Strip Club Slut

Chas had been going on at me for quite a while now about taking me to one of the sleazy amateur strip clubs that he had told me about since talking to some of the guys at the motorcycle club. You see I was a bit of a slut, well alot of a slut, and was really keen to strip in front of a load of horny guys, especially as he had said they were allowed to touch the strippers as well. Finally I had given in and he said he would have another word with the guys to see which was the best strip joint to go to.

That Wednesday at the club after speaking to them he had been told of a couple and one which they had advised him to give a miss as it was really a dump and the clients that went there were usually real rough types and there was always trouble there. I thought if he took me to that one perhaps he would be satisfied.

We went a couple of days later. I had been even more highly sexed since Chas had told me and I had worn him out, wanting to be fucked all the time. Not that he was complaining as I was an reasonably attractive sexy women, and one hell of a fuck. As Chas waited for me in the hall to come down from getting ready I was thinking of what may happen that night, how far I would want to go. My musing was cut short when I appeared at the top of the stairs.

Hell, Chas said. You look stunning.

I was dressed in a very short tight skirt which just about covered my ass and was split to the waist on one side. When I bent over you could see my tiny red thong panties I was wearing. I had a tight crop top on which my nipples stuck out through as I wasn’t wearing a bra and showed all my bare stomach, and black high heel shoes, my long tanned legs naked, just my toes and finger nails painted blood red. All this was finished off with dark eye makeup and ruby red lips. With what I was wearing it was just as well it was a warm evening as we were going on Chas,s motorbike.

“God, you look stunning, you sure you want to go out,” he said as he had an instant erection on seeing me. I pouted and laughed,

“Yes I do,” I replied.

“You better get you jacket and helmet on then and let’s be off before I change my mind,” Chas replied.

I slipped the leather motor cycle jacket on and the helmet and we got on the bike. Christ I must of looked like one of them gang sluts you see in hells angle films, as all my legs were visible as I hung on to Chas tight as we sped off.
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My Affair

My name is Heather, I’m 30 years old and I have a secret. I’ve recently had an affair. Well to be honest, it was more of a fling than an affair, but it still involved cheating on my husband. I’ve never cheated on him before and now that I’ve sampled what another man can give me, I can safely say I’m not likely to do so again. I don’t regret what I’ve done at all, I just need to tell someone what I’ve done, get it off my chest so to speak. Let me explain.

I met my husband, David, when I was 19. David is a couple of months older than me. We got married when we were both 23. We’ve been together for 11 years and married, happily, for 7.

I had a number of boyfriends before David but he was the first that I ever slept with. This isn’t to say that I never gave any of my previous boyfriends any action, not at all!

I’d been going out with boys since I was 13, although in those days it was nothing more than kissing and the odd fumble with all our clothes on. When I was 15 I met Steve. He was 17 and was the first “man” to see me naked. He taught me the joys of erotic massage and oral sex, both giving and receiving. In the year we spent together I learned and perfected all the skills that my subsequent boyfriends, David included, have enjoyed. I experienced the full range of sexual activities, learning to take delight in the differences of style and technique. The only thing I never did was fuck any of them.

Why? I don’t know. Some romantic notion of saving myself for Mr. Right? Seems unlikely since I was happy to do everything else. Anyway, if that was the case, then David was certainly Mr. Right!

We’d been together about 6 months when I surrendered my somewhat dubious virginity to him. We were at his flat and had spent hours pleasuring each other with our hands, lips and tongues. Kissing and caressing, licking and sucking. David has always loved my skill when it comes to giving fantastic blow-jobs. He claims that I give the best he’s ever had and often teases me about my “training.” From the start we’ve always been completely honest about our sexual experiences.
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The Reverse Massage

Tonya had finally arrived in the yet another town, transferred from her last position at the lawyer office that she once occupied in New York. She was sent here to fill the temporary position vacated when the new office president decided to slash most of the old employees. She reported to the office, only to find it closed for the day

“What a good day I’m having” she muttered.

Arriving at the airport, she had lost her luggage, missed the shuttle to the office, and got stuck paying $45.oo on a cab, all to find it closed.

She kicked the ground in front of her and looked through the glass doors. No one was around, not even the usual security guard. The office building appeared completely deserted, and that’s when she noticed the sign on the side door. It was a small note, barely noticeable from the street. It stated that the office was now closed and relocated down the street, three blocks down to be exact.

She picked up her briefcase, shrugged off the anger, and started the walk toward the new office, muttering unladylike words as she went. She passed a convenience store, a dry-cleaners, massage parlor and various other little boutiques along the way. She took mental notes of the stores she wished to visit before going back to New York.

She arrived at the new office about twenty minutes later, her feet tired and her hair frizzled due to the light breeze that blew down the narrow street. She pushed open the door and felt the cool air inside the tiny office.

“Hello, may I help you?” a soft voice echoed in her ears.
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Too Much

I just could not take all of him.

I had just moved to a one-horse town in central Pennsylvania. I was most displeased with my circumstances, not mind you with the promotion or the huge raise in pay, but with the idea of having to spend the next three years in this dismal place.

My best childhood friend, Kathleen had done her time in the armpit of the world and now it was my turn. The job was challenging but the community was. So far form my Manhattan home I was sure I would be miserable.

Upon arrival I called Kathleen and asked her just how she survived this place. Her reply to me was. Call Shan and tell him you are a friend of mine. He is filthy rich and showed me the best time a girl can expect in that dump of a town. I told Kathleen that there was no way I could be so forward as to call someone I did not know and ask to see him. She assured me that Shan would be most pleased with my looks and would show me a great time. She also warned me that even if I was six feet tall and of gorgeous proportions she doubted that I could handle the man she was referring to. She farther told me to use her name and just give the man a call. I ended the conversation with a definite maybe.

The following days were filled with unpacking and more work than I could stand, but after several weeks I found my footing and started to pull my life together. As I had more spare time on my hands I started to think about my situation more and more. Here I was twenty eight years old living my dream of making six figures a year and alone as anyone can get. My boredom started to wear on me, the phone call to Kathleen, was boring a hole in my brain. After almost a year in this place I knew I just had to have a man or I would go out of my mind.

I made the plunge I rummaged and found the number Kathleen had give me with trembling hands I called the number. A very masculine voice answered the phone. I blurted out that I was a friend of Kathleen and that I was calling on him by way of Kathleen’s advice. He immediately asked me were we could meet and how was Kathleen. As he spoke he made me feel so comfortable, my fears just vanished. I could not wait to meet this man, this voice that had made my feminine parts water with just the sound of his voice. The date was set we would meet at Harleys bar and Grill Saturday night at 7:00. The days just dragged my mind ran away with me. I was finally going to get to speak with a man, the man with that voice. Not some man I had to deal with daily at work but a real man who knew nothing about me, or I him, the thought was thrilling.

