8 comments/ 129196 views/ 21 favorites My Wife's Reunion By: Teenie Weewee I accompanied my wife, Jeanne, to her fifteenth high school reunion in her home town. It was a Saturday night and during the evening we talked to many people but the problem started when I met Don. He and Jeanne dated steadily throughout high school. He was the football star and she was a cheerleader. All evening long he paid special attention to her as they laughed and talked about the old days. He was recently divorced, lived in town and had come to the reunion alone. As the evening ended, he invited Jeanne and me, along with a number of other people, to a pool party at his house the next day. I didn't want to go, but Jeanne accused me of being jealous of Don, so reluctantly I agreed to go along. Don lived in a nice semi-secluded home in the country. The pool and patio in the back yard were huge and surrounded by trees and a high wooden fence. The drinks flowed freely, one guy was video taping the activities, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Jeanne wore a string bikini and again was commanding much of Don's attention. It was obvious that they were still somewhat attracted to each other. He was much bigger than me, was into body building and with muscles rippling all over his body he looked impressively strong. The embarrassment began a little later in the afternoon when Jeanne decided to take a swim. On her third dive from the diving board, the string broke on her bikini top and it came completely off. Panicking, she came up for air holding one arm over her bare boobs and started looking for her missing top. Don, who was standing at the side of the pool, saw what had happened and also spied her top floating some feet away from her. He immediately dove into the pool, retrieved the garment, and came out on the other side of the pool holding it up in the air like a trophy. Almost immediately, everyone realized that Jeanne was half naked and two of the guys in the pool started to chase her toward the shallow end, where one of them managed to get around in front of her. As she was busy trying to conceal her nudity, the other guy dove under the water behind her and got his head between her legs. He then grabbed her wrists and stood up in the three foot depth with Jeanne on his shoulders, well out of the water. With her arms pinned to her sides, her small, well-shaped breasts were now completely exposed and jiggled as she tried unsuccessfully to free herself. Everyone started to laugh and clap as her nipples hardened before their eyes. To add to her embarrassment, Don told her that the football team had wondered what her tits looked like back in high school and now many of them could see for themselves. This all happened in a matter of seconds and when I finally reacted, I approached Don stating the Jeanne had been embarrassed enough and demanded, in no uncertain terms that he give me her top back. When I reached for it, instead of giving it to me, he caught me off guard and grabbing my wrist, spun me around into a painful arm lock. I soon realized that this guy was as strong as a bull and even though I struggled violently, I was powerless to escape. He then said that if I thought Jeanne was embarrassed, wait until I saw what he had in store for me. I couldn't believe it when he reached around with his free hand and pulling the strings on my swimming trunks, pushed them down to my knees where they fell to the pool deck, leaving me stark naked in front of about 30 people. For a split second the crowd was silent, but as soon as my suit dropped to me feet, laughter broke out followed by clapping and pointing as everyone stared at my nudity. Don then jerked my arm up a little higher and said, "Is this enough embarrassment for you, or do you want more?" That's when I made the mistake of calling him a 'son of a bitch'. When he hard that he said, "OK, that does it," and made me walk in front of him toward the pool. I thought at this point that he was going to throw me into the water, but instead we stopped at a bench alongside the pool. While still painfully twisting my arm, he sat down on the bench and forced me to lie face down across is lap. I continued to struggle but he held me firmly in place, applying more pressure to my arm. I asked him what he was going to do to me and he replied that he was going to teach me a lesson I would never forget. He said that he had been going to give Jeanne's top back to her but since I had made such a big deal about it he would now give it to me. He told me to put my free hand behind my back and when I refused he twisted my other arm harder until I did as I was told. He then tied both of my wrists securely together behind my back with my wife's bikini top. Next, he told the guy holding Jeanne to bring her over to the edge of the pool next to where we were. As she looked down at us, Don said to her, "Your husband has been acting like a pouting, spoiled little boy and when little boys misbehave they must be disciplined, and I can't think of a quicker way for him to learn his lesson than to have his pretty wife watch while he gets a good, old fashioned, bare-ass spanking in front of her." At first, what he said didn't sink in. It was incomprehensible for me to think that I, as a grown man, was about to be spanked by another man in front of my wife, but when I finally realized this was for real, I implored him not to do it. His reply was that I had asked for it and that I would think twice before I ever called him a SOB again. The crowd quieted as everyone gathered closely to watch. A shock of pain and disgrace shot through my body as Don's large hand landed forcefully on my exposed cheeks for the first time. Each slap seemed to echo as I wiggled and writhed submissively under his stinging blows. I cried out, pleading with him to stop paddling me and telling him I was sorry, but he ignored my pleas and continued the punishment. I can't begin to describe the total humiliation of having my wife watch me lying there naked, squirming, and helpless, tearfully begging her ex-boyfriend to stop spanking my bare bottom. Don said to Jeanne, "I sort of get the idea that your husband doesn't like being disciplined this way, but no matter how much he kicks, whines or whimpers he's staying here until I turn his rear as red as your stiff little nipples." My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding as I looked up at Jeanne from my prone position. She was blushing with an astonished look of disbelief on her face as she watched slap after slap land on my naked quivering ass. It was still hard to comprehend that this was actually happening to me and as my mind raced, the thought of Jeanne and everyone else watching my emasculation, caused the worst possible reaction, I began to develop an erection. The more I thought about trying to make it go away, the harder I got. By now my cheeks were beginning to numb from the beating they were taking and between slaps I could feel the warmth generating from the surface. Don finally said that he would stop if I admitted that I had been a bad boy and deserved to have my bottom spanked and also that I was glad everyone got the opportunity to see my wife's naked titties. By this time my cock was fully rigid and the thought of repeating what he had demanded did nothing to soften it. My hesitation brought a few more painful slaps to my burning butt until I finally blurted out what he wanted. He then ordered me to stand up and couldn't understand my reluctance to rise as I continued to lie prostrate across his lap. He finally forced me to my feet and immediately a hush came over the crowd as everyone's eyes riveted on all 4 1/4" of my proud pink penis on erect display. My face was as red as my bottom as Don broke the silence by stating that evidently getting a spanking had caused a small swelling between my legs. He said to me, "You've just raised embarrassment to a new level. First you get your pants pulled down in public, then you get a bare-ass spanking in front of your wife and her classmates and now you not only get a hard-on, but you show everyone how small your cock and balls are." The laughter from the crowd increased as he said to me' "What do you call that tiny thing, 'Goliath'?" When I failed to reply, he slapped me once again on my tingling ass and suggested that if I didn't have a name for my penis, maybe they could come up with one for me. The girls continued laughing as he forced me to stand in front of them assigning them the task of coming up with a descriptive name. A blonde started things off by giggling that she thought it looked like a 'teeny weenie' to her. A brunette suggested 'puny peepee', while a third liked 'dinky dick' and a fourth wanted to call it 'little squirt'. There were others, but finally Cindy, a very pretty black girl, spoke up stating facetiously that they shouldn't be making fun of my shortcomings and that I was probably very self conscious about my 'cute little weewee'. That was the name that stuck. With that settled, Don decided that I should show off my newly named penis and that a walk around the pool was in order as he forced me to walk in front of him. The group continued to laugh and cheer as they watch my little erection bob up and down as I