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Sharing Dan

By: Midnight Hour



What I'm writing here really happened. I don't know if it counts as erotica, but I wanted to share it anyway. It still has the power to turn me on whenever I think about it. 

It happened when I was in my second year of college. I was dating a guy named Dan back then. We'd been together for a few months. Nothing too serious, just two people having fun, hanging out. He was intelligent, handsome, and very good in bed. He was only the second man I'd slept with, but he really opened me up sexually.

At the time, I was living off-campus with a girl called Fiona. She was due to move out in two weeks, and I still didn't know much about her. She was the quiet type, stayed in her room studying a lot, so we barely saw each other. She was very pretty – tall, brunette, quite chesty – but I never saw her bring any guys home. I couldn't understand why, and that made me curious.

One day, I did something I know I shouldn't have done. Fiona was out at class, and I came home to change for work. Her door was open, which was very unusual, and I couldn't help but go over and have a quick peek inside. Apart from some clothes on the floor by her bed, Fiona was incredibly tidy. I felt almost ashamed when I compared it with the state of my own room. 

After a minute or so of peering round the door, I convinced myself it was perfectly okay to go inside. I mean, she was leaving in a coupe of weeks, so where was the harm in a little snooping? I looked at her CDs, bookcase, the posters on her walls. We didn't have that much in common, surprisingly. Then I saw a notebook lying on her desk. When I looked closer, I saw it was a diary. I know I really should have just left and never looked back, but I guess I'm a voyeur at heart. I really wanted to poke around further. So I picked up the diary and started flicking through. 

I have to admit, the guilt kicked in when I read a couple of paragraphs about Fiona's family, and it struck me that this was really none of my business; which, of course, is what made it so interesting. I swear, I was about to put the book down that instant, when I suddenly caught sight of Dan's name in the middle of one page. Not *my* Dan. Couldn't be. I read a little:

*"Dan was here again last night – visiting Sara, of course. Every time I hear him come through the door I make an excuse to see him. I pretend I'm going to the kitchen or something, and I get a quick glance at his handsome face, his wide chest, his amazingly cute butt! God, I would give anything for a boyfriend like that. Or even just a one-time fling. He's so hot."* 

I couldn't believe what I was reading. Then I thought about it for a second. Every time Dan came over, she emerged from her room for something. I'd never noticed it before but it was true. I skipped a few pages until his name came up again: 

*"Last night, I heard Dan and Sara making love. It was like torture, being here on my bed, alone, wishing I was on the other side of that wall. From the noise Sara makes, he must have a pretty big one! I lay here and touched myself while I listened, imagining that his cock was inside me. It wasn't the same, but it was as close as I'll ever get to having him."* 

I was blushing. I had no idea we were so loud! I guess because I never heard any noise coming from her room, I assumed she couldn't hear any noise coming from mine. I put the diary back and went to get changed, but I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd read. I suppose I should have been a little jealous, knowing that my roommate was fantasising about my boyfriend every time he came over. But I was surprised to find that the idea actually excited me; in fact, it got me really wet.

A coupe of nights later, Dan was staying over. As soon as he came through the front door, Fiona came out of her room and said hi on her way to the bathroom. I hadn't said anything to Dan. I was enjoying this little piece of gossip all by myself. Later, I started coming on to Dan, stripping off slowly and really making a bid deal of seducing him. He didn't take a lot of persuading, of course; he was pretty much always in the mood. 

As I straddled him, I made as much noise as possible. I kept telling him, 'Oh, baby, you're cock is so big! God, I love it when you're fucking me.' Things like that. Dan was getting way into it. He held my hips and slammed himself into me, and all the time I was picturing Fiona in the next room, her nightie pulled up and her hand between her legs. I was so turned on that I came much quicker than usual, and Dan followed almost immediately. 

When I was lying in his arms afterward, he said, 'That was incredible! You were really noisy tonight.'

I couldn't help it. I burst out into fits of giggles. He looked at me like I was nuts. Eventually, when I'd calmed down, I told him the whole thing. 

'Shit,' he said, a cheeky grin on his face. 

I slapped his arm. 'Listen, I know you guys have egos bigger than your IQs, but don't look *too* pleased with yourself.'

'Sorry,' he said, kissing my cheek. 'I'm flattered, but I'm not interested in her. I'm with you, if that's what you're worried about.'

'So, you don't find her attractive at all?' I asked. 

I did take a little pleasure in asking him a question I knew he couldn't possibly answer. I watched him fumble his words long enough before I let him off the hook. 

'Listen, it's okay if you do find her attractive. In fact,' and I wasn't sure how he'd react to this, 'I kinda like the idea.'

He looked really shocked for a moment, then that smile found its way back onto his face. 'Really?'

'Yeah. In fact, I have a suggestion, if you want to hear it.'

The next day was Saturday, and I knew Fiona didn't go anywhere at weekends. I'd never known anyone hit the books as much as her. I also knew that she was a creature of habit, and got up every morning at the same time. 

I got up a little earlier and dressed. When Fiona came out of her room, I told her I was going out for the day and I'd see her later. Then I left. Well, I pretended to leave. I stood outside the back and waited until I heard the shower start through the bathroom window. Then I went back into the house and snuck in my room, where Dan was still waiting in just his shorts.

'Are you sure about this?' he asked me.

'Only if you are, baby.'

He kissed me, and I couldn't help grabbing his cock through his shorts and giving it a quick squeeze. I was so hot I wanted to fuck him right then, but I made myself resist. It wasn't long before Fiona was done with her shower. Dan stood up and waited by the door. I sat on the bed out of sight. 

We heard Fiona come out of the bathroom and through the kitchen. She was just coming past my door when Dan walked casually out. I heard her yelp, and Dan did an excellent job of acting surprised too. 

