0 comments/ 18148 views/ 0 favorites A Conversation By: ska_high “I can’t believe it. I can’t fucking believe it.” “What?” “You know that girl Michelle, the one I’m seeing?” “Yeah, your little hottie.” “Yeah, well, not anymore. She just dumped my ass.” “Are you serious?” “Yeah.” “Why?” “Honestly? It’s all about the sex. I guess I’m not giving her what she wants. I just don’t get it, man. I treat her like a fucking goddess, then she fucking dumps me. Whatever. Girls are so fucking confusing. I mean, seriously – I was so soft and fucking gentle with her – I made sure it was always special – or at least I thought it was. I mean, she never seemed comfortable with it, so I never pushed her. Not once. Never got crazy on her. Treated her like a goddess. Man, fuck you. Quit fucking laughing at me. Shut up this isn’t funny.” “I’m sorry man, I just can’t help it.” “What do you mean?” “Well, no wonder she dumped your ass. That girl is a SLUT.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Listen. Umm…How can I put this? Half this city has fucked her. Your brother fucked her. I fucked her. Everyone’s fucked her.” “Fuck you, you’re joking, right?” “Cross my heart. Dude, think about it – where do you think she was all those nights when you worked 3rd shift?” “I just assumed she was in bed, like any normal human…” “Ahh, my friend. That’s where you’re wrong. That little slut used to go to the bars every single night almost – well, if she wasn’t at home being bored by YOU. Damn, I never knew things were that bad. I always thought you must have been fucking her brains out, to keep a girl like that…if I would have known…” “What? You would have what? Crossed the line? Cheated with her? On your best friend?” “Man, fuck that. I DID. I fucked her a hundred times while you two were together. Once even at your house when you ran out for smokes.” “You didn’t.” “The hell I didn’t. Damn. That little girl loved to fuck. I’m serious – she couldn’t get enough.” “How come I never saw it?” “Maybe cuz you were too busy being PUSSY to ever give her a good fucking. Shit I remember one time…” “What?” “No, you don’t wanna hear it…” “Just fucking say it; you’ve come this far…” “Alright. I remember one night you were working late, and I was down with the guys grabbing some drinks at the Come Back. Don’t look at me like that – I didn’t have any secret plans to meet her or anything. I’m for real. Ok, so anyways, we were grabbing some drinks; I was getting pretty buzzed up – you know how I am. I can never have just one. Plus, that one hunny was working – you know, the blonde? And she always makes ‘em strong for me..Ok anyways, so I’m just kicking back, flirtin’ with the barkeep, you know, same old, and I look over on the dance floor, and guess who I see? Yup, you know it. But she wasn’t with a guy. She was fucking all over this hot-ass girl. I mean, her hand was up the girls skirt and everything. Their tongues kept missing their mouths, they were both so drunk. You could tell by the way they were dancing too. Michelle’s skirt bunched up around her hips, cuz the other girl’s leg was in-between hers. And she was grinding down on it. Hard. And she wasn’t wearing any panties either. You could tell from her bare ass the would show when she grinded down hard enough.” “Are you fucking serious.” “No lie, bro. Michelle had her hand down the girl’s jeans – they were unzipped and pulled WAY down…you could see her fingers moving inside the girl’s panties.” “So here they both are, right? Just fucking going at it, lost in their own world. Every guy in there was watching. I mean, how could you not, right? Well, then this one guy who was standing close, he gets up and starts grinding his cock up against the ass of the other girl. Michelle noticed right away. She reached around and was rubbing his cock through his pants. Well..Shit, I need a smoke. Hang on. “Ok, so where were we…oh, yeah. So then it all happens real quick. Somehow, I don’t know how, the other girl’s pants are down around her knees, and dude’s pants are unzipped and his cock is out. Hard as ever, of course. So Michelle backs up a little and watches as this other girl takes it hard from behind. Instantly after the first thrust, Michelle lies down on a table right behind her, and pulls the other girl in. They’re kissing when Michelle jams the girl’s head in-between her legs. Then the girl starts eating her like crazy. Michelle looks like she’s going nuts; she’s looking all around the room, wide-eyed, at each guy watching her. Another one was standing near-by, just taking the whole scene in. Well, Michelle sees his dick in his pants and instantly her hand shoots out and she’s pulling him in by the belt. She undoes his pants, grabs his cock with one hand, and her body kinda half-twists sideways as she takes it in her mouth. she just starts sucking away like an animal man. Like she was starving for it. Well, dude behind her sees this, and he starts thrusting crazy in the other girl, who by now was so caught up in orgasm that she had stopped sucking on Michelle and had her eyes closed and her open mouth pressed against the inside of Michelle’s thigh. “Michelle is just going nuts on this guy’s dick – he didn’t last for shit. You could see him cum in about 1 minute. She dropped him out of her mouth and instantly put him on ignore, looking for more hard dick. No one stepped up to the plate though. No one could handle it I guess. Or they were just in shock. Whatever. Well, the dude from behind came in the other girl – I think pretty damned hard too, from the way he was grabbing her ass and slamming in her. Michelle saw him pull out, and suddenly it was back to the two girls. “Michelle sat up a bit, just enough to tug at the other girl’s pants. She got the idea, quick. She kicked her shoes off and took her pants and panties off too – just tossed em aside. I wonder if she ever found ‘em…Hey, are you ok?” “I’m just in shock. Serious.” “Oh, it gets better. Listen. Ok, Michelle leans all the way back on the table, and this other girl climbs up on a chair and onto the table, straddling Michelle’s face, with her ass to her head. Michelle instantly grabs her hips and slams her tongue inside the girl. She starts slamming her tongue in and out; you can see that other guy’s cum all over her mouth now. Well, this is exactly the point where it devolved into nothing but a fuck-toy fuck-fest. I don’t know what happened first. Guys were everywhere. The first thing that happened was some guy came up in between Michelle’s legs and starting kissing the other girl. Then, while he was kissing her he unzipped his pants and tossed his dick deep into Michelle. I mean DEEP; you could see her wince. So he starts fucking her like crazy, still making out with the girl. Well, that all ends when the other girl is suddenly thrown forward by the force of a cock in her ass. Some guy just started fucking her – you can see his balls hitting Michelle’s face each time he thrusted. Well, the other girl, being bent over and sandwiched in-between two guys, immediately found a cock in her mouth. Then two cocks. Well, I mean she was going back and forth between two cocks, sucking them all