he would stop. I didn't even come close to an orgasm."

"Not a very good experience. I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't... how could you?"

"So what's the point of this discussion anyway, Allison?"

"The point is that you've experienced 18 different women, 19 counting me, and I've never known anyone except you. That son-of-a-bitch in high school doesn't count. That was essentially ****. I have no idea what it might be like to have real sex with another man, whereas you know very well what it's like to be with other women. You played the field and made your selection. I never had that chance."

"So?"

"So, I want to start dating other men... No, that's not right. I'm going to start dating other men."

"Whether I like it or not?"

"Yes... whether you like it or not."

"Don't I satisfy you?"

"I usually have orgasms when you fuck me, if that's what you're asking, but I have no way of knowing whether what I have with you is great, or good, or average, below average, or very poor. I'm 26 years old, and I've only experienced one man's cock. Maybe you're the greatest lover on the planet... I don't know. Wouldn't you like to know that I'm with you because I’ve sampled the field and decided you're the one I want for the rest of my life?"

"Hell NO!" my husband shouted.

"I'm not surprised you feel that way, Conrad. It's a typical male reaction. I'm essentially your property and have no right to find out what else is out there. But it doesn't matter. I'm going to start dating other men until I've found out what is out there and how good, or how bad, it is."

"And I don't anything to say about this?"

"Of course you have something to say about it, but you don't have veto power. What you do have is a lot of choices about how all of this will happen."

"What choices? So far, all you've done is give me an ultimatum."

"I'm sorry about that, but frankly, I couldn't think of any other way to get this done. It was certain that if I just asked for permission to date other men, you were going to refuse. Since refusal isn't acceptable to me, an ultimatum was the only choice. However, you do have a lot of choices."

"Such as what?" Conrad growled at me.

"I'm getting to that. First of all, let me tell what the default position is if you refuse to make any decisions... just decide to stonewall me, so to speak."

"This is all bull shit!"

"Bull shit to you, I'm sure, but absolutely necessary for me. Now do you want to hear about your choices and the default position or not. If not, this conversation is over, and I'll be on my way."

"On your way?"

"Yeah... on my way to my first date. That's why I'm wearing this hot dress."

"With whom? For what?"

"Sorry, Honey. That's not the default position, and you haven't made any other choices. Do you want to hear them or do you just prefer to keep screaming 'Bull shit' at me as I walk out the door?"

Conrad seemed to sag as he sat back on the couch and took a big swallow of his bourbon and water. "All right ... tell me. What choices do I have?"

"First, you can give me permission or you can refuse. If you agree to allow me to date, your choices are as follows:

"First, I tell you when I'm going to be gone and give you an estimate of when I will be back, but that's all the information you will have. I promise not to embarrass you in public or make you listen to all the details of the sex I will be having with the men I date. We will continue to live together as we always have. When I'm not out on a date, and you're interested, we'll make love or fuck as often as you want and in any way you like. By the way, that's the default position if you refuse to make any other decision.

"What do you mean you'll give me an estimate of when you'll be back?"

"Oh come on, Conrad. You know what I mean. Remember how you sometimes wanted to fuck me all night long? Well, I'm sure, on occasion, I'll be gone a lot longer than I anticipated. Shall I go on or not?" When Conrad nodded, I continued.

"Second, I tell you when I'm going to be gone and give you an estimate of when I will be back, and when I return, I'll tell you anything and everything about my date that you'd like to know. If it turns you on, we can fuck while I describe all the hot sex I had with the guy or guys."

"Guys? You're sitting there blatantly telling me that you're going to have sex with multiple partners at the same time?"

"Did you ever fuck two or more women at a party or on a date?"

"Shit! Go on," my husband grumbled.

"Third, I tell you when I'm going to be gone and give you an estimate of when I will be back. We continue to live together, but we don't have sex and we don't make love until I'm satisfied that I now know what else is available. Then, we sit down and discuss our future together, if any."

"Fourth, I tell you when I'm going to be gone and give you an estimate of when I will be back, and when I'm gone, you're free to date and fuck other women. Under this option, we still have sex together and either tell each other about our sexual adventures or keep them secret, it's your choice."

"Is that it?"

"No. Under no conditions will be swinging together... at least not until I've sampled the field. After that, if we stay together, swinging is a definite option. I think that covers your choices if you allow me to date."

"What if I absolutely refuse?"

"In that case, you have two options. The first, of course, is divorce. Since this is a "no fault" state, we try to agree on an equitable distribution of our financial resources and property and then file for a 'no contest' divorce. This will be the easiest and the cheapest for both of us. Or you can get a lawyer, I'll get a lawyer, and they can fight it out with only the lawyers winning while we both lose."

"Your second option is a separation. One of us, I really don't care who, moves out, and we live separate lives but stay married. I fuck other men... you fuck other women... whatever you wish. After I've sampled the field sufficiently, we can sit down and discuss a possible future for us or we can get a divorce. In this case, you will get absolutely no information about whom I'm seeing, when I'm seeing them, how often I'm seeing them, how they're fucking me... absolutely nothing."

"So that's it, Honey. So what's it going to be?... Oh, wait a moment. That's my cell." I looked at Caller ID and saw it was from Martin. "It's my date for tonight. Just a sec." I loved the expression in my husband's face as I spoke to my date.

"Hi, Honey.... Oh yes, we're definitely a go for tonight. I'm speaking with my husband right now. I'll call you back before I leave the house."

I giggled, "I know you're anxious, Baby. I promise to make it up to you.... Ok. I'll call you back as soon as my husband decides. Bye."

"Who was that?" my husband demanded to know.

"I told you, my date for tonight. His name is Martin and that's all I'm going to tell you. So do you want to make a decision now or just take the default position until you're ready to decide."

"What happens if I take the default position?"

"Just what I said. I'll be going out tonight, Honey. My guess is that I'll be home around 2 AM or maybe 3 AM. When I do come home, if you want to have sex, I'll shower first or not... your choice. Afterwards, we'll go to sleep and do what we normally do every day. I won't tell you a single thing about my date. So what's it going to be? I need to call Martin back... so decide now or take the default position."

"There's no fucking way I'm going live with a woman who's cheating on me!"

"First, I'm not cheating. I'm telling you up front... no sneaking around. I don't want to cheat. That's why I did it this way. Second, does that statement mean you're choosing divorce or separation? If so, I won't be home tonight or in the morning. I'll call you tomorrow and we can sort out the arrangements for either the divorce or the separation."

"You're really going to do this? For real? This isn't some type of practical joke?"

"Come over here, Honey." Conrad got up and came over to the couch on which I was still sitting. When he was standing beside me, I spread my legs wide open so he could see the soaking crotch of my panties. Slowly, I slid my finger up and down the crotch band right over my sex trench.

"See how wet this whole thing has me, Honey. My pussy is just soaked thinking about having a new cock up my cunt for only the second time in entire life. Get closer, Conrad. Just look at how open my pussy is." I pulled the crotch band aside and began sensuously rubbing my clit and sliding my fingers into my soaked hole.

"Oh god... this feels so fucking good, but no where nearly as good as Martin's cock is going to feel. Now do you believe I'm serious? I hope so because it's going to start happening tonight. So what's your decision, Honey? I suggest you take the default position for tonight to give yourself time to think. You really need to let your big head make this choice... not your little head."



"All right! ALL RIGHT! Enough already! Cover your cunt, you bitch. I'll take the default position tonight."

"Good choice, Honey. Good choice." Picking up my cell, I hit the quick dial. Martin answered on the first ring. "We're green to go, Stud. I'll meet you where we agreed as soon as I can get there."

Pulling my panties back into position, I stood and pulled my short dress down as much as possible. "Feel free to go out and fuck a hot woman if you like, Honey. I'll try to be home around 2 AM. Oh... and by the way, don't even consider following me. That is NOT one of your options."

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First Date:

I grinned with pleasure when I saw my husband peeking between the drapes as I backed out of our driveway. I was so turned on ... so fucking hot... I felt like I might have an orgasm before I even met Martin. It was a 20-minute drive in traffic to the restaurant where I was to meet him. On the way I couldn’t stop rubbing my pussy and clit. As my clit throbbed beneath my fingers, I reflected on how this all started when Kristin called me that fateful day. I could still remember our conversation and what happened almost word for word.

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Conrad was attending a two-day seminar on the new drugs that were about to be released by his pharmaceutical company, and as a division sales manager, he needed to be there. That left me with two evenings alone since we had decided to postpone having a ****** until we were financially well established.

Around noon of the day Conrad had left, Kristin Shepard called me. Kristin is not only one of my best friends, she's also married but has no children, just like me. So we fit together very well. I wondered what she had in mind as soon as I heard her voice.

"Hi there. It's Kristin."

"I know. Recognize your voice easily. What's up?"

"That's what I'm calling about. I just learned that you're alone for two whole days. Ralph went off with his buddies for a fishing trip so I'm also free as a bird. Have you already made plans?"

"Nope. Not a thing. I'll probably end up just watching TV or reading a book."

"Yuk! That's what a wife does when her husband is around. When he's away... well, I don't think either of us want to waste time reading books or watching TV. Agreed?"

"Agreed. So what do you have in mind?"

"Let's meet at Luigi's for lunch and talk about it."

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As usual, the salad and soup at Luigi's were perfect. We finished the meal with coffee and split a dessert that was equally delicious. As we finished up the last bites, Kristin said, "Ok, let's get down to it. Normally, I would be using this time while Ralph is out of town to see my lover. Unfortunately, his wife is making him attend a ****** wedding. How about you? Have you already set something up with your lover or are you free?"

I wasn't shocked, but I was surprised that Kristin thought I had a lover. After all, I knew that many, if not most, of the other wives had something going on the side. "I'm free, Kristin, for the simple reason that I don't have a lover. Never have had one, in fact."

It was Kristin's turn to be surprised. In her case, she actually looked shocked. "You've got to be kidding me, right? I mean, what is it? Six years of marriage to Conrad and you're still faithful??"

"Yep... true and blue... all the way."

"Jezzz... I'm surprised... no, that's not accurate. Actually, I'm amazed."

"Why? A lot of women are faithful to their husbands. It's no big deal. It's not as if I'm a paragon of virtue or something like that."

"Well, considering the fact that you're married to Conrad, I would probably differ with that."

"Why do you say that, Kristin? What's wrong with Conrad?"

"Nothing's 'wrong' with Conrad. He just seems very conservative to me rather than impetuous and wild ... you know, the sort of guy who really lights a woman's fires."

"I don't know about that," I responded. I've always found him to be very considerate in bed, and I usually have an orgasm when we make love."

Kristin shrugged and said, "I'm sure you do, but come on, Allison. How does he compare to the lovers you had before you married him?"

Now I hesitated, but not being able to think of any satisfactory response to her question, I just fell back on the truth. "I never had any other lovers before Conrad. I wasn't a virgin on my wedding night because an asshole football player got me dead ***** at a party when I was a junior in high school. When I was nearly unconscious, he fucked me. He was really rough, and all I can remember is the pain and the bleeding. He didn't even use a condom. It was a miracle that I didn't get pregnant. Anyway, I don't even count that episode as having had sex. In my mind, the guy essentially ***** me."

"Oh my god... that's just awful. And because of that bastard, you never had sex with any other man until you met Conrad, and his is the only cock you've ever had?"

"That's about it. Anyway, what did you mean about being amazed that I haven't taken a lover since I've been married to Conrad? It's not that weird."

"Actually, it is, Allison. You just said that when you have sex with Conrad you usually... not always, but usually... have AN orgasm. One orgasm... never two or three or four or so many you lose count. Just an orgasm... usually. Obviously Conrad is an adequate lover ... better than a lot of guys, but not even close to some of the others. But since you've had no experience with what's out there, you don't realize that. You really need to spread your wings and find out, Allison. Oh hell, I guess I should say your really need to spread your legs."

We both had a good laugh at that remark, but when our laughter died out, I replied, after a little thought, "I don't think I could bring myself to cheat, Kristin. That's just not me."

"Well, then you probably need to make some kind of arrangement with Conrad... an open marriage or something... otherwise, you're going to go to your grave never, ever knowing how much fun and how exciting it is to be a beautiful, desirable woman. My god, Allison, don't you know that 95% of all the men who see you want to fuck your brains out. I'm telling you, Honey, some of the guys out there can ring your bell ten times a night and make you beg for more. You have no idea how fantastic that is."

"Do you mind if I ask how many lovers you've had?"

"Not at all. So far, I've had nine. My present lover, Allen, gets me off more times than I can count every time he fucks me."

"Oh my! I don't think I've ever had more than two, and I can only remember having two a couple of times."

"Listen, Allison, we have two nights before our guys come home. Let's go out and see if we can't both get laid. Just put yourself in my hands, and I'm pretty sure you'll be one very well-fucked woman by the time Conrad returns."

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I had to grin when I remembered the rest of that day. Kristin took me to Victoria's where I selected a very short, yellow skirt that just barely covered my ass, a pair black, four-inch heels, some beige, thigh-high stockings, and a tight blouse. Kristin admonished me several times to be certain to leave at least two buttons open so that my tits would show.

That night, we went to an after hours club where Kristin told me she had never failed to score when her husband was out of town. Her prediction was quickly verified when two real hunks asked us to dance.

Jim was a sexy black stud with an awesome physique. He couldn't take his eyes off Kristin. Barry seemed really taken with me. When we danced, I couldn't believe how powerful his body was... there were muscles bulging every where. His face was rugged, handsome... his overall appearance just oozed virility. And when I felt the bulge of his erection pressed against me as we danced, it was obvious this hot stud was seriously hung. It this was an example of what was out there, I couldn't wait to do even more investigation.

After an hour of dancing and having our asses stroked and feeling those big cocks grinding into our pussies, both Kristin and I were more than ready to go somewhere more private to continue the party. Jim had suggested his place since his wife was out of town visiting her sister. No one objected, and we had hurried to his car. I sat in the back seat with Barry while Kristin snuggled against Jim in the front.

We had hardly gotten out of the parking lot when Barry pulled me into his powerful arms and kissed me... hard and deep... his tongue probing and thrusting. As his tongue fucked my mouth, his hand was busy at the bodice of my blouse. I had left two buttons open as Kristin had ordered. Barry quickly opened four more and had both of my tits out. Even though the only lighting was from the passing street lights, there was enough for him to see that they were big. He loved it and so did I.

As Barry's mouth sucked my nipples making them pulse and my pussy throb, I noticed that Kristin's body was sliding lower and lower in the front seat. She was moaning as loudly as I was. Obviously, Jim was either finger fucking her or rubbing her clit... probably both.

I hadn't kissed a man other than my husband in over six years, and only my husband and one other boyfriend had ever played with my naked tits. Here I was doing both and loving every second of it. I knew I should be ashamed, but all I felt was a wild excitement. When Barry's hand moved under my short skirt and began rubbing my clit while continuing to kiss me, I had my first orgasm.

As soon as we got to Jim's place, I quickly buttoned my blouse enough to avoid embarrassment if we passed anyone on the way into his apartment. When we were inside, I planted my heel on a large ottoman, which ******* my legs almost up to my panties, and again opened my blouse. I remembered saying, "See anything you like, Barry?"

"Oh hell yes," he had said. "I want those big jugs out, that tiny skirt up around your waist, and your panties pulled aside, or better yet, off."

"Turn about is fair play," I had responded. "You've already seen a lot of me. I want to see you. Get out of those clothes, Stud. I've felt your big muscles... now I want to see them and your big cock too."

He had smiled... then he laughed. Finally, he began undressing... slowly... almost like he was doing an erotic strip tease for my benefit. The more he took off, the harder my pussy throbbed. When he was naked, I just couldn't believe how gorgeous his body and his big, hard cock were. I realized he was watching me rub my pussy as I stared at him and his cock. I should have been embarrassed. Instead, I was hot and horny. When I pushed two fingers into my vagina, his cock jerked and throbbed into an absolutely rigid shaft that extended straight up his belly what looked 7 or 8 inches. When I began to finger fuck myself, he got even harder until it looked more like a thick cylinder of steel rather than a penis.

He asked me, "How long has it been since you had a cock this big?" His cock pulsed as he asked me the question.

"Never," I had replied. "In fact, when you fuck me with that thing, it will be only the second one I've ever had."

That had both amazed and excited Barry. His cock seemed to grow even larger. "Come on, Allison. That's too fucking long for a beautiful woman to go without having a new cock up her gorgeous pussy."

"I want to suck you first," I had moaned.

"Oh hell yes!" In less than a few minutes, Barry had me on my back on the ottoman with my tits sticking straight up and my head hanging over the edge sucking his huge dick as he shoved it in and out of me. I can still remember that huge shaft sinking into my throat. I had never felt anything like it. Every time he thrust his cock down my throat, my cunt contracted in a hard spasm. By the time he had it buried in my throat, I had slotted my panties in my sex trench and was furiously rubbing my engorged clitoris.

I had been certain that he would shoot his first load down my throat, but the sight of my big tits jerking back and forth turned him on so much, he wanted to tit fuck me. It had been my first tit fuck.

Barry did it to me while I lay on the ottoman, kneeling over my head, his balls swinging back and forth right over my face as his big dick thrust between my tits. I had pressed them together as I licked his balls. Just before he shot off, he reached between my thighs and pulled my panties aside telling me that it was my turn next.

It only took him a couple of minutes before I felt his cock jerk and throb against my tits. Then his load shot out in thick spurts absolutely drenching my chest, belly, and thighs. Some of his semen that had landed just above my clit trickled downward between the lips of my pussy coating my clitoris.

I had been so hot at that point that I begged Barry to fuck me... the first time I had ever begged a man for it. "Don't worry, Beautiful, I'm going to fuck your sexy brains out, but first I'm going to lick that luscious pussy."

Barry made quick work of both my yellow skirt and panties, tossing them aside once he had them off. He pushed me backwards, shoved my legs apart, and pressed his mouth against my pussy. His tongue found my clit almost immediately, and an instant later, I was screaming in another orgasm... this one much more powerful than my first one in the car.

I could still remember... almost feel... that hot tongue lapping my pussy... sliding up and down the entire length of my sex trench and then circling my engorged, pulsing clitoris. When he sucked it inside his mouth and lashed it with his tongue, I had come for a third time ... babbling and squealing, my pussy thrusting wildly against his face. I howled... oh god how I had howled. That magnificent stud licked and sucked me through still another orgasm before he moved away and watched me quivering and shuddering on the ottoman. I had kept my legs open so he could see my vagina opening and closing in the aftermath of the intense climax he had given me.

He didn't even ask me if I was ready to fuck... he had just informed me that he was going to fuck me. I had almost come again when he said it. Barry pulled me to feet and said, "Look at Jim fucking your friend... think she's enjoying it?" With Kristin wailing every time that big black cock slammed into her cunt, it was obvious how much she was enjoying it. I had begged Barry to take me to the bedroom and fuck me like that.