struggled in vain to get away. Don quietly warned me that if I continued to struggle he would take hold of the head of my prick and walk around the pool with me in tow. After our trip was complete, one of the girls said to him, "Your parties have everything Don, bare little titties for the guys to look at and a bare little weewee for the girls to see." The crowd applauded its approval. Don said that they hadn't seen anything yet as he grabbed the inside of my upper arm and the inside of my thigh with his other hand and effortlessly lifted me over his head. He then asked them what I was. When no one got the right answer he told them that I was a live, two sided billboard. As he turned and showed them my backside he said that I was an advertisement for 'rare rump roast' and then turning around to expose my front he said, "And on this side we are advertising 'little cocktail weenies' and 'Swedish meatballs'." After this display of strength, Don lowered me to my feet and asked me if Jeanne's birthday wasn't coming up shortly. When I didn't answer he slapped me a couple of times on the ass and told me to give him the date. Reluctantly, I told him it was in three days. He grinned and then announced to the crowd that, "Jeanne's birthday was coming up in a few days and you all know what happens on your birthday." Much to my chagrin, about four people yelled out, "birthday spanking!' Don laughed and told them that they were partially right. He then handed me over to two guys who stood beside me holding my arms. He then told the guy holding Jeanne on his shoulders to bring her to the side of the pool where he reached out and pulled her over his shoulder. Jeanne was kicking her legs and pounding him on the back with her fists, but it didn't seem to phase him. He simply walked over to the bench and sitting down, easily lowered her, face down, across his lap, the same position I had held a short time before. Even with all her struggling, he held her firmly in place. He asked the frenzied crowd what they wanted to do first, sing 'Happy Birthday' or open the present? They responded in one voice, "Open the present!" With that, Don reached down and slowly began to untie Jeanne's bikini bottoms. She kept pleading with him not to take them off but when he had them unlaced, he slowly pulled them from between her legs, leaving her as naked as I was. He then said, "Now there's a present you don't see everyday," as he rested his hand on her bare bottom. Jeanne continued to struggle but he pulled both of her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together, the same as he had done to me. As he again put his hand on her naked ass, he announced that now that Jeanne was dressed in her 'birthday suit', they should all sing 'Happy Birthday' to her. There was no controlling the crowd now as they became more excited. As soon as they stopped singing, Don announced that the spanking was about to begin and that they should call out the number of each year. Jeanne was begging him not to spank her and called to me for help, but Don told her that I was a little tied up at the moment and besides that, I appeared to be rather excited watching her lying there naked. He then invited all of the men to line up and, in turn, each was to give her a slap. As the spanking began, the crowd joined in the count as Jeanne wiggled and kicked with each blow. About the sixth guy in line, rather sheepishly just brushed his hand across her bottom and was called back by Don and told that he was supposed to spank her, not try to get a cheap feel. When all of the men had each had a turn Don said that he would finish up, but before he resumed spanking her he looked over at me and said, "Just imagine, when you go home you can tell all your friends how you watched sixteen guys put their hands on your wife's bare ass while you stood by naked, with a hard-on. He then resumed the spanking and when he got to her age of 33 he continued to paddle her with 'one to grow on', etc. Her cheeks had turned crimson and I yelled at him to stop, which he did. He looked surprised that I had spoken and said since I was so concerned with Jeanne that maybe I would like to share the experience. He then told the crowd that they were about to see something they would never forget and as he pulled Jeanne's bottom closer to his stomach, he told the two guys holding me to bring me over and put me along side my wife across his lap. He joked that "what was good for the goose was good for the gander." I, of course, struggled, but soon found myself lying face down next to my wife. There was just barely enough room for the two of us but he pulled me tight against Jeanne. The crowd roared as Don said, "You've all heard of 'dancing cheek to cheek', well, what you're about to see is 'spanking cheek to cheek'. He then proceeded to spank both of us, first alternating between Jeanne's bottom and then mine, and then randomly, so that we never knew which of us would be slapped next. A girl in the crowd yelled out to Don to see if he could get the shades of red to match and a guy suggested that, "This should be called 'The Bare Butt ballad of Blushing Bottoms'." By now we were both crying, Jeanne from pain and embarrassment and me from pain, shame, embarrassment and the frustration of not only being unable to protect her but having her see me being manhandled and dominated by her tormentor. She kept repeating to me, "Why is he doing this to us?" "Please make him stop hurting me." I could say nor do nothing as the paddling continued and he decided to use both hands, spanking us at the same time as if he were playing the bongo drums. Don finally stopped the punishment for a moment and whispering, asked Jeanne if she was ready to go into the house with him where he'd show her what a real man looked like. She sobbed her refusal and asked him how he could suggest such a thing in front of me. He replied that I could come along too and watch. He said he was sure that I wouldn't mind for two very good reasons. "First," he said, "your husband knows if he says one more thing to me, I'll spank his bare ass so hard and so long that he won't be able to sit down for a week and I'll make you watch the whole thing." "The second and more important reason is that I think he is getting very turned on by all of this. I think he enjoys having all these girls staring at his little bare erection and I think he also enjoys having all these guys see you naked. I'm also sure that he won't object to me rubbing your cute little ass like this." I could feel the movement next to me as he started to rub Jeanne's bottom and I said nothing. He then said to her, "I'll bet his little weewee is really getting hard now and just to show you I'm right I don't think he'd object if I also rubbed your titties at the same time." As I turned my head, there, only inches from my face, I saw his big hand reach under her and begin to fondle her naked breasts, squeezing, pinching and rolling her swollen nipples between his fingers. My cock throbbed as I listened to my wife whimper at his touch but I kept silent knowing full well that protesting would accomplish nothing except for another more prolonged and painful spanking. He told Jeanne that if she wouldn't go into the house with him the least she could do was to sit in his lap for a little while and if she would agree to that he would let us up. Reluctantly she said she would if it meant we wouldn't be spanked anymore. He then told one of the guys to come over and help me up mentioning to Jeanne that I was about to get another thrill watching everyone there see her for the first time in full frontal nudity. I was then helped upright and led a few feet away as I watched Jeanne being lifted to her feet and being turned to face the crowd of eager onlookers. Her face was beet red as she stood for the first time stark naked in front of them as they examined her body from head to toe. I wanted to relieve her embarrassment but was helpless to do so. Don then made me stand next to her and for the first time I realized that people were actually taking pictures of the proceedings. It was then that Cindy, the girl who had named my penis, came out of the crowd with a bottle of suntan oil in her hand. As she approached me she said to Don, "Since you already tanned Spanky's rear here, some of the girls and I were worried about his front becoming sunburned and decided that since I'm a nurse I should apply some first aid to the area." She said, "I hope its not too late because as you can see his little pink weewee has turned to red and is now beginning to turn purple." She then filled her left hand with oil while asking me if my bottom still hurt from being spanked. When I nodded that it did, she said that she would take care of that first and started spreading the liquid all over my ass. The oil felt good as she worked her hand all over my bottom and between my cheeks. She then took more oil and lubricated me through my legs all the way to my balls. As she tickled my crotch and scrotum my penis started to jump involuntarily. You could feel the anticipation in the crowd grow as they waited for her to get around to my front and their wait paid off as she took the suntan oil and squirted it up and down the length of my erection and onto