On Saturday morning I drove the 50 plus miles to Harrisburg and purchased some naughty clothing. Not something sluttish mind you, just a little naughty. A rather low cut sweater to show off my large and I like to think perfectly shaped breasts. I also bought a wool Kilt that was just a touch on the short side. This coupled with the just right high heals completed the outfit.
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My Clit Piercing

I started calling tattoo and piercing parlors after we hung up the phone this morning, and I found one in Orlando who sounded promising. It was Dungeon’s Tattoos, owned by Master Michael. I had to ask carefully about what I wanted to know because all the kids were around me, but we managed to communicate well enough for me to find out it would be $35 for the piercing. He said under no circumstances could I be drunk during the piercing, so I got directions and called Cindy at work. She said she’d baby-sit the kids and keep them overnight for me. Michael had asked me to come around 845pm because he closed at 9pm and he knew I would take a while since I was so nervous.

At 7pm, I jumped in the shower and shaved my pussy completely, and of course, I couldn’t resist the temptation to play with myself one last time before my pretty little jewel would have its own jewelry through it. The shaving cream provided the perfect lubrication for me to massage my clit while I thought of you fucking another woman. I ran through the entire scenario you told me in my head and came explosively when you began fucking her in the ass. I finished up my primping by making sure my legs and underarms were shaved free of hair, and stepped out of the tub. I brushed my hair until it was tangle-free then blew it dry so that it curled up. I sprayed myself lightly with perfume and then got dressed in my short black skirt, no panties or bra, and my Pooh chambray shirt you got me for Christmas in California.

I left for Orlando at 815, with Cindy rolling her eyes that I would actually go this far in search of the perfect orgasm. Just think, while I’m fucking you, I could just reach down and tug on the jewelry and cum as many times as I wanted!
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Poker Night Slut

It was my night to host our monthly poker game. I decided to make it a special night for my submissive wife. She dearly loves to show her sexy body and to have more than one cock fuck her.

First, a little bit about my wife and I. Her name is Helen and she is 28 years old. Her long blond hair falls to the middle of her back and frames a very pretty, innocent looking face. She has blue eyes that smolder with lust when she is flashing her body or worshiping a penis. Long thick pink nipples centered in large aureoles that are a lighter pink color top her large 38D breasts. An intense workout schedule keeps her waist slim and tight. A firm round ass and flaring hips flow gracefully into sleek shapely legs. I am Tom and am 31. I work out regularly and am in decent shape.

Helen is submissive and I am her Master. Her body is mine to enjoy. I love to show her off any way I can. The card game provided a wonderful opportunity to let us both have some fun. I was sure she would enjoy serving as “Hostess Slut” for the card game.

As directed, she wearing a tight white tank top over a tiny red half-bra, her erect nipples were pressed into her top, a very short skirt that came to just below her pussy, a tiny see-though red thong that barely covered her clean shaven pussy. A pair of 5″ platform heels completed her come fuck me outfit.
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Stripper Makes Her a Stripper

“Do you really have to go out now, Den?” said Janet, her lips forming into a sullen pout, “can’t you stay home just this once? I could make it worth your while!” She playfully lifted her short skirt, giving her husband a quick glimpse of her black lace panties and creamy white thighs.

“Oh, Janet!, you know I always go out for a quick beer on a Sunday lunchtime. It’s like a religion! It’s one of the few times all the guys can get together these days.”

Dennis had to admit, the sight of his wife’s panty covered crotch rarely failed to get his blood pumping. But he had to be strong. He could see that Janet was feeling sexy, and in this mood, if she got her way, he wouldn’t see the inside of his local pub until next week.

“I’ll be back before you know it baby!” he said as he slipped his jacket on and made a movement towards the front door. His wife, though, was not about to give up so easily.

“Fine! I’ll come with you then!”

In a near panic, Den searched his mind for an excuse for her not to join him, but he was a blank.

“You won’t enjoy it much, it’s just a bunch us guy’s talking and drinking”, he said somewhat lamely. But his wife seemed to have made up her mind and was already searching for her coat. He briefly thought about agreeing with her initial demand and dragging her back up to the bedroom for a good session of sex, but he thought that would be too obvious. There really was nothing he could do to stop her now!

Janet had not bothered to change out of her short skirt and thin halter top, and as they entered the dark pub, a few heads turned to look at her. Den could hardly blame them. At thirty four, his wife was still a great looker. Her blonde hair framed a heart shaped face and tumbled over her shoulders in wispy curls. Her legs were long and slender, an extra two inches added to her height with the heeled sandals that she wore and the halter top did little to conceal the ample charms of her breasts. He felt proud when other men looked at her.

Dennis ordered drinks for them both and then led her to a table where a bunch of other men were already sitting and drinking.

“What’s this, Den?” said one of the men as they both sat, “brought wifey along today have you?” A ripple of laughter floated around the table as Dennis mumbled something about having little choice in the matter.

“You all know Janet, I think? – Janet these are the guys!” Brief hello’s were spoken as the conversation continued as it had done before Den and Janet had arrived.

Dennis bristled with pride as each of the men around the table tried to sneak quick glances at Janet’s boobs through the low cut top that she wore. Perhaps this wouldn’t be too bad, he thought, it was kind of fun watching as his friends surreptitiously ogled his wife. He placed a hand gently on her knee underneath the table and squeezed it playfully, but when Janet opened her legs slightly to allow him further access, he realised that she was still in a horny mood!

Although this action came as a bit of a shock to him, Dennis was quite relieved. The lunchtime entertainment was about to start, and he still wasn’t really sure how his wife would react to it. Janet was no prude, that much he knew for certain, but he wondered what her reaction would be when she saw the lunchtime stripper begin her act.

The lights in the main body of the pub suddenly dimmed and an eerie silence fell. A spotlight illuminated the small dingy stage and Janet could see wispy cigarette smoke as it snaked its way up through the beam.

“What’s happening?” she whispered to her husband.

“Shhh….just wait, you’ll see!”

A low rock beat could suddenly be heard through the wall speakers. It was loud and the bass turned way up. Janet thought that she recognised the music, but with the volume as high as it was, she couldn’t be sure. The guitars and drums gradually increased in tempo and as the music reached a frenzied crescendo, a tall, scantily dressed woman danced onto the stage amid cheers and whistles from the audience.

“A stripper!” Janet now had to shout in Den’s ear to be heard. “You didn’t tell me you came to watch strippers!”

“It’s a Sunday ritual,” Dennis shouted his reply, “We can go if you want?”

God! No way! This I want to see for myself.”