We had just started toward the bedroom, when the front door opened and Jim's wife entered. She first saw Barry leading me toward the bedroom with his hand on my naked ass. Then she heard Kristin screaming in another orgasm. When she looked toward the couch, she was treated to the hot sight of her husband ramming his cock in and out of Kristin's cunt as her legs flailed and jerked high in the air.

After that, there was a lot of screaming and yelling. That was followed by Jim's wife throwing anything she could get her hands on at Jim. In the melee, I hurriedly pulled on my skirt and blouse while Kristin slipped into her sheathe. Neither of us bothered with our panties. We were both holding our heels and purses as we ran from the apartment leaving the screaming chaos behind.

I had followed Kristen into the lobby of an adjacent apartment building where she called us a cab on her cell phone. About 40 minutes later, we were back in Kristin's car in the parking lot of the club. All the way home, we laughed about the evening and told each other what we had done with our studs and what they had done to us.

As we pulled into my driveway, Kristin said, "Well, shit. You still haven't had a new cock up that hot pussy of yours, Allison. We'll try again tomorrow night."

I had refused saying that I really didn't want to cheat. That episode at Jim's had convinced me that while I wanted to see what else was out there, it had to be some other way than sneaking around and cheating. After considerable thought, I had decided to just lay it out in front of my husband and let him decide what he wanted to do. Whatever he decided, I was certain that my pussy was going to be enjoying a new cock tonight.

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Martin was waiting for me at the entrance to the restaurant. As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up with a mixture of pride and hot lust. When I was close enough, he circled my body with his arms and kissed me passionately. As our lips parted, he stared openly into the depths of my cleavage. "God! You have awesome tits. Are you wearing a bra?"

"I'm glad you like them, Honey, but I'm surprised that you don't know how to find out if a woman is wearing a bra or not." I pulled my shoulders back a little thrusting my tits at him. Without the slightest hesitation, Martin lowered the straps of my dress, slipped his hands inside, and removed both of my tits right in front of the restaurant. Several men turned to watch as he hefted my tits and stroked my hard nipples.

'Oooohhh... Martin. They're all watching," I whispered.

"Of course. Every man wants to see huge, beautiful tits like yours. I like the fact that they're naked under your dress... no bra. Don't ever wear one when we meet. Now turn and face those guys so they can get a really good look at your big tits.”

As I turned toward the leering men, I felt hard tremors pulsing through my vagina wetting not only my pussy but my thighs as well.

“Cup your tits, Allison, and pull your shoulders back,” Martin whispered in my ear.

“What a gorgeous rack!” one of the men commented causing my clit as well as my pussy to throb.

“Shall we go inside?" Martin asked.

"Can I put my tits back inside my dress?"

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As soon as we were seated, Martin dropped his hand beneath the table. I couldn't suppress a soft moan when his hand touched my thigh, then moved under my dress and slid higher until his fingertips were touching my mound. He exerted gentle pressure on my thighs letting me know that he wanted me to spread my legs. I was already too hot to resist.

His hand moved between my thighs onto the thin material of my panties. Slowly, tantalizingly, his fingers stroked my pussy and clit. When the waiter approached to take our order, his hand continued to move over my erect clitoris. Even as we placed our orders, his finger stroked and squeezed me until my clit felt swollen and about to burst. I had to grit my teeth to hold back a cry of hot passion.

The waiter stared openly down my cleavage as my body squirmed and undulated. When Martin’s fingers moved directly over my clitoris and began to rub it in tantalizing circles, my mouth automatically opened as I emitted a deep groan. The waiter’s eyes immediately moved lower so that he was now staring at Martin’s hand moving between my thighs.

“I’ll order for both of us,” Martin said to the waiter. “She’s too close to cumming to being able to think about food.”

At this point my hips rose off of the chair and began to grind against Martin’s probing fingers. As Martin placed our orders, the waiter moved right beside me to get a better view. I couldn’t suppress the short gasps that escaped my lips as I got closer and closer to an orgasm. Although the waiter did write down Martin’s food order, his eyes remained focused on my open thighs.

When the waiter finally moved away, his rigid cock tented his pants. Martin leaned closer and whispered, "Spread wider... open yourself!" When I did, his fingers slipped beneath my panties and into the wetness of my slit. Quickly, they again located my throbbing clit and began rubbing it sensuous circles. It only took a few strokes before it exploded in hard contractions. Even when I was cumming, Martin didn't stop. Two of his fingers worked their way into my vagina and began sliding sensuously over my G-spot bringing repeated groans of pleasure from me.

"Take off your panties." Martin whispered to me. "Take them off and lay them on the table." My vagina throbbed hotly in response to his obscene, but exciting demand. “Make certain you keep your legs open and your skirt up around your hips so our waiter can see your cunt when he returns with our dinner.”

With only a slight hesitation, I reached under the table and after some tugging squirming, managed to slide my panties from under me, down my legs and over my heels. By the time I straightened in my chair with my wet panties in hand, at least six men and some women were watching me. The man at the next table licked his lips as he watched me spread my panties out on the table.

Martin was leering at me with open lust. Once again, his hand moved beneath the table to my pussy. I spread without being told. When his fingers plunged inside, my hips rose off the chair seat to meet them. The man at the next table was staring between my gaping thighs as Martin finger fucked me. He squeezed his erection. I was hoping he would shoot off in his pants. I spread even wider so he could see everything. I felt like a complete, depraved slut, but I was loving every second of it.

Martin added a third finger and pumped all three deep inside my trembling vagina. When his thumb circled and stroked my engorged, throbbing clit, my climax erupted. I heard myself whimper with the intensity of the feeling. My body began to shudder just as the waiter returned with our orders. As he approached the table, he could see Martin's hand moving and my body shaking. He didn't need an IQ of 160 to figure out that Martin's fingers were inside my cunt. When he placed my plate in front of me, he was staring directly between my open thighs. Without any hesitation, I leaned back in my chair and arched my hips so he got an even better view.

When we had finished eating, and Martin was waiting for the check, he whispered in my ear, "I'm sure the man at the next table who watched you climax would also love to see your big tits up close. Why don't you stop by his table and show them to him on the way out? Take your time. I'll get my car and wait for you right outside the restaurant."

"What if he wants more?"

"I can wait."

"Oh god!"

Once again, the waiter spent time looking down my cleavage when he brought the check. He did it again when he returned with the credit card receipt for Martin to sign. I kept my shoulders pulled back and my legs open both times as an additional tip to him. After signing the receipt, Martin said, "I'll be waiting in my car. You can follow me in yours."

As Martin walked away, I turned in my chair to face the man at the next table. Smiling, I crossed my legs allowing my skirt to slide high on my thighs. He smiled back, licked his lips, and stared at my ******* legs. After I had his full attention, I uncrossed my legs and let him gaze at my bare cunt. His hand moved to his crotch and began slowly squeezing and stroking his erection.

Standing up, I approached the man's table and leaned over it enough to allow him to easily see my hard nipples and most of my tits. "I'm Allison, and these are my panties that you watched me remove. My date's waiting for me so I don't have much time. My cell phone number is written on the crotch of my panties. If you're interested, give me call. My pussy is very wet, but it’s also very tight. I Hope you enjoyed the show."

"Oh I did... a lot. In fact, I'm still enjoying it. You have a gorgeous body. Are you a professional?"

"Thank you," I said with a smile, "and no, I'm not a professional. Just a housewife who's never had anyone except her husband."

"I take it that your date is your husband?"

"No, he's not."

"But you just said..."

I interrupted and finished the sentence for him. "that I've never had any man but my husband. And that's very true, but in about an hour or so from now, I'm pretty certain that my date will become man number two."

"Lucky man."

"Thank you again. Got to go." I smiled and left him with his hard problem. I knew I had been a cocktease, but I loved it!

Martin was in his car waiting for me when I left the restaurant. I followed him to the Marriott Inn and parked beside him. "Would you like to get a drink and dance a little or go to our room?" he asked when I joined him.

"I'm so hot, I can't wait any longer. Would you mind if we skip the drinks and dancing and go to our room?"

Martin grinned like a kid on his birthday. "You know I wouldn't mind." He took my arm and led me toward the elevators. On the way, he asked, "Would you mind telling me how I managed to get so lucky. I'm not all that handsome.?

"One of my friends told me you have a big cock and are a fantastic lay... that's more important that being Hollywood handsome. Now you tell me... do you have a big cock and are you a good lay?"

"Eight inches, very thick, and iron hard. Around 1 AM or so you can decide for yourself if I'm a good lay."

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When we inside the elevator, Martin lowered my dress down to my waist ******** both of my tits. Hefting first one and then the other, he pulled me close and sucked each of my nipples.

"Ohhhhh yes, Martin... suck my nipples… hard. MMmmmmm... that makes my pussy throb when you bite my nipples... aaaahhh... aaahhhh... aaahhh. Oh shit! Feel my cunt. Feel how wet you have me.”

Yanking my dress up around my waist, he sank two fingers inside my throbbing sex channel. When he sucked my nipples even harder, my pussy contracted in hard spasms around his probing fingers...

"Ooohh fuckkk... you're making me cum... aaahhhhh... hot bastard... do me... do it to meeeeeeeee! Finger fuck my married cunt, Lover. OOOHHH Yes! I’m going crazy on your fingers….do meeeee!”

He was still sucking my nipples and finger fucking me when the elevator doors opened. My body was shaking... partially because my climax had not yet finished, partially out of erotic anticipation that someone would see us, and finally because I wanted other men to see him doing it to me. Unfortunately, the hallway was empty as he led me toward our room with my tits bouncing and his fingers inside my ass.

As soon as we were inside our hotel room, I was on my knees in front of Martin unzipping his pants. My hands were shaking so hard, he had to help me get his pants open. Then, suddenly, his cock was out and jerking in front of me. Just as Kristin had promised, Martin was hung... maybe an inch and a half longer than Conrad and much thicker and much much harder. It felt like iron rebar throbbing in my hand.

"Ooohhh... it is big," I hissed. "really big and thick! And so fucking HARD! Oh gawd… so damn hard!”

"Thanks, but it's not all that big... but it's more than enough to make you cum a dozen or more times tonight, Allison."

I started shaking again at the thought of having a dozen orgasms on Martin's big shaft. I shook even harder when I ran my tongue up the length of his cock and felt it jerk hard in my hand in response. I did it two more times... each time being rewarded with a hard spastic contraction of Martin's big dick. When I took it inside my mouth, he groaned. His hips snapped forward burying his organ down my throat.

"Ooommmmppffff"

"Too big for your throat?" he asked withdrawing his shaft.

"It bigger than my husband's that's for certain, but give me a moment to get used to it, Honey. Put it back in." I opened my mouth in invitation, and a moment later, Martin filled it full. He pulled back and filled it again... and then again. The fourth time, he pushed it into my throat. I gagged a bit... he held my head in place. When my gag reflex abated, he pushed it further down my throat. I loved it! My cunt throbbed and pulsed as he pushed deeper into my throat.

"Oommppfff.... uugghhh!"

"The best way to 'get used to it', Allison is to suck it all. Take it!" I did. After two minutes I was taking his entire shaft down my throat on every thrust.

Pulling off his throbbing dick, I hissed, "Get on the couch, Honey... on your back so you can pump my mouth better. Hurry." He followed instructions... what man wouldn't? Getting on my knees beside him, I bent over his big thrusting organ and licked him from his balls all the way up to his cock ridge, which I circled several times, and over the swollen, throbbing head.

Finally, I rammed my mouth down his dick and took it into my throat until my lips were locked around the base of his shaft. He held my head and mouth fucked me... hard... fast.... and balls deep on every stroke. He managed to last five minutes before his load blasted down my throat and pooled in my belly. Not a drop escaped my lips.

When the sensation of my lips moving on his dick became too intense, he pulled it out and lay on the couch gasping for breath. I slowly tongued his balls while he sucked needed oxygen into his lungs.

"Oh fuck! I can't believe that I'm only the second man you've ever sucked off. That was fantastic. If you fuck as good as you suck, Allison, you're gonna have men lining up."

"That's the idea, Lover." Reclining on the couch, I allowed my legs to spread wide open. "Make me cum, Lover. Then watch my pussy and clit contract and throb. I'll keep cumming as long you lick and suck my clit, Baby. Come on, do it to me."

"I love to suck pussy, Honey. You aren't gonna believe how many times I make you cum before I fuck you."

"Promises... promises. Do it to me!"

Martin moved his face between my thighs and pressed his lips against my opening. His tongue stabbed into me as his lips sucked my labia and his nose slid deliciously over my swollen clitoris. In less than a minute, he had me bucking wildly against his mouth. My hands captured my bouncing tits and squeezed hard... twisting the nipples bringing groans of mixed pleasure/pain from my lips.

Pulling back from my throbbing hole, Martin asked, "Want more?"

"Yeesssssssss... more... more... more... don't stop... don't you dare stop!"

As soon as I had answered, his tongue stabbed into my vagina at the same time as two fingers pried my anus open and entered my bottom.

"OOOohhhh unnghhh... fuckkk ... you're fucking my asssssssss... harder... HARDER! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" I screamed as the climax hit me shaking my entire body. Right in the middle of the hard spasms wracking my body, Martin moved his tongue up to my pulsing clitoris. He lashed it... I howled with delight... then he sucked it inside his mouth and squeezed it with his lips. I came again.

When he began sliding his tongue over the sensitive tip of my clit and then up and down the shaft, I exploded into a hard series of climaxes. Three fingers were now plunging in and out of my ass. My eyes were clenched shut so tightly I couldn't possibly open them. All I could do was scream and howl as the orgasms flooded through me.

"Fucking time, you hot Bitch. Are you ready to take another cock besides your husband's?"

"STICK IT IN MEEEEEEEEE... FUCK MY CUNT... FUCK MY ASS... MAKE ME CUM... GIVE IT TO ME!! I shouted totally out of control with fuck lust.

Martin shoved my legs high in the air, wedged his hips into my sex saddle ensuring that my legs stayed wide open. His cock was iron-hard again. His powerful hips snapped forward driving his sex spike deep into my soaked cunt. All eight inches of dick raced down my channel and thudded hard against my cervix.

"GGGHHHHHAAAA... ooohhhh fuck yes! You're fucking meeeeeeeeee.... Your big cock is in my cunt.... fucking meeeeeeeeeee... screw me, Darling... fuck me hard!"

Martin pulled his cock out of me until only the big head remained inside my throbbing hole. He held it there driving me into a frenzy of need.

"Please... don't stop... you Bastard! Fuck Me! OOOohhhhh god... Please... don't torture me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck meeeeeee!" I howled.

"Like this?" Martin rammed his dick back into my hole balls deep and thrust two fingers up my ass at the same time. I exploded in an intense climax that had my ass and pussy contracting uncontrollably.

Martin fucked me like a whore. Again and again, he made me cum, and each time my pussy exploded, he told me I was a delicious hot fuck slut... a hot cum hole for his cock. I knew I should be insulted, but I just came harder every time he said it.

"Yes ... yes.. YES!" I screamed. "Fuck Me! Shoot your load into me, Lover. I'm not on the pill... I don't care... shoot your load into me!"

"HERE IT COMES, SLUT. TAKE MY LOAD!" Again and again, his cock jerked inside me... each time, injecting another thick gush of thick, potent semen.

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Martin had me suck his dick until his erection returned. When he was again hard, he fucked me in every position either of us could invent. He bent me over the arm of the couch and took me from behind... fucking me silly until I had cum three times. Next, I rode his dick cowgirl. In that position, he hammered his cock in and out of me like a pile driver. I seemed to be experiencing continuous orgasms.

When he made me ride him reverse cowgirl, he pulled my legs back and spread me wide open. The position completely ******* the connection between his cock and my cunt.

"Wouldn't it be hot if there was another man or two in the room watching my cock sink in and out of your pussy, Allison. Just think how hard they would get watching me fuck you. You have to know they would both be jacking off and staring right at your cock-stuffed cunt hole. And after I shot off inside you, they would both be on you... fucking you... filling your cunt with hard dick and filling your hole with their hot loads.

I came again... this time harder than ever. I couldn't stop screaming.


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After having a snack from the complementary wet bar and fridge in the room, Martin told me he wanted to fuck my ass.

"I thought you'd never ask, Darling. I was beginning to think that I was going to have beg you to do it."

I had been screwed so many times and Martin had shot so much semen into me, there really wasn't any need to lubricate my ass, but he did it anyway just to be certain that it wouldn't hurt. The first time, he had me lie on my back and hold my legs all the way back until my knees were touching the bed just outside my tits. He fitting his cock into my asshole and slowly worked it inside me. My clitoris began throbbing as soon as he was in me.

After five minutes, Martin's dick was buried inside my ass, and he was fucking me like a machine. The fullness and pressure were incredible. As soon as I reached between my thighs and rubbed my clit, I had an intense orgasm.

I thought he would shoot off inside me in that position, but he wanted me on top with his cock fucking my ass. I straddled him, aligned his dick with my now widely-stretched hole, and sank down on him. His entire eight inches entered me easily. The sex was hard and fierce. I came twice before Martin got me on my knees with my ass arched high. By this time, I was stretched so much that all eight inches of his cock disappeared into me on the first thrust. Holding my hips for leverage, the hot stud power fucked me to another orgasm.

Finally, my lover did me in spoon position holding my leg high in the air to open me completely. His fingers worked my clitoris and finger fucked my pussy as his cock power fucked in and out of my ass. I couldn’t stop howling it pumped sensuously in and out of me. This time he emptied his load into me just as I was surging to another climax.


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Back Home:

It was about 2 AM when I unlocked our front door and entered our house. I really didn't know what to expect. Frankly, I wouldn't have been surprised to find that Conrad had moved out of the house. I also wouldn't have been surprised to find him eagerly waiting for my return with his cock hard as iron.

I looked around the den, but there was no sign of my husband. I figured he was in the bedroom because his car was still parked in his space in our two-car garage. I wondered if he would be asleep... or be pretending to be asleep. Mentally, I made a bet with myself that he would pretend to be asleep and then pretend to be awakened when I entered. I lost my bet.

When I opened the bedroom door, Conrad was in bed wide awake. He was reading a book. He looked up and I saw the relief wash over his face. He made no effort to hide it. "Thank god, you're safe," he said with his voice filled with emotion.

I was touched... really touched, but I didn't let myself reveal that. Instead, I just said, "Why shouldn't I be?"

"I don't know... no reason, I guess. But I didn't know where you were or where this Martin guy was going to take you. There are some really dangerous parts of this city, you know. Justified or not, I was worried. The last seven hours have been the longest seven hours of my life... bar none. I'm glad you're fine and that you weren't in any danger. I guess I realized that you wouldn't put yourself in any real danger, but emotionally, I was a wreck. I feel much better now... a lot better!"

"Good. In the future, don't worry about my safety."