while she’s getting eaten and fucked. Well, Michelle sees this and she turns her head to the side. Like a hungry baby, instantly she has a cock in her mouth. She seems to like this, a LOT, so she reaches up and starts fingering the other girl’s pussy. Real deep and hard, too. “Well, to make a long story short, this went on for a while. Any time a guy came, there was a new dick to take his place. Shit, I mean, guys were lining UP for this shit. Even a couple girls got in it, but not really – they just started fucking or sucking some of the guys waiting for their turn. Well, I don’t know at what point in time, but sometime during all this, the other girl had had enough. Maybe she went home with some guy; I don’t know. No one cared. Cuz here’s Michelle, with that fucking BODY of hers, climbing off the table and down onto the floor. She gets into doggystyle and starts rubbing her clit hard. I’m pretty sure she came, at least once. Everyone was watching; no one was moving. That’s how good she fucking looked. “Then, she said the first words she said all night: ‘Come and get me.’ She wasn’t even talking to anyone in particular. But that was enough. Right then Michelle became the personal fuck-slut of every guy in there. It went on for well over an hour – maybe two. She was slammed on the ground, hit, forced, hurt; the rougher she was treated – and the more cocks she had in her – the louder she fuckin’ moaned. Damn I’m telling you…Dude why so quiet?” “Why the hell do you think? I can’t believe this is the same girl we were talking about here. So, you fucked her, right?” “Yeah. But wouldn’t you have, man? I mean, SERIOUSLY.” “Damn right I would have. Shit, no WONDER she was bored with me!” “I’m glad you’re laughing, man. No hard feelings?” “HELL no. You put everything into perspective for me. Girls like that aren’t for dating, they’re for fucking. Even I know that…now, all I gotta do is learn to tell the difference…” “You’ll get there. Hey…” “Yeah?” “If there’s no hard feelings…. “Yeah?” “You think I could have her number? All this talking got me thinking.” “Fuck you, dude. Me first.” “Share?” “What are you doing tonight?” “Nothing. You?” “Nothing.” “Call her.” A Conversation Dear reader. About two years ago I had an online friendship through Literotica. My friend had an interest in Clothed Female, Nude Male, among other interests. She is a much favored writer here. I wrote this story for her in 2009 and I recently came across it in my documents. We had good times online for about a year, we wrote private stories for each other. I thought I'd share this with you. By the way, this was before Skype. Jay Richards. ______________________________ Hello, anyone there? Jay? Yes...Sally? Hi. Hi. Well, this is fun. It is, we get to speak but still kind of anonymous. Hmmm pretty cool. When I was a kid you couldn't imagine this kind of thing. Cell phones, computers, texting, phone sex... Ha ha, you're kind of funny. Are you home? Yes, I'm alone up in our spare room. How's the story going, the one with the teacher-Mr. Richardson? Oh, it's going well. I'll send you the new pages. So describe where you are, and what you're wearing. Ok, I'm in my bedroom on the bed. I have pillows behind me and the laptop on a low kind of food tray above my lap. I'm wearing shorts and a John Mellencamp T shirt. Did you work today? Yes, only one shift. Did you think about this conversation today while you were working? Yes. What did you think about it? I hoped it would happen. Did you have your doubts? Well...yeah some, I wouldn't blame you if you decided not to be here but it's just fun you know? Nothing serious right? Right. What are you wearing? Uh, shorts, T shirt no socks or shoes. But I want to get back to you...your day-you said you thought about this conversation today, what did you think about it, besides that you hoped I'd find my way into the chat room...what else? Before you answer, I promise I will not lie or say anything that is not really happening, I will be truthful in everything we do today. So will I Jay. I hoped we would have some kind of cyber-sex. Did you get excited about that thought? Did your heart pound? Were you hoping to make yourself cum? Yes I wanted to cum all day whenever I thought about this.. Can I ask you a question? Yes Are you hard? Is your cock hard in your shorts? Yes, very hard. My heart is throbbing in my throat. Can you open your shorts and slide them down your legs? Yes. Hold on a minute. Ok, my shorts are off. My nipples are hard and I am becoming excited. By what? What is making you so excited Jay? I..I feel almost as if you will see my hardened cock if I take off my underwear. I will feel so exposed to you with my cock standing out like that. I will see it Jay, I will see your cock. Your computer is allowing me to see you. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine that I'm seeing you and you see me? Yes Today you will do as I ask Jay won't you? You will be my cum boy right? Yes...I will try. You will be, you will listen to me and please me, and I will please you. Please remove your T shirt. Ok, Hold on. It's off. Touch your chest, not your nipples, just your chest. Now run your palms over your nipples Jay, make them hard. They are so hard already. Stroke them softly. Yes, I will. Uhhh... Now remove your under shorts. Ok I did it. You are nude. Yes. You are alone, and nude for me while I am fully dressed. Your hardened cock is standing up for me. you are so naked and exposed. Yes. Continue to stroke your nipples, tell me about it. Oh god it feels so good, my cock is so hard, I'm dripping. You're dripping slippery pre cum. Yes. Put some on your finger and apply it to your nipples Jay Sally I... What Jay? I want to stroke it, I want to stroke my cock. No. Don't. Put the pre cum on your nipples Jay, lube them. Yes, I did. Is there more pre cum? Yes Put some on your finger Jay, and place it in your mouth. It will prepare you for what you are going to do. What? You'tr going to fulfill the story about tasting your cum Jay, you;re going to do it for me, and for my friend. Your friend? Yes, her name is Tiana, she is watching with me. Oh I....yes, you said you might have a friend, it's ok-hi friend. She says hi back to you Sally, are you dressed still? Yes, I'm going to remain dressed today although I might put my hand into my panties, I want you to know that while you are nude for me with your hardened cock dripping for me, I am fully clothed as you are standing before me and my friend. You are completely exposed to us. Do you feel strange touching yourself in front of your friend, isn't that a little nasty? Does that thought excite you? Yes. The thought of her watching you stroke your vagina is very exciting, even more if she touches herself at the same time. I know you aren't interested in girls, but I can dream can't I? Ha ha, yes you can Jay...but remember that you are listening to me, I am instructing you and you are going to be displaying your hardened cock and your swaying balls to me in all of your nakedness, right? Yes Sally, my hardened cock and swaying balls are exposed to you and your friend right now. I am standing naked and