my balls. She then explained to me almost clinically that it would do no good unless it was rubbed well into the exposed area. I quietly asked her not to play with my erection and when she asked me why, I told her I didn't want to come in front of everyone. She told me that I would just have to control myself to keep that from happening. I felt lightheaded as she took my penis into her hand and started to slowly stroke the shaft up and down. When she saw that her touch was having the desired effect on me she asked me if this was the first time I had been jacked-off by someone other than my wife. When I indicated that it was she said that she promised to be gentle. You could hear a pin drop as she increased the motion with her right hand while with her left she was tickling the length of my crack and underside of my balls. Then just when I thought I could hold back no longer she stopped and reaching down for the bottle of oil, tossed it over to Don and said, "You better use some of this on your girlfriend's boobies and exposed areas before they start to burn also." Don caught the plastic bottle and immediately squirted a generous amount over my wife's chest. Then standing behind her he reached around with both hands and began to message her breasts. Cindy continued to tickle my balls and run her finger lightly up the crack of my ass with one hand while with the other she ran her fingertips up and down the underside of my cock sending shivers all over my body. A drop of clear liquid had formed on the tip of my penis and it was now falling slowly to my feet with its long sticky tail, much to the delight of two girls who were betting how long it would take to reach the ground. My Wife's Reunion Weekend It all started a few months back when my wife flew back to Boston for the twenty-five year reunion of her high school graduating class. Cindy attended an all-girls Catholic school (cue the Billy Joel song!) and hadn't seen most of her classmates since their tenth reunion. The format called for a "girl's night" followed the next day by a couples reception, dinner, and dance. Unfortunately I had a can't-miss business trip scheduled for the same weekend and couldn't join her. I felt awful about sending her alone, considering that she'd be forced to attend the couple's event by her lonesome. "It's no big thing," she reassured me, "I'm sure that they'll be others there without dates, and frankly, you'd probably be bored to death anyway -- you wouldn't know a soul there!" I have to admit, she nailed that one. I can still remember the last reunion that I attended with her. The girls were carrying on with gossip and joking from the night before as the forgotten dates milled around like department store mannequins. I suddenly didn't feel so guilty about sending her off on her own! I remember calling her Saturday morning from my hotel room in Chicago. From the sound of her voice I immediately knew that it had been a wild girl's night! "Hey, baby" she croaked with a sleep deprived slur, "whaa time zit?" I knew that in-depth conversation was a lost cause so I told her that I loved her and sent her back to bed. When I picked her up from the airport Sunday night she had no recollection of the phone call! On the drive home she filled me in on the basics. The forty-or-so classmates painted the town red Friday night, bar-hopping and carrying on as only long-lost friends can. They ended the night at the hotel bar and closed the place down. Cindy drank a week's worth in a night and remembered stumbling into her hotel room as the sun rose Saturday morning. Needless to say she wasn't 100% for the event that night, but she had a great time anyway. At the end of the weekend the girls all agreed that a fifteen-year gap between get-togethers had been far too great and collectively promised that they would get together and do it again in five. That was six months ago, and I had pretty much forgotten her trip to Boston until she brought it up one night last week after a round of frisky love-making. Now "frisky" isn't all that unusual for us: we both enjoy sex and erotic play, and often let our hair down during our sessions in bed. Today was different, though. I noticed earlier in the day that she seemed to be in an especially high state of arousal, and as we lay in bed staring at the ceiling, catching our breath, she began to reveal the source of her heightened libido. "I want to share with you a few details from my reunion trip ", she started. "You remember - the one in Boston last fall." "Of course I remember. Your hangover lasted three days after you got home!" I quipped. With a roll of her eyes she disregarded my sarcasm and began her story. The basics of the Friday night shindig were already old news: girls drinking, girls carrying on, girls gossiping, girls drinking more. "It had been so long since we'd seen each other that there was a ton of catching up to do, and not much time to do it in. It was like a feeding frenzy, and I jumped from conversation to conversation and tried my best to keep track of the details. Who's married, who's divorced, who's got kids, who's happy with their lives and who's just plain miserable. All of this while we drank and danced and flirted with every young stud who passed. We were a pack of cougars on the prowl!" "Gee," I said, "sounds like one of those "Real Housewives" shows -- on steroids!" "It was," she continued, "but as the night wore on we started to settle into smaller groups and really had some deep conversations. It turns out that I wound up spending most of my time talking to Sandy, a girl that I really didn't know well in school. We hit it off immediately and quickly found that we had lots of the same interests. We were soon completing each other's sentences and giggling like schoolgirls." "You were schoolgirls," I reminded her, "at least for that weekend." "Yeah, there was a real bond between us, you could feel it. Especially between Sandy and me. " At this point my mind was already moving ahead in the story, weaving a ribald tale of lesbian lust. To my knowledge Cindy had never been with another woman, and my imagination was racing at warp speed. "So," I asked, "it is safe to assume that at some point during the night you and Sandy got to know each other even better, as in, "in the flesh?"" "You wish!" Cindy quickly countered. "Do you want to hear my story or not?" I gave her my best Steve Martin "well, excuuuse me" and used my fingers to pantomime zipping my lips shut. My limp cock was beginning to spring back to life, and I desperately wanted her to continue. While I guessed the wrong conclusion, it was obvious that some sort of sexual content lay ahead. "Okay, so Sandy and I are sharing life stories. She was so open and genuine and we bonded instantly. After only an hour or so I felt that I had known her for years. She confided in me that she and her husband were separated and had started divorce proceedings. Assuming she was there solo, I told her that you weren't able to make the trip, and jokingly suggested that she and I could go the next night as dates." "Okay, I like what I hear," I say, still harboring hope that details of a girl-on-girl nympho party lay ahead! "Nah, not that kind of date, buster!" she said. "And anyway, Sandy told me that she had a date for the night, a fellow who was flying in tomorrow that she had been seeing off and on for the past few months. "Nothing serious, just "fuck-buddies,"" as Sandy described it. Well, the frankness of that assessment was a little shocking and a lot refreshing, and I suddenly wanted to know more." As did I! "It seems," continued Cindy, "that her friend is a pilot for United. They met on a flight as he was traveling between assignments. Sandy has recently been jilted and was emotionally (and sexually) vulnerable at the time, and the pilot, Doug, had been recently divorced. What started as an innocent conversation between seat-mates soon escalated into drinks, dinner, and an all-night sex session. Since that time she and Doug meet at his hotel whenever his flight schedule brings him to town and they fuck like rabbits. According to her, it's a no-drama, no-commitment relationship -- just hot, no holds-barred sex." "Lucky guy," I said, as I slowly began to stroke my stiffening cock. "Lucky girl, actually," countered Cindy. "Let me explain. Since the alcohol had already washed away our inhibitions the conversation soon turned to our sex lives and experiences. During the course of "comparing notes" Sandy volunteered that Doug, her pilot, was really well endowed. Of course that's a subjective term, so I goaded her on for more details." "And what did you find?" I asked. "Well, according to Sandy's best guess his cock was at least nine inches long. She wasn't quite sure because it has a bit of a curve to it. She said he wasn't overly thick but that the shape of it drove her up the wall whenever they fucked, especially when he took her from behind. It's hard to believe; here's a girl that I haven't seen in years and have only really known for a few hours, and she's telling me about the sensation of her boyfriend's cock in her! Not your average reunion conversation, I suppose." "Sounds like the kind of conversation guys might have" I answered with a laugh, "you know, all