"All right. I'll try not to. Are you going to sleep with me?"

"Of course. I always sleep with my husband. Would you like to have sex?"

"I've been hard on and off all evening. This book is interesting but totally devoid of anything even remotely sexy. I picked it to try to get my mind off sex because I was getting a royal case of blue balls by 11 PM. But now that you're home, I'm hard as stone again. See." My husband threw aside the covers revealing his naked body and his stone hard 7-inch cock. The head was swollen and already leaking fluids.

I grinned with pleasure. "Oh fuck! I love that! I'll take a shower be right back. Don't you dare go to sleep on me!"

"I can't wait that long. Get undressed and get in bed."

My grin broadened. If I had been pleased and excited before, my pussy was already throbbing at the thought of giving my husband sloppy seconds... no more like sloppy sixths, or was it sevenths or eighths? I had lost count. As soon as my dress fell to the floor revealing the fact that I was naked underneath, I saw my husband's cock contract and jerk. A deep moan escaped his lips.

"Do you want me to leave my heels on, Honey?"

"You know how much I enjoy the sight of you in heels, Allison, but tonight I would prefer that you took them off."

"Whatever you like, Darling."

I crawled into bed with my husband. If he was at all nervous, he certainly gave no indication as he crushed his mouth against mine while his hands roamed over my tits, ass, and pussy. His kiss was different from Martin's... both were hard and eager, both were the kiss of a skilled lover, but there was still a big difference. Whereas Martin's kiss had been that of a conquering male about to ravish an eager female, Conrad's was hard and passionate, but there was something else... something more. When he finally moved his lips off of mine, he paused. His tongue slowly and lightly moved over my lips in a gentle caress before he once again kissed me hard and deep.

As our tongues dueled back and forth between my mouth and his, I was acutely aware of Conrad's raging, throbbing cock pressing... grinding... thrusting against my mound. Reaching down, my hand closed around his rampant, swollen, and absolutely rigid shaft. We both moaned. Martin's cock was definitely bigger than my husband's by a full inch in length and slightly thicker. But even so, there was something else... something different.

Slowly, I jacked my husband's pulsing shaft. His body began to tremble. Suddenly, I realized what was different... Conrad's cock wasn't as big as Martin's but it was harder... much harder. Martin's dick had been hard, Conrad's was rigid ... absolutely rigid with lust and passion. All I had to do was squeeze it a little or slide my hand up and down its length, and it felt like trying to contain and hold a writhing python.

"Not yet, Allison. Not yet," my husband moaned. His body moved down mine... lower and lower until his lips were licking my belly, his tongue thrusting into my navel. He moved even lower. His tongue was now caressing my mound. I felt him spreading me... opening me up... ******** my cunt. His tongue reached my pussy. The certain knowledge that he was about to eat my cum-filled pussy was enough to make me cum.

"OOoohhhhhhhh... Oooohhhh ... fuckkk... cumming... oohhhhh god... I'm cumming," I moaned as my ass arched up off the bed in a frantic effort to get my husband's tongue on my erupting clit.

And then, he was there! His tongue lashed up and down my gushing sex trench causing my vagina to convulse in hard contractions, each one pushing more of Martin's semen out of my hole. Moving upward, my husband sucked hard on my swollen clitoris. My entire body shuddered. His tongue was circling my throbbing organ bringing sensuous screeches of hot ecstasy from my lips. I felt his fingers probing deep inside my pussy as his tongue pleasured my pulsing clitoris. More semen poured from my hole and then quickly disappeared inside Conrad's mouth.

"AAARRGGGHHHH... GGGHHHAAAAA... UN-HUN! UN-HUN! AAHH! AAHH! MORE... MORE! PLEASE MORE!!" I howled. He gave it to me, and I exploded in one orgasm after another.

I was still shaking, my clitoris still pulsing, my vagina still contracting in one spasm after another when Conrad moved over my body and mounted me. I locked my legs around his thighs and hugged his body close to mine just as his totally rigid, swollen sex spike rammed into my stretched and soaked cunt. All seven inches of his cock charged into my hole. As soon as the hard shaft was buried inside me with his balls slapping against my ass cheeks, my husband began fucking me with steady, deep, hard strokes, each one bringing a grunts of female pleasure from my mouth.

Every few strokes, he told me how incredibly hot and sensuous my pussy felt around his cock. "Your vagina feels like a smooth velvet glove around my cock, Honey... It feels like I'm sinking into a hot, slick lava. It's just delicious!" he gasped.

The sensuous squishing sounds of Conrad's cock sinking into the remains of Martin's five cum loads filled the room. My legs flailed the air, my tits bounced wildly as my clitoris began to contract again just before my stuffed cunt erupted in another orgasm. I screamed... my toes curling back... as my body shuddered and quivered.

"OOHHHH SHIT! I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER, DARLING. FUCK MY SLUTTY CUNT, STUD... AAAAHHHHHHH... NOW! NOW! CAN YOU FEEL MY PUSSY ERUPTING... UN-HUH! UN-HUH! UN-HUH!"

In the middle of my orgasm, I felt Conrad's cock jerking and pulsing in hard, repeated spastic contractions as he shot one thick stream of sperm-filled semen after another into my convulsing cunt.

"UGH! UGH! UGH! CUMMING IN YOU, ALLISON... SHOOTING MY LOAD INTO YOUR PUSSY... TAKE IT... OH GOD... CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD THIS FEELS!" he howled as his dick continued to ejaculate into me.

As my climax abated, I fell into an exhausted heap on the bed while my husband continued to drive his cock in and out of my overflowing pussy. I could feel thick loads of semen sliding sensuously down the crack of my ass.

"Get on top, Allison. Ride me. Pump your pussy on my dick... hurry!" he screamed. At that moment, I realized that my husband's cock was still iron hard. It hadn't even begun to get soft.

Pulling out of me, he rolled onto his back. "Get on it. Fuck your hot box on my dick, Honey," he moaned. I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock. It was still rigid... throbbing... seeping fluids from the tip. My juices and Martin's and his combined loads were dripping off his shaft. His pubic hair was matted with semen and my cuntal secretions.

Planting my feet just outside his hips on the bed, I positioned his cock and lowered my pussy onto the big head. It sank into me easily. As soon as I dropped my hips, my ass was riding his balls with all seven inches of hard cock buried inside my pussy. He held my hips as we fucked. Every time I rammed my pussy down his shaft, he arched his hips and drove into my womb with hard, masculine authority. I came three times before I felt my husband shooting another load into my hot hole.

Conrad rolled us onto our sides with him behind me in spoon position. His hands fondled and caressed my tits and clit while his still hard cock continued to move back and forth inside me. After a few minutes, he pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, "Your ass. Can I fuck your ass, Allison? I'll go slow and take care not to hurt you."

"Anytime, Darling. Any hole. Fuck it, Baby, and you don't have to worry about going slow or hurting me."

Conrad pulled his prick out of my cunt, moved it back a few inches until it was against my anus. Reaching back, I pulled myself open for him. His hips snapped forward. My ass opened easily and five inches of cock disappeared into my ass. Jerking his hips back, my husband rammed his cock into me again, and this time it entered me fully.

Even though he said nothing, I could tell that Conrad was both shocked and surprised to see how stretched my asshole was and how easily it took his cock. With one of Martin's big loads inside me, he slid back and forth like a well-oiled piston inside my ass. Conrad had fucked me anally a few times, but not often since the tightness of my ass had caused me some pain. I didn't mind, but he never wanted to hurt me. But now that Martin's big cock had stretched me open, my ass fit my husband's cock like a glove.

Once more, hot, erotic sensations spread throughout my body from the feeling of fullness and his erotic stroking of my pulsing clitoris. My hips were humping back and forth trying to take the hard cock all the way into my ass every time he thrust into me. I was amazed at how fast Conrad made me cum. Within moments, I was climaxing again as my ass opened and closed deliciously around my husband's rampant dick.

He was grunting now.... deep, low-pitched masculine growls of pleasure as he screwed my ass faster and harder. The sound of his grunts and moans sent even more waves of hot pleasure through me. Our bodies thudded together with force on every thrust. His hands were all over me... my tits... my nipples... my clitoris. I couldn't stop shrieking with the sensations he was giving me.

Conrad began fucking me like an out-of-control jack hammer. I knew he was close... very close. I cried out and rammed my ass onto his surging dick. His cock throbbed within me. His strokes shortened... each one driven into my ass with force. My climax erupted just as his sperm fired into me joining Martin's.



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More Men:

For the next three days, Conrad never mentioned my date with Martin. Nor did he say anything more about what he had decided about the options I had given him. At breakfast, four days after Martin had fucked me, I brought up the subject myself.

"So, Conrad, have you decided which of the options you're going to take? Are you just going to continue with the default option or what?"

"Well, if I have to pick one, I suppose I'll just continue with the default option. Do you object to that?"

"Not at all. If that's what you want. Just keep the other options in mind, Honey. This isn't a one-time window. You're free to change your mind and choose another option any time you like. Just let me know. Until you do, I'll just assume it's the default option. Oh... and while we're on the subject, you're on your own for dinner tonight. I'm not certain when I'll be home. It could be around 11 PM, but I don't want you to worry if it's later. I promise that I won't be in any danger."

Conrad just sat quietly and finished his breakfast without saying another word. As he left for work, he turned and said, "Please do be careful. I'm sure you'll understand if I don't tell you to have a good time." He didn't wait for an answer before the door closed behind him.

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Barry had called me the previous afternoon. I could tell by his voice that he was nearly desperate to see me again. After all, his cock had been dripping with lust to get into my pussy when Jim's wife had come home early and thrown a fit. "Hell, Allison," he had moaned, "I've been hard thinking about you ever since that night several weeks ago. Am I ever going to get a second chance at your luscious pussy?"

"How about tomorrow afternoon around 6 PM. I'll meet you at Barney's Bar and Grill. We can have dinner somewhere, dance a little, and then have the rest of the evening to take care of your big hard dick. Sound good?"

"Sounds fantastic. My apartment's a mess. So I'll reserve us a room at the Best Western on Marshall. That Ok with you?"

"Absolutely. Try to get a room with a king-sized bed."

"That's the plan. Listen, I don't know any clever way to bring this up, so I'll just say it. Jim and I frequently party together. A lot of the time, we switch partners halfway through the evening. He was really looking forward to spending some time with you before his wife showed up. So.... would you be interested in a threesome? Or is that too far out? If it is, just say so. No problem."

"What about his wife? I have no interest in another screaming scene like last time."

"After that night, his wife split. She went home to mother. My guess is that their marriage is toast. But maybe not. The only thing that's certain is that Jim hasn't had any since he banged Kristin that night. So, he's really horny and climbing the walls. That being the case, maybe you'd just rather say no."

"Are you kidding me? Two big-cocked, handsome hunks, one of whom hasn't had any pussy for over three weeks and you think I'm going to turn that down? Give Jim the room number at the Best Western and tell him to meet us there or if we're going dancing, he can meet us at the club. Whatever. I'll leave the arrangements to you guys."

"Ok. See you at 6 PM... Barney's Bar and Grill.

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Since neither Barry nor Jim had gotten their cocks into me that first time, I decided to wear the same outfit so that it would seem like this was just a continuation of that erotic first night. Barry eyes lit up when he saw me in my short yellow skirt that still didn't cover the tops of my thigh-high stockings.

"Damn! I love that outfit, Allison."

"I know you do. That's why I wore it. So where are we going for dinner, Honey."

"How hungry are you," he asked hopefully.

"Just average, but considering all the exercise I'm going to be doing tonight, I need something to eat. Be patient, Stud. My pussy will still be wet and ready after dinner."

"I know, but it's really hard not to be impatient with a gorgeous woman like you. Your husband is the luckiest man on the planet."

"You think so? He's out of town working while you're fucking his wife."

"That's true, but he gets to have you a lot more often than I ever will. Oh well... story of my life. Come on. Let's go to the Red Lobster for fish, shrimp, or lobster... or all three if you like. Sound good?"

"Sounds fantastic."

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Dinner was good... very good... although it was difficult for me to concentrate on eating when Barry's hand was constantly beneath the table stroking my pussy through my wet panties.

"Why don't you take off your panties, Allison?" he suggested before the waiter brought our orders.

"No way. I wouldn't be able to eat with you working on my naked clit. When the food comes, I want you to take your fingers off my cunt. Save it for later, Stud."

After dinner, he asked if I was up to going to "The Hot Spot" for drinks and dancing. "Why not. I've never been there, but it sounds sexy."

"It is. Very sexy. I need to tell you they have strippers and girls who give lap dances. And the men will probably hit on you... particularly when we're dancing. Would you rather go some other place?"

"Honey, if you can stand the competition... let's go. It sounds really hot."

"That's why they call it "The Hot Spot"."

"By the way, I thought Jim was going to join us."

"He is. He said he would meet us at 'The Hot Spot'. I'm supposed to call him on his cell if we decide to go to a different place."

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"The Hot Spot" proved to be just as rowdy and raunchy as Barry had suggested it was. Just to the left of the bar, there was a stage with a small runway on with a big-titted blonde was dancing naked except for her heels. She was leaning back with her legs wide apart, grinding her ass, cupping her tits, and humping her pussy right in the faces of the men crowded around the edge of the stage.

The dance floor was off to the right where the lighting was dim. I could see several couples moving slowly to the music. In every case, the men had their hands on their partner's ass... some had their hands under the woman's dress or skirt. One woman was dancing with two men, one in front of her, the other behind her. They had her skirt bunched around her waist with her panties pulled down below her ass cheeks.

On the far side of the room several women were giving men lap dances. The men still had their pants on while most of the women wore G-strings, but not all. A couple of the girls looked like they were giving the men their lap dance with their bare pussies against the men's bulges. There were at least twice as many men present as women.

Leaning close, Barry asked, "Too raunchy? Want to try another club?"

"This is fine. It'll get my stud in the mood to fuck my brains out later on."

"I'm already in that mood with or without this club," he responded.

Although the place was crowded, the management gave priority seating to couples, so we found a table without any difficulty. As soon as we were seated, a bare-breasted cocktail waitress wearing a tiny skirt with fishnet stockings and four-inch heels came over to take our drink orders. Barry glanced at her bouncing tits and then ignored her to stare at me. If I had needed an ego boost with all the naked female competition, that would have given it to me.

"Well, what do you think?" Barry asked.

"It's every bit as hot as your said it would be. Some of the lap dancers are doing it without any panties on. I didn't think the club would allow them to openly fuck the men like that."

"They don't. The men still have their pants on. If they want more, they have to go to one of the private rooms in the back of the club. In there, the door is locked, and they can fuck or have oral sex if the dancer is willing."

"Mmmmmm... that's really hot. I'd like to watch something like that. Do they allow spectators?"

"Nope. Particularly not women. Too much competition for the lap dancer. I'm afraid the only way you're going to be able to see what's happening in one of the private rooms is to agree to take a set as a lap dancer."

"They allow that? I would have thought the regular dancers would raise holy hell with customers taking away their income."

"They would if the customer got to keep the money, but she doesn't. It has to go into a pot including any tips that is later split evenly between all the dancers working that shift. So everyone wins. The dancers get a rest break without losing any money. The men get a hot lap dance from a new woman, and the woman gets the thrill of being a lap dancer for a half hour or whatever she wants. Are you interested? All I have to do is let the Manger know, and he'll set it up."

"I would be too nervous with a strange guy. Some guys can get really rough."

"That's not a problem. I just tell the Manager you're worried and he will let me be present as a bodyguard, so to speak. Shall I talk to him?"

"I don't think so. Wanna dance with me, Honey?"

"Do bears live in the forest? Come on."

As soon as we were on the dance floor, I quickly found out that Barry was just as aggressive with his hands as all the other men I had watched earlier. Instead of the usual dancing position with one of his arms around my waist and the other holding my hand, both of his hands descended to my ass and pulled my mound against his big erection.

"MMmmmmm... that feels good, Barry," I whispered in his ear. "Grind it into me, Honey."

By the time the first dance was over, Barry's cock was throbbing inside his pants, and my panties were soaked. "God, this is so hot, I may cum in my pants," he groaned as we started dancing again.

"As hot as that is, I don't want you shooting off in your pants, Honey. I want it to shoot off in me. If it gets too much, tell me, and we'll take a break. Ok?" Barry nodded.

Halfway through the second song, his hands were under my skirt. As they sensuously moved over my panty-covered ass cheeks, I suddenly felt my skirt being pulled upward followed by a cool breeze on my ass. Once the skirt was bunched around my waist, I felt another cock pressing urgently into my ass from behind. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Jim had joined us.

"Do you always say hello by pulling up a girl's skirt and pressing your big dick into her ass?"

"When she's as hot as you are, I try to. Hi. Thanks for letting me join you and Barry tonight."

"The way Barry put the question to me, I couldn't possibly refuse."

"Really. What did he say?"

"He told me that you haven't had any pussy for almost three weeks ... even since that night your wife burst in on us and broke up the party. Is that really true?"

"Yep! It's been driving me up the fucking wall too. Am I going to get lucky tonight, Allison?"

"Luck has nothing to do with it, Honey. With two big cocks grinding into me fore and aft, there's no way I'm going to be able to be a faithful wife tonight."

"Have you ever been the faithful wife?"

"Believe it or not, I was totally faithful until a few weeks ago. In fact, the only cock I had ever had was my husband's."

"You're shitting me?"

"Nope. One cock and only one for Allison up to a few weeks ago."

"And now?"

"Well, I haven't been a good girl even since the night of that party at your place. I got royally fucked about a week ago. So now I've had two cocks... hopefully that number will be four before I get home tonight."

"Marcus hopes it will be five."

"Marcus? Who's Marcus?"

"Friend of mine. I invited him to join us later tonight. I thought you would love three guys. If not, I'll call him back and cancel. Shall I?"

"It would be real shame to disappoint him, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Then let's not, Ok?"

"Allison, you are one awesome woman. I wish to hell you were my wife."

"Better be careful what you wish for, Honey. Who knows. You might get it."

"You're the one who's going to get it," Jim whispered in my ear.

I started to reply but the fingers Jim thrust into my wet vagina caused me to forget what I was about to say. As Jim finger fucked me from behind, Barry's hand moved between us to my mound... and from there onto my engorged and very erect clitoris. He slowly masturbated me right there on the dance floor. The two men had to hold me up and they brought me closer and closer to a climax. My mouth opened, and I began to moan softly. We had stopped dancing. The only movement was the thrusting of my ass.

"Her damn dress is just in the way. Let's take it off," Barry said to Jim.

Jim agreed, and the two men lowered my dress down to my ankles. I stepped out of it, and Barry looped it over his belt for safekeeping. Once the guys had me stripped to just my panties, their hands returned to my ass and pussy. Again, my pelvis began undulating and thrusting.

"Make the hot Bitch cum," a female voice just to my left said. "She's right on the edge. Work her clit harder, Baby. You, stick another finger into her. She'll go off like a rocket."