dripping. Taste your pre cum Jay, lick your finger. Suck it into your mouth. I am...Sally, I'm licking my pre cum... I want to cum...I want to cum on you...are you touching yourself...are you stroking your open pussy Sally, are you putting your fingers inside you? Yes Jay, I am, I am stroking my pussy waiting for you to squirt your cum on my nipples...and then Jay, you are going to taste it, you are going to do that today....now, you may cum on my nipples now, but I have to hear your promise-that you will do it, you will taste the hot cum from my nipples... I will Sally, I'm going to do it for you, I'm going to cum on you...my eyes are closed, I see you with your knees drawn up your vagina is so open to me, your fingers are plunging in now...your nipples are so hard for me I...mmm. Cumming....I'm squirting ........onnnn.....youuuuuuuu............. Lick it now Jay, don't think about it,...you promised me... lick it, lick it now.......... Uhhhh I'm cumming again............I'm squirting on youuuu your nipples are dripping my cum, I'm going to lick it now..... I'm tasting it Sally...it is on my tongue, my first taste of my cum from your nipples. I'm eating my cum for you. Jay....I'm cumming............uhhhhhh Oh.........oh..........I'm squirting.......... Taste your nectar Sally, lick it from your hand... Uhhhh oh Jay....I'm licking it, my friend is cumming too, she's screaming....it's so funny. Wait, give me a minute, my heart is pounding....................Wow. Ok, now, tell me how it tasted -your cum how was it? Uhh...pungent, a little odd...I'm a little turned off by the smell of my cum, but it wasn't as bad as I'd thought. Will you do it again Jay? Only for you Sally, I promise I'll eat my cum if doing so makes you squirt your cum. I have to clean up, I got cum on my keyboard. Ha ha. That was fun. Thank you for letting me know you were fingering your pussy for me, it was my favorite visual. Anytime sport, anytime. See you soon. Bye. Bye. A Pillow Chat My wife Angela and I had enjoyed almost twenty years of happy and contented marriage. We were compatible, enjoyed each other's company, loved to travel together on sun vacations and were acceptably open with each other. Our sex life had been great and we had been faithful to each other, although we had never acknowledged that we had on occasion considered sex with someone else. It was strange that ultimately the admission of erotic interest in others seemed to free us in all aspects of our life, while increasing our affection and closeness. The admissions took place in bed. It all just sort of happened. We socialized with other couples of our age, and little flirtations were common. I would guess that Angela received more interest from the men in our group than I did from the ladies, but there were a few who obviously considered me worthy of erotic thoughts. We began to relate these flirtations as a form of foreplay. The admissions evolved into fantasies. 'Who would you like to take to bed?' 'I let Rob rub his cock on me when we danced.' 'If I'm ever alone with Larry he'll fuck me.' 'Sarah asked me to call her next week.' 'What if we swapped with Lou and Betty?' Gradually the fantasies seemed to make the possibility of infidelity an acceptable option. This erotic chat occurred only during sex in bed and several years passed without any real action on our part. I had become friends with a sales representative who visited our city several times a year. He and I just seemed to enjoy each other's company. We often went out for dinner, and just as often ended up in a bar or pub. Brad was a real pussy hound. He was outgoing and friendly and seemed to feel that it was his duty to mount every woman that looked at him. And many women looked at him. He related his conquests to me in great detail with his love of oral sex being a regular feature. I began to repeat his stories to Angela during our sex conversations. She became fascinated with Brad, although she only knew him through his stories. Brad and I attended an annual industry convention. I told Angela one night that Brad had regularly offered me the services of a high end call girl at each convention, but that while curious I had never accepted his offer. She was on top of me at the time, my cock buried in her as we engaged in our verbal form of foreplay, and I sensed that the idea of me with another woman was turning her on. She immediately hooked her arms under my shoulders and began to screw me almost in desperation. She hissed, "Go for it next time, fuck one and tell me about it." She hooked her legs between mine, using my resistance to spread-eagle and drive her clenching ass cheeks down and around my cock. We lay there for a while. She turned on her side and leaned up over me, kissed me and whispered, "I meant that. I have been thinking of it ever since you first told me." I replied, "Baby, I am not sure that I could do it. Besides, you're still horny and will change your mind by tomorrow." That seemed to be the end of it for several months until it became Convention time once more. Angela did not enjoy conventions and was not comfortable with being a 'Convention wife.' She had begged off joining me most years unless the convention city was of particular interest. She declined attending this year's affair. We went out for dinner at our favorite restaurant the night before I left. Our sex that night was intense and tender as if my week away from her would be our last. Angela raised the issue of the call girl once more. "Do it my love, I really want you to spend a night with another woman. Don't ask me why, I don't know. But the thought of you in the arms of a beautiful woman turns me on. And especially with someone that you will only meet one time." This last stated with a guilty grin. The next day as I prepared to leave for the airport, her last words before our good-bye kiss were, "Do it." I was cleared to go for what would turn out to be a glorious night of sex with a beautiful woman. I had not informed Brad of our discussions to this point, and really all that I had decided was that if offered the opportunity once more, I would almost certainly accept. I had experienced sex a few times with ladies of the night prior to my marriage. Aside from it always being a pleasure to get off in a woman, the lack of tenderness and affection did not make it much more fulfilling than jerking off. At 18 to 20 years of age, one did it more to prove one's manhood than anything else. However, Brad assured me that he would supply me with an unforgettable encounter, and he did. Angela and I were in our bedroom the night that I returned from the convention. She was sitting in front of the bedroom vanity fixing her hair, ready to hear my story. She glanced my way and said, "Talk babe, tell me it all, I want everything, no detail left out." I swear her gown parted on it's own exposing one entire beautiful breast as she spoke. I began my tale. "I was in Brad's hospitality suite the second afternoon of the convention. Brad approached me, put his hand on my shoulder and asked quietly, 'Wanna get laid this time? We have some Grade A pussy available.' He grinned at me, probably