The whistling and cheering lulled to a dull roar as the dancer began her routine. Janet looked around her. The pub wasn’t at all busy and she could see that, apart from the woman on the stage, she was the only other female in the room. The few men that were there, all had their eyes firmly fixed on the stage, and Janet now also returned her eyes to that focal point. The shock of what was happening had now disappeared and she settled herself back in her chair to watch the show. Janet smile to herself as she watched the girl perform. She looked a bit bored and, although she might once have been an adequate dancer, her movements now seemed stunted and contrived.

“She’s not all that great, is she?” Janet shouted at her husband.

“Let’s be fair honey, these guys aren’t really here to critique her dancing!” he replied

The stripper continued her routine, exposing her body bit by bit. To Den’s slight annoyance, Janet continued to shout her opinions regarding the shortcomings of the girl’s set. He knew that her words were meant for him alone, but he also knew how sound travelled in this pub and was a little concerned to notice that every now and then the girl on stage seemed to hear what Janet was saying. The more Janet shouted her opinions, the more the stripper was staring daggers at her. Suddenly, the woman on stage, now topless and wearing only very brief thong panties and high heeled shoes, stopped her routine and, stomping to the side of the stage switched the music off.

For a second, the silence was deafening, followed quickly by shouts of discontent from the audience. The stripper returned to the centre of the stage and, with hands on hips, looked directly at Janet.

“Listen, honey” she shouted, “Just give me a break will you? If you think you can do any better, be my guest!” The room fell silent. All eyes were now on Janet, waiting to hear her response – or even if she had one.

Dennis groaned inwardly. This was not the first time that his wife’s opinions had got them into trouble. He knew that the best way to deal with this situation was to let Janet speak for herself. His wife was never short of words, and she would definitely not thank him for answering on her behalf. Dennis wondered how she was going to bluff her way out of this one! He looked over at his wife and was surprised to see her smiling.

Janet remained silent for a few more seconds. The room was still quiet, the hushed tension could be cut with a knife.

“Okay,” she suddenly shouted, “move over and let me get up there!”

The room erupted in applause and cheers as Janet rose from her seat.

“Wait, You can’t do -” Dennis started to speak, but as his wife shot him a serious look he knew that her mind was made up.

Without a further word, Den watched his sexy wife make her way up to the stage. He knew that she had done a lot of dancing in her younger years and still kept her hand in whenever they went out on the town. If he was honest with himself, he quite liked the thought of her flashing her body at all these strangers.

Janet was now on stage and a brief conversation between her and the stripper took place. The music was turned back on, and as both women began to gyrate their bodies in time to the music, it became evident that they were going to put on a “double act”. Dennis could see the look of lust in his wife’s eyes as she leapt around the stage and wrapped her legs around the single chrome pole that ran from floor to ceiling. She was obviously still in the same horny mood that she had been earlier, and he knew that anything could happen now.

Janet had some catching up to do, and while the other woman swayed in time to the music, she quickly lost the halter top and her short skirt. When her full breasts were finally exposed, the audience went wild; cheering and shouting for more. The song came to an end and was quickly replaced by an equally loud but much slower number. The two women on stage were standing opposite each other. In their shoes they were much the same height and as they neared each other their nipples touched causing both women to sigh almost simultaneously.

Janet made the first move, and reaching into the strippers hair, she pulled her head towards her and planted a firm, wet kiss on her lips. Dennis could see that they responded well to each other; their tongues twisting and slithering wetly in and out of each others mouths. He was a little surprised by his wife’s actions. He had known that she was bisexual, but, to his knowledge she had never been with another woman since they had married.

The deep kiss continued, both Janet and the stripper now running their hands over each others breasts. Dennis was fascinated by the way his wife’s nipples seemed to grow and throb under the other woman’s touch and briefly wondered how far they would go. All thoughts of the strip-tease seemed to have been forgotten as they were both lost in their feverish caresses. The kiss was broken The stripper dropped to her knees in front of Janet and, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her brief panties, she quickly tugged them down to the floor. Another roar from the audience as Janet’s trimmed mound became visible and she wickedly parted her slender legs.

Dennis watched the strippers reaction as Janet’s legs open. Her eyes bulged and she moistened her painted lips before swiping her long pink tongue over Janet’s labia. As soon as Janet felt the gentle touch on her clit, she grasped the other woman’s head in her fingers and pulled her forcefully into her pussy. Janet’s head went back as she closed her eyes and climaxed right there on the stage.

The stripper seemed a little surprised by his wife’s rapid orgasm, Den thought, but she kept her tongue probing at Janet’s clit all the way through the shuddering climax. The strip-tease had now turned into a full blown lesbian sex show, as the stripper eagerly removed her own thong panties and allowed Janet to return the favour. This time, Janet eased the other woman down onto the floor of the stage. She gently spread her thighs and allowed her head to drop into contact with the stripper’s pussy. The stripper took longer to cum than Janet but within a few minutes of Janet feasting on her puffy labia and swollen clit, she too, climaxed with a deep groan.

From his sitting position, still at the table, Dennis wondered if the show was now over. Both women seemed a little tired from their exertions. His question was quickly answered though, when the stripper jumped, rather shakily, from the stage and selected a guy from a nearby table. The man was led, a little reluctantly at first – but cheered on by his friends, up onto the stage. No words were spoken as the women quickly began to undo his jeans and tug them down to the floor. When he was naked from the waist down, Den could see that, despite his earlier reluctance, he now sported a large erection that slapped against his belly.

The two girls lost no time in going to work on him. Encouraging him to lie on his back with his cock sticking up high in the air, the stripper straddled him and lowered her hot, wet pussy down over his throbbing erection. Den watched his wife in awed fascination as she did likewise over the guy’s head and lowered her dripping snatch onto his face. The poor guy looked like he was going to suffocate as Janet ground her cunt over his nose and mouth, while her new found friend rode his cock like a bitch in heat. For a full ten minutes the girls used their stooge. They were facing each other, pulling and squeezing each others nipples as they bounced their way to another inevitable orgasm.

When Janet, with trembling legs, disengaged herself from the guy’s face, his sharp intake of breath was almost lost in the cheers that Janet received from her audience. She helped the stripper up from her kneeling position astride the man’s thighs and everyone could see his cock throb and twitch as it slipped out of the warm pussy that had been riding it so hard. Seeing that he was about to cum, the two women knelt either side of him. The stripper massaged his heavy balls while Janet jerked his shaft for all she was worth. Within a few short seconds, both girls were rewarded with a long stream of cum that shot from the end of his slippery dick and flew into the air.

Dennis and the rest of the audience had been cheering and clapping almost constantly and now that the lucky volunteer had shot his load, he could see that a queue was forming at the front of the stage; a line of hopeful men with bulging crotches. But Janet had clearly had enough. Amid the roars of congratulations, she picked up her clothes and with a final kiss for the stripper, she jumped down from the stage and returned to her husband’s side.