"Think so?" Jim asked.

"I know so! Do it to her! We all want to see the slut cumming."

I looked around and saw that the woman was right. At least, six men were watching as Jim and Barry worked me closer and closer to a climax. "Pull her panties all the way down so we can see better," the woman to my left ordered.

"You heard the order, Allison." Hooking their fingers in the waistband of my panties, they pulled them down until they were bunched around mid-thigh and concealed nothing.

Again the woman to my left spoke. "Tell her to spread her legs wider so you guys can get to her and we can see every thing."

Barry grinned and said, "Do as you're told, Allison. Spread your legs wider."

“Oh gawd, I can’t with my damn panties around my thighs,” I moaned.

“I’ll take care of that problem, Honey. You guys keep your fingers on her cunt. Jack, give me your pocket knife,” she said to her boyfriend.

Kneeling beside me with her face no more than a few inches away from my pussy, she watched the men’s fingers sliding in and out of my throbbing vagina and over my erect clitoris. “Oh fuck! She’s got a big, hard clit, and her panties are drenched. Hold still, Honey, while I get rid of your panties.”

With not just a little difficulty, I stilled the hunching of my hips while the woman sliced through the crotch of my panties and then cut them in half at the waist. With a cry of triumph, she pulled the shredded garment from between my thighs and waved them in the air like a flag.

“You guys won’t believe how strong the aroma of her cunt is on these panties,” she screamed. “Ten bucks! Who wants these wet panties for only ten bucks?”

Judging from the number of offers she got, it was obvious that she should have asked $20 or more. After selling my panties, she turned back to me. “Now… spread wide, Slut! Wide open!”

As soon as I took a widely spread stance, Barry's fingers again began to dance over my throbbing clit. He trapped the shaft between two fingers and jacked me off like my clit were a small dick. As he stroked me, his fingers squeezed and released... squeezed and released. I howled and humped wildly as he did it.

Jim was also busy. Three fingers were now working inside my vagina. Bending me forward a little, he located my G-spot and started working it. I couldn't keep my ass still. Every time I thrust it forward, Barry's fingers massaged and worked my bloated clitoris. If I pulled back, Jim's fingers rammed into my hole, scraping over my G-spot, pressing and rotating over it.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OOOHHHHHHHHH... FUCKKKKKKKK... NOW! NOW! NOW! YOU HOT BASTARDS!! I'M CUMMINGG!!"

The intense climax continued to erupt inside my pussy as my clit contracted in hard spasms for almost a minute. When my body sagged into Barry's arms, the six couples who had been watching me all applauded along with some of the single men around the dance floor. The applause continued as my two studs led me off the dance floor naked save for my thigh-high stockings and heels.

When we were back at our table, Jim let me put on my dress. We finished our drinks and ordered another round as both Jim and Barry slowly stroked my thighs and held them open allowing other men around the club to see my soaked pussy.

"You seem to be unable to stop watching the lap dancers doing their thing, Allison. It turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yessss," I moaned as my hand squeezed one of my tits and twisted the nipple.

"That settles it. I'm going to sign you up to do a set in a private room while Jim and I watch."

"I don't think I could do it," I whined.

"You'll do it and love it."

"I don't even know how to start to get a guy who wants me to lap dance on him," I protested.

"Not a problem," Barry replied. "I'll tell the Manager to let the guys know that a red-hot married woman wants to try giving private lap dances. He'll direct them to our table so they can decide. If they want a lap dance, we all go to one of the private rooms... What could be simpler?"

I was still very hesitant to even try it, but before my fear could overcome my excitement, there were three men standing at our table looking me over. "Is she the one who wants to lap dance in private?" one of the men asked Jim.

"Yeah... and I can tell you, she's hot as fire. Her pussy will suck the load right out of your balls, Man!"

I felt my face flush with a mixture of pride and acute embarrassment. My face grew even redder when all three men moved closer to check me out. One of them asked, "Will you do it with your panties off and my cock in your pussy?"

“Well, I’m not wearing any panties, Honey. Some woman cut them off of me on the dance floor. But you have to wear a condom,” I replied.

"How much?" he asked.

Not knowing what to say, I looked helplessly at Barry who provided an answer. "$50 for a lap dance with your dick in your pants. $100 if your dick is out, but your cock stays outside her pussy. $250 with your dick out, condom on and up her hot pussy. Her tits will be out in any case. 15 minutes or until you shoot off."

The third man nodded, smiled at me, and asked, "How about you, Honey? Do you cum when you give a lap dance? I mean really get off... no faking it."

"I've never faked it in my life... ever! I either get off or I don't. I won't fake it. Truthfully, I have no idea whether I will climax or not. I've never done anything like this before. So, you'll just have to take your chances as will I."

The three men each spoke to Barry while I sipped my drink nervously wondering whether any of the men would actually pay $250 just to have me lap dance on them for no more than 15 minutes. It seemed unlikely to me, and I began to slowly relax. Finally, Barry said, "Are you ready, Allison. Let's go."

"Where are we going? Are we leaving?"

"Leaving?? Hell no. We're going to private room No. 3 in the back. I can't wait to see you in action as a brand new lap dancer."

"One of those men actually wants a lap dance from a woman who's never done it before when all the other sexy, experienced women are available?"

"Not one, Honey. All three. See." Barry spread out a wad of bills on the table.

"My god! How much is there anyway?"

"Just what I asked for, $250 each ... $750 in all. I need to give this cash to the manager before we go to the back. Come on. You've got three randy, anxious guys who can't wait to get their cocks into you."

"All right, but I need to visit the ladies room first," I pleaded.

Private Room No. 3 was nicely appointed, much more so than I expected. There was a large recliner in the middle of the room ideally suited for lap dancing. I was standing beside the chair when Barry escorted the first of the three men into the room. Jim was already seated against the wall. He had unzipped his pants had his hand inside slowly stroking his dick.

"This is Craig. Craig meet Allison."

He nodded and said, "I can't go home with my pants covered with your juices, Allison. My wife isn't stupid. Is it Ok if I get naked?"

"Of course. Take off your clothes and relax on the recliner, Craig." He quickly stripped and laid down. His cock was already hard. It extended up his belly about seven inches. He was also thick... about like my husband. Craig wasn't hung like Jim or Barry, but he was more than big enough to pleasure my pussy.

When I unzipped my yellow skirt and let it fall to the floor, Craig's dick jerked. It got even harder, growing another half inch when he saw my naked pussy. Finally, I shrugged off my blouse and let him enjoy the sight of my naked tits being pushed up and out by my uplift, demi bra.

"God! You're drop dead gorgeous," Craig gasped as he stared at my firm, 36D tits and their hard nipples. His eyes dropped to my pussy. Again he gasped, "Oh hell yes! You're shaved! I fucking love that! And I love those hot thigh-high stockings and those CFM heels!"

Leaning over Craig's body, I whispered, "Let's get you ready to fuck my hot box, Baby." Quickly, I rolled a condom down the length of his prick. He moaned as I did so.

"Ready, Lover? Ready to fuck my married cunt?"

"OOOohhhhh fuck YES! Get on me. Ride me, Honey!"

Straddling his thighs, I found that the recliner was exactly the right height to allow me to plant my heels on the floor so I could use my leg and thigh muscles to raise and lower my ass as I rode his tool. Moving my pussy right over his hard dick, I adjusted the swollen head at my opening and swabbed it back and forth in my sex trench. Grinding my hips, I worked the head into my hot hole and slowly sank downward. We both groaned at the luscious sensations produced by a cock entering a wet, hot cunt.

Lowering my body over his so he could either play with my tits or suck them, I began to fuck my cunt on Craig's throbbing dick. As I rode him, I whispered hotly in his ear.

"Ooohhhh you're fucking my married cunt hole, Craig. Your big dick is in me... AAahhhh... god! I hope that feels as good to you as it does to me. Hold my hips and ass, Stud. Fuck me hard and deep. Use my hot hole, Baby. Ram it into meeeeeeee!!"

Considering how hot he was, Craig did a great job of holding back his load so that he could enjoy the full 15 minutes of fucking me. On the far side of the room, Jim now had his cock out jacking it furiously as he watched Craig pumping my pussy. Twelve minutes or so into our fuck, I felt my clitoris beginning to swell and jerk. "Oooohhhh fuck... I'm getting close... gonna cum on your hard dick, Craig. If you finger fuck my ass, I'll cum hard!"

A few seconds later, I felt two of Craig's fingers driving into my ass. "AAGGHHAAA!! UUUNNGGHH!" My cunt exploded in hard, spastic contractions as my body vibrated. Craig tried to hold back, but the hard contractions of my pussy just sucked the load right out of his balls. He rammed into me like a jack hammer. I could feel his dick throbbing and jerking as his load fired out and filled the condom.

"Oohhhh Craig. You're shooting in me... You're cumming inside my cunt. I'm cumming with you... fuck me! FUCK ME HARDER! SHOOT IT INNNNNNNN!!"

Barry signaled to me that the 15 minutes were up, but I shook my head and continued to gyrate and grind my cunt against his still twitching dick. Each time his cock throbbed, I squeezed it hard with my vaginal muscles milking even more semen from his balls.

After about 17 minutes, Craig nodded that he was finished. I leaned forward and kissed him even though I didn't think I was supposed to do that. "Thank you, Honey. That was my first time. You made it really good for me. I just hope you enjoyed screwing me as much as I enjoyed feeling your big hard shaft inside my cunt."

I dismounted his body, and after washing off his cock in the sink, he quickly got dressed. Before he left, he pressed $50 into my hand as a tip. After Craig left, Barry brought in the second man, Don.

Neither Don nor Frank lasted as long as Craig, and neither was as good. I didn't cum with Don, but before Frank shot off as I gyrated and humped on his shaft, I did have a mild orgasm. It only took twenty minutes to do both men. They each tipped me $20. As we left the club, Barry again stopped by the office and gave the $90 in tips to the Manager who offered me a full-time job any time I wanted it.



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After being with me for several hours and then watching me screw three men as I lap danced on their condom-covered cocks, Barry and Jim were hard as iron and wild with lust to fuck me. As soon as we entered our room at the Best Western, Jim pulled off my skirt and had my blouse almost off when Barry opened his pants and rammed his rigid shaft into my mouth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I sucked his thick seven and a half inches of dick all the way into my throat.

For several minutes, I slid my lips up and down Barry's dick. Each time he thrust his hips, his thick cock head slid down my throat where I could feel it throbbing. He was so excited, there was no way he could possibly hold out for long. His rod was all the way down my throat when he yelled that he was going to cum. The last syllable wasn't even out of his mouth before his huge load gushed into me.

Jim let Barry finish inside my mouth before he pulled me toward his crotch. "Take my cock out, Allison. Suck me!" he ordered.

I practically ripped his pants open in my haste to get his huge, black dick out. In the end, it was far too large to allow me to get it through the fly of his pants. I had to open his pants completely before I could get his gorgeous, throbbing black schlong out. It was rigid with lust... just huge... easily the biggest cock I had yet had in my pussy.

Taking it in his hand, he used it like a club to gently whack me across the face. Each time that big shaft slapped against my face, I felt my pussy gushing juices into my panties. My already swollen clit began slowly throbbing.

"Suck it!" Jim ordered.

"Oh yes. Stick that big thing in my mouth hole, Lover. Fuck my mouth with it."

I had to stretch my jaws as wide as I could to get the bloated head inside my mouth. I had my hand wrapped around the middle of Jim's dick, but there was no way my fingers could get all the way around it. There were equal amounts of cock above and below my hand. Holding my head, Jim fucked in about three inches before I started gagging. We tried again. This time he got four inches of meat into my mouth before I gagged. We continued to try until I was sucking the top six inches of his huge shaft.

At his direction, we changed positions so that his cock was more in a direct line with my throat. I managed another inch but that was all I could take. "Oh fuck... I want all of it down my throat, Honey, but it's so fucking big. I'm going to have to practice to get all of it inside my mouth."

"You can practice all you like, Allison. Anytime. But right now, I need to fuck you. I want to cum inside your hot cunt. It's been so long since I pumped my load into a woman. Can we fuck now?"

"You can fuck me anytime you want, Jim. How do you want me?"

"This first time, get on your back so I can mount you missionary style. If it starts to hurt let me know, and I'll be more careful."

"Don't worry about hurting me, Lover. It doesn't hurt a woman to be fucked. Bang me hard. Use me, Jim. Just fuck the shit out of me and shoot that big load up my pussy."

Picking me up in his arms as if I weighed next to nothing, Jim put me on my back at the edge of the bed. I moaned in hot anticipation when he hooked his arms beneath my knees and levered my legs up and back until my knees were pressed to the bed on either side of my heaving tits. The position elevated my cunt into perfect fucking position.

Looking between my raised legs, I saw that monster, engorged, throbbing male shaft moving toward my cunt. Grasping his huge sex spike in his hand, Jim moved the head up and down my gushing slit. Every time it raked over my swollen clit, I gasped with pleasure and arched my hips higher trying desperately to entice him to fuck it into me.

Finally, he had his shaft lubricated with my flowing cuntal juices. Looking down, he grinned and asked, "Ready?"

"FUCK ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

His hips snapped forward driving the big head against my opening. It stretched me... stretched me some more and then entered my quivering hole.

"UUNNGGHHHH!"

He pulled back until just the head remained hidden within my cunt. Then... slowly... pushed his organ back into me.... one inch... two inches... I started wailing.... three inches... four.... I was flailing wildly on the bed with intense pleasure. My cunt erupted in a huge, convulsive orgasm around his dick, and he wasn't even halfway into me yet.

For five minutes, Jim worked his cock back and forth. With each thrust, he entered me a little more. When seven inches had vanished inside my hole, I felt it thud into my womb. He applied more pressure moving my womb back and the eighth inch of dick entered me. The walls of my vagina were gripping him like a vise. Each time he pulled back, the sensation was fantastic. I came again... even harder than I had the first time.

The contractions of my cunt drove him wild. Pulling all but three inches out of me, he held my ass and slammed himself into me. His balls slapped against my ass as his entire length filled me. My hole was erupting again and again in near continuous orgasms.

It was more than he could take. Grunting like a bull, Jim began emptying his balls into my pulsing cunt. Gush after gush of semen fired into me... filling my hole... he shot in two more heavy streams and the semen spurted out in spite of my being tightly plugged by the huge black shaft.

Since Jim hadn’t had a woman for three weeks, I assumed that shooting off in me once was not going to be enough. The fact that he was still pumping his hard shaft in and out of my soaked vagina turned that assumption into a certainty.

Grasping me around the waist, Jim rolled us over until I was mounted on his rigid sex gun, I gasped and then moaned as he pulled my hips downward sinking his huge dick balls deep inside my cunt.

“AAAHHHH… fuck! You’re huge,” I yelled as my vagina contracted in a hard spasm around his cock.

“And you’ve got a hot, tight, wet, fantastic cunt. You’re turn to fuck me, Allison. Screw my big dick, Baby. Make us both cum!”

My hips went into overdrive as I pounded my pussy up and down his rigid shaft. Every time the big head thudded into my bottom of my hole, he grunted with lusty male satisfaction at the same time as I shrieked in wild female pleasure.

“Aaahhh god… I’m cumming again on your hard cock, Lover.. Oooohhh shit… Now… NOW!”

“ME TOO! I’M SHOOTING IN YOU… CUMMING… FUCK IT .. DON’T STOP… FUCK ON IT!”


By the time Jim withdrew, Barry was wild to fuck me. He took Jim's place between my raised legs and drove his cock into my cum-filled, stretched hole. Being at least an inch and a half shorter and slimmer than Jim, his entire length raced down my channel until his balls slapped my ass. Tightening my vaginal muscles, I squeezed Barry's dick until he was groaning with masculine pleasure.

"Oh my god! Your cunt feels like a hot vise around my dick, Allison. Suck the load out of my balls, Honey."

My ass went into overdrive as I fucked my stud hard and deep squeezing him on every thrust like I was trying to crush his cock. Leaning over my body, he pushed two fingers up my ass. Now, it was my turn to groan with hot female pleasure. A few minutes later, I was shuddering in another climax.

I thought that Barry would finish while mounted on me in missionary position, but he had something more kinky in mind. Very quickly, he had my head resting on the floor with my legs up in the air, knees bent, and my heels almost directly over my head. Spreading his legs far apart and facing away from me, Barry bent over and drilled his cock straight down into my waiting pussy. I heard myself gasp and then moan as it disappeared into my vagina and fucked me hard and fast... each stroke pounding into me like a jack hammer. I came again... and then again. Finally, Barry's rod exploded filling me once more with semen.

Sometime while Barry had been fucking me, Marcus arrived. When my climaxes ebbed and I could once again open my eyes, they were greeted with the hot sight of another iron-hard, big, black cock.

I was still lying on my back with my legs wide open, my cunt a stretched, gaping hole leaking a thick river of semen. "Don't move," the powerful black stud commanded. I remained on my back but did slowly hump my pussy at him in a lewd invitation. He stripped quickly. When his briefs came down, a cock thicker than Jim's and almost as long emerged. "Hi, Allison. I'm Marcus, and my cock is hard as stone. I'm going to fuck you if you don't object."

Reaching down, I opened the lips of pussy even wider and moaned, "Give it to me, Stud!"

Marcus mounted me and rammed his meat into my gushing hole. Once more, I howled in pleasure, and once more, I surged into an orgasm after just a few strokes of that huge cock. Since he hadn't spent hours getting hotter and hotter, Marcus had more control than either Barry or Jim. He screwed me steadily with hard, deep strokes that made me explode in climax after climax until finally, I was babbling incoherently as my legs flailed wildly in the air.

When Marcus began to ejaculate inside my cunt, I think I must have passed out because the next thing I was aware of was Marcus lying on top of me, gasping for breath, as his prick jerked and twitched inside my vagina. Once more, I felt a thick river of male semen streaming down my ass crack.

After Marcus pulled his semi-hard shaft out of my pussy, he turned me onto my knees and slowly worked his cock into my ass. I couldn’t stop groaning as it entered me. As the hot stud fucked me, his cock got harder and thicker. By the time it was again rock-hard, Marcus was jack hammering it in and out of my ass like he driving in railway spikes. My loud groans had become banshee shrieks. When I exploded in an intense orgasm, my sphincter contracted hard around his plunging shaft. That triggered his climax, and once again, a huge cum load filled me. This time the thick cum load flowed from my gaping rectum downward across my pussy.

We rested for awhile, had something to eat and a beer. As we ate, the three men were all working on me... both breasts were fondled , my nipples were sucked and twisted, fingers probed my pussy and ass, and two men took turns rubbing my clitoris until I was again writhing on the bed as orgasms shook my body.

Naturally, all three men got hard as iron from working on me and making me climax. Rather than take turns fucking me, they did me two at a time... one cock in my cunt another inside my ass. Occasionally, whoever was left out would use my mouth.