not expecting an affirmative reply. I paused, this was it, and blurted out, 'Sure, it's time I tested out some of your best product.' He gulped his drink in surprise. Damn, maybe he had been bullshitting me about nice ladies for customers. But no, he recovered quickly. He said, 'Great, I'm going to arrange for you to meet the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world. She's about 35 and married. She is not a regular and only takes customers when she feels like it. Her hubby is okay with it so you will not have to worry about someone pounding on the hotel room door. She is more of a courtesan than a call girl and really enjoys her work. This will be the experience of a life time, guaranteed.' Angela spoke up. "Were you excited babe? God, I wouldn't mind a crack at her myself." She giggled self-consciously. I said, "Oh yeah, I was excited. She sounded great and I was ready to meet her. My only reply to Brad was 'when?'" I continued, "Brad slapped my back and said, 'give me a little while to set this up. Are you ready for later today?'" Angela's robe fell open as she turned towards me. Her tits were hanging out and her legs spread. "Were you hard baby? Was your mind already planning what you would do? Turn the blanket down, let me see if you're hard now." I was sitting with my back against the headboard with a light sheet covering the lower half of my body. I pulled the sheet sideways. Angela's legs spread wide, her pussy lips already glistening with moisture. "You're bad baby," she moaned. "Is that for me, or for thoughts of your hot hooker? Never mind me, I'll get mine later, tell me what happened next." "Brad gave me the keycard to a suite in a hotel several blocks away from the Convention Hotel. He showed me a photo of Stacy; she was very beautiful in a quiet way. I would never have taken her to be a call girl. He told me that she preferred to meet first in the hotel bar before going to the room. He said that the encounter was what the two of us would make it to be. Time was our own and that I would know whether she was available for more than one roll in the sack. He ended by saying, 'Man, enjoy this, it is a one shot in a lifetime opportunity.' I was nervous and returned to my own room to prepare myself for my adventure. I restricted myself to one glass of wine, despite the urge to drink the entire bottle. I shaved and showered and fussed over what I would wear. I put on a new pair of Joe Boxer's for the occasion." Angela moved to sit beside me on the bed. She looked down at my hard cock but did not touch it. "Were you still hard? Did you get yourself off in the shower, like you do sometimes at home? You used to do that sometimes before you fucked me. You said it was to take the edge off and keep you from coming too quick." She was teasing a bit, but she was not smiling and really wanted an answer. "No babe, I decided to save it all for whatever would happen." "Did you think about me babe? I love it when you are horny, your hands burning to touch me, your cock throbbing to penetrate me," Angela moaned, biting her lip as her fingertips drifted along my inner thigh. There was really no suitable answer to that so I continued the story. "I was sitting at the bar when Stacy arrived. Heads turned as she spotted me and moved gracefully towards me in a manner that suggested we were old friends who had not seen each other for some time. She was of medium height, slender build with auburn hair. My eyes fastened on her pale blue eyes as she extended her hand for mine, and then she brushed my cheek with a kiss. She smelled like heaven. Large framed horn rimmed glasses suggested a teacher or librarian, not a hooker. She was gorgeous. I stood, sort of fumbling with what to say to her other than, "Hello Stacy." She nodded discreetly towards a booth and grasped my arm as we moved towards it while making it appear that it was my idea. A waiter was there immediately and I almost suggested that he close his mouth because he was gawking at her like a schoolboy. She was very gracious and ordered a Shirley Temple. Angela said, "I'm jealous already. She sounds like a movie star. What was she wearing?" I had barely thought about the clothes she was wearing, my mind was so intent on what was under them. But I replied, "She wore a white satin blouse, dark gray flared skirt, some sort of black net stockings and medium high heels. You could sense her body beneath the clothes and I had the impression that she was not wearing bra or panties. She was quite stunning. I felt that she approved of me as she probed me with subtle questions obviously intended to relieve my unease. I began to relax and joined in the chat. I suddenly realized that her hand was covering mine, her eyes sort of sultry and inviting. She had made up her mind. 'Do you have any wine in the suite? I think that I might like a glass.' She slipped her fingers between mine until our palms were pressing tightly together. Sex was suddenly in the air. I called for the bill, ordered a bottle of wine sent to the suite and attempted to look like a man of the world as I guided her out to the elevator. She held my arm as we walked, her breast rubbing my upper arm and chest, her hip bumping gently against mine." Angela was very hot now. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed but now she leaned over me, allowing her tits to brush my chest, while one hand felt my legs and balls. Her dark eyes burned into mine as she teased my lips with hers, her tongue tip tracing the outline of my mouth. I was ready to fuck her and reached behind her to fondle her ass cheeks as she worked on me. "Not yet baby," she whispered, "keep talking, this is so hot, my pussy is soaking." Hardly words that might dissuade me, but I also found that it aroused me to relate my tale to my horny wife and so continued. "Stacy surveyed the suite as if checking for bugs but I suspect that she was really giving me time to settle down. She stood by the window as I approached her with her wine. Ah man, she was beautiful. She was totally at ease and fully in control of events. We touched glasses, sipped some wine and she moved in closer, pressing her hips forward to feel my hardness, while applying a light lingering kiss. Her eyes were hooded as she said, 'this is all for your pleasure. Everything that I do will be for you. You can take me any way you want, use me, fuck any part of me. Or you can let me lead the way and explore your hidden thoughts and wishes.' Her tongue slipped totally into my mouth, her soft lithe body pressed to mine as if they were molded. She pulled back to peer into my eyes for a response. This was very different from my last encounter with a lady of the night who had lay down, hiked her skirt up around her hips and held out her arms. It had been all over in about 4 minutes. If this was a modern day hooker, I had been missing something. I just whispered into her ear, 'Lead the way.'" Angela was squirming and panting with desire by now. She whispered with a husky voice, "Touch me now lover, I'm living every word, I'm your hooker." Her robe was on the floor and she knelt with her knees each side of my legs, leaning into me with her arms braced on the headboard each side of my head, her tits hanging in front of me, her long nipples aching to be sucked. I was having difficulty recalling the events of my night with Stacy but after rolling and squeezing my wife's nipples I regained control of my mind and continued. "Stacy set her wine glass down on a bedside table and began to undress me, slowly and deliberately. 