On her way back to the table Dennis watched her naked body being touched and caressed by every man that she passed. Hands were on her breasts, her pussy and her buttocks as she smiled warmly at each man that touched her. Den held out his arms as she neared him and helped her into the chair next to him. All his friends at the same table watched as she replaced the clothes that she had earlier stripped off for their amusement, and again, Dennis reveled in the pride that he felt.

“Take me home now please darling!” she whispered into his ear, “all this has made me so horny! I really need to feel a big cock in me as soon as I can!”

As he led his wife towards the exit, Dennis thought how wonderful it was to have a bar room slut for a wife!

Strip Poker With The Guys

Hubby would be home any minute with his buddies. The food was prepped and the beer was cold. Their monthly Poker Night was their little tradition and I had no problem with it. It normally consisted of a trip to a couple of strip clubs then back to one of their homes for a night of cards and drinking.

It was our turn to host the poker night and I had gone all out. Tons of food, cold beers and the hot little French Maid outfit I would be wearing while I served them. My husband knew about the food and beer but even he would be surprised at my attire for the evening. My husband works hard and I wanted the night to be a little extra special for him.

I was in the final stages of primping when I heard the car pull up. I stuffed my big tits into my new black bra with white lace trim and stepped into my thong with matching white lace trim. I pulled on my black stockings and attached them to my garter belt and stepped into my high heels. I stepped in front of the mirror and put the final touch of my little black apron around my waist. I stood at the mirror and admired my outfit and my well toned body. My tits were bulging and my thong framed my tight ass very nicely.

The door opened and I could hear them downstairs obviously still horny from watching the big fake tits prancing around the strip clubs. With one last adjustment in the mirror I was pretty confident that this outfit would cause them to quickly forget the strippers.

I waltzed down the steps and into the dining room where they had settled at the table to start playing cards. One pair of eyes looked up and then another. The another and another until all 6 pairs of eyes were fixed on me.

“Good evening Gentlemen,” I said in my best French accent. “I’ll be serving you tonight. Have you been naughty tonight?”

They all yelled “yes” and I told them with a twinkle in my eye that I would serve them anyway. I walked around the table and bent over to take each ones order. Their eyes followed my cleavage as they tried to order a beer and I could feel the guy behind me staring at my barely covered ass. I brought their beers back and then brought in some trays of appetizers I had made. I had left empty spaces on the trays for my tits to rest on while I served each guy individually. Their hands were within inches of my tits as they helped themselves to the appetizers.

The night was going well as I continued to serve them drinks as needed and even caught my own hubby staring a couple of times. I loved reminding him that it’s okay to look at strippers but I was the one who would suck his cock and give him my pussy. I was already fantasizing about fucking him on the table after the guys had or at least passed out in another room.

An hour had passed and my drink runs were becoming less frequent but when I brought a beer to my hubby he asked if I would like to join them for a few hands. I didn’t know much about poker but they all assured me that we wouldn’t be playing for money. I quickly understood but didn’t hesitate to agree since the wine I was drinking in the kitchen had rendered me intoxicated.

We agreed that everyone who lost the hand had to take off a piece of clothing. What was I getting myself into? I reasoned that as long as my hubby didn’t care if his friends saw my tits and pussy then why should I? I went to the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of wine to make things a little easier.

First round was over quickly and 6 shoes and my high heel were discarded. Everyone cheered. The second hand was better as I had a bit of beginners luck and won. Other shoes came off.

The next hands were close but I was now sitting there in my apron, bra and thong. A couple of the guys had lost their shirt by now and a new hand was dealt. I had nothing to work with. We all laid our hands down and I had lost. I assumed they all thought my apron was coming off but I decided to give them what they had been waiting for. I unclasped by bra and slowly removed it letting my tits fall out. I twirled my bra over my head while they cheered and then threw it over to my hubby. I shook my tits and cupped them with my hands. I pointed my rock hard nipples to each of them and then brought them to my mouth for a quick lick. I let them drop and said lets play cards. They all cheered again like a group of college boys and the next hand was dealt and luck came my way.

The next 3 hands were mine and we were all in our undies. The next hand would decide who got naked first me or them. The hand was dealt and I couldn’t believe it. 2 pairs and an ace. Virtually impossible to beat. There were no moans only cheers from the guys who had to lose their undies. It was as if they wanted to show me their cocks. They all stood up and slid their undies down and their cock popped out. I had never seen 6 hard cocks at the same time. Hopefully not a word of this would make it back to the other wives but it wasn’t like it was my idea to play strip poker.

They paraded around the table and showed off their cocks. Some were big and some were small but my hubby’s is the one that still caught my eye. When he came around to me I grabbed it and pulled it to my mouth. I licked the tip and all eyes were on us. I took his cock into my mouth and the guys cheered. I slid it in and out of my mouth a few times then announced it was time to play cards.

As everyone took their seats I remembered that I was still wearing my panties while every one else was already in the buff. I threw the next hand which I wasn’t going to win anyway and got up on my chair. I did my best stripper impression as I swayed my ass and slowly slid my thong off. The guys cheered when I turned around and exposed my newly shaven pussy. I ran my finger from my neck, over my tits and down to my pussy and played with my swollen clit before retracing the path up my body.

I felt amazing up on that chair with 6 pairs of eyes staring at my naked pussy and tits. When my little strip tease was over I got back in my seat and announced that the winner of the next hand gets a 1 minute blow job and if I win the guy with the next best hand gets to eat my pussy for 1 minute. The only rule was if he shot is load in under 1 minute then he was out of the game and had to watch.

“Deal the cards” one horny guy yelled.

I looked at my hubby for his reaction but he was already studying his cards with a big grin on his face. He had drank enough alcohol that I knew he wouldn’t care if I gave out some free blow jobs to his friends. Besides he would be the one fucking my pussy a little later anyway.

The hand was dealt and I thought I had a chance until Rick laid down a straight flush. He jumped out of his chair and banged his cock on the table on the way up. A deal is a deal and he practically ran over to me. I told him to let me know if he was going to cum because I didn’t want to swallow anyone’s load unless it was my hubby’s. Rick said he was drunk enough and lasting minute wouldn’t be a problem.

I told them to start the clock and took his dick into my mouth. I licked and sucked his entire shaft. I felt his knees buckle at 30 seconds and his cock start to throb. I knew he would cum before the minute was up. My hubby had been really drunk before but I could always make him cum in a minute or two. My cock sucking skills are amazing. Rick yelled he was cumming at 50 seconds so I slid his cock out of my mouth and aimed it at my naked tits. His wad squirted all over my 34d’s and I stroked the last few remaining drops out of his dick. A deal is a deal and Rick new he was out of the game.