By 2 AM, Barry, Jim, and Marcus were all exhausted and totally unable to produce another erection. I was such a mess by that time, I just couldn't bring myself to go home to Conrad without first bathing and cleaning myself. It took me a half hour to do that so that it was almost 3 AM by the time I got home. As I drove toward home, I found myself grinning. At the start of the evening, I had had only two men in my life. Now, at the end of the evening, that number was up to eight. "A fourfold increase in one night... not bad," I thought.

My husband was sound asleep by that time, so I just stripped and crawled into bed beside him and snuggled close. I was asleep within a couple of minutes.

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Lunch with Kristin:

Needless to say, as soon as my husband awoke the next morning and found my naked body pressed tightly against his, he took full advantage of the situation. Being awakened from a sound sleep by tongue working over your clitoris and two fingers deep inside your pussy stroking your G-spot, beats hell out of any alarm clock. When my brain was finally sufficient awake to realize what was happening, my pussy had already taken control of my body. I was humping my ass like a hot whore against Conrad's lips, tongue, and fingers.

"Ooohhh god... yesss! Suck meeeeeeee," I moaned.

"AH! You're finally awake, you delicious slut. Spread your fucking legs wider! Hump that hot cunt!"

In less than a minute, I was having an orgasm. I wondered if my husband had already made me cum in my sleep... once? twice? more? As my vagina erupted, he pushed two fingers into my ass. Of course, they entered me easily.

"Wide open hot ass," he moaned.

I knew that he knew that I had been ass fucked the previous night. That erotic thought coupled with his tongue and lips on my clit got me off a second time... even harder. I needed cock!

"Get on me! Your cock! OOhhhhh god. Your cock! Fuck me with it. NOW!"

For the next half hour, my wildly excited, iron-cocked husband fucked both my cunt and my ass like a wild stallion. Switching back and forth between my two sex holes, he first ejaculated inside my pussy, but didn't lose his erection. When he moved to my ass, his load poured out of my dilated vagina. Back and forth... in my cunt... in my ass... I came again. Finally, he drove his sex spike hard into my ass, held my hips in place, and filled me with his second load.

I never knew when my husband left for work. I was again deep in a totally exhausted sleep.

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It was almost 11 AM before I got up. I was still sore and tired, but in spite of that, I felt deliciously alive. After a light breakfast, I dialed Kristin on my cell phone. She picked up on the first ring.

"Hi, Slut. It's your sister slut," I said.

"Oh goody... I meant to call you yesterday and forgot. I want a complete summary of all the sexy things you've been doing and then I've got a fantastic recommendation for you."

"Sounds erotic. How about lunch at Luigi's again. 12:30 PM work for you?"

"Absolutely. See ya."

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As I expected, Kristin showed up looking great in a short skirt, low-cut blouse, and heels. Since I had known that she would dress hot, I had done the same.

"Mmmmm... looks like you have more than just lunch on your mind," she said with a knowing grin as she sat down opposite me.

"Look who's talking. The waiter's going to **** you in that outfit."

"Well, looking at the young waiters they have working here, that wouldn't be half bad."

At that point, a young waiter who appeared to be no more than 22 came over to take our drink and lunch orders. I was pleased when he spent as much time checking out my tits as he did Kristin's. After ordering, Kristin leaned closer. "Ok. Come on. Out with it. How many guys have you fucked since that ridiculous night at Jim's. And don't tell me you're still a faithful wife. There's no way you've stayed pristine pure after almost getting Barry's gorgeous dick in your pussy only to have Jim's wife ruin every thing."

I had to laugh at the way Kristin put it. "You really have a way with words, you awful slut. But you're right. So far, eight different guys have fucked me. Both Barry and Jim banged me last night. Jim even invited one of his friends to join us."

"Did he fuck you too?"

"Of course. What do you think he did... just sit there, watch, and jack off? This guy was a seriously hung, black stud. There was no way he wasn't going to fuck me."

"Ooohhh, that's so hot. I wish I had been there."

"Then I wouldn't have gotten as much. Now it's your turn. I want to hear about this fantastic recommendation you have for me."

"Ok. Remember now, I wasn't sure you had been laid yet, so I've been on the lookout for a really hot, sexy guy to ring your bell, Honey. Anyway, last week I met this sinfully handsome, hot stud. You just fucking won't believe how gorgeous and sexy he is. I'm telling you, as soon as I saw him, my pussy was already wet and ready, and he hadn't even spoken to me yet."

"Wow! What's his name? Who is he?"

"His name's Anton. He works as a bartender at the Hilton. Christ, I'm telling you, Allison, I just wanted to lie down on the bar and spread my legs right there for him."

"Have you fucked him?"

"Twice. Once that evening and a second time two nights later at his apartment. I got there around 8 PM, and I swear to god, his cock was buried inside me for almost the entire next four hours. Except for a few short breaks to eat, drink, or go to the bathroom, he was fucking me constantly.”

"Oh... sooo hot! How many times did he fuck you?"

"He hardly stopped screwing me... he would bang me... fill me with a huge load ... kiss and fondle me for a few minutes while he was still inside my pussy and then start fucking me again. Just again and again and again. He must have shot off 7, 8, 9 times. I don't know. All I really know is that I had at least 15 to 20 orgasms before I had to leave around midnight."

"Big cock? I mean really big?"

"Over 9 inches and thick... I'm talking THICK, Honey. Just an absolutely huge, gorgeous dick!"

"How come you're sharing this sex god with me? Why aren't you keeping him for yourself?"

"Believe me, Allison, I would if I could get away every night or almost every night, but I can't. One or two nights a week is all I can manage... so that's five or six nights he's available, if you're interested."

"What time does he work?"

"I believe it's from 2 M to 9 PM, five days a week. He doesn't work on Sundays or Mondays."

"Ok. Thanks."

"So how are you managing to get away from Conrad without him catching on?"

"I'm not. I told you that I didn't want to cheat. So I'm not."

"How are you working that miracle?"

"Simple. I just told my husband that since I'd never had any man except him while he fucked 18 different women before we were married, I wanted to start dating."

"Really? And what happened when you laid that on him?"

For the next half hour I told Kristin about my conversation with Conrad and the options I had given him along with how he had been handling the situation. "As far as I can tell, he's accepted the fact that I'm going to be dating other men for awhile, and he's taken the default option. I tell him when I'm going to date and when I think I might be home. That's all... no names, no details, no summaries. We still sleep together. Conrad fucks me whenever he's in the mood. I cook... we watch TV... every thing just like before except now instead my reading a book while he watches sports on TV, I'm out on a date."

"That's amazing."

"I agree. It is. Actually, I'm shocked that he has accepted it so well. Frankly, I thought he would either demand separate bedrooms until I stopped dating or ask for a separation. But it seems to have worked out much better than that."

Kristin remained silent and thoughtful for a bit and then said, "Can I ask you some very personal questions?"

"Since we went out to get laid together, and you're the one who opened my eyes, so to speak, I don't see why not. What do you want to know?"

"Do you give Conrad sloppy seconds? Does he know it?"

"Yes and yes. Except it usually more like sloppy fifths or more. I give him an option... either sloppy seconds or whatever or I can shower and clean up first. So far, he's always too hot for sex to wait for me to clean up."

"Wow! Does he eat you too?"

"Always."

"God! Unbelievable. You're living a wife's dream, Honey. Is he fucking any other women?"

"I don't think so. I told him he could if he wanted to, but I don't think he's taken me up on my offer."

"How long are you going to continue this? Forever?"

"No. Of course not. I really don't know. At least until I decide whether I'd rather be married to someone else or to Conrad."

"And so far?"

"Well, as I told you, eight different men have fucked me, and I've enjoyed everyone of them a lot. Can't count the number of times they made me cum, but none of them are guys I'd give up Conrad to have. They're just hot fucks... nothing more. So, at the moment, it's looking like I'll be spending my life married to Conrad. But, who knows? Anton sounds like a hot piece of ass. I might want to switch from Conrad to him. We'll see."

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Jonathan McIntire:

It was around 3 PM that afternoon when the phone rang. I answered on the second ring expecting to hear either my husband's voice or Barry's. It was neither.

"Hello."

"Hi. Am I speaking with Allison?" a soft male voice said. I didn't recognize the speaker.

After some hesitation, I responded, "Yes. This is Allison. With whom am I speaking?"

"This is Jonathan McIntire. We met once before in ... what shall I say... eh... rather unusual circumstances... very erotic circumstances at that."

"I'm afraid I'm not following you."

"Would it jog your memory if I told you that at the moment, I'm looking at your phone number that you wrote on the crotch of your panties before you gave them to me?"

I had to laugh at that remark. When I gained control again, I said, "Yes. That does jog my memory. You probably don't believe me, but that was the first and the only time I've ever done anything like that in my life."

"Oh but I do believe you. That's precisely why I'm calling. If you remember, we had a very brief conversation that night. You told me your first name is Allison, and you also told me that you had been a totally faithful wife. When I asked if your date was your husband, you informed me that he was not. Instead, he was to be only the second man ever to enjoy your sexual favors. Remember?"

"Vividly. I could hardly forget something like that."

"Did he fuck you later than night?"

"Yes. Six times, if I remember correctly."

"MMMMmmm... Impressive. But considering how beautiful you are, I'm not surprised that he outdid himself. But let me get to the point of my call. You suggested that night that you would be interested in meeting me if I were interested. Well, I'm very interested."

"Thank you. So when and where do you have in mind?"

"Would you like to just have dinner the first time to get acquainted?"

"I would love to have dinner with you, but it's not necessary. You turned me on that night by the open and frank way you stared at me. You made no secret of the fact that I turned you on and that you wanted to fuck me. By the time we were ready to leave, I was just as hot for you."

"You're very open and frank about your desires, Allison. I thought you might be. So may I be equally frank."

"Please do, Jon."

"Thank you, Allison. As you will learn when we meet, I'm a very rich and successful business man who owns the controlling interest in two large companies. I'm divorced, and while I enjoy business and making money, my real passion is beautiful women like you, but I have a deep aversion to professionals. Now, in my business, it is absolutely necessary for me to entertain my best customers and clients to be certain that I keep and increase the business they bring to my companies. Am I making myself clear, Allison?"

"Crystal."

"Good. To do this, I usually arrange parties on my private yacht. That's the answer to your question of where. As to the when, it's this coming Friday evening. Are you interested? Are you free at that time?"

"I'm free. As to whether or not I'm interested, I need to ask you a couple of questions."

"Yes?"

"Why me? With your financial resources, you could easily hire as many beautiful call girls as you might need to entertain your clients."

"A very appropriate question. That's what I usually do, and it's moderately effective, but no more than that. The problem is that many of my best customers and associates have the same aversion toward professionals as I have. I often just recluse myself to my stateroom during the party or just watch. Occasionally, if I'm very horny, I will enjoy one of the women. Some of my guests feel the same way. They appreciate my efforts and do business with me, but they are not highly impressed. After all, why should they be? They are all rich and can hire their own women, if that's what they want."

"I see."

"However, to continue... you are not a professional. Remember when we had our conversation, I specifically asked if you were a pro. You said emphatically that you were not. I can assure you that everyone of my guests will be overwhelmed by you and beside themselves to enjoy your delicious body. And that includes me. I would hope that after the party ends, you will spend even more time on my yacht then and often in the future."

I was silent for awhile. Finally, Jon spoke again.

"I hope you're not offended. If you're not interested in my proposition, then I would like to see you alone... just the two of us... not once, but many times. But I just got the feeling that you would be interested in being the center of attention at the party this Friday night."

Again, I was silent. This time, Jon waited patiently for my response. "Where and at what time Friday should I meet you? I prefer it not to be at my home. I don't want my husband to see you or know who you are."

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A Hot Date with Hubby:

I spent the next three evenings at home with Conrad. Each day after we had eaten dinner, he asked me if I had a date for that evening.

"Why do you keep asking me that, Conrad? I told you that I would always tell you when I was going out on a date. You don't need to keep asking me."

"I'm sorry. It's just hard for me not to ask, you know. That's something that most husbands never have to worry or ask about."

"Maybe you would be more comfortable with and find one of the other options I gave you more enjoyable? With the default option, you get very little information. There is another choice, you know."

"Yeah, I know. The one where tell me anything and everything about your dates that I'd like to know. You even suggested that to make it even more erotic, you would tell me all the hot details while we're fucking."

"Yes... that's the one. Would you like to switch to that rather than stick with the default option?"

"I'll let you know if I change my mind. Tell me, Allison, is there any chance that I could get a hot date with you tonight?"

"Of course! If I haven't already made a date with someone else, I'd love to go out with you. You'll find I've turned into a really hot, sexy date. What do you propose?"

"I want to take you to a hot strip club where we can dance and I can show off my sexy wife. Have you already lost interest? Does that disgust you?"

"Hardly! I wish you had suggested this years ago."

"Good, but I'm not finished. I want you to wear something hot. No... that's not what I want. What I really want is for you to wear something obscene. So outrageous that you have to wear a coat over your outfit until we get inside the club."

My husband hadn't kissed me or even touched me, but he already had me blazing hot. I could feel my vagina seeping and my clit beginning to swell. "Are you sure, Honey? What if I get arrested?"

"Then I'll bail you out and pay the fine, whatever it is, but at this club, I'm sure you won't be arrested."

Slowly, I opened my legs and flashed my panties at my husband. I hadn't done that in a long time... too long. Standing up, I moved over and gave him an open-mouth, hot kiss as I squeezed his cock. He was already hard! I loved it.

"You go put on a pair of tight jeans and tight shirt. Leave your shirt open halfway down your chest. And I don't want to find any shorts or briefs underneath later on. Now, I'm going to my bedroom. You stay out... understand! I have to get ready for a hot date tonight."

It took me 15 minutes to decide what outrageous outfit I was going to wear for my husband. Finally, I decided to give him exactly the type of thing he had requested. After laying the few items I was going to wear on the bed, I showered, did my makeup, perfumed all the important places men like, not counting my pussy since men like the natural aroma of cunt much better than any perfume, and selected a dangling black necklace as my only jewelry. With all that done, I put on my outfit, which comprised thigh-high, patterned, black stockings, a pair of platform, black shoes with straps and five-inch heels, a red G-string and matching halter, and finally a pair of matching red gloves.

When I looked in my full-length mirror and saw my reflection, I almost chickened out, but then thought, "What the hell... this is what my husband wants... so this is what he gets. Let him be the one to chicken out." The halter just barely covered my nipples and a little of my tits. The G-string covered little more than a small triangle at my crotch. Of course, it left my ass totally naked since the strap was concealed between my ass cheeks.

When I returned to our living room and struck a seductive pose in the doorway, Conrad's mouth fell open. He opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was a mixture of a groan and a strangled gasp. "This what you had in mind, Honey? Come on. I'll get a coat to wear so I won't be arrested before we get to the club, and I'm ready."

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When Conrad pulled our car into the parking lot of "The Hot Spot", I had a moment of uneasiness. I hoped none of the men there would let my husband know that I had been there previously with Barry and Jim. I really didn't want anyone telling him that I had given three guys lap dances and let all three of them fuck me.

The place was again crowded, but again, we had no problem finding a table. As soon as the manager saw me in my G-string and halter outfit, he came over and personally escorted us to a table near both the dance floor and the stage. When he was close enough for me to whisper to him without Conrad hearing me, I asked him to not to let my husband know I had been here before. His whispered response reassured me.

"Allison, that is something that is never done at 'The Hot Spot'. Any employee doing that is fired immediately. Any customer shooting off his mouth is barred from the club."

As the manager pulled my chair out for me, we both noticed that Conrad's full attention was on the stage where a gorgeous woman was grinding her ass and displaying her pussy to all the men crowded around the front of the stage.

"Gorgeous isn't she," the manager said to Conrad. "I'm Mason, the manager of The Hot Spot. Please let me know if you need anything." My husband nodded, and Mason continued. "Your lady is even more gorgeous than the woman on the stage. The two of you just entered, but I'm sure you're aware that she has the attention of every man in the place. Would you consider allowing her to dance on the stage? If so, there will be no charge for anything you order, and the cover charge will be waived. I might also mention that she will surely receive several hundred in tips. Those are hers to keep."

I could see my husband's erection growing inside his pants. "I don't know," he responded. "I guess that's up to Allison." He turned to me without asking the obvious question.

For a brief moment, I considered playing the role of the shy, coy wife and saying that I could never strip naked in front of a huge crowd like this. But I quickly discarded that idea and thought, "My husband wants sexy and obscene... Ok... let's give him sexy and obscene."

Aloud, I smiled at Mason and said, "I'd love to dance. It's always been a secret fantasy of mine to be a hot stripper getting a lot of men hard and hot. Do you think I'll be able to get all these jaded men hard, Mason?" I asked as I pushed my tits closer to him.

His response was perfect. "Well, I'm probably more jaded than any other man here, Allison, and you already have my cock hard, I would say that there probably won't be a soft dick in the audience when you dance. After Lorraine finishes, we usually have a 20-minute break before the next dancer takes the stage. I'll arrange for you to be next. So, you'll be on in about 30 minutes."

"How long should I take to dance and strip?"

"As long as you like, but I suggest the most effective time is about 15 minutes. Five minutes to strip and then 10 more minutes to display your body and turn the men on... but it's up to you. Don't take more than ... say 25 minutes."

While we waited for my turn on the stage, Conrad took me out onto the dance floor. From the rear, it looked to those around us like I was naked except for my stockings and heels. My husband's hands were all over me, particularly on my ass. When he pulled my ass cheeks apart to allow all the surrounding men to see the tiny G-string strap that failed to conceal my asshole, I felt his cock contract in a hard spasm against my mound.

"This is really turning you on, isn't it, Honey?" I whispered. "Your cock feels like a steel rebar against me."

"I can't ever remember being this turned on," he groaned. "I may cum in my pants."

"I'd rather you take it out and cum inside me."

"I would be arrested," he protested.

"No way. My guess is that a thousand women a year are fucked some where in this club."

My husband's dick jerked against me even harder. Once more, he spread my ass cheeks and kneaded my buttocks on the now crowded dance floor.

My body suddenly jerked slightly, and a soft groan came from my lips. "What's wrong?" my husband asked.

"Nothing's wrong," I hissed in his ear. "Some guy behind me was sliding his fingers up and down between my ass cheeks that you so thoughtfully spread for him... he just pushed a finger into me, and it's still inside me."

"We'll move."

"NO! Don't move. Just think how erotic this is. You're dancing with your nearly naked wife while some unknown guy is finger fucking her

ass.... Oooohhh, Honey... he's really in deep now. AAaahhhh."

Instead of moving away, Conrad now pushed us closer to the couple behind me. The finger sank all the way into me. "OOohhh god... he's all the way into my ass now, Honey, and he’s shoved another finger into my pussy."