we really think about is sex and sports." I've known for a long time that one of Cindy's favorite fantasies is to have sex with a really well-endowed guy, so I knew the answer to my next question before I even asked. "And, I suppose all of this talk of Capt. Big-Dick Doug of Fuck-Me-Now Airlines probably had you a little hot and bothered, right?" "Well, by that time the booze had me loose and the conversation had me horny, so yea, I was really envying Sandy at that moment" my wife admitted. "I told her that I always wanted to have sex with a really big guy, just to see what it was like, and she assured me that it was adventure that definitely belonged in any women's bucket list." Again, my imagination was fast-forwarding to what the possible conclusion of this story might be. I slowly stroked my cock as I reached with my free hand to feel her thigh. She parted her legs and my hand found her pussy, already moist with cum from our earlier lovemaking. I used my middle finger to slowly trace the cleft of her slit with circular motions that avoided her clit. I teased the entrance to her love but didn't enter. Cindy moaned and arched her back each time I lightly grazed her clit: just a fleeting touch to heighten the sensation. "And I suppose that you're thinking of Doug's big cock as I play with your pussy, huh?" I asked. "Shhhhh," she answered, writhing under my hand, "let me finish the story." I kissed her softly on the neck and circled my tongue to the back of her ear. "Go on, please," I whispered. "Well, we talked a bit more and drank a lot more and soon I noticed that it was nearly six in the morning! We kind of stumbled up from the couch in the bar and made our way back to the hotel hallway, although I'm not completely clear how we got there. I was really, really shit-faced by that point. The next thing that I knew Sandy and I were in front of the door to my room and I was fumbling with the card key." Cindy's voice was more breathy as her excitement grew from my caresses and her reminisces. "Did she come in?" I asked. "No, I remember that I finally got the key in the door and turned to tell her goodnight. We hugged and suddenly both sensed, simultaneously, that a kiss was in order. I have to tell you, it wasn't a peck on the cheek. It was a wild, passionate tongue kiss, as if we were devouring each other. I've never kissed a woman like that before, but under the circumstances it just felt right." "Go on," I prodded, as I increased the speed and range of my fingering. I fully encircled her clit on each upstroke and gently sunk my finger into her on each down stroke. An erotic mixture of my own hot cum and her generous fluids lubricated the valley of her love. I stopped stroking my cock and pivoted to the side so that I could lick and suckle her closest nipple. Cindy's nipples are ultra-sensitive, and the second that my mouth enveloped it she let out a gasp. "Tell me," I urged, "tell me what happened next." "Well, after a few minutes of groping and kissing we just pulled away and giggled. Soon the giggling turned to a full belly laugh and I was gasping for air and afraid that I was going to lose it. When our laughing finally subsided Sandy gave me a quick kiss and told me that she was looking forward to the party later tonight and that she'd love to spend more time together." "And that was it?" I asked. "You didn't want to go beyond just a kiss?" "Honey, I was three sheets to the wind and six hours past my bedtime. I was a walking zombie at that point. Had I not been so drunk or had it not been so late, maybe so. I can tell you, for what it's worth, that the first thing that I did when I got into the room was strip, fall on my bed, and start masturbating. I was so hot and turned on that I came almost immediately and passed out." Of course I wasn't going to let her off that easily. "Tell the truth now, when you masturbated were you thinking about Doug, or thinking about Sandy?" "Honestly, had we not made out in the doorway, it would have been about the nasty talk over sex and fucking and big cocks. But when I masturbated that morning I relived what had just happened. Of her hands on my boobs as our tongues explored each other's months, of her rolling my nibbles between her fingers as I gripped her ass with my hands. Of how perverted it was that we did all that in full view, right out there in the hallway. And as I came I was imagining what it would have been like to go further, to have her tongue on my pussy and mine on hers." Now she was playing me, knowing full well the effects that her words were having on me. She pushed my hand from her mound and leaned over in one fluid motion, taking my stiff cock into her mouth. She whirled her tongue around my cockhead and under the crown, then pulled away and licked the shaft from top to bottom. Her hand cupped my balls as she again engulfed me, this time deep-throating my cock until her lips were against my pubic hair. After massaging me for a moment with her throat muscles she pulled away again and stroked my slippery cock and asked "Do you want me to continue my story?" I'm not typically a two-cum-a-night guy, but her unexpected oral session brought me to the edge of orgasm. I was putty in her hands, and answered, almost pleading, "Yes, yes, please tell me more." "Okay, but play with my pussy again while I tell you." "I'll do better than that," I responded, and flipped my body over and moved down the bed, positioning my head near her waist. I licked at her navel as my hands moved below her, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing them lightly. I moved outward from her belly-button in an ever-expanding concentric circle, licking her delicate skin with the flat of my tongue, then curling the tip to a point and flicking her lightly. I increased the pressure on her buttocks as my tongue circled lower, past her shaven pubic area and just above her clit. She arched her back to meet my mouth and moaned in sweet delight. I felt her hand move between my face and her pussy, and she spoke. "Don't forget that we already fucked -- you probably don't want to go any lower." In all of our years together I had never eaten her pussy after we made love. Honestly, the thought of lapping up my own cum would usually turn my stomach, but there was something that seemed magical about tonight and I had no inhibitions. I suddenly didn't mind the thought of licking her cum-fucked pussy; in fact, I actually desired it. "Okay," I told her, "move your hand and continue your story and I'll boldly go where this man has never gone before!" She smiled and pulled her hand away, and I lowered my mouth to her waiting slit. My tongue slid gingerly at first as I cautiously tasted our combined juices. The flavor was different than I expected; a sexy combination of her natural sweetness and my slightly bitter ejaculate. My concerns abated, I plunged in and began licking her with increased gusto. She bucked against my mouth and squirmed as I sucked her swollen labia between my lips. I pulled my mouth away long enough to remind her, "The story, remember?" "Sorry," she replied, nearly panting. "Okay, so I dressed for the night and headed down to the small ballroom where our reception and dinner dance was being held. I mingled a bit and scanned the room for Sandy and her pilot. I saw her, across the room near the bar, arm and arm with a tall, tanned man with silver-gray hair. Doug! Sandy and I made eye contact, and I headed towards them, eyeing Capt. Doug the entire time. As I neared them I was struck by his handsome, tanned face and movie-star looks. He looked a lot like a 40ish James Brolin, the silver hair adding an air of refinement and sophistication. The only thing missing was a smoking jacket and a pipe!" I was amazed that she could recite her story so well with me performing cunnilingus until I realized that I had stopped to listen to her recital. I lightly flicked my tongue across her clit to make sure that she didn't feel neglected. "Maybe you should just skip to the good parts," I said between licks. "There are good parts, aren't there?" "Okay, I'll give you the almost-condensed version. We chatted and drank and really enjoyed each other's company. I was pretty sure that I caught Doug sneaking a peek at my cleavage a few times but maybe that was wishful thinking. He was certainly a hunk of a man, easy on the eyes. As the opening reception wound down we made our way to the dining tables. Luckily there weren't assigned seats and the three of us were able to sit together. Doug was interesting and charming and we were soon engaged in a great three-way conversation, oblivious to the rest of the people at our table." "Doug excused himself to go to the men's room and Sandy immediately drew close and asked me "Okay, so what do you think of Doug?" I told her that he was smart, witty, an unbelievably sexy man, and that I'd do him even if he had a little dick! Sandy chuckled and said "Wait until we get on the dance floor later. He always gets a boner when we slow dance. I'll get him good and hard and you can take a peek at what he's packing!"" With that I began to tongue Cindy's pussy with increased passion. As she squeezed and contorted I could taste the flow of my undiluted semen being pushed from within her. I turned