The next hand went out and another free blow job. Poor Mike didn’t last 30 seconds and I wondered when his wife, Jane, had sucked his dick last or when they had had sex last because only a man not getting any will shoot his wad in under 30 seconds.

I easily won the next hand and wondered if the remaining 4 guys threw the hand for the chance to eat my pussy. We studied the cards and determined Jim had the next best hand. Of course I wanted my hubby to win but he licks my pussy all the time and it would be nice for a little variety. I slid to the end of my chair and Jim knelt between my legs. His tongue reached my pussy before I could even say start the clock. His tongue entered me and my pussy started to moisten. He probed me for a few seconds and then went for my clit. He flicked it furiously and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm when someone called time. Jim could lick pussy.

It was only my hubby, Jim, Ted and Steve left in the game with me. Jim and Steve won the next two hands but were quickly eliminated as both of them came on my tits before their minute was up. I won the next hand and Ted had the honor of exploring my pussy. He wasn’t as good as Jim but he kept my pussy more.

Ted won the next hand and I finally figured out that my hubby wasn’t winning on purpose because he wanted to watch me suck all of his friend’s cocks. He also knew that none of his friends would be able to last a minute with my dick sucking skills no matter how drunk his friends were.

I took Ted’s cock in my hand and stroked it a couple of times while I said to start the clock. I took his cock in my mouth and started to give the best blow job of the night so far. I was 4-0 so far and wanted to make it a clean sweep. I sucked his entire length and massaged his balls while I gave him head. Ted was lasting longer than I wished. The countdown started 10, 9, 8 when I felt him start to buckle, 7, 6, 5…With no warning from Ted I pulled his cock out of my mouth just in time for his hot white liquid to splatter all over my face. The warm coating slid down my face as the second spurt hit my lips. I licked the tip of his cock to do my best to clean him up.

The guys cheered as I reached for a napkin to clean my face. None of them had lasted a minute although Ted had hung in there until 56 seconds.

With Ted now out of the game, the guys started putting their clothes on and my hubby announced he was the only one who could last a minute. They guys all booed and I also said that I was on a roll and he couldn’t last as long as Ted. I told him that if he could last a minute then I would fuck him right here on the table in front of his friends.

Hubby sat his bare ass on the table in front of my chair. His rock hard cock needed no stimulation. Watching me suck 5 cocks before his was all the visual stimulation he needed. I told the boys to start the clock as I lowered my head to his lap. I licked his shaft from his balls to the tip of his dick just like I had on the other 5 cocks then wrapped my lips around his amazing 8″ cock and slowly slid it into my mouth. As much as I liked having 5 strange cocks in my mouth it felt wonderful to finally have my hubby’s familiar cock in my mouth.

I was giving him great head knowing that he would be able to last longer than a minute because we had fucked right before he left to go to the strip clubs. I had made the bet I knew I would lose because I wanted to fuck him on the table in front of his friends. The countdown started 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and I slid his cock out of my mouth while the guys cheered. Without hesitation I stood and pushed hubby onto the table I climbed on top of the table praying it would hold us and straddled his waiting cock. The tip penetrated my pussy easily from the lube of the blow job and I eased down onto his cock. It filled my pussy as I balanced myself over him and started to slide up and down on his shaft. My nipples were like diamonds and he reached up to cup my bouncing tits. He held them tight while tweaking my nipples at the same time. We fucked and fucked and my moans turned into screams. My orgasm was cumming and I wouldn’t be denied. I had given too many free blow jobs and been naked far too long not to have a screaming orgasm. I could feel hubby’s dick explode inside me and felt his dick grow soft. I reached between my legs and found my clit. I stroked it while my hubby tweaked my nipples. My orgasm came quickly and I arched my back thrusting my big tits out. The room was silent as a couple more spasms shook through my body. The guys were speechless knowing they had just watched the best porno they would ever see and it was all live.

The Office Slut

The office he showed them into was large and airy, having big plate-glass windows on two sides. It was near the top of the twenty-storey building and had spectacular views over London; on a fine morning like this the Thames gleamed through the landscape like a silver serpent, distance and the sun lending it a beauty that was singularly lacking from up close.

The office was furnished luxuriously but simply with a large teak desk, the top inset with black leather; Bauhaus chairs and against the wall facing the desk, a large Biedermeier cabinet which must have been worth a small fortune. The room was flooded with pearly early-morning sunlight and both men, having taken an unusually cursory glance at the room, gazed fixedly at the one incongruous object; a hugely oversized dog-basket in front of the desk, in which a sleeping form reposed under a grey fleece blanket.

All that could be made out was a curved body, a fall of bright hair, and leading from under the blanket, a silver chain which was clasped to a thick steel staple hammered into the top of the front right-hand leg of the desk. The brutality of the baldly industrial-looking metal loop contrasted strangely with the elegance of the rest of the room.

The man whose office this was gestured at the sleeping woman and smiled at his companions. ‘Yes, friends, this is the office slut – my personal slut, in fact, but I lend her out to all my contacts as a matter of course…’ His guests exchanged quick, furtive glances. They’d heard about their host’s singular perk of course but not, until now, really believed it. ‘We had quite a party last night in fact,’ he continued, as he went up to the cabinet. ‘It’s why the slut hasn’t woken up yet. She was well and truly and most thoroughly used…’ As he opened the cabinet doors, the men caught glimpses of racks of implements – polished leather, gleaming metal, cuffs and chains. Their host withdrew a stout leather paddle and slapped it gently against his hand, as if testing its strength.

‘It’s not surprising she’s still sleeping it off…’ he went on. ‘She did very well and as I’m pleased with her performance I won’t be punishing her for her laziness in failing to greet us this morning. But enough is enough…’

Covering the distance from the cabinet to the basket in two quick strides, he twitched back the blanket with his left hand and delivered a resounding thwack to the slut’s round and naked arse with the other. The men laughed, their eyes fastening greedily on the woman now exposed to their gaze, as she started awake with a jump of alarm, the chain jingling musically as she sat up abruptly, sleep still heavy on her and evidently not quite yet aware of where she was and who was with her.

She was not totally naked, as the men had perhaps expected her to be. As she sat up and the blanket fell away, it was revealed to them that her body was partly encased in a black satin corset, which cinched her waist tightly and raised her breasts whilst leaving them largely exposed. The corset also suspended seamed black stockings, although the seams were twisted now and the stockings were laddered. On her arms she wore long black satin opera gloves. The blackness of the corset, gloves and stockings served to emphasise not only the creamy whiteness of her skin but also her extreme nakedness where she was not covered; her soft, pink and cleanly-shaven cunt, her pale arse and the tops of her thighs.