We had stopped dancing and were just moving our bodies about in time to the music. "He's pumping me, Honey... he's fucking my ass and my cunt." I hissed in my husband's ear.

"Aaaahhhh... he's pushing another finger into my cunt.... uunnghhh... three fingers are in me now."

I saw Conrad smiling at the woman dancing with the guy who was fingering me. A moment later, his mouth pressed close to my ear, and he whispered, "She knows he's finger fucking you, Honey."

"Can you reach her ass," I groaned as the fingers moved faster in and out of me.

"No... she's too far away."

"Ask them to join us. You can finger fuck her while I'm dancing... hell, you can fuck her with that hard cock if you want."

I didn't think my husband had the nerve to do it, but I was shocked when I heard him saying, "Your boyfriend is about to make my wife cum. Why don't the two of you join us at our table. Allison's going to strip on the stage next. We can all play while she entertains the crowd."

"Oh, that's so sexy," the woman answered. "Can we, Honey. You can play with her at the table while her sexy husband does me. Then, while she strips, you can both do me."

A deeper male voice then said, "Let's go!" A minute later, we were all seated at our table. Mary and I sat side-by-side with Conrad to Mary's right and Lennard to my left. I couldn't tell what my husband was doing with Mary, but Lennard had his fingers up my pussy and on my clit 10 seconds after we had sat down.

I was getting very close to an orgasm when Mason came over and interrupted us. "It's time for you to take the stage, Allison. If you'll follow me, I'll take you back stage where you can fix your makeup or whatever."

Turning to Lennard, I whispered, "Sorry, Honey. Got to go. You're terrific. Now help my husband take care of Mary while I go do a hot strip."

I followed Mason back stage where he quickly pulled me into his arms and kissed me while his hands explored my ass and tits. "We don't have time right now, but after you dance, I want to fuck you."

"Maybe," I said seductively. A minute later, Mason's voice came over the intercom announcing me. "Ladies and Gentlemen, one of the gorgeous ladies here tonight with her husband has always fantasized about stripping. This will be her first effort, so let's give her a warm welcome and a typical Hot Spot encouragement. Here's ALLISON!"

A roar of applause, shouts, and wolf whistles greeted me as I walked onto the stage, swinging my ass as I moved. The fact that I was almost naked at the start, had the men around the stage screaming. Moving quickly to the edge of the stage, I moved back and forth humping my ass in hot fuck motions. On the second trip, I bent over and shook my dangling tits.

"How big are those huge tits?" came one shout. "Hell, forget how big they are... just take'em out," came a second shout. After that, a steady chant rose urging me to ****** my tits. The chant became a roar when I pulled aside my halter, bent over, and shook my naked tits in front of several men. Before I could move away, three hands had coped a feel of my boobs.

Once more, I made the circuit of the stage's front stopping every few steps to hump my ass and display my tits for the men. On the way back, I squatted with my legs wide open in front the men.

I could feel my pussy throbbing beneath the tiny G-string. Cuntal juices were seeping out of my hole soaking the small triangle of cloth. After making a full circuit and starting back, a woman in the crowd screamed, "Pull that damn G-string aside. Show these randy studs that hot cunt of yours, Honey!" Immediately, another chant started:

"Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Show us the Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!"

I was far too hot to resist. My fingers moved to the G-string and jerked it aside ******** my wet, pulsing hole. On the next pass, each time I squatted in front of the men, they were starting right into the depths of my pussy. I knew I was about to have an orgasm.

On the second trip, I squatted and spread in front of a woman. She wasn't nearly as shy as the men. Immediately, she pushed two fingers into my gushing pussy and rubbed my swollen clit with her thumb. "The hot Bitch is about to cum," she announced to the crowd. That did it! My clit and vagina erupted in hard, spastic contractions bringing a groan from my lips. "SHE'S CUMMING!" the woman screamed. After that, each time I spread in front of the men, someone slipped a finger into my pussy.

As my time on the stage approached 15 minutes, the men started yelling at me to show my ass. "ASS... ASS... ASS... ASS!" they all screamed. I was far too hot to even consider not showing them my ass. On the next couple of trips, instead of squatting, I turned onto my knees and thrust my ass right at the men. Before I completed the second trip, several fingers had explored my ass hole and a couple either rubbed my clit or entered my pussy. I was close to another climax.

For my finale, I laid down right in the center of the stage, hiked my legs high in the air and pulled my knees back toward my tits. The position totally ******* both my cunt and ass holes. As the men clapped and screamed, I pushed two fingers into my cunt and rubbing my clitoris furiously. It only took me 20 seconds or so to explode in a huge orgasm. When I pulled my fingers out, I squirted twice into the air. At this point, several dozen more bills were thrown onto the stage.

After gathering up my tips, being certain to bend at the waist each time, I bowed once more to the audience and made my exit.

Mason was waiting for me as soon as I left the stage. "Quick. I know your husband is waiting. Just bend over the couch. As hot as we both are, it won't take long for us both to cum." It didn't even occur to me to resist. My pussy was on fire. As soon as I bent over, Mason moved me into the best position with his hands on my hips and nailed his rigid shaft into soaked pussy.

"AAAAhhhhhhhhhhh... YES! OOOHH God! I'm already cumming!" I hissed in hot pleasure.

Mason continued to pump me until my orgasm ebbed slightly. When it did, he jerked his dick out of my cunt and drove it into my ass. Four of his seven inches sank into me on the his first thrust. He grunted, pulled back, and hammered all seven inches of dick into me. Frantically, my fingers searched out my engorged, throbbing clit and worked as he fucked my ass. Just as he had predicted, we were both convulsing in orgasm in no more than two minutes.



As soon as Mason pulled his cock out, I stepped into my G-string and adjusted my halter over my tits. When I went back to the front of the club, Conrad was waiting for me.

"Shall we go," he asked. I could see why he wanted to go. His pants were hugely tented by his throbbing erection. My husband obviously wanted to fuck me.

"Ok. Let me put my coat on."

"No Way! I want to take you out to the car just as you are, you sexy witch."

"Well?" I asked after we had gotten into our car.

"Well what?"

"Did you fuck Mary?"

"No. I couldn't?"

"Why not? I gave you permission."

"I might have but I got so hot watching that incredibly slutty strip you did, I shot off in my pants. After that, I was just too embarrassed to ask Mary for sex. She would have seen what had happened."

"So what. She would have loved it."

"Probably, but I wanted you, not her."

"I'm all yours, Honey. Want to fuck me in the back seat right here in the parking lot. You can if you want to."

"No. I want you in bed. Did anyone hit on you tonight?"

"Of course they did. The way I was dressed and after I did that obscene strip, there was no way they weren't going to hit on me."

"Really? When?"

"One guy asked me for sex while I was back stage waiting to dance, and after I had left the stage, three more men told me they wanted to fuck me. I told them my date was waiting for me and I didn't have time. Now come on, Lover. Drive. Get us home so you can take care of my slutty pussy."

Conrad fucked me three times that night and again the next morning. If he noticed Mason's cum load inside my cunt, he didn't say anything."

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Yacht Party:

After dinner on Thursday, I told my husband that he would be on his own Friday evening as I had a date starting at 2 PM. He showed no anger or even mild displeasure. All he said was, "Do you know what time you'll be home?"

"No, I don't. I'm pretty certain it will be sometime Saturday. If it's more than that, I'll call you on your cell phone on Saturday."

"You mean you might be out all weekend?"

"It's possible. At the latest, I'll be home Sunday afternoon."

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Conrad left for work on Friday morning after once again telling me to be careful. I spent the morning getting ready. I bathed, douched, lubricated my anus and colon, did my make up, and selected a set of outfits to wear during the weekend with Jon.

At 1:50 PM, I parked my car at the Hilton and entered the lobby to wait for Jon. Several men checked me out in my red, low-cut and short dress. One man approached me and asked if I would have a drink with him at the bar.

"I would, but I'm waiting for my lover, Honey. Maybe next time."

"Story of my life," he said ruefully. "Anyway... have fun."

I gave him a warm smile. He was obviously very disappointed as he walked away, but I felt great. I just hoped Jon would like the way I looked as much as that guy had.

At precisely 2 PM, a nice-looking, trim man in his late 30's entered the lobby. When he drew closer, I recognized him as the man I had briefly met several weeks before when I was out with Martin on my first date since marrying Conrad. He also recognized me.

"Wow! You're even more gorgeous than I remembered, Allison. Shall we go? I have a full day planned for us."

I took Jon's arm and let me lead me out of the lobby. Parked right in front of the entrance being guarded by the bell captain was an unbelievable 2010 Lamborghini Murcielago. The automobile literally took my breath away. I had never seen such a gorgeous car.

"Oh my god! Is this your car?"

"Yes. I can see you like it. That's great. I hope to show you a lot of things that will take your breath away this weekend, Allison." He opened the door and watched as I slid into the front passenger seat. When I did so, my dress rode high on my thighs. I made no effort to pull it down.

"Your legs put this car to shame for beauty, Allison. Does it turn you on to be riding in such a powerful, beautiful driving machine?"

"Oh yes... I've never paid much attention to cars, but this is something else. It makes me wet to sit here."

"And seeing your beautiful legs and cleavage makes me hard... so it's a fair trade, don't you think?"

"Are you really hard already?"

"Feel."

Reaching across the seat, I wrapped my hand around his shaft... or I should say, I gripped his shaft. There was no way I could possibly get my hand around it. It was like a beer car... thick and hard. My vagina throbbed. "Oohhh," I moaned softly. "That's even more exciting than this car."

"You know just what to say to make a man feel good, Allison. Ready?"

"Oh yes!"

As the powerful car surged forward driving me back against the plush leather seats, my pussy throbbed again spurting into my panties. "OOOohhhhh," I heard myself moan. Riding in this car was like an intense sexual experience.

"I'm driving a fantastic car with an equally fantastic woman beside me... I love it! Take your breasts out ... all the way out, Allison."

"Whatever you say, Jon. But wouldn't you really prefer to have me take out my 36D tits rather than my breasts? Breasts are to feed babies... big tits are for men."

"Good point! Take your big tits out!" Opening the top of my dress, I removed my tits and pulled my shoulders back to thrust them forward.

It was a 30-minute drive to Jon's estate, and estate is the right word. The huge home was as beautiful and as exotic as the Lamborghini. Once we were inside, Jon moved behind me. His arms circled my shoulders as his hands captured my still naked tits. I leaned back against him and enjoyed the luscious feel of his knowing hands cupping, squeezing, and hefting them. When he pulled and twisted my nipples just enough to cause a tinge of pain, a hot groan escaped my lips. His fingers squeezed both nipples causing my vagina to pulse.

"Oh, Honey. You're driving me crazy. Do more... more," I moaned.

"Soon...soon, but right now, it's your turn. Take out my cock, Allison. I want you to learn to deep throat me."

"You don't think I can?"

"No. But I'm sure you will learn."

Kneeling in front of him, I opened his pants and, together with his briefs, pulled both down his thighs. His hugely thick prick thrust toward my face. Somewhere between seven and eight inches, I had recently had several pricks longer than Jon's, but none... absolutely none... as thick. It was like a beer car or even bigger. When I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers lacked at least an inch of being able to touch.

"Oh Jon," I gasped. "I think you're right. It's going to take some practice for me to learn to take this thing down my throat. You're just fucking huge!"

"Suck as much as you can, Allison, and then jack off the rest."

After several tries, I had almost half of Jon's monster dick in my mouth. The big head was pressing against my throat, but I couldn't take any more of it. What I could get into my mouth, I sucked hard as my tongue slid over the pulsing head and around his cock ridge. At the same time, I did as Jon had ordered and jacked off the base of his cock.

"MMMM... Oh yeah, Allison. That's good. You're already taking more than most women can even after practicing for weeks. Jack me faster, Baby. Get me ready to shoot but don't take me over the edge."

I sucked Jon's dick for almost five minutes before my legs got tired. Pulling over to a chair, I sat down and continued to suck and jack him. After another five minutes, I could feel his rod jerking and pulsing. He was getting ready to explode his load. I stopped.

"Not this time. Later. I want my first load to fill your pussy. But first, I want to take some pics of you. Are you Ok with that? You have my word that no one else will see them."

"Whatever you like, Jon. You can even show them to your friends if you like, but please don't post them on the internet where my husband or his friends might see them."

After getting his expensive digital camera set up, he said, "Pull up your dress, Allison. Show me your panties... Slide you fingers into the top just a little."

"Allison, you're just gorgeous... sensuous beyond words. You won't believe how many times I'm going to fuck you this weekend. Now, pull the panties aside so I can see your cunt."

"I love your shaved pussy and your big clit, Honey. I can tell that when I suck it, you're going to go wild. Turn around and bend over. Show me your hot ass. Keep your panties pulled aside so your cunt shows too."

"You lubricated your asshole and colon before you left home, didn't you, you hot, luscious slut."

"I did... I wanted to be ready for you."

"Are you ready for me?"

"Oh yesssss... you can fuck me anytime you want... as much as you want."

"Get down on the floor on your knees. Spread your legs wide open and arch your ass as if you're waiting for a man to mount you."

"Are you ready to be fucked, Allison?"

"Please... do it to me," I moaned.

"Get up and bend over the counter, Allison. Arch your ass high."

My tits were hanging out of the top of my dress, and the hem was up around my waist as I bent over the counter, spread my feet far apart, and waited. Jon held me about the waist and pushed his huge cock against my pussy.

"AAaahhhhhhh! Oooooohhh... ggghhaaaa!"\

I felt my pussy lips being forced inward as the large cap on Jon's cock worked its way into my opening. I groaned helplessly when my labia spread wider and wider until the cock head burst into my vagina. The thick shaft started inward, stretching the walls of my pussy more than they had ever been stretched. The further in he pushed his dick, the more my vagina was forced to expand to accommodate its girth. The friction being exerted against my clit and G-spot was fantastic. Again and again, my clitoris and vagina contracted in hard, sensuous spasms ripping a loud cry of sheer ecstasy from my lips.

Jon managed to get five inches of his massively thick shaft into me on the first thrust. Pulling back, he squirted some lubricating astroglide on his cock and drove it back into my waiting cunt. This time, his entire length entered me and thudded hard against my cervix.

Once he was fully buried inside my pussy, Jon fucked me hard, his body hammering against mine with each thrust. Suddenly, without warning, I hit a peak in which my entire body arched and shuddered uncontrollably. I screamed... then I howled... as the orgasm raced up the length of my tightly plugged pussy.

"I'm cumming... oh god, Jon. I'm cumming so fucking hard! Shoot in me. Fill me, Lover. Cum in my cunt!"

"This first time, I prefer your ass." Slowly, he pulled his thick organ out of my still throbbing vagina. As his cock exited my pussy, two of his fingers pressed into my rectum, thrusting and pumping me at a steady rate. I couldn't keep from shoving my ass back against his probing hand.

My vagina and clit were still twitching in the aftermath of my intense orgasm. As the fingers moved back and forth inside my ass, I felt myself rising toward another peak. When Jon slowed the motion of his fingers, I pushed my buttocks back to force them into me even deeper. In moments, I was literally fucking my ass on his fingers.

I heard myself moaning again. I moaned even louder when he removed his fingers from my ass. "No... don't stop," I groaned. "Put them back inside me... please."

Jon responded, but instead of his fingers, I felt his cock pressing against my anus. Using his hands to spread my cheeks, his cock head pressed hard against my anal opening... working back and forth. I tried to relax as Jon squirted more lubricant onto his cock and my hole.

Once again, I felt his cock demanding entrance. His hands held me steady. He pushed harder and my sphincter opened to his thick shaft allowing his cock to enter me. Taking quick advantage, he forced two inches of dick into my rectum. I grunted with the incredible feeling of fullness.

Working his cock in and out, Jon stretched my rectum until the first three inches of his cock were moving smoothly inside my ass. His hand spread my buttocks even wider... his pulled all but an inch of his cock out of me ... and then his powerful hips drove it back into my depths. I let out a loud howl of pleasure mixed with pain.

"OOOOhhhh god, Jon. You're too big... It's just huge... Go easy, Baby. Never had anything this big and thick in my ass before."

For five minutes, Jon worked his cock deeper into my back passage... stretching my anus into a huge hole. When six inches were inside me, the pain began to fade completely to be replaced with incredibly erotic sensations like I had never felt before. The feeling of fullness and pressure had me writhing in ecstasy.

Once Jon's cock was fully buried, he pressed it deep and held it there while his fingers stroked my swollen, erect clitoris making me gasp repeatedly. Finally, he began to fuck me. Slowly, his organ slipped out of my back passage until only the head remained. He paused and again pushed forward. I sobbed with pleasure as his cock sank back into my ass. He squirted some more astroglide on his dick and plunged it back into me harder. Soon, he was fucking me like a jack hammer. My body shuddered, shook. I came hard, screaming every time my ass throbbed about his huge dick.

In the middle of my orgasm, Jon pulled his dick halfway out of my ass and just held it there, motionless. Frantically, I humped up from the counter and swallowed the rest of his organ with my ass. A moment later, I wasn't being ass fucked so much as I was fucking Jon's cock with my ass.

"OOohhh god... I'm about to cum again, Jon. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" I begged.

Holding me against the counter with a hand between my shoulder blades, he started thrusting into me vigorously. The erotic squishing sounds his thick shaft made every time it entered the cylinder of my ass filled the room. My excitement rose higher and higher until it felt like my body was just going to explode.

When I heard Jon grunting and felt his cock throbbing inside me as he prepared to shoot, a shuddering, loud scream erupted from my lips. My upper body arched backwards as my legs straightened arching my ass against Jon's ramming piston. He moaned and then growled as his balls spewed their load into my butt.



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After a short rest, we stripped each other and cuddled together caressed each other. Finally, we got up and prepared a light lunch and then took a refreshing dip in his huge pool.

Jon didn't allow me to enjoy the water very long, of course, He was just too anxious to get his cock back into my wet, and now very eager, pussy. Leading me to the day bed beside the bathhouses, Jon laid down on his back, grinned at me, and said, "It's your turn to be on top, Allison. Get on my dick and fuck me good, Honey."

When I lowered my pussy over his huge dick and felt it stretching my vagina wide once again, I sighed in hot female pleasure as I let my hips sink downward forcing his sex spike up my pussy. I rode my stud hard, and he hammered his dick up into my descending vagina even harder. In moments, I was cumming and screaming.

He laughed at my uncontrolled pleasure. "The neighbors are all going to know that I'm fucking you, Allison."

"I don't care! Fuck me harder with that huge dick!"

"I don't care either," he growled as he jack hammered his cock into me.

"GGGHHHHAAAAA... YOU’RE FUCKING ME WITH YOUR MONSTER COCK!! GIVE IT TO ME, LOVER… I'M CUMMING!"