my right hand, which had been gripping her ass, and slowly began to tease her anus with my thumb. Our sex juices had flowed down her the crack of her ass and provided ample lubrication, so I slowly inserted my thumb into her ass as I continued to feast at her pussy. I narrowed my tongue and probed deeply into her womanhood, licking my own spent seed from the moist walls of her cunt. I could feel the rhythmic spasms of her orgasm starting to build. "Oh fuck!" she screamed. "Oh fuck, eat my fucking pussy, baby, I'm cumming!" With that she bucked in a final convulsion and climaxed with a massive orgasm. "Oh, fuck, that's sooo good," she purred, as I lightly blew across her throbbing clit, my thumb still pumping in her ass. I lapped our juices as I continued to probe her depths. Her pelvis undulated as I ground my hard cock into the mattress below in a matching cadence. I felt a second orgasm welling from deep within her and soon she was racked with a massive aftershock. I kissed her pussy with an audible smack and lifted myself to a kneeling position, my hardened shaft pointing down at the target of my desire. I grabbed my cock and pressed the head against her slit. As she opened wider to greet me I began to massage my cockhead up and down her love, paying careful attention to her clit, but being equally careful not to enter her. I could feel the subsiding jolts of her most recent orgasm as her vaginal muscles continued to twitch, and with each spasm her labia grabbed at the head of my cock like a set of tiny hands. It was torture of the most exquisite kind. "So," I asked, "did Sandy keep her promise?" "Yes, that and then some," whispered my wife. "We were all on the dance floor, dancing individually and in groups, having a great time. I danced with Doug a few times and he was great fun, and a really good dancer. After about 30 minutes the DJ spun "Let's Get it On," the Marvin Gaye song. Sandy whispered into my ear "This is just the type of song we've been waiting for," winked, and pulled Doug to the middle of the dance floor." This whole time I continued to slide my cock against her, still avoiding penetration. A few times I would push my cockhead right into the opening of her love tunnel, just an inch or so, and then slowly pull back. It was plain to see that this was working both of us into a frenzy. "Keep telling me your story." "Sandy and Doug were gyrating, really doing some dirty dancing. I just stood to the side, just off the dance floor, and watched. I noticed that one of her hands was around his neck but the other had disappeared. I just knew she was playing with his cock with the other! Every so often she would make eye contact with me and wink. Sandy's tongue darted out and reamed Doug's ear as their bodies swayed in unison, as if they were joined together, a rhythmic soul-dance of lust. They were really bumping and grinding and didn't seem to care if anyone was watching. Well, I was -- I was mesmerized at the sight!" My Wife's Reunion Weekend I continued to tease her with my cock, clit to hole and back again, now lubricated by her ample flow and my own pre-sum. On my next downward stroke I surprised her by bypassing her pussy opening and moving my cockhead to her pouting anus. I traced its round edges with the tip of my cock and then gently eased the tip into her ass, again only an inch or so. She uttered "Oh fuck," and pushed upwards in an attempt to impale herself fully. I held firm and resisted her effort. I slid my cock upwards once again and found her slit and lovebud, circling her clit with the same technique that I had used on her ass. Cindy's eyes were rolled back and her jaw was slack - she was totally lost in a state of lust. "Is there more to the story?" I asked. "Yeah, a little more," was her response. She cleared her throat and regained her composure and continued. "As the song wound down Sandy caught my attention and waived me over onto the dance floor. I was surprised but found myself almost springing to them. They were still locked in a firm embrace and I could see that they had worked up a sweat. Sandy pulled away from Doug and turned to me saying "Cindy, honey, take my place, will you? I'm all hot and sticky and have to go freshen up." I guess the DJ sensed that the crowd needed another slow dance, as the opening bars of Michael Bolton's "When a Man Loves a Woman" drifted through the dance floor." "It was awkward for a few seconds as Doug and I were both caught off guard by Sandy's impromptu exit. I remember Doug saying "Cindy. I'd love this dance, but I'm afraid that I'm a bit sweaty from that last one. I'd hate to sweat all over you." My response to him was quick and to the point: what's a little sweat between new friends? With that Doug smiled, moved closer and placed his hands on my hips. He leaned in and said "I was hoping that you would feel that way!" "As our bodies were still slightly apart I looked downward and immediately noticed the bulge in his pants. It curled from his crotch to his side pocket, and I could easily see the outline of his cockhead as it pushed the material of his pocket flap outward. As I made eye contact again I knew that he caught me looking, and I could see a look of apprehension spread across his face. I guess it was pretty brazen of me, but I leaned in with a wicked smile and told him "It looks like we'll have more than a little sweat between us, huh?" I love it when Cindy's slutty side comes out, and it was evident from the direction this story was taking that it was probably coming out in a big way that night last fall. I repositioned myself so that I lay prone above her with the shaft of my cock fully engaging the length of her slit. I moved my face close to hers as I began to slide my body forward and backward. I whispered into her ear "I think that I like where this story is going" and flicked the inside of her ear with my tongue. I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and ran my tongue around the back side of her ear, all the while fucking her love channel with the shaft of my cock. I increased range of my motion so that the crown of my cock slid up beyond her clit, its edge catching for a second on her hardened bud with each pass. Cindy moaned and her breath became more labored. "I'll never be able to finish this story, baby, if you keep this up. You're driving be crazy." "Do your best," I urged, with no change in rhythm. "Okay, so Doug pulled me close and we started our dance together. With the difference in our heights his cock was even with my waistline and I could easily feel its hardness against me. Our initial awkwardness quickly faded as we embraced tightly and swayed to Bolton's soulful strains. Doug leaned in close and spoke into my ear "Cindy, you're an incredibly attractive and sexy woman. I've always been partial to brunettes." I was flattered by his compliment, especially considering that Sandy is a blonde. "You're not so bad yourself, big guy," I responded with a smile, "and I do mean big guy." With that I boldly let my hand move from his waist to his hip and used my open palm to circle his hard cockhead and give it a quick squeeze for emphasis." Our eyes locked and I could see Doug silently mouth "Whoa," in response." "After my little squeeze I decided to go a little further. I let my hand move between us and reversed it so that his shaft was firmly in my grip. As discretely as possible I followed the contour of his cock and began slowly stroking him through the fabric of his slacks. It was obvious that he was "commando" as there was just the thin fabric of his pants between his massive cock and my hand. I circled the head again and held my hand there, feeling his pulse as his cockhead throbbed." "He breathed deeply and gazed down into my cleavage. I was wearing my red dress that you like so much, you know, the real slinky open-back one that I can't wear a bra with? My hardened nipples strained against the sheer fabric. "Cindy, you have such a beautiful body," said Doug, and his eyes returned to mine, "I wish there weren't so many eyes out here on the dance floor." "I answered him, "Why, what would you do if there weren't?" Doug replied that he would kiss me deeply, strip me to my waist, and lovingly take each of my hard nipples into his mouth. Emboldened, I managed to deftly unzip his fly and reached my hand inside, feeling the hot skin of his naked cock in my grip. I knew that the song would soon draw to a close, so I fished around until I found the head, and soon my palm and fingers were coated with a generous sampling of his hot pre-cum. Like a thief in the night I made my exit from his trousers, re-zipped him, and brought my fingers to my lips, tasting his manly nectar." At this point I almost lost it. Cindy being with another man has always been one of my favorite fantasies, and her bold and sexy actions on that dance floor were a maximum turn-on for me. I was now addicted to this story, obsessed with it. I had to know more. She had me in the palm of her hands, and I could tell from the confidence that she showed while recounting this episode that she knew it full well! But I wasn't ready to concede control of the night to her yet. I continued to withhold the full penetration that I knew she desired so badly, teasing her with an inch