What transfixed the men’s gaze in particular was the silver chain clasped to the desk which, it was now apparent, was at the other end attached to a small ring piercing the slut’s clitoris. She sat with her thighs spread and they could not help but stare at the delightful picture, their cocks twitching in anticipation. How they envied their host – to have a woman like this chained to his desk for use as when and how he wanted… The slut sat there in her basket quietly, her eyes modestly cast down, awaiting her Master’s pleasure and attention.

‘How are you this morning, my dear?’ he now asked her. ‘I am fine, thank you, Sir’ she replied. ‘And is there anything you need before you start work for the day?’ he asked. The two spectators listened intently. ‘I need to piss, Sir’ said the slut, in the same modest and well-educated tones. The sound of the rather base word on her lips, spoken in that very refined accent, carried a strong erotic charge; their cocks hardened still further. How sweet to make whatever use they chose of a woman like that; a woman who in the normal way of things would barely give them the time of day. Even sweeter was what happened now; their host went again to the cabinet and withdrew from it a large enamelled bowl, which he placed on the floor in front of his slut’s basket.

‘You may piss, my dear’, he said, and turning to his guests went on, ‘She is allowed the use of the bowl first thing every morning, unless she is in need of punishment of course; but after that she will be catheterised for the rest of the day and the free end of the tube will be fixed into her mouth.’

Meanwhile the slut had climbed out of her basket and knelt over the bowl placed on the floor for her use. As if unaware of her audience and their devouring eyes, she started pissing, aiming the golden stream into the bowl with the ease of long practise.

‘Stop – hold it right there!’ suddenly commanded her Master. Obediently and impressively, the slut clenched her muscles and the flow stopped in midstream.

‘I feel the need to piss myself, slut – wait until you’ve attended to me’ he said, as he unzipped his fly and walked towards his creature. She unrolled the gloves from her arms, still kneeling over her bowl all the while, and laid them carefully beside her on the carpet. Then she reached into his trousers and withdrew his cock, fastening her soft pink mouth around it. As the guests watched, her Master began pissing into her mouth and, stroking her hair, gave her permission to resume her own flow.

The slut sighed her relief even as she swallowed avidly, drinking down her Master’s piss as though it was sweet water. When they had both finished, the Master zipped himself up again and motioned to his guests to sit.

‘My slut has not had a bath yet and before you use her I would like her to clean herself up a bit. She took on half-a dozen of my colleagues last night and her cunt and arse are still full of their cum.’

He walked to the desk and unclasped the chain from the heavy steel staple. Winding it tightly around his wrist, he jerked on it twice and, wincing slightly, the slut rose to her feet. She picked up the bowlful of piss and her Master led her through a door in one of the walls. Shortly the men heard the sound of running water. While the Master oversaw his slut’s ablutions, the men waited impatiently in the main office. They’d have been happy enough to use the woman in her unwashed state. In fact, the thought of her cunt and arse still awash with many men’s cum was almost unbearably desirable.

The sexual tension in the office ratcheted up with every moment that passed. To make good use of the time, the younger of the two wandered over to the cabinet and examined its contents, every so often taking out an object – a whip, a pair of nipple clamps – and exclaiming over them to his colleague. The older man smiled – toys were not his thing – but he was looking forward, with some urgency now, to a good fuck, something he hadn’t had in quite a while.

At last the Master reappeared, leading his slut by her chain as before. She was rosy from her bath and now attired in a brief black garter belt and new black stockings, but nothing else. As before, and perhaps even more so now, the few garments, garments designed to be hidden under other clothes, merely served to emphasise her nakedness and vulnerability. The guests could barely contain their impatience as their host fastened the chain once more to the staple in the desk leg. Turning to the slut, he lifted her onto the desk and gently pressed her down so that she was lying on her back, her head barely supported at one side, her legs hanging down over the other. It was not a very comfortable position to be in – her back was arched and taking the strain – but the slut lay there obediently as she had been placed.

The Master then took leather cuffs from the cabinet and clasped them around her wrists and ankles. Using short lengths of chain, he fastened her wrists through D-rings on the cuffs to staples at the tops of the legs of the desk, hidden from the men’s view, pulling her arms taut. Her ankles he drew up and attached the same way so that her legs were pulled wide apart, her knees bent. The tethering was not necessary; the slut would have lain there and submitted to her Master’s will, whatever it was that he required of her and no matter whom he allowed to use her nor in what fashion. However not only did the fact that she was chained there and unable to escape add to the men’s excitement, lending an edge of rape and violation to their actions, but of course it added to the slut’s own excitement, the chains freeing her from any responsibility for her behaviour. She was not choosing to fuck these men, they were being imposed on her and the chains meant that no matter what she did with them, it was clearly not by her will that she was so used.

Her back still arched, she lay passively, her cunt splayed open to their gaze and the chain looping its way down her crack and thence back up to the top corner of the desk. Her head flung back, she could not really see her visitors, but she knew of course that they were examining her intimately, scrutinising every fold of flesh, the point where the gold ring pierced her clitoris, the shining wetness of her cunt, the puckered ring of her anus. Despite her many such experiences, she still felt a flush of humiliation rise hotly under her skin and wondered if she would ever really get used to this treatment. She thought not; but also, deep inside, knew that her Master never wanted her to get used to it. She knew his pleasure was made all the more piquant by her shaming and that he revelled in the humiliations to which he subjected her, as indeed did she.

The younger man asked if he was allowed to make use of the toys in the cabinet and she heard her Master give his consent. The man went back to the cabinet and selected a crop, swishing it through the air a few times to get the feel of it. Although he’d fantasised about using such a thing, this was the first time he’d ever had one in his hands. He stepped up to the desk, stroking the crop through his fingers and wondering where to strike. Really there was no question – it had to be the nipples… The slut had large round breasts, tipped with neat brown nipples and slightly swollen milky brown areolas. How he wanted to see red weals appear on her creamy white skin and know that he had inflicted them… Taking careful aim, he struck hard, the looped tip of the crop catching the slut on the right nipple. She bucked and whimpered and he struck again, aiming for the left this time. Again she cried out although evidently she was trying to smother her cry.

At this he laid on with greater abandon, determined to make her scream and cry out uncontrollably. As he struck harder and harder, crossing his cuts so as to make a pattern of red lines appear all over her tits, he found her response very gratifying. She couldn’t move much, but she was wriggling nevertheless, desperately trying to avoid the fall of the crop, moving her body in a futile attempt to evade him which simply served to increase the severity of the punishment he meted out. At the same time her cries became louder and more breathless, ragged sobs and occasional loud screams punctuated by the rhythmical swish and crack of the crop. The Master kept a careful eye on his property, judging her limits, watching the increasing flow of wetness from her cunt, until he felt she had had enough and called a halt.