'Keep still,' she murmured, 'this is most fun, just let me do it.' She knelt to remove my shoes, sliding her hand up under my pant legs, feeling my calf muscles, then tugged off each sock. She rose, giving the impression that she could not wait to continue. She unhooked my belt and slowly eased the zipper down. She knelt once more, I could feel her hair brush my legs as she removed my slacks and lay them carefully on a chair. I could feel her heat as she loosened my tie and pulled it off. Her fingers worked quickly and easily on my shirt buttons, loosening them and moving behind me to remove the shirt. The knob of my cock was trapped up under the band of my shorts." I paused in my tale now, lifted each of my wife's tits, kissed and sucked each bursting nipple. She trembled at my touch. 'Baby, keep talking." I settled down, one loves to turn their partner on like this. The story became part of my seduction. I was getting equal response with my words as with my lips and fingers. I ran my hand between her legs, fingertips rubbing along each side of her swollen pussy lips. "Stacy began to undress in front of me. Her pale blue eyes were electric with promise as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged out of it. Her skirt slipped to the floor. I groaned at the sudden view of her strip of copper colored bush, framed by a gossamer garter belt and sheer stockings. I watched in fascination as she rolled the stockings to the floor, turning away from me as she pulled them off along with her heels. As she bent away from me, I could see her full pussy between her cheeks, lips swollen and moist." Angela cried out as I spoke, I slipped two fingers up into her pussy, she clutching against me as I fingered her. I whispered to her, "Do you want it now babe? This is crazy; I can finish the story another time. I want to fuck you now." My fingers slowed as Angela considered her options. She clutched and squeezed at my fingers with her pussy, then I felt her relax a bit and she said, 'No, not now, I want more story now, better take your fingers out.' This last said with an embarrassed giggle. I reset once more, allowing my mind to return to my tryst with Stacy, the courtesan. "She was still turned away from me as she straightened and looking back over her shoulders she smiled, 'take my bra off Jim, I love a man to do that for me.' My hands were shaking as I approached her from behind. Actually I would have loved to feel her beautiful round ass cheeks first, but I was determined to follow orders, it had been a blast so far. I allowed my cock, still trapped in my shorts, to rub against the crease between her cheeks. The bra was of the same flimsy material as the garter belt. I could see her dark nipples through the cloth as I viewed her in the mirror. The cups held her tits just right, sagging realistically for delightful viewing. The clasp released easily to my fumbling fingers and she turned her head as my hands slipped under her arms and cupped her tits, we kissed again as I found her nipples with my hot fingertips." Angela interrupted me again, groaning with desire, "Ah baby, my nipples are aching, suck them babe." I lifted both tits up and rubbed the nipples together, teasing them with my tongue before sucking each one, much harder this time. Normally, when we got to this point in our lovemaking, it would be time for some cock in a pussy. And with one sign from Angela, that would have happened now. I felt her relax; she was determined to hear the entire story. "Stacy took control once more. She moved to sit down on the side of the bed, pulling me to stand in front of her. She gazed lustily up at me as her hands ran up and down my legs and hips, seeming to ignore the bulge in my shorts. Then her fingertips pushed under the band and down to my ass cheeks. I could feel her fingernails scraping my skin as she grit her teeth as if trying to keep from digging her nails into my butt. She pushed the shorts down, her hot palms caressing my ass. The knob of my cock popped out, swollen and purple with blood. She leaned ahead, her hair teasing my exposed cock. By the time my shorts were on the floor, her tongue was sliding up and down the bottom of my shaft. My knees weakened, I was close to getting off. She pulled her mouth back off as she sensed my pending release. She said, 'Stay calm Jim, there's more to enjoy before I take you.' The entire experience was earth shaking and I wanted more of it. I took a deep breath. She lifted my cock in one hand and used her other hand to stroke along the bottom of my shaft before softly grasping my balls. I moaned something like 'Aahhhgg.' She looked up at me again and smiled, "You are ready aren't you, it is very tempting.' She stood up and ordered me gently, 'Lie down on your belly.'" Angela chose this point in time to change her position. She sat on her butt facing me, and extended her legs forward under mine, scrunching her ass towards me as she leaned backward on her extended arms. She moved up until her pussy was within inches of my cock. We had fucked like this once, sipping wine in front of a fireplace on a bearskin rug. Despite the temptation, she had not yet touched my cock. "Stacy moved over top of me, her hands braced on my shoulders, slowly lowering down until her tits brushed my back. She lay fully down on me and kissed and licked my body as she moved downwards. I felt her tits rubbing and squashing on my butt, her hot lips kissing and licking away on my lower back. She went lower nipping and kissing my cheeks, her tongue ran up the crack of my ass." Angela slipped closer to me, easing her pussy up against the base of my cock and balls. Her eyes were closed as she bit her lip and moaned. I could feel the hot pussy juices greasing my cock. I continued, "Stacy rolled me to my back and lay down on me, her hot breath in my ears and neck, her tits crushed against my belly and her pussy rubbing and humping a thigh. She slid lower, kissed and licked my nipples, her lazy eyes peeking up at me to read my reaction. She sucked them. My stiff cock was crushed up along her belly, almost at her tits. She raised up a little, and began to tease my cock with her tits." Angela whimpered, "Baby, did she suck you? Where you close to getting off?" She reached ahead with one hand and pulled my knob down and rubbed it in her soaking hot pussy lips. "Let me fuck you now babe," I groaned. I wanted to drive my cock deeper into her than ever before. I reached down to clasp my hands on her ass, but she stiffened and resisted me. "No, no, not yet," she said, "Finish the story now. I want to hear it all." My heart was pounding, I knew that her resistance would not last very long if I decided to take her. But this was so exciting and I knew