As soon as my orgasm had abated, Jon rose to his feet while keeping my cunt impaled on his iron-hard, massive cock. It was really a feat of strength. Bouncing me on his cock as if I weighed almost nothing, he carried me into the bedroom where he bounced me even harder until I was shaking in another orgasm.

Lying down on the bed, he again ordered me ride him, but this time in reverse position. For the next ten minutes, we fucked like rabbits until we both had screaming orgasms. This time, it was my throbbing pussy that received his huge cum load.

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At 5 PM, Jon said it was time for me to get ready for the party on his yacht. "It starts around 6:30 PM, so you've got an hour to get ready. Wear something hot, but don't worry too much about exactly what outfit to wear. I doubt that you'll be wearing it very long."

After taking a long bath, I once again lubed myself and fixed my makeup. Keeping Jon’s admonition in mind, I wore very little… essentially nothing. After slipping into a skimpy black G-string that did nothing more than cover my pussy, I put on a black, see-thru mesh top. The holes in the mesh were so large that all of my tits and nipples were on display. From behind, even this totally revealing mesh ended without covering all of my ass. My legs were adored with thigh-high, self-supporting black mesh stockings that matched the wide mesh of my top. To make my outfit absolutely obscene, I put a pair of over-the-knee black boots with 5-inch stiletto heels.

When I checked out my appearance in the full-length bedroom mirror, I almost chickened out. I didn’t just look hot; I looked whorishly slutty. Before leaving, I put on a coat that covered me to mid-thigh to avoid possible embarrassment to Jon in case we had to be out in public.

The drive to Jon's large yacht took about twenty minutes. When we arrived, two crew members carried our luggage on board, and Jon gave me a tour of his spacious yacht. Like his automobile and his mansion, his yacht was lavishly furnished and just gorgeous.

"The party's going to being on deck as soon as we're well away from shore. We'll party until dark and then have dinner. You can change into a different outfit for the evening while the crew prepares the meal. When we're done, we're going to play some poker. When any guest gets tired of the game, you can entertain him in one of the bedrooms. Any questions?"

"What about those sexy crew members? Are they going to join us?"

"No way. Remember, it's first names only. Oh… there’s one more think I should mention. Since I’ve invited six guests plus myself, four or five of us will be spending a lot of time just watching and jerking off. To avoid that unpleasant circumstance, two other lovely ladies will be joining us at some point. I hope that’s ok with you.”

“It’s absolutely fine… in fact, I was beginning to worry about having to satisfy 7 or 8 men.”

The guests began arriving around shortly before 6:30 PM. By 6:45, all six guests were on board. As heads of companies and large business enterprises, I had expected them to be much older... probably in their 50's or early 60's. I was surprised and pleased when they turned out to be much younger. Three of the men looked to be in their late 30s, two more in their 40's, while the oldest was certainly no more than 55. I had never been fucked by anyone older than 40 and found the thought rather erotic.

After greeting all his guests and introducing me as a "beautiful addition to his company", Jon announced that everyone was on board and gave the crew instructions to cast off. They moved efficiently, and we were on our way in no more than five minutes.

As soon as we were underway, the party started. The younger men were somewhat shy, but Kent, who Jon later told me was 53, was far more experienced and confident. When he introduced himself, his hands roamed over my nearly naked ass. I moved closer to let him know that I welcomed his touch. He grinned and moved his hand onto my equally naked tits.

"You're a welcome change from what we usually see at business parties, Allison. In fact, you look like an erotic wet dream in that outfit.”

"Oh? Really? Frankly, I've been worried that I wouldn't be nearly as beautiful as the exotic women Jon says will be joining us later."

"You're every bit as gorgeous, but the best part is that you're not a pro. Jon tells us that you're married, and that your husband knows you date, but nothing else. Is that right?"

"Yes. Does that disgust you?"

"Hardly! There's nothing more erotic and sensuous than a married woman. All I've done is touch your ass, and you've already gotten me hard as stone."

Since had no hesitation about feeling me up, I decided to return the favor. My hand dropped to his crotch and stroked the hard shaft beneath his pants. "MMmmm... you're not kidding. It's hard. Really hard."

At that point, Marvin and Stan joined us. Stan appeared to be about 45 while Marvin was maybe 38. "She's already got me hard," Kent informed the other men.

“I’m not surprised in least. In that outfit, she would get wet spaghetti hard,” Marvin commented as his hand joined Kent’s on my ass while Stan’s moved between my thighs.

With three hands now roaming over my tits and ass, and another stroking my clitoris through my G-string, there was no way I could stop my hips from undulating beneath their hands. At that point, Pierre approached and hefted my tits. "Nice rack," he commented. "How big are they?"

"36D," I moaned as I now had male fingers stroking my slit, my clit, and sliding in and out of my lubricated ass.

“I love the boots too,” Pierre moaned as she pressed his crotch against to top of one of my boots and began to dry fuck against it. By this time, Kent and Marvin had pulled my mesh top aside baring my tits, which they quickly captured in their hands. A moment later, both of my nipples were being licked and sucked.

I hissed with pleasure as my ass undulated under the stroking hands. Pierre was now humping even faster against my boot while Stan gradually worked his fingers beneath my G-string and onto my hard, erect clit

"Gorgeous tits," Pierre gasped as he ground his erect cock against my boot.

"Yeah... a hot cunt too," Stan added as his fingers probed me.

"Put your heel up on the chair, Allison, so we can get a better look at your pussy," Wayne ordered. With fingers inside my pussy and ass, I didn't even consider refusing.

Surrounded by five men, I stood unmoving as they explored my body. Wayne and Marvin were hefting my tits and sucking my nipples. Both Kent and Stan were busy fingering my pussy... stretching and working my clitoris at the same time. I couldn't keep my ass still... particularly not with Pierre dry fucking my boots while he finger fucked my anus.

These men appeared to have practiced exciting a woman like this many times. Their fingers moved over and inside my body in concert. While Kent and Stan pumped their fingers in and out of my seeping vagina, Pierre would sink his deeper into my back passage. Marvin and Wayne had sucked my nipples to the point that they were hard and swollen. I moaned in helpless passion as they worked my body.



Finally, I gasped, "I'm about to cum. If you want me to cum the first time on your cocks, you need to stop... I can't hold back much longer."

The men nodded, and one-by-one, their hands and fingers left my body. Up to this point Norman had been left out of the fun. He had waited patiently while watching the other men work me into a sexual frenzy. Now, he moved forward and very quickly stripped me of my mesh top. Simultaneously, Kent and Stan ripped off my G-string baring my cunt.

Norman’s fingers immediately sank into my vagina which he used to pull me over to the spacious couch.

“Bend over! Show me your cunt and ass holes, Allison,” he ordered as he began to remove his clothing. I not only followed Norman’s orders, I arched my ass, and undulated seductively and spread my buttocks for his viewing pleasure. When he lowered his jockey briefs, an eight-inch, monstrously hard cock thrust straight toward the ceiling.

"Get on you knees, Allison and suck me," he commanded. As I knelt in front of him, the other five men surrounded us slowly stroking their hard dicks. After licking the length of his shaft several times, I made it disappear into my mouth and then, a moment later, down my throat. My tits bounced erotically as Norman fucked my mouth.

After a few minutes, the hot stud had me mount his cock. At first he drove it deep into my cunt. When his rod was dripping with my juices, he pulled out, moved it a few inches and again drove it in deep… this time into my ass. As he jack hammered it in and out me, there was no way I could keep my fingers off of my engorged clitoris. Rubbing it frantically, I had my first orgasm of the evening as eight inches of cock drilled my asshole.

“On your knees… ass arched high,” Norman ordered. I assumed the position and he rammed his throbbing cock back into my waiting rectum when he quickly deposited a huge cum load.


When Norman pulled his still semi-hard cock from my flooded rectum, Stan pulled my body atop his. I aligned my cunt with his cock and he slammed it into me… hard… deep. I grunted and then shrieked as Pierre’s cock filled my asshole for the second time. As the two men screwed me, Wayne tilted my head back and pressed his rigid organ against my lips. My mouth opened and his cock filled my throat. Kent and Marvin moved closer and watched as the three men fucked all my holes.

"OOOMMMPPPFFF! UUNNGGHH!" The sounds coming from me were garbled and unintelligible, which wasn't surprising since my mouth was filled with a hard cock. As the cock inside my ass pushed deeper at the same time as Stan’s rod was sliding outward, my right hand moved automatically to my clit and pussy while my left hand circled Kent’s hard cock.

Suddenly, Wayne groaned, "Ooohh god... her mouth's like a suction pump. Can't hold it.... gonna cum! Get ready, Allison." I grunted and nodded to indicate he could shoot it in anytime he wanted.

"OOOohhhh FUCK! Here it comes!" Wayne's first load just exploded into my mouth. Again and again, his prick pumped thick gushes of semen into me. Halfway through, he jerked his dick out of my mouth and shot the last half of his load all over my boots.

As Wayne's orgasm ebbed, the cock in my hand pulled away... obviously not wanting to shoot his first load onto the deck. Pierre, however, had no intention of pulling his cock out of me until he had emptied his balls. Again and again, he drove his dick into my ass. I tightened my sphincter around his shaft bringing grunts of hot masculine pleasure from his lips. He was too hot to last long. Within a couple of minutes, I felt him shooting jet after jet of thick semen into my butt. The hard contractions of Pierre’s cock coupled the spasms shooting through my vagina triggered Stan’s orgasms. Pierre was still shooting into my ass when Stan’s load exploded inside my cunt.

When Stan and Pierre pulled their rods out of me, Marvin and Kent put me on my back and pulled my legs all the way back to ****** my stretched and cum-filled holes. At almost the same instant, two more iron-hard cocks filled my cunt and ass. Ten minutes or so later, two more copious cum loads were oozing out of my anus and pussy.

At this point, we took a break to allow the men to rest while I took a shower, changed my outfit, and repaired my hair and makeup.

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By the time I returned to the party, two other women had arrived, as Jon had informed me. Cora, a hot blonde, was naked except for her four-inch heels while the brunette, Barbara, wore a black corset with black, mesh thigh-high stockings and heels, however, none of her garments covered her tits, ass, or cunt. With two more hot women available, I wasn’t surprised to find all six of the men sported throbbing, hard erections.

Cora was kneeling in front of Marvin, Pierre, and Kent sucking their cock one after the other. She kept her hands wrapped around the two cocks that were waiting their turn inside her mouth. As I watched her moving from one hard shaft to another, I couldn’t keep my fingers off of my clit.

Barbara was servicing Stan, Wayne, and Norman with her mouth and hands in same way Cora was doing with her three men.

The two women sucked each cock for about 30 seconds before moving on to the next throbbing rod. It didn't take long before they had all six men right on the edge. Their cocks were rock hard jerking and throbbing as they got closer to cumming. I now had two fingers working back and forth in my cunt as I furiously rubbed my pulsing clitoris. Cora and Barbara were both about to get drenched with cum.

Jon’s guests, however, had other plans for their cum loads. Almost as if they had practiced in advance, each of the women were carried to large facing couches on opposite sides of the room. Once there, cocks quickly filled their cunts, asses, and mouths. The dull thudding sounds of cocks hammering into the bottom of Cora and Barbara’s sex holes were accompanied by muffled moans and gasps from the two women.

One by one, the men shot off inside a cunt or ass hole. After cumming, the guy would switch positions with whoever was mouth fucking the woman. At that point, the woman’s muffled gasps and moans would quickly change to loud shrieks of female pleasure as long as her mouth remain empty.


After the men had all gotten off inside Cora and Barbara, it was there turn to freshen up and change into new outfits. That again left me with all six men.

It wasn’t’ long before Norman and Stan were again hard. I opened my mouth when they approached, and a moment later, Stan’s rod was down my throat while I jacked off Norman. Marvin and Wayne edged closer and jacked off as they watched me pleasure their friends. Stan was groaning as he pumped his dick all the way down my throat.

When I knew that Stan was about to ejaculate, I switched immediately to Norman's throbbing shaft. I didn't have to do any work with him. Every time I returned to his dick, he rose up over me, held my head back with both hands, and rammed his eight inches all the way down my throat in hard, rapid fuck strokes that had me moaning about his pulsing dick. I treated Norman exactly as I had Stan. As soon as I knew that he was about to pump his load into my throat, I jerked away and returned to Stan's eager cock.

After switching back and forth between the men several times, they were both begging me to let them cum. "Oh shit, you hot bitch. Let me cum," Stan begged.

Norman echoed the same, "Fuck! You're driving me crazy, Allison. Finish me! Damn you! FINISH ME!"

When I knew that both men had reached the absolute limit of their endurance and their patience, I gave them both ten seconds of deep throat and then knelt with my mouth wide open and my tongue out.

"Ok, you hot Bastards. Cream my face and tits. Shoot your loads into my mouth hole and all over me. With their cocks right on the verge of exploding, they were in no position to argue. Stan moved close, aimed his dick right at my open mouth, jerked it hard several times, and unloaded six or seven huge volleys of sperm-filled semen into my mouth and all over my lips, tongue, and face. Long strands of cum were swinging from my chin when he finally finished.

As soon as Stan was shooting blanks, Norman pushed him out of the way and desperately moved his throbbing, jerking phallus right in front of my sperm-filled mouth and drenched face. He only had jerk his rod twice before the first huge gush shot out drenching me. Two more spurts hit my nose and chin causing the cum ropes to grow even longer. At that point, he tilted my head back and used his fingers to pull my mouth open even wider. "Stick your tongue out!" he ordered. I did, and he quickly shot the remainder of his load straight down onto my face, all over my extended tongue, and into my gaping mouth hole.

As the men moved away, Jon handed me a wet towel to clean my face and a dry one to finish up. "Thank you, Darling," I whispered. "Are you totally disgusted with your girlfriend now?"

Leaning close, he spoke directly into my ear so only I could hear. "Disgusted? Hardly. I'm in love with you. You're the most sensuous, delicious woman I've ever met. We'll talk more of this later."

I was stunned to say the least. "Do you really mean that?" I gasped.

"Absolutely. As I say, we'll talk later."

"Fuck me, Darling. I want you."

"The party is for my friends. I'll have you tonight and all day tomorrow. Now Marvin and Wayne are going crazy. If you don't take care of them quickly, they'll shoot off all over the deck."

Wayne and Marvin were raging, lust-filled tigers. Pushing Wayne onto his back, I got between his legs, leaned over and took his hard dick into my mouth while cupping and stroking his balls. Marvin mounted me from the read and slammed his cock up my cunt. All seven inches raced down my soaked tunnel until his balls bounced off my clit.

"UUNNGGHHH... YESSSSSSSSSS! FUCK ME!" I screamed.

Both men were yelling at the same time. "Take my cock, you hot Slut... UGH! UGH! TAKE UP YOUR CUNT... FUCK MY COCK!" From beneath me, Wayne screamed, "SUCK IT... SUCK ME!"

"I want cocks in my cunt and asshole. Can you two handle that job?" I hissed at the men. "I don't care who does my ass and who does my cunt... I just want my holes full of your dicks. NOW!"

The men didn't even discuss who was going to take which of my holes... they just seemed to know. Marvin laid down on his back and pulled me on top of his body in reverse position. "Raise up, Allison, so I can get my cock up your ass. Hurry. I'm about to shoot off."

Lifting my hips, I adjusted his cock against my anus and pressed downward at the same time as he thrust his cock upward. It entered my thoroughly lubricated ass easily. Wayne pushed my hips downward impaling me completely on Marvin's thick shaft.

"OOOHHHHHHHHH Fuck Yessss!" I howled as it sank all the way into me.

Marvin now assisted Wayne by pulling my legs back to open up my wet pussy. Staring down at my open hole, he didn't need my help in aligning his prick to enter me. His hips snapped forward driving the cock up my cunt. As the two men fucked me fore and aft, I couldn't stop wailing. As hot as they both were, I still exploded in an intense orgasm before either man shot off.

The intense contractions of both my ass and cunt around their embedded cocks got both men off at almost the same time. The two dicks contracted and shot... again and again. With each ejaculation, the men grunted and howled. As more and more cum pumped into me, I came again... even harder than previously. That sucked even more semen from each man's nearly drained balls.

Finally both men collapsed. My legs fell to the deck of the boat. My body shuddered repeatedly. When Wayne got off my body, I rolled away. Immediately, Pierre hoisted me to my knees and spread my ass cheeks apart. All six men watched as a thick river of semen flowed out of my widely stretched pussy and ass holes.

Once again, Jon intervened. "I think we should take a short break so Allison can go below and freshen up. We have a long, sensuous evening ahead of us, and we need to let her rest for awhile. Say 15 minutes. Ok?" There were no objections, so I headed down the stairs to my bedroom room. As I passed Jon, I whispered, "Thank you, Honey." He smiled at me as I went below.

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The dinner was excellent as was the vintage wine. After dinner, the men set up the poker table and began a game of rather high stakes Texas Hold'em poker. At least, it seemed like high stakes to me, but Jon assured me that to these men, the stakes were almost trivial.

Before dinner, I had changed into a tight, red sheathe dress that didn't quite make it all the way to mid-thigh. It was low-cut with narrow straps around my neck, but that was really irrelevant since I knew these randy studs would have me out of the dress very quickly. What I hoped they would enjoy were my five-inch heels and hot, dark thigh-high stockings with a black garter belt and straps along with my sheer black, bikini panties.

Cora and Barbara wore even less than I did. They were both attired in see-thru, form-fitting negligees that failed to cover either their ass or cunt. Unlike me, their legs were bare, and both wore wicked five-inch stiletto heels.

Every time I crossed my legs during dinner, I let my dress ride up high on my thighs ******** the tops of my stockings and the garter straps. I was surprised when I realized that every man, including Jon, spent more time looking at my legs and panties than they did eating or drinking or in checking out Cora and Barbara’s totally ******* pussies. Actually, I shouldn’t have been surprised since everyone knows that an erotically dressed female with her charms partially concealed is more erotic than a totally naked woman.

After dinner, Jon told us we were to be the hostesses and make certain that the men had whatever they wanted to drink or bring them food when requested. If anyone wanted to take a break from the poker game, we were to be available for their entertainment in the adjoining bedroom.

"Are you girls too worn out from all the earlier sex?" Jon asked truly concerned.

"That's really nice of you to ask, Darling, but a woman can wear out ten men. They'll wear out long before we do. Sorry, but that's just the way women are built. I don't know why mother nature made it so, but I'm glad she did," I said with a grin. Cora and Barbara both nodded in agreement.

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For the first thirty minutes of the poker game, we all brought drinks and snacks to the table. Every time I set a drink in front of one of the men, he took the opportunity to slip his hands under my sheathe and feel me up. After thirty minutes, I had had a dozen hands on my ass, thighs, and pussy. Most of the men had slipped their fingers under my panties and into my vagina. Since Cora’s and Barbara’s pussies were *******, they were both being finger fucked every time they approached the table.