The other man had approached while the slut was receiving her punishing treatment at the hands of the younger man, fascinated by the visible signs, despite her cries and struggles, of her increasing excitement. He could clearly see and smell the flow of her juices glistening on her thighs and as the Master called a halt to the flogging, he seized his chance to bury his face in her cunt. The taste and aroma were exquisite, particularly to a man who’d been deprived of such sights, tastes and scents for rather longer than he cared to recall. The slut loved his attentions and was thrusting herself towards his eager mouth, careless of what the others might think of her abandoned behaviour. As the older man licked, sucked and nibbled she purred her contentment and uttered a slight moue of disappointment as he stepped back from her in order to remove his trousers.

Under the desk there was a platform that when pulled out raised him to exactly the height he needed in order comfortably to be able to thrust his cock into her dripping cunt. This he now did with no more ado and the slut sighed her pleasure as her cunt was filled and repeatedly pumped by the stranger’s cock. The others watched, the younger man still not quite believing that this woman could be so complaisant in her Master’s service as to submit so readily to the whims and demands of total strangers. But the evidence was there before him and his ears were full of the slut’s little moans and cries of pleasure and the jingling of the chain that still tethered her by her clitoris to the desk.

The older man tried to take his time but it was all too much for him. Fairly soon he came, thrusting hard and grunting as he filled the slut’s cunt with his cum. He fell heavily across her body but after a few seconds in order to recover himself, made way for his companion. The younger man had taken up the nipple clamps he’d removed from the cabinet earlier and asked the Master if he would apply them. The slut lay there panting, her nipples swollen from their earlier cropping, and when the Master fixed on the clamps she screamed. The clamps were joined by a long length of chain and the younger man asked if the slut could be turned onto her front so that he could sodomise her more easily.

When she’d been repositioned to his fancy, moaning as her clamped nipples came into contact with the leather of the desktop made hot and sticky with her sweat, he pulled the chain over her head so that he could keep a grip on it and use it as reins while he fucked her arse. The tight ring of her anus was already slippery with juice from her cunt and he pushed his hard cock against it with some force. Anal sex was something that he’d fantasised about for years but his wife would never let him try it and this was his first time. The slut moaned but relaxed her muscles, letting him in for her Master’s sake. Despite her practise at being used this way and her skills at relaxing her sphincter muscles, the rough force which the young man was using hurt her and his entry was abrupt and painful, ripping a cry from her. Oblivious to her distress he pressed on, sinking the thick length of his cock deep inside her and then thrusting hard with no gentle build-up of pressure.

As he thrust, he jerked on the chain, pulling at the nipple clamps so that the slut cried and gasped as sharp, searing pains pierced through her tender breasts. Her one consolation was knowing that the more she suffered on her Master’s account, the greater would be the pleasure and satisfaction she would afford him. He might then reward her and allow her to do what she most wanted to do, which was to offer him some of the same attentions and opportunities she now offered his guests. And so she mused, her anus become slack with the thrusting of the man who now grew and throbbed and came within her. He pulled away from her, swatting her arse as his cock popped out eliciting one last moan from her, and strode round to the front of the desk. ‘Suck me clean, whore’ he commanded and obediently the slut opened her mouth for him and licked her shit and a trace of blood from his still tumescent cock.

As she ministered to him with her mouth, he turned to her Master and said, ‘You know what I’d really like? To have her drink my piss the way she drank yours…’ The Master smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

‘My slut is at your disposal, gentlemen. Use her as you wish.’

The younger man needed no further telling. Although his cock was still semi-hard he managed to start pissing and obedient to her Master’s will, the slut drank the acrid yellow flow, swallowing it down without a murmur. The older man watched, turned on but disapproving. His younger colleague was acting like a kid in a sweetshop, he thought, wanting to try all the goodies at once, overcome with sheer greed. He had no thought at all for the woman he was using. Perhaps it’s sentimental of me, he thought, but I couldn’t use any woman the way he’s using her, particularly not one who gave me such an enjoyable fuck and who has such a delightful cunt… My colleague has no finesse. He exchanged glances with his host. The Master gave a minute gesture with his hands as if to say, these things happen, you and I know better but after all, that’s what she’s there for… And the young man finished pissing and shook the last few drops from his cock into the slut’s face.

Their host walked towards the desk and rang for his secretary. ‘We’re finished in here, Elisabeth, would you please call in and accompany my guests down to the boardroom?’ Idly he stroked the slut’s hair as he addressed the two men. ‘Elisabeth will bring you some coffee and I’ll join you in a few minutes’. A knock at the door announced the secretary’s arrival. Smiling at the two men, she said, ‘If you’ll just come with me…’ and led them out of the office. The younger man followed without a backward glance; the older man turned and almost spoke but, thinking better of it, turned back and followed the others out of the room. He’d wanted to express some sort of thanks but really it was impossible to find the appropriate words.

The Master and slut were left alone together. Gently he unfastened the chains and cuffs from her wrists and ankles but left the chain that still tethered her by the clitoris to his desk. Holding her by the waist he eased her off the desk and back into her basket, where he covered her solicitously with the grey fleece blanket.

‘Rest for a while, my dear’, he said. ‘I’ll get rid of our guests in an hour or so and then you and I can enjoy ourselves in private’. Squatting down beside her, he slipped a finger into her oozing cunt and ran it up and down her slit and around her swollen clitoris.

‘I enjoyed your performance very much, slut’ he told her, as she moaned and responded to his touch, pressing her shameless cunt against his fingers, wanting more. ‘Be patient, little one, you’ll get your reward’ he chided, removing his hand and slipping his fingers into her mouth. Avidly she sucked on them, tasting her cunt and the older man’s cum. ‘And remember…’ he told her, looking into her eyes and commanding her with his gaze, ‘you are NOT to touch yourself or cum but wait until I return.’

The slut nodded, her mouth still full of his fingers. The admonition was unnecessary. All that she was, all that she did, belonged to him, her pleasure most of all. It was his to give and his to take away. As he left her in peace, she snuggled back down in her basket, her hands obediently pillowing her cheek and nowhere near her aching, dripping cunt. She drifted back into slumber, the weals on her skin throbbing gently, reminding her of her servitude, badges demonstrating her outstanding performance of her duties. Of course she would wait for him. She would wait forever if necessary. She would do whatever he told her and she would wait for as long as it pleased him… for her ultimate pleasure was gained simply in submission to his will.

Wife Lusts For Large

Thirteen years ago, I voyeuristically watched my soon-to-be wife get plowed by my roommate at the time, with his 10-inch cock. It was remarkable to watch the look on her face and the way she got into his big dick. She never knew I saw the session with Frank and I never brought it up. It fulfilled a fantasy of mine at the time and one that I carried for the last 12 years of our marriage.