it would lead to an even more intense encounter later. "Stacy could sense that I was in fair control and she moved my legs up over her shoulders with my cock jammed alongside her face and in her hair. She positioned it with her hands, God she had soft hands, like hot velvet gloves around my shaft. She licked the knob and kissed my balls before lifting her head up and lowering her mouth down around my cock. I grabbed her head, holding it steady as her tongue swirled around my cock before sliding her lips up and down. I began to tremble, my cock was pulsing so she pulled back off of me and lifted her body over mine." A Pillow Chat Angela was murmuring incoherently, she moved ahead and my knob popped in between her pussy lips. My knees were trembling from the memory of Stacy mounting me, all the while enjoying that glorious feeling of a pussy swallowing my cock. "Stacy settled over top of me, her knees each side of my hips, holding her tits in her hands, the nipples peeping through between her thumb and forefinger. I directed my cock up under her pussy. She may have been a hooker, but I believed that she was gaining as much pleasure from all of this as was I. She slid slowly down my cock until her ass cheeks rested on my upper thighs. I was fully buried in her; she paused for a minute or so as if planning her next move. She began to fuck me with her pussy. I swear no other part of her body was moving, just the muscles inside her pussy twisting and turning and sliding up and down my throbbing cock." Angela's feet had worked up around the back of my butt and I suddenly realized that she had consumed almost half of my cock. She was still leaning back on her hands, her eyes shut, her tits hanging beautifully each side of her chest. Her trimmed triangular bush pointed down to the width of my shaft partially buried in her pussy. I wasn't certain if she was still listening to my tale, but when I moved to pull her to me and fuck her, she whispered, "Fuck me but keep talking." God, where was I? It had been relatively easy to relate my tale during the first part of our joint seduction, but now it was close to impossible to both talk and fuck. I clasped my hands behind Angela's ass cheeks and pulled myself totally into her. "Stacy began to rise and fall on me, twisting downwards and then back upwards, slow and easy at first. She began to move faster while leaning ahead over me, bracing herself on my shoulders as her ass lifted and lowered more quickly. Her tits brushed my face and she began to ride me hard. I grabbed her ass as she crushed her tits on my chest, her heels hooking under my thighs as she took me over the cliff as if it were she with the cock." Angela was clamped up against me; my tale lost in the moment, her ass sliding back and forth on the sheet as her body shook and trembled. I quickly pushed her to her back and fully mounted her, getting off in her just as my story had me creaming Stacy's pussy. Angela and I lay panting, upside down on the bed, our bodies glued together while her pussy still trembled and pulsed around my streaming cock. But it was not over. The tale telling I mean. "What happened then? Did she stay the night with you? Wasn't that the deal? Sounds as if she enjoyed you. Did she want more?" I could tell that Angela was hoping that it had ended there. I sensed that she did not want to hear more right then. I answered, "Well actually she did suggest that we have dinner somewhere and if I wished she would stay the night with me. But I was quite content to end it then, suggesting that while I would love to take her for dinner I declined the invitation for later. She was happy with that and very gracious. It was only about 8 pm by this time, so we cleaned up, dressed and found a nearby restaurant for a casual meal." "Did you kiss her goodnight?" my lovely wife queried. "The kissing made me edgy, the sex part was hot." I paused a minute, smiled at her and said, "Yes, of course, what can you do after a beautiful woman has provided so much pleasure." Angela relaxed visibly, rolled up on top of me and said, "Of course, but that's all you get for your memory banks, you're mine now, only mine." She kissed me and smiled down at me. I had the feeling however that there was another shoe to drop, and it dropped quickly. "When is Brad coming to town next?" A Conversation Between Cuck-Queens Dear ugly people. Please don't read this story and leave your vomit at the end. This story will offend your tender sensibilities -- offend your pure and precise knowledge of right and wrong. It will bring near to your conscious minds those deep longings you have so successfully repressed (except when reading my stories). It will do to your emotions what my other stories have done and cause you to reveal to your enemies, as you scream at me, all of your pathetic, emotional hang-ups. And they will laugh at you again. Please, just go away. * I had met Peg at a party last year and for lots of reasons we had become good friends. We live near each other and belong to the same club and neither of us works and we like to shop and do lunch together and ... well we fit together very nicely. But, without a doubt, the most important thing that we both have in common is that both of our husbands are voyeur-cucks. That is what we talk about most of the time. How to keep them satisfied and happy! Our husbands are both very successful businessmen in their mid thirties. We live well. We can afford to play well. And we travel a lot. We need to be away from home for our husbands to safely enjoy their favorite diversion -- their pastime -- their hobby -- or what ever you want to call it - watching Peg and me get fucked! Recently we had been vacationing together in Nassau and had double fun. It was a lazy weekday afternoon and Peg and I were sitting under an umbrella by the club pool, off to ourselves, enjoying a fruit punch (with a little vodka to relax us). We weren't saying much until I brought up our favorite subject. "It's funny," I said, "but neither of us knew our husbands were cucks when we married them." "It's not funny at all, Trish," Peg said, "they didn't know it themselves." "What do you mean? How can a guy not know that?" I asked. "Well," Peg said, "they repress it. It comes out gradually. Remember how it started?" I thought about that for a moment. Peg just sat there waiting for my answer. Ed and I had been married about ten years ago. Everything was normal for a year or so. He had always admired my figure in a bikini. About a year after we were married we were on vacation in the Caribbean and he got this thing about nude beaches. We went to a few and, somehow, I got the feeling that he was showing me off. I couldn't remember exactly why I felt that way, but I did. I explained this to Peg. "You were right. He was showing you off. That's the way Gerry started with me. He wanted me to wear a really small bikini and he talked about nude beaches and we did a couple." "Yeah the bikini," I remembered. "He wanted me to wear small tight ones and he liked white. I told him my nipples and beaver showed through when they got wet, but he said not to worry." Peg laughed. "Gerry