at a time in her pussy and ass. "You want me to fuck you now, don't you?" I asked. "Yes" she responded, "I need your cock in me!" "Do you want my cock, or would you rather Doug's?" I quizzed. "I want your cock, baby, the one that's teasing my pussy and making me crazy, the one that I have here for real, right now," was her reply. My sense was that this might not be absolute truth, more of a "bird in the hand" thing, but I didn't press it. I was back in control again and seized the initiative. "Finish your story and I'll give you what you want," I commanded. "Okay, so the song ended and Doug gave me a polite kiss on the cheek for show. As I turned I saw Sandy at the side of the dance floor. She smiled and cocked her head to the side and I immediately sensed that she had witnessed the whole thing. Sandy grabbed my arm and pulled me close and said "You guys were so hot out there together. Let's go have a seat and you can tell me all about it." Doug excused himself, I guess to go to the men's room and readjust his cock so that he could walk straight, and Sandy and I grabbed chairs at a small, empty table." "I told Sandy the story of my dance with Doug, leaving no details out, even admitting that I had tasted his cum. I said, "If you're mad at me and now hate me, I understand, but I just couldn't resist, Sandy." To my relief she smiled and looked me squarely in the eyes and said "Cindy, I knew that you couldn't resist and it turned me on like you'd never believe to watch you and Doug out there. Let me show you how much." She grabbed my hand and pulled it under the table and directly between her legs. With her hand on mine she directed me across her shaved mound to her pussy. Her wetness was obvious. I lowered my middle finger between the folds of her outer lips, finding her stiff clit. I knew that we needed to be discreet so I only lingered there for a few more seconds before I withdrew my hand." Shit, she was doing it to me again. Cindy was proving to be quite a compelling story teller and my resolve was quickly crumbling. I eased into her pussy an inch, retreated, and pushed forward again, this time a bit deeper. Cindy moaned and turned her head to the side lustfully, fully expecting that I would continue this pattern until I was fully buried in her love nest. To her surprise I pulled out again and resumed sliding my shaft along her slick slit. "Go on," I said, "I know you're not finished yet!" "No, baby, I'm not," responded my wife. "In the heat of the moment I drew my fingers to my mouth and tasted her, tasted the pussy of another women. It was so hot, so delicious, so sinful. Sandy leaned into me closely and whispered "I want to taste you too. I've wanted you since we first bonded last night." "Her admission was cut short by Doug's reappearance, now all dapper and with no tell-tale sign of his earlier erection. "Am I disturbing something?" he asked. Sandy responded "Just a little girl-talk, baby. I was just telling Cindy how much I wanted to taste what makes her a girl!" We all laughed and Doug countered "I'll second that motion. Maybe we should blow this party and retire to the room." "Wow, the realization of what he had just said hit me like a ton of bricks! Doug had just suggested that we go upstairs for a menage-et-trios. I knew that I needed a minute to collect my thoughts so I responded "That sounds like a plan, but first I need to head to the little girls room to freshen up." In the restroom I closed the stall door, sat, and took a deep breath. My mind was racing. Was this really happening? As I pondered my situation my hand absent-mindedly found its way to my pussy, and I was soon masturbating furiously." "Tell me about that," I urged, "tell me about what was going through your mind as you made yourself cum in the bathroom stall." Cindy continued, "I wanted it." I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and once again partially entered her. "What did you want?" I questioned. "I wanted to go upstairs with these two and have wild, animalistic sex." I held my cock in place, barely two inches inside of her. "And?" I insisted. "I wanted to fuck Doug. I needed to feel his big cock inside of me!" With that I rewarded her by extracted my cock and pushing forward again, this time giving her two-thirds of my length. Cindy groaned and cried out "Oh fuck, fuck me!" I gradually withdrew and pressed again to the same depth. "Is this what you wanted? Did you want Doug's cock in you like this?" "No, deeper," Cindy replied without hesitation, "I wanted his cock in me deeper." At this point she had earned all that I had to offer. I withdrew again and with my full weight plunged my cock into her, burying myself fully. "Like this, is this how you wanted it?" "Yes," Cindy said, almost sheepishly, "only deeper. I wanted his big fucking cock buried all the way in me." With more confidence she stated "I wanted him to fuck me with his big 9-inch cock! That's what I was thinking of when I masturbated, how much I needed to be fucked by his big, hard cock. I wanted to suck him as deeply as I could. I wanted him to fuck me with that big dick in my pussy and my ass." As she was admitting to her lustful desires I was picking up the pace, fucking her as deeply as I could. I felt her pussy spasm as my balls tightened; we were both a few love-strokes from orgasm. I wanted to hold out, to wait until she told me the sinful details of their fuck session in the hotel room. I felt her tense again, grab my ass, and scream "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming!" I could hold out no longer. With a few furious final strokes my balls exploded and I jettisoned my seed into her. We came together and collapsed in a sweaty heap. "Fuck," I told her, "I was hoping to hold out for the end of the story but you turned me on too damn much! So tell me, what did I miss out on?" She ran her hand through my hair and pulled my mouth to hers. We locked in a long, deep kiss, and as it broke she looked me in the eyes and smiled. "I love you so much, baby, you'll just never know." "I love you too, Cindy, and I love the story that you shared with me tonight. But it does have an ending, right?" Realizing that I was relentless and would not let her off the hook, she continued. "Yes, there's more to the story." "After I made myself cum in the bathroom stall I placed my soaking panties into my purse, peed, and straightened my hair and makeup. I rejoined my friends, my prospective lovers at the table. I leaned in towards them both and spoke, "Guys, I want to go upstairs with you tonight. Doug, I want so badly to feel you inside me. You're a hot, sexy hunk of a man and you've turned me on more tonight than I've ever been turned on in my life. And Sandy, Girlfriend! I've never really wanted another women but I want you. Badly! I want to hold you close and make love to you as well. I want to taste you, to experience you fully. But I can't. I love my husband and suspect that he wouldn't mind, but we've never been down this path before so I can't be with you without talking to him about it first." "Are you serious? I asked. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I thought for certain that Cindy understood that my confidence in our relationship was rock solid and that I would never deprive her of an opportunity to fulfill her fantasies. We'd discussed this before, always during sex though, and in hindsight I now realized that I had never really giver her "permission" when we were away from the bedroom and not under the spells of passion and lust. "So," I muttered, what happened?" "Well," concluded Cindy, "We traded numbers and email addresses and I leaned over and gave each of them a kiss. We promised to stay in touch and I'm sure that Sandy and I will." "So that was it?" I asked. "Pretty much," was her reply, "except that I gave Sandy a parting gift before I headed up to the room." "And what was that?" I asked. "My wet panties, of course!" smiled Cindy. I chuckled along with her and stared up to the ceiling. It had been quite a night, easily the best night of lovemaking in our marriage. I was amazed at my wife's narrative and the ease with which she delivered it. But something was gnawing at me, and I just had to ask. "So baby, let me ask you something. This all happened six months ago. All during that time you never mentioned any of this. Why now? Why did you hold out until now to tell me all of this? Cindy hesitated, and I could see that she was collecting her thoughts. Finally she answered. "I was waiting for the right time, the right circumstance. I knew that you wouldn't be mad at me. In fact, I knew that the details of my little reunion escapade would turn you on. It's a story of multiple fantasizes that we both share. I just needed the time to be right." I pondered her answer, and rebutted "So tell me what it was about this time, this day in particular, that made you decide that the time was right? Cindy turned on her side and lifted herself on her elbow, elevated above me and looked down into my eyes. Her beautiful breasts hung below her ripe melons, her large areolas still goose-bumped from our love making. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly and caressed the side of my face with her free hand. She spoke. "Because Doug called this morning. He's flying a charter here, to our city, and is arriving in the morning for a four-day layover. He asked me to meet him tomorrow night at the Peabody Hotel bar for drinks. I told him that I would have to check with you first." I was stunned, but not overly surprised. This explained her energy today, her heightened state of arousal. And it certainly explained why today with the "right time" for her confession. "Is he staying at the hotel? I asked. "Yes, he is, for three nights." She plopped down on her back, waiting for my reaction. "And what if, after drinks, he suggests that you go up to his room for sex?" I quizzed. Amazingly, after a full night of sex and two orgasms my cock was stiffening again to a full erection. I reached down and slowly began to stroke it. "I'm hoping that he does, and I'm hoping that you'll say that I can," she responded. I noticed her hand move down her belly and reach between her legs, which were now slightly spread. The rotation of her hand confirmed what I suspected. "And what if he wants to fuck you all three nights that he's here?" I prodded. My cock was now fully erect and my pace increased. My free hand found her breast and her erect nipple and massaged them as I masturbated. "Well, I suspect that it would have a lot to do with how the first night goes, but I'm hoping that it goes really well." Her hips were now joining the fray and were synchronized with the movement of her hand. I could hear a quiver in her voice. "So you're hoping that he fucks you for the next three nights? You're willing to be his sex slut? You need his big cock that badly?" Pre-cum was oozing from my cock as the head pulsed. My pace had become frantic and I wasn't far from my third ejaculation of the night. "Yes, Yes, Yes!" screamed Cindy. I'm not sure if she was answering my questions in order or just shouting a repeated exclamation as she came, but I assume that it was both. I looked down to my cock in my fist and made a split-second decision. I threw my body over hers, spread her legs, and with a violent plunge I buried myself into her, fully to the hilt. Her pussy was wet and slippery with my last load, and my thrusts produced a slurping sound that actually made us both laugh for a moment. But soon the mood tuned lustful again, and I felt my balls contact and then release. My energy and my sperm flowed from me and I fell limply onto her stomach. I think that I fell asleep, or perhaps I passed out. All I know is that when I came to we were spooning and the first rays of daylight were peeking through the bedroom curtains. I was surprised to see that she was already awake, just laying there in my arms and staring at the patterns that the morning light created on the wall. "Good morning!" she greeted as she felt me stir behind her. "Did you have sweet dreams?" "Yep. The sweetest ever!" "And are you still okay with my plans for tonight? I haven't called Doug back yet and don't want to leave him hanging." I answered, "Please call Captain Doug and tell him that he is all-clear for takeoff!" We both grinned, and she turned to face me and pulled my lips to hers. We locked in a deep, soulful kiss, the kind that make you feel like your troubles are melting away. She looked me in the eyes and said "I hope that tonight goes well, and I hope that I'll spend the night with Doug tomorrow night as well." "And why is that?" I asked. "Because," she purred sexily, "tomorrow night I want you to watch." With that she pushed me onto me back and took me into her mouth. To be continued... My Wife's Reunion Cindy said to me, "It looks as if your wife is getting a pretty good going over too," as Don was now running his hands all over her body. Then, as we watched, he led her backward a few feet to the bench and sitting down forced her to sit in his lap on his left thigh. He then resumed the message only this time his right hand made its way slowly down her stomach to between her legs. Jeanne had her knees and thighs squeezed tightly together but that did not stop him. With his left arm around her, he continued to fondle her oil cover tits while his right hand was busy between her legs. By now she was leaning back against his shoulder for support as she moaned and mumbled that he shouldn't be touching her there. But the touching and movement continued and in a short time, as we watched, her breathing grew more rapid followed by her eyelids closing tightly and then the veins in her neck became taught, her face grew red, her body stiffened and she let out a long low moan. He looked at me and said, "That was for me, the next one will be for you." Cindy was shaking with excitement and said to me, "I didn't think he could do it, I really didn't think he could make her come." Then she said, "Look at them," referring to the crowd, "There's sixteen guys standing there watching. All of them have hard-ons and all of them have one common thought and that's what it would be like to stick their cock between your wife's legs." As I looked around at all the bulging swim trunks, Cindy said to me, "Just imagine, sixteen guys with an average of six inches each means there is a total of eight feet of rock hard penis all wanting to go into the same place." Then she said, "Speaking of hard, look around at all the ladies. It looks as though their nipples are trying to punch their way out of their bathing suits," As my eyes wandered from their heaving chests to their eyes some of them met my gaze with a blush or a smile, some of them looked down at the ground but most of them were staring at my hardness. And as I looked, Cindy continued saying, "I personally guarantee that there isn't a dry pussy in the group and more than a few of them, including me, are fantasizing what it would be like to have this inside them right now," as she wiggled my penis up and down. I caught the eye of a beautiful brunette in a white bathing suit whom I had talked to at length less than an hour earlier. Her dark nipples were outlined through her suit and as I looked at her she blushed uncontrollably, glancing down at my penis and then back to my eyes with a look on her face of pity as if she would like to help me if she could. Little did I ever realize when I was talking to her that she would ever see me like this and with that thought, if possible, my cock got a little harder. Don's voice brought me back to reality from almost a trance-like state, announcing that just like her husband, getting a spanking had evidently caused a small swelling between Jeanne's legs also, and he wanted everyone to see it. He then locked his ankles and knees inside of hers and steadily forced her legs widely apart. Jeanne was panting and pleading with him not to do it but his strength was too much for her. Then with his left hand reaching around her small waist, he spread the lips of her womanhood apart, revealing to all, the swollen pink erection of my lovely wife's clitoris. Everyone stared in fascination at the little bud glistening in the sunlight. When he was sure all had time to memorize what they were seeing he used the middle finger of his right hand to gently flick, roll and rub it as Jeanne moaned and cried with embarrassment and pleasure. Cindy warned me not to say anything because she said she didn't think my raw bottom could stand the kind of spanking he would no doubt give me if I interfered. This time Don was slow and deliberate bringing Jeanne three times to the brink of orgasm and three times stopping before she came. He had her where he wanted her as her hips gyrated and thrust to continue the contact each time he removed his finger. He wanted her to beg him to make her come in front of me, and his satisfaction was complete when she pleaded with him to get it over with. She was not the only one moaning as some of the girls watching were visibly flexing their pubic muscles and under the pretext of folding their arms across their chests were, in fact, rubbing their own nipples. One guy was standing tightly against the back of his wife where her one hand disappeared behind her back apparently reaching for the hardness in his trunks. My cock strained, engorged as never before, as I watched Don touch the spot that only I had touched before. Embarrassment gave way to passion and the need for release as Jeanne cried, grunted and moaned with each stroked of his thick finger and this time he allowed her the orgasm she was looking for. Her whole body stiffened, her toes pointed and her eyes rolled back as she rapidly inhaled and exhaled about five times, held her breath for about ten seconds with her face contorted and then let out a muffled scream that seemed to echo through the surrounding trees. Everywhere I looked, bodies were sweating profusely and not from the heat of the day. Cindy could barely speak and panted telling me that if she had a choice she would mount me right there and ride me until dark. She said, "It seems such a shame to waste this sweet little cock on a hand job," but she said she knew I needed to come now more than anybody. Taking my rigid penis between her thumb and two fingers she rhythmically slid them slowly up and down the short distance from the base to its purple head. The contrast of her dark skin against the pinkness of mine made her movements even more