Occasionally during sex over the years, I’ve brought up the notion of having sex with a well-hung man. Mary always tells me that I’m fine and wants to leave it at that. I’m 6 inches and decent thickness. She doesn’t know that I remember her screams and her face while taking Frank’s size.

Mary’s now forty. She’s in very good shape, about 5′ 6″, 135 pounds. She has 34c breasts, good stomach, nice legs and a great 40 or 42 inch ass that’s still firm. I can still picture Frank taking her from behind with his big dick. One of my best stroking fantasies!

Last year we bought 2 acres and a cabin up in the mountains not far from our house. It’s in a nice community of people that live there permanently or use it for vacations. We built a nice house with a great family room and rec room that leads out to a spa in the back yard. What a great place to watch the stars, drink wine and fool around.

Our neighbors include a pilot, Jim and his wife Marcia, both in their late 40s. They have no children but wanted some badly. They enjoy coming over when we have the family at the cabin. Both of them are in great shape. Jim’s about 6′ and very athletic. Marcia’s about 5′ 4″ and stacked. She must have at least D cups.

We got the spa going a couple of months ago. After spending a hectic day with the children we called Jim and Marcia over to enjoy some wine and the stars with us. We put the children in bed, fired up the spa and uncorked a nice wine. Mary and I were in the spa when they came over. Wow, were they a gorgeous couple.

Marcia took off her t-shirt and her shorts and was in a bikini. What a body. I must have been gawking because Mary gave me a little pat under the water. Jim took off his t-shirt and was in excellent shape. Great abs, lean. He was also in nylon gym shorts and you could see the outline of a large package. I’m sure that both Mary and I gawked at him.

Well the water was hot, the wine was flowing, the cuddling was close and the talk went from the day’s activities to kids. Marcia admitted that they had tried to have kids but she was infertile. Even so, she commented that the two of them had sex all the time while trying and that Jim’s size always got her motivated. That brought a blush from Mary, Jim and me.

I got a raging hard on thinking of Marcia taking a big cock. Well, Jim must have thought the same. He and Marcia said that they had to go. When he got up from the tub, I could see that club of his hanging down under his shorts. Damn was it thick and long. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mary staring at his crotch. He quickly got a towel around himself and left with Marcia.

Mary commented on how attractive they were as a couple. I took the opportunity to start our foreplay and try to have sex with her. Mary felt my hard on, but said that she couldn’t have sex there with the kids upstairs. She did give me a hand job; kidding me that it was probably Marcia’s big tits that made me like that. Little did she know it was the fantasy of her doing Jim that got me in that state!

A few weeks ago, Mary said that she was going up to the cabin for the weekend to finish some decorating. I was going to do the bus driving duty for the weekend, taking the kids to their various events. Fortunately the kids got invited to a couple of sleepover parties. That gave me the opportunity to head up to the cabin on Saturday to meet Mary. I called the cabin a couple of times and got no answer. I dropped off the kids around dinnertime and headed up to the mountains.

As I drove to the cabin, I passed Jim and Marcia’s house and saw lights on. Good, I thought. I could invite them over for another bottle of wine. I got to our house and went into our bedroom to drop off my clothes. I could see the lights on in our backyard and heard the spa going. I went to the window to look out and saw an open bottle of wine, Jim on the edge of the spa with his shorts down and Mary in the spa with her top down, sucking the biggest dick I’ve seen on a man in 13 years!!!

Jim was leaning back, letting Mary feast on what had to be 9 or 10 inches of thick dick. Mary was using both hands to suck him in. I could see that she was stretching her mouth around the shaft. I pulled back from the window in order to enjoy the show and dropped my own shorts. Mary pulled her mouth of Jim’s cock, but kept stroking it. I heard her tell him how large it was. She also told him that it was 3 or 4 inches longer than and much thicker than mine. I also heard her say that hadn’t had a cock like his in a long time and missed it. Damn, Frank did change her!

Jim told Mary that it was all hers for the night any way she wanted it and that he was really turned on by her big ass. Mary just cooed and went back to sucking his cock.

She then got up out of the spa and took off her suit. Frank pulled his legs out and laid back, his big dick standing upright. There was my wife, nipples hard, body slick, positioning herself over his fat cock. She took his cock in her hand and started lowering herself onto it. What a sight. Watching her taking in more of it got me hard as iron. And god, what a mouth she had. “Damn, your so fucking big, Jim.” “God, I need your big dick in me”. There she was, impaled, head rolling back, Jim squeezing her tits, telling her to ride him hard.

Mary exploded in a huge orgasm while riding up and down on Jim. He had his hands on her hips driving her down even harder. They went on like this for a few minutes, and then Jim told her to get on her knees. Mary eagerly complied. She got on her knees and elbows and ass up for Jim. He positioned himself behind her and drove it home in one powerful stroke. The “OMGs” started from Mary immediately. Jim was pistoning his dick into Mary. She was pushing back on each of his thrusts.

Then, Jim stopped. I heard him ask Mary about doing it the way Marcia would do it for him. I saw her look back and tell him that she couldn’t possibly take it, that she never did it with me, but wanted to feel his dick there. Jim reached for a bottle of body oil at our spa. I saw him oil up his big dick and couldn’t believe that he was about to fuck my sweet wife’s ass with that monster cock. Mary helped him lube his shaft then turned back to him presenting her ass to him.

I could see him easing the head of his dick into her ass. I couldn’t believe my wife could take that cock there. I heard her starting to moan as Jim gently eased more cock into her ass. He got half his cock in her. Mary was telling him how good it felt. Then she went nuts, telling him to fuck her ass. Telling him how good his big cock felt in her ass. Telling him that she needed his whole cock in her. And he complied completely. Over and over again she was telling him to fuck her ass with his big cock. Damn, I finally came as hard as I ever had.

I could hear Jim tell her that he was also about to cum. Mary was telling him to “cum for me, baby”. He pulled that cock out of her ass, slid it up and down her ass crack, and then came in huge amounts all over her ass and back. What a sight.

I let them get themselves together a little while. I then went to the front door, opened and closed it loudly and called Mary’s name. I went around the house turning on some lights then headed downstairs. By then, both of them were back in the spa, sipping wine. I shook Jim’s hand and asked to have Marcia join us. He declined saying that he just stopped over for a bit and had to get going. He thanked Mary and I for the wine and said goodbye.

I asked Mary how things were going. She said fine, that Jim stopped by to help her unload curtains and stayed just a little bit. We had a little more wine and then Mary excused herself saying that she was tired. I said I understood, kissed her good night, and then had another great stroking session thinking of my wife, Jim and her lust for large cock.