too. A white bikini was what I had to wear. I finally got to where I didn't care if guys stared at me -- I just got used to it." "And it was always on vacation," I said, "never here at home. They were ashamed of it with their friends. They only did it with strangers." "Right. Never at home! Especially never around business associates," Peg said. "But on vacation -- always. And I remember I had a special set of dresses, just for vacations. Did you?" I had to laugh at that. "Did I ever! Vacation dresses never to be worn at home. Short skirts -- I mean thigh high! And spike heels -- like stilts! And cleavage! Half of my tits hanging out!" Peg laughed. "And we'd go to the hotel bar with the late crowd -- sit at the bar -- never at a table. Gerry always got me a little drunk. Always very low lights. He'd sit me on a stool with my miniskirt half way up my thighs. The bastard always made me wear hose with a garter belt and the tops of the hose were usually visible when I sat on the stool. Some guy would always join us at the bar sitting next to me. Gerry would talk to him real friendly-like. The next thing you know the guy would be rubbing his knee against mine and that was the moment Gerry picked to head for the men's room!" "What did you do?" I asked. "At first I'd fight 'em off if I hadn't had too much to drink. Then later I'd let 'em cop a feel of my leg. What the hell? I figured that was what Gerry wanted to see when he came back. After a few vacations that was what he did see. Me - with my knees about a foot apart and the guy stroking the inside of my thigh, working his way up." "What did Gerry do when he saw that?" I asked. "He'd lean over to the guy's ear and say something about getting a booth. And the three of us would go back to the darkest booth in the place and I'd sit between the two of them and the guy would spread my legs and get his hand between 'em and slowly work his way up to my pussy. Then Gerry would pull my pants down for him so he could get at it." "Then what?" I asked. Her story was almost exactly like mine, except that by the time I got to the guy-groping-me-at-the-bar stage I was not wearing any panties. Ed made me take them off before he took me into the bar. Sometimes the guy got to my pussy before we got back to a booth. Early on I had just quit wearing panties most of the time on vacation. "Well, the guy would usually play with my pussy for a while. I'd be mostly drunk. Playing with my pussy always turns me on so I'd get dripping wet -- so wet that Gerry could hear the squishy sounds of the guy playing with me. Usually I'd come. Gerry and the guy would laugh when I did, and say 'She's about ready' or something like that." "Did you take the guy up to your room?" I asked. "Yeah, after a few months we always ended up in our room with me getting fucked and Gerry watching the guy fuck me. It was gradual. It was two years into our marriage and over a year from the first nude beach till I was getting fucked regularly on vacation. Of course it's been happening all the time ever since." "Did you enjoy fucking strangers?" I asked. "Well, yeah I did actually. It's a hell of a lot better than fucking Gerry and having him always wanting me to whisper in his ear about the last guy I fucked. I'd get a little drunk and just lay back and enjoy it. Most guys were always good for two loads. But after a year or so I decided if I was gonna fuck strangers I wanted to pick 'em out myself." "So I just told Gerry we were gonna do it different. He started to argue and I told him to shut up -- if he wanted to watch me fuck we were gonna do it my way. That was the biggest turning point in our marriage. He got real tame and listened. I told him he was gonna stay in charge of making money and I was gonna take charge of spending it -- including the fucking. From then on he took orders. I told him what to do and he did it." I was curious because Ed and I had reached a similar point early in our marriage. I had taken charge of the fucking. I asked Peg to explain what happened. "I made Gerry stay in the room. I'd go down to the bar and look around for a guy. The way I dressed they were attracted like flies to honey. They swarmed around and I had my pick. We'd dance and I'd let 'em play with my ass. Then I'd pick a guy and we'd go back to a booth and it was pussy time -- I'd quit wearing pants by then. Then I let 'em know they could come up to the room and fuck me but they had to let my husband watch. God! That was funny -- you should have seen some of the looks I got." "Did most of them do it?" I asked. "Yeah -- almost always. But then guys began to ask to fuck me the next day without Gerry around and so I started to do that. That was even more fun! The fucking was better without him watching. " "Did Gerry know?" "Hell yes he knew! We'd be on the beach taking the sun and about two o'clock I'd get up and tell him to stay and enjoy the sun. Then I'd tell him I was going upstairs to get fucked. You should have seen the look on his face. He'd get an instant hard on and at first he begged to go with me and watch. I broke him of that bad habit real quick." "When I told him I was gonna get fucked, he'd just lay there on the beach, playing with his dick. Jesus! That was fun. That's when I found out how much fun it was to torment him. His sex needs made him helpless. I discovered that I had total control of his sex life and OMG it was fun. And you know he wanted it that way! It turned him on!" "My experience with Ed went a lot like yours with Gerry," I said. "I quit wearing panties on vacation way before you did so my pussy was easily available at the bar. Ed and I did the dark booth thing and early on Ed would ask the guy if he wanted to fuck me. But just like you I got fed up with some of the creeps I ended up fucking and laid it on the line just like you did. I was surprised at how easy it was to take over. Ed became real nice and tame and he took orders. As long as I let him watch me fuck he'd do anything I told him to do. And just like Gerry, taking orders turned him on!" The waitress came by and Peg and I ordered a fruit salad -- we'd split it. I was surprised at how similar our experiences had been. "Do you think our husbands are wimps?" I asked. "I don't really know," Peg said. "They're not wimpy in business. Both of them are very aggressive, dominant businessmen. They only get wimpy with sex. They have this need -- I guess you'd call it a fetish -- to watch their wives get fucked and that makes 'em wimpy." "You mean it's a fetish just like the guys who want to smell dirty panties or feet or whatever? There are a lot of fetish people out there." I said. "Yeah. Like those women who are fascinated by big cocks," Peg said. "That's the silliest thing of all, I think. I can see a big cock but if it's dark and I don't see it I can't tell how big it is in my pussy -- I just feel it going in and out and rubbing my clit. Hell my GYN guy puts this big metal thing in me and spreads it out wide. That thing is bigger than a donkey dong and I can't feel it as big -- I just see it as big. It's all in your head -- a pussy is designed to let a baby go through it -- no dick's