When no one indicated that they wanted something, I sat on a nearby table with my legs dangling over the edge and my dress up almost to my hips. Cora kept her legs crossed, but Barbara reclined on a couch with one heel up on sofa and the other one planted on the floor. I got the attention of the men for awhile, but eventually their attention turned to Barbara’s wide open legs. I wasn’t particularly thrilled with that. Barbara noticed and whispered, “Lose the dress and panties, Honey.”

Lifting my legs up onto the table, I leaned to the side supporting myself with one hand on the table top. Stan, who had apparently folded his hand, looked over at me. When he saw my legs pressed together on the table top, he was obviously disappointed that the sexy view of my thighs and panties had been removed. He smiled at me and again turned his attention back to the game.

The next hand, Stan got nothing worth playing and folded his hand again. Automatically, he glanced over in my direction to see if the view had improved. It had... markedly. I was still supporting myself with one hand on the table and my bottom leg still rested on the table top. However, my other heel was now planted on the table top with my knee steepled and my legs wide open. My sheath and black panties were gone. Stan lost all interest in the poker game.

Stan clued Marvin in, and a moment later, they both had their eyes locked on my cunt. I spread even wider.

"Anyone need anything?" I asked. All the men turned toward us, and all lost interest in the game. Cora had now opened her legs, and seven pairs of eyes were visually assaulting our cunts... not that any of us minded in the slightest.

"Well?" I asked again.

"Well what?" Wayne mumbled as his eyes shifted from one naked pussy to another.

"I asked if any of you guys needed anything? Wanted anything?" "Yeah. Hell yes, we need something."

"Yes?"

"We need for all of you to get your sexy bodies into the lounge," Pierre said in a near moan.

"No way. We’re supposed to bring you guys food and drink."

"Lift you hips... show us your hot cunt and your ass, Allison. When we fold, we'll have something interesting to do while we wait for the next deal," Kent pleaded.

"I'll think about it. Go back to your game."

The men grumbled a little until Pierre said, "Come on, Norman. It's your deal."

While Norman dealt the next hand, I turned onto my back and planted both heels on the table top with my knees steepled and my legs open. The men were looking over their cards when I spread my feet as wide as the table top permitted. I was now in perfect missionary fucking position. When the betting prior to the flop started, I spread my labia apart. The obscene position totally ******* my wet cunt. I settled back on the table and waited.

Marvin folded his cards and looked in my direction. "Holy Fuck! That's so fucking hot!" he yelled. The other six men looked over and all lost interest in their cards.

Marvin tossed his cards aside and moved over to the table. He quickly shoved my legs even wider. Once he had me spread to his satisfaction, his face pressed between my thighs and onto my cunt. I felt his tongue exploring my sex trench. Hunching my ass off the table, I groaned. The tongue found my erect clit, and my groans changed to wild gasps of pleasure. Fingers plunged into my gushing hole as my clit was sucked hard into his mouth.

I heard Wayne yelling, "Suck her. Suck her cunt. Make her cum!"

At the same time, I heard Cora and Barbara moaning as the men pleasured them. “Oh gawd Yes! Stick it in … all the way in… fuck me hard, Norman,” Cora hissed.

“OOoohh fuck! He’s all the way in me… Fucking meee! Uunngghh… harder, Kent… Ram it into me… aaahhhhh,” Barbara howled.

"OOOohhhhh god, YES! Suck me!" I hissed in hot ecstasy. Marvin sucked my clit into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue. My pussy just detonated. The hard contractions caused me to squirt all over his face.

At that point, all interest in the poker game ended. The men didn’t even bother to collect their winnings. The piles of money just lay on the table of no apparent interest to any of the men whose only concern was getting us into the yacht’s lounge as quickly as possible.

Once there, all three of us very quickly were entertaining two rigid cocks in one way or another. Pierre’s cock was ramming in and out of my squishing vagina driving my hips deep into the couch on every stroke. Stan’s fingers were in my ass as he cupped and sucked my tits. My moans mixed with Cora’s shrieks as Wayne’s cock plowed her asshole and Barbara’s passionate howls Kent’s cock switched back and forth between her cunt and assholes.

Pierre grabbed my ankles and lifted them high over my head. The position put my ass in perfect fucking position. Without a word being said between us, he nailed his dick into my cum-soaked rectum. Stan’s fingers were down working rapidly over my engorged clitoris.

“OH SHIT! THEY’RE BOTH FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEE!” we all heard Cora howl as Wayne rammed her ass while Marvin’s cock pumped her cunt.

“ME TOO! ME TOO!” Barbara squealed as her heels pointed straight at the ceiling flailing wildly and jerking back and forth in response to the hard fucking Kent and Norman were giving her cunt and ass holes.


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The party broke up at noon on Saturday but not before all six of the guests had fucked me again. When the last guest left the dock in his limo and Cora and Barbara had departed, Jon was all over me in a flash. His hugely thick shaft was rigid and throbbing before we even managed to reach a bed. Shoving my legs open, he was balls deep inside me on his first thrust. Once he was fully planted in my vagina, he hammered his cock into like he were trying to drive railway spikes. I screamed and howled in one orgasm after another.

Jon's load creamed my pussy in less than three minutes. He didn't even slow down. His thick piston churned the cum load into a thick white froth that coated his dick and my pussy lips. I came again just before Jon's second load gushed into my hole.

After ejaculating his second load, his strokes slowed, but his dick still seemed iron hard. "I don't believe it," I moaned. "you're still hard... like iron."

"Oh yeah... can't help it. After twenty four hours of watching the hottest woman on the planet having sex, what did you expect?"

"I had hoped for exactly what I'm getting, but I wasn't sure whether to expect it or not. In the future, I'll know. Fuck my ass, Darling. Shove my legs back and fuck my ass," I urged. Jon gave me just what I had asked for.

"UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH! GGHHAAAAAAAA... BIG HUGE DICK! IT'S GOING INNNNNNNNN!"

"You're stretching meeeee, Jon. It feels fantastic! Deeper... please, Honey. Give me all your thick cock. Fuck meeeeeeeeeee!"

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Jon screwed me for over an hour before he rolled off my body leaving me panting with semen running from both my pussy and anus. The five loads he had put into me had filled both of my holes.

"Five times... my god, Jon. You fucked me five times in maybe an hour and a half. That's amazing!"

"You're the one who's amazing, Allison."

"I loved it!" I cooed snuggling close to his body. "Just loved it."

"Me too, Allison... me too, but it's a lot more than just loving to fuck you. I've never been married. Did I tell you that before?"

"No. You didn't."

"Well, it's true. But I want to change that. I never thought I'd meet a woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but I have. I know you've been playing the field to 'see what's out there', as you put it, so you'd know if you wanted to stay married to Conrad or not. I want you to divorce him and marry me. Do I have a chance?"

I was stunned. "You want to marry me even knowing how much of a slut I am?"

"You're not a slut. You're a highly sexed, sensuous woman who only pulled that train yesterday and this morning because I asked you to do it. I've always dreamed of having a beautiful, sensuous woman for my wife... now I've found the one I want. Divorce Conrad, Allison, and marry me."

"I would love to be married to you, Jon. You're handsome, sexy, virile, rich, and considerate. Your huge cock gives me orgasm after orgasm, and you're kinky and wild, like me. Like now... your cock's getting hard again. Unbelievable!"

"So, you'll divorce Conrad and marry me?"

"I'll have to think about it, Honey. I also love my husband even though he doesn't match your ability in bed or have your money. I invited him to share all my erotic experiences, but he refused. He's certainly not as kinky and as erotic as you. I'll have to think about it. I want to talk to my husband first."

"Of course. I have another request."

"What?"

"If you won't divorce Conrad and marry me, will you be my permanent mistress? See me regularly say two days a week... party with me like this weekend once or twice a month. Let me shower you with gifts or whatever pleases you?"

"If I don't marry you, I would love to be your mistress, Jon."

"What if Conrad objects?"

"He hasn't seriously objected so far, but if he does, I'll probably get the divorce you want. Just give me some time to think and to talk with him. I promise to give my answer within a month."

"You can have all the time you want, Darling. No time limit. I'll just wait patiently and hope for the best."

"Thank you, Honey. Now, I have something to ask you."

"Anything. What is it?"

"Would you mind if I practice deep throating that huge cock of yours. You said yourself that I need to practice. Can I?"

Rolling onto his back, I saw that my lover's cock was almost fully hard again. "MMmmmmm... please... can I suck it?"

"It's all yours, Allison. Enjoy."

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One Month Later:

For the next month, things continued pretty much as they had been for the previous two months. I continued to date Jon once or twice a week, and provided the "entertainment" at two more of his parties. There were again six guests at the first one, none of them the men I had fucked at the previous party. Only five showed up for the second party because one of the guests came down with a bad cold the night before the party.

I also dated Martin again, but it wasn't nearly as exciting as it had been the first time. Barry and Jim each fucked me a couple of times, and Marcus banged me again when I accidentally met him at a club. We went to his apartment, and I spent almost two hours taking his big schlong up all my holes.

The week after the first party on Jon's yacht, I stopped by the Hilton in the late afternoon and met Anton. He was every bit as handsome and sexy as Kristin had said he was. I flirted with him for maybe a half hour before he grinned and said, "You're really sexy, Allison. I'd love to fuck you. Are you interested?"

Although shocked and taken aback by his blunt approach, I heard myself saying yes. The next night, I waited at the bar until his shift ended. We left immediately, and within 15 minutes, we were in a room at the Marriott with Anton's 9.5 inch dick fucking my ass into the mattress. He was a full inch longer than Jon, but not as thick.

By 3 AM, I had cum at least 15 times, and he had fucked seven times, five times in my cunt and twice in my ass. In addition, I had sucked him off once. Kristin hadn't exaggerated Anton's staying and recovery powers either. I was totally hooked on his big, always hard, pounding cock. When he told me to bend over, I bent over with my feet wide apart. If he told me to take off my panties in public, they came off. Once he even had me ask a total stranger to take off my panties. The guy pulled down my panties and finger fucked me in the process. If he had decided to screw me in front of everyone, I wouldn’t have hesitated. I even fucked his friends when he told me to.

That first week, I dated Anton three times and every time he nailed my cunt and ass like no other man had ever nailed it. By the end of the week, I had essentially decided that I had to add Anton's name to Jon's and Conrad's as men I had to seriously consider as lifelong partners.

However, that changed during the third week. Again, I had a date with Anton and was waiting at the bar for him to finish his shift. Business in the club was very slow that night so to pass the time, Anton was working on a crossword. When I looked at the puzzle, I saw that it was marked "easy". Yet, Anton seemed to be having a lot of trouble filling in the words. At first, I didn't think much of it. A lot of people have trouble working crosswords.

When he had about a quarter of the puzzle finished, he stopped making any progress as he pondered the answer to one of the clues without success. Ten minutes passed with Anton staring at the puzzle without him making a mark on the paper. Finally, in desperation, he looked over at me and asked, "Allison, what's a six-letter word for the name of the country in which the Panama Canal is located?"

I was more than shocked, to say the least. "You don't know?" I asked.

"If I knew, I wouldn't bother to ask, would I?"

"No, I guess you wouldn't. Maybe this will help you. In what country is the Great Wall of China located?"

Anton thought about that for a moment as he rubbed his forehead to stimulate his brain. Finally, he replied hesitantly, "China?"

"Right! Now keeping in mind the answer to that question, in what country do you think the Panama Canal is located?" I waited expectantly for the light to come on in Anton's head.

About 15 or 20 seconds later, no light had appeared, and with his voice filled with uncertainty, he said, "China?"

When I didn't respond, he turned back to the puzzle and began to fill in the answer. Suddenly, he stopped writing and asked, "Allison, what's the sixth letter in 'China'?"

That night, Anton again fucked me into nirvana with his magic wand. Once more, I stayed until 3 AM and when I left, eight thick loads of semen were pooled in my pussy, ass, and belly. On the drive home, I mentally scratched Anton's name from my list of possible lifetime mates. I loved his awesome cock and stamina, but I really wanted a man with an IQ above 60.

At the end of my third month of dating, I took stock and figured that 31 different men had fucked me. And most of them had screwed me multiple times. At first, I thought it was only 27 until I remembered the night I had gone to The Hot Spot alone and ended up fucking two men as I gave them lap dances, and two more out in the parking lot. I didn’t count the stranger who had finger fucked while removing my panties. Of course, Mason had laid me again that evening, but that didn't add to the total since I had already counted him.

It was a Wednesday evening, and I had a date with Anton. As usual, I had told Conrad I would be late... probably around 3 AM. But sometimes things don't work out as planned. When I arrived at the Hilton at 8 PM, the manager of the club told me that Anton was sick and wouldn't be at work that evening.

With nothing else to do, I decided to head home and spend the night fucking my husband, who was always a very good lay... just not up to Jon's or Anton's standards. As soon as I entered our house, I heard the hot sounds of sex coming from the master bedroom. I easily recognized the masculine grunts of my husband, but not the higher-pitched wails of the woman who was apparently getting very close to an orgasm.

"OH GAWD DAMN! Fuck that hot dick into me, Baby. Screw my pussy... I'm gonna cum on your big cock, Conrad. Fuck it to me, Stud. Ram meeeeeeeeee!" she howled.

I was surprised, even shocked, but certainly not angry. After all, I certainly wasn't one to be pointing fingers. Besides, I had told Conrad that he was free to see other women as long as I was dating. My guess was that he had gone out for dinner alone and some slut had come on to him. With nothing facing him except an evening of boring TV and then going to bed alone and lonely, he had probably decided to bring the bitch home and fuck her.

The wails of the slut in the bedroom grew louder as she approached her climax. Since I had never seen my husband fucking another woman, I suddenly felt my pussy creaming at the thought. Carefully, being as quiet as possible, I approached the open doorway leading to our bedroom.

The squeaking of the bedsprings mixed with the woman's shrill cries and Conrad's grunts filled the room. Peeking around the door jamb, I saw the woman's legs high in the air wildly flailing and jerking as my husband pounded his large cock into her eager cunt. Again and again, she urged him to fuck her harder.

"Oh Honey. I love the way you fuck me. I keep hoping that Allison with go out on more dates so your can bang me with your hot dick. Ah god... yes! Like that! Ram it into meeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed.

"Take it, Kristin. Take my cock, you hot cunted, sexy bitch."

"Oh yes. I love being your hot bitch. I just can't get enough of your dick. Bang it into meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! UUNNGHHH! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMMMMMM!!"

Kristin squealed in her climax. Conrad rammed into her several more times as her vagina convulsed around his prick. Then, he grunted and rammed it deep. I could easily tell from the spastic contractions of my husband's buttocks that he was shooting his load into Kristin.

I let them finish and then began applauding. Like they had suddenly been shocked with a cattle prod, they both jerked upright in the bed and stared at me. "You conniving, dirty Bitch. For three months you've been recommending guys I should see in order to get me out of the house so you could fuck my husband!" I shouted.

"And you, you lying son-of-a-bitch, kept telling me that you had no interest in seeing other women when all the time I was dating, you were fucking Kristin. I was honest with you. Why couldn't you be honest with me? Just tell me one thing... when did this start?"

My husband opened his mouth to speak, but no sound emerged. It was Kristin who finally found her voice. "I'm sorry, Allison. But we've wanted each other for two years. Conrad's the sexiest, hottest man I've ever been with. The only reason I wasn't fucking him on the side for the last two years was our friendship. But that night we went out with Barry and Jim, I realized that if you started seeing other men, there might be a chance for me with Conrad. We fucked for the first time the same night as you got your first new cock from Martin. We just couldn't resist.

"And you've been fucking each other every time I was out since then?"

"Yeah. Every time. At least, almost every time," Conrad replied. "We just click, Allison. We're exactly right for each other."

"What about your husband Ralph, I asked Kristin?"

"What husband? We divorced two months ago when he found out that I was fucking Conrad several times a week."

I nodded and then asked, "So where do we go from here, Conrad?"

"I've never wanted to hurt you, Allison, but it's pretty obvious that you find other men more exciting than me... and that's not surprising. I'm really not much of a wild and kinky guy."

"No, you're not, but you are a very kind, considerate man who is also a very, very good lover. You might be interested to know that after three months of dating other men... quite a few other men... you are still one of my top two. Actually, I had decided to stay married to you, but unless I'm seriously mistaken, you would rather have an amicable, no-contest divorce. Right?"

"Yes. I should have told you sooner, but I just couldn't think of any way to break it to you."

"See what I mean about being considerate," I said with a warm smile.

"Allison, why don't you draw up a list more or less equally dividing our assets, and I'll accept whatever you decide."

"That won't be necessary, Conrad. I'll just take the $10,000 in our IRA. You can have everything else."

"But that's grossly unfair to you, Allison. Our estate has to be worth at least $400,000 counting everything."

"I think that's about right, but you and Kristin need something to start on. I won't be needing it."

"How can that be? I have a job. You don't."

"No, but I have a marriage offer from a guy can ring my bell 10 times a night, every night. He's kinky, handsome, virile, and sexy with a huge 8.5 inch, incredibly thick cock. In addition, he owns two large corporations and is worth probably several hundred million or more. The only reason I want the IRA is for a keepsake of our six years together. You were a good husband... we just didn't click... as you put it. I wish you and Kristin the best."

"What about your personal effects?" Conrad asked.

"I'll send someone around in the next few days to collect every thing. I'll call you in advance."

Picking up my purse, I turned to leave, but Conrad spoke again. "Allison.."

"Yes?"

"You say your new guy is kinky?"

"Oh yes... very kinky... very erotic and adventuresome."

"Well, after you two are married and Kristin and I tie the knot, do you think we might... eh.... well, I mean... eh.... get together again? The four of us?"

"Foursome sex with my ex and my best friend? Is that what you're trying to suggest? What do you think about that, Kristin?"

The naked slut rubbed her cum-filled pussy and hissed, "Oh god... just thinking about doing something like that has me throbbing. I tried to get Ralph to try it. He just yelled at me telling me I was a dirty slut."

I had to laugh. "Honey, you're not a dirty slut, but you are a slut. I'm sure my guy would love to sink his hugely thick cock into your hot pussy. How about you Conrad? You still interested in fucking your ex wife's hot cunt?"

For an answer, Conrad asked, "Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?"

"Nope. My date got sick. That's why I came home early."

"Well, I've always had this huge fantasy of having both you and Kristin in bed at the same time. Are you interested?"

Setting my purse down, I began stripping off my clothes, which didn't take long since all I was wearing was my dress over my thigh-high stockings and heels. Walking toward the naked couple, I grasped Conrad's hard cock and led him by the dick toward the bedroom. "Come on, Kristin. Let's see if you future husband can take care of two hot sluts before he collapses."

"I don't think he can, but I'm sure he'll give it a great effort."

"I don't either, but let him try. When he collapses... well, I've always wanted to eat your pussy. Wanna try mine?"

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