dramatic. With her left hand she continued to explore everything from my cheeks, through my legs, to my aching balls. She turned the head of my organ back and forth as if she was turning a radio dial and then ran the tips of her fingernails backward up the underside of my shaft caused it to go into convulsions of its own. Between her two hands, no area was left untouched or untickled. I held back as long as I could, knowing that every eye there was glued to that 4 1/4" area. But the stimulation, the excitement, the embarrassment and the need to release was too much and as I strained against the inevitable, what should have been a private act turned into the ultimate public humiliation as, with a cry, I exploded in a gushing, body shaking climax spurting spasm after spasm of creamy liquid into the air for all to see. My body went limp and I felt dizzy as Cindy proceeded to pump my little penis dry. Given the state of arousal in the crowd, an orgy might have followed had not Jeanne demanded that we be untied. A silence hung over the crowd as she said in a small steady voice addressing everyone and no one, "You have violated us in just about every way possible. You've seen parts of our bodies that you never should have. You've forced us to do things that should have remained private. You've humiliated my husband in front of me and me in front of him but you have destroyed nothing. I love my husband now more than ever and I would not love him any less if his penis was two inches long." By now we were both untied and someone offered Jeanne a towel that she used to wipe the oil off her body and then threw into the pool. She continued, "You are all to blame. You could have stopped this but you didn't, and you call yourselves friends." She walked by me and said under her breath, "Trust me!" Then approaching Don she said, "And you are the worst of all. You unmanned my husband by viciously spanking him and made him cower and cry like a child while you forced me to watch. You could have embarrassed him in a hundred different ways but you chose to humiliate him in the worst possible way and all just to boost your own ego, you, whom I thought I once loved and thought loved me in return." She then said, "What are you so proud of, what do you have packed inside those shorts that makes you feel so superior?" He seemed frozen in place as she reached out with both hands and tugged at the top of his swimming trunks pulling them halfway down his buttocks and exposing pubic hair. Then with a second tug she pulled them down to his knees. What she released brought a gasp from many there including Jeanne, who quickly recovered her composure. Big, would be an understatement as she had exposed one of the longest, thickest erections I'm sure anyone there had ever seen. Her voice softened as she rubbed her naked breasts against his arm and said, "Why didn't you tell me back in high school how huge you were?" Without waiting for an answer she continued, "And look at those balls, as long as we are naming cocks today, yours should be called 'Trigger'." Reaching out, she took hold of his giant organ, her small hand not quite able to encircle it, and slowly stroked it up and down while turning to me and saying, "Look honey, he's twice as big as you are. I'll bet he's bigger soft than you are hard." As I stood there watching them, I looked down at my still hard penis and the difference made me feel very inferior. No one offered me anything to cover my nudity and it seemed pointless now to hide what everyone had so intimately seen. So I stood there naked and exposed as visual size comparisons were made. Jeanne then started to tickle his balls with her right hand as she increased the stroking rhythm with her left. With my penis once again throbbing I could not help but notice the expression of surprise and satisfaction on Don's face as he stood there with his hands on his hips watching my naked wife manually pleasure him. Then, without warning, it happened! Don's eyes bulged in shock and surprise as Jeanne had his balls gripped in a vise-like hold. Her fingernails dug deeply into the soft underside of his scrotum and she was backing him up slowly toward the pool. Twice he almost tripped on his swimming trunks which had fallen around his ankles. The pain must have been excruciating because he was up on his toes and struggling to catch his breath. His cock had lost a great deal of its rigidity and gave Jeanne an excellent handle to guide him with. The whole time she was asking him why he was going soft, wasn't he man enough to keep an erection, and didn't she excite him anymore? Then, when she had steered him to within a foot or two of the pool, she stopped and screamed into his face, "If you ever touch me or my husband again, I'll tear your fucking nuts off!" She then let go of his balls and gripping his cock with both hands pulled it toward the sky while at the same time, bringing her knee up, catching him full in the groin. As he doubled over at the waist from pain, she again brought her knee up, this time connecting with his nose, the force of which sent him hurtling backward into the pool. With blood gushing from his nose and his trunks tangled around his feet, I thought for a moment that he might drown as he sputtered, coughed and gurgled in the water. Jeanne then turned her back on him and turned her attention to the people milling around in small silent groups. Still naked, she went up to each of them, telling them that we had to leave, thanking them for their help and shaking hands with each and everyone there. Some of the girls were now crying and tried to hug her but she kept moving from one to the next. With a few of the men, including the guy who held her in the pool, she took their hands in hers and made them cup her breasts while their wives watched, telling them to feel her firmness and remember what they did there today. When she had finished, she returned to me and said' "Let's go home, we've had enough excitement for one day." At that moment I don't think I ever loved her more and as we walked, I noticed for the first time she was limping slightly. When I asked her about it she replied, "Big cock, hard nose." Don was nowhere to be seen and neither was Cindy. She was probably in the house caring for his wounds and I thought with a smile, that if she did her job well enough, she might ride something bigger than me until dark. We washed under the outside shower to remove the oil, then found the bag containing our clothes on the back patio and without dressing, walked hand in hand around to the front of the house. It was then that Jeanne looked at me and said, "You know, they were right, you do have a cute little weewee." We walked through the gate of the high fence surrounding the back yard and headed for our car. Don's neighbors stopped what they were doing to gawk at our nudity and we both laughed as one guy almost ran over a bed of flowers in the path of his riding lawn mower. Cars slowed in the street as we dressed. They had to know that Don was throwing a party from the number of vehicles there. Let him explain to them what kind of a party it was. We didn't care, we would never return there again. A few days passed before Jeanne or I fully discussed what happened that afternoon but when we did I felt much better. Only then did I learn from her that although she was mortified, for some bizarre reason she got extremely turned on watching Don strip, spank, and completely dominate me. She said that she imagined that the reason might be that she saw for the first time how vulnerable I could be and felt in the future having seen that side, she could better take care of me. She also mentioned that she might not have come under Don's hand but every time she looked at me, Cindy was playing with my erection and although she hesitated to admit it she said that secretly, at that moment, she wanted to see another woman jack me off. For this she felt guilty but I told her that I had experienced the same feeling reminding her that my penis became erect because I knew she was seeing my vulnerability while Don was spanking me. I also confessed that seeing her naked in front of all those guys and watching her being touched added to my state of arousal. So we forgave each other's unexplained reactions and put them behind us. Incredibly, the whole episode, which seemed to last for hours, took only 42 minutes. The reason I know, is that two weeks after the reunion, we received a video tape in the mail. Neither one of us remembered anyone taping us but did remember the guy with the camera earlier in the day. Evidently he either blended into the background or we were distracted by other things. At any rate, this guy had recorded the entire incident from beginning to end, close-ups and all. A note attached to the tape said it was the original and that no copies existed. I found that hard to believe. Even though Jeanne sometimes teases me about my 'cute little weewee' and at times, when she gets mad at me, threatens to call Don up and invite him to town because I need another spanking, because of what happened or in spite of it, our sex life has never been better but I've decided to give up going to reunions. Two bare ass spankings and a public orgasm is more than enough for anyone.