gonna hurt it." I laughed so loudly that the people at the next table turned to look. "Damn it Peg! You have just shattered the illusions of millions of men and women all across the land." "Well I hope so. I've fucked a lot of guys Trish, and cock size only matters to my hubby -- he takes it very seriously -- I don't. One guy said to me once, 'I may be little but I'm wound tight' and he was a damn good fuck - as good as anybody else -- better than most." We sat quietly sipping our fruit punch and the waitress brought the fruit salad and two forks. There was whipped cream on top of the salad. Peg chuckled. Then she twirled her fork in the whipped cream and held it up for my inspection. She had a quizzical look on her face. I knew exactly what she was thinking and I started to laugh. With no explanation she laughed and asked a simple question. "When was the first time you made Ed do it?" I laughed with her. "You're a bitch Peg -- you're a horny bitch - but you're a funny, bitch. You're asking me when was the first time I made Ed eat creampie?" Peg nodded. "Right. The first time." "It's hard to remember exactly. I think it was in Hawaii -- we were at the Halekulani . Ed had been watching me fuck guys for over a year and there was this big, heavy hung, Hawaiian stud -- young -- maybe nineteen - I think he played football. He only fucked me once and then left right away. I was laying on the bed with his cum dripping out of my pussy -- he had pumped a massive load like young guys do and I could feel it dripping out." "Ed was standing at the foot of the bed just staring at my pussy. I knew what he was looking at. And more than that, I knew at that very moment what he wanted to do. I spread my legs wider, raised my knees, and lifted my ass up to make that dripping, hairy pussy look appetizing. Ed just fell like a cut-down tree right between my legs, his face in my bush, and started to suck that cum right out of my pussy. He was moaning and sucking and making squishy sounds and working his tongue in and out and he kept doing it for almost half an hour. I took his head in my hands and guided him and encouraged him. I made sure he did my asshole because a lot of cum had run down there." "What did you say to him?" Peg asked. "You know exactly what I said," I chuckled. "You horny bitch -- I'll bet you say the same thing to Gerry. I said, 'Clean it up Baby -- get it nice and clean.' And the more I said it the more he turned on. He was humping the damn bed sheet -- his pants were still on - and he shot off in his pants -- it was a real mess. From then on I didn't let him eat cum until he got his pants off." Peg and I burst out in raucous laughter and everyone around the pool turned to look. They probably figured we were telling dirty jokes. "Did you feed him creampie when the stud was watching?" Peg asked. "You know," I said, "I kinda felt bad about that at first. It really is humiliating so I never made him do it. Then one night, a stud ordered him to do it and he did. Ed got his dick out of his pants and started jacking off while he was sucking out the stud's cum and that was about the fastest I had ever seen Ed come. That was the first time I realized just how much being humiliated turns a cuck on. Ed never said it -- but it was just obvious. So I started humiliating him more. It's kinda hard to do that when you love 'em so much, but they like it, and they need it, and so you just do it for them. What about you?" "It's the same with Gerry. It started gradually but after a couple of years he was eating creampie like a veteran -- and without being told! I mean, when the stud rolled off he was right there cleaning up my pussy so it was ready for the stud to fuck again after he rested." Peg continued. "I think some studs like to make cucks do that because it gives them a more masculine feeling or something. But how masculine is it to be just a performer? The way I see it the stud is an actor -- he's just fucking you so the cuck can watch -- you wouldn't be fucking him otherwise. You're a rich bitch! Just like your cuck. Hell -- the stud's just some beach bum or bar bum you picked up because hubby wants to watch a dick get shoved into you. You know what I mean?" I did know what she meant and I had to admit that I had never thought of it that way at all. Ever! I had seen us cuck-queens as degrading our husbands but Peg was adding studs to the list of people we were disrespecting. They were performers who couldn't get laid on their own and needed a cuck-queen doing a favor for her husband for them to make out. That was a twist! A real twist! Somehow I didn't think studs would like it. "Do you ever ... well ... cuck him ... ah ... when he's not around?" Peg asked. "You mean like you fucking some guy when he was on the beach playing with his dick?" "No. I mean when he doesn't know anything about it." Peg said softly looking me in the eye. I paused. This was dangerous territory. But we were very good friends. "This is very private," I said. Peg nodded. "Private for me too." I thought how it had started. As Ed's life as a voyeur-cuck evolved, fucking me became less and less important to him. And my enjoyment of him fucking me became less enjoying to me. He always wanted me to whisper in his ear about the last guy I had fucked -- or that big Hawaiian dude -- or somebody. Then about five years ago my mother got sick and I spent almost a month with her till she got well. I got horny. I was an expert at picking up guys in bars by this time so that's what I did. I fucked two or three guys and then found one that really rang my bell -- or "curled my toes" as Peg always said. I fucked him regularly for the rest of the month. I had an off and on affair with him for about three years -- meeting briefly at a small place nearby or going back to "visit mother." There had been a few other guys since that affair broke up. Somehow, I needed them because I got no pleasure from Ed. My vibrator was my friend, but except for our vacations when I "got lucky" as I called it when I fucked a really great guy I was often very horny -- just a performer like the studs. Peg had patiently watched me think through what I was going to say. The sun was setting now and it was getting dark. I told her. When I finished, thinking and feeling sorry for myself, I explained to her simply and softly some of these -- my most personal feelings. Somehow I felt better after I had unburdened myself. After I had said it all, I paused and closed with the most important thing. "But I love Ed. I love him deeply. He's my husband and I wouldn't change him for the world. He can't help it. He has this fetish. Can you understand that -- it makes no sense to me -- except I feel it." Peg said softly. "But it makes sense to me. Everything you have told me makes sense. I could tell you of the loss of pleasure from Gerry's love -- the need for more than I'm getting from these substitute lovers he watches -- my secret pleasures that would break the heart of the man I love, if he knew. I love him! I don't desire him! I give him pleasure, and he gives me none. But, love, giving without receiving, is still love. It's all I have now."