'I didn't know you were still here,' said Fiona. Her voice sounded shaky. I imagined she was probably holding her towel pretty tightly around herself. But maybe her eyes still strayed over Dan's half-naked body.

'Sorry,' said Dan. 'I didn't mean to scare you.'

'That's okay.' She was already moving away. 

'Er, Fiona?' said Dan. 'Would you like to have breakfast with me? I was just about to make scrambled eggs.'

'Oh . . .' 

I could hear the delight in her voice. 

'Well, I'll have to dress.'

'Oh, don't bother with that,' said Dan, and I had to cover my mouth to stop myself laughing. 'Just grab a robe or something. Dress is informal.'

There was a big pause before she said, 'Okay.'

I couldn't believe it! She dried her hair and came out of her room ten minutes later in just a satin robe. I was almost pissed off with how easy she had relented, but then I realized how much she wanted him, and that made me hot all over again. Lending out my sexy boyfriend was a lot of fun.

I stood by the door and listened to them having breakfast. It didn't take Dan long to turn the conversation somewhere juicy.

'So, do you have a boyfriend?'

'No.' 

'I can't believe it. Really?'

Really.' She laughed, coyly. 'I'm afraid so.'

'I always just assumed that you must be beating them off with a stick or something.'

Fiona didn't respond. Dan continued. 

'I mean, if I wasn't with Sara . . .' I heard him shuffle closer to her side of the table, '. . . I'd make a serious play for you.'

'Thanks.' Her voice sounded shaky again. 'I'd like that.' 

I peered through the crack in the door. Dan's hand was on Fiona's leg, and she wasn't objecting. He moved his hand a little further up her thigh, then he leaned over and kissed her. She returned it instantly, and reached out to touch his face. As I watched them kiss, I felt more aroused. I started to stroke my breasts through my shirt.

'Let's go to your room,' Dan suggested. 

'Yes,' Fiona nodded. 

As soon as they were inside her room, I tiptoed out and stood by her door. Dan was the last one in, and he left it ajar for me. 

They stood by the bed and kissed some more. Her hands were all over his back, and now again she reached down and squeezed his toned butt. When they turned slightly, I could see the bulge in the front of Dan's shorts. I imagined how it was going to feel for Fiona when she took him inside her. She was in for a treat.

He loosened the tie at her waist and pushed the satin robe from her shoulders. She was naked, except for a pair of white see-through panties. Dan took her large, firm breasts in his hands and fondled them. Fiona felt for the front of his shorts and began kneading his cock and balls, making him groan. He was really putting up a tent by then, and I could tell he was eager to fuck her. 

I lifted my skirt. I'd already taken off my panties, and I started to stroke the outer lips of my pussy. I was so wet.

Dan moved Fiona to the bed, where she sat. She eased her hands into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them slowly down. He sprang out, his erection standing straight up in front of her face. First she touched him there, lightly and softly. She caressed his balls and ran her fingers up and down his shaft. Then she stuck out her tongue and started licking where her fingers had been. Dan was really moaning now, and I took note. Usually, I was so desperate to suck his cock, I pounced straight on it. But I could see how much he liked her taking her time, teasing him a little.

She could only manage to take half of him in her mouth, and I felt a little smug satisfaction at the fact that I had perfected deepthroating him completely. Still, Dan was clearly loving it; so much so that he had to stop her before he came too soon. He eased her down onto her back and lay on top of her, his cock pressing against her thigh. As he sucked on her nipples, I opened my shirt and started touching my breasts. I suddenly realized how Fiona and I had switched places, and now *I* was the one fondling myself, imagining what it was like to fuck him. 

Dan kissed his way down her body until he was kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. I saw Fiona tense up briefly as he pulled her panties off and descended on her pussy. I guessed that maybe she wasn't used to guys going down on her. I envied her. Of all Dan's bedroom talents, giving head was where he truly shone. His tongue was so delicate, yet also dominating. When he went down on me, I always felt like he was in total control of my body; listening to it, and reacting to each subtle change. Sometimes, it almost seemed telepathic, the way he could anticipate what I wanted with each changing moment. 

I watched him work on her, but mostly I watched her reactions. She lay back, eyes closed, mouth open, gripping the sheets in ecstasy. I had one hand between my legs, my thighs clamped tight around it, rubbing my stiff little clit, and trying not to make any noise. Fiona began to moan more regularly, moving her hips up and down against Dan's face. Her cries built and built, eventually reaching a crescendo as she started to come. Watching her orgasm, I couldn't hold back from my own, and I bit my bottom lip as heavenly spasms of electric pleasure pulsed outward from my pussy. 

I had to kneel on the floor or I would have fallen over. By the time I'd recovered, Dan had stood up and was about to wipe his mouth. Fiona pulled him down on top of her and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. 

'Can I tell you something personal?' she asked.

Dan nodded. 'Sure.'

She hesitated a little, then avoided his eyes. 'That was the first time I've ever come with someone else.'

I was shocked. Was she a virgin?

'I mean, I've only ever had sex with one guy,' she explained. 'That was over a year ago, and he was awful. I had such a bad experience, and I thought I was never going to do it again. I figured sex wasn't that great after all, and I'd just do without.'

'That's awful,' said Dan, echoing my thoughts. 'You know, we don't have to do anything else; not if you don't want to.'

He was so sweet, I wanted to run in there and give him a huge kiss. Fiona just took his hands in her face and said, 'No, I want to. I need you to show me that sex can be good.' She kissed him. 'I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have for a teacher.' 

She went into her bedside cabinet and pulled out a pack of condoms. 'Here.' She gave one to him. 'I bought these a couple of months ago. I guess there's a part of me that never gave up hope.'

I felt pretty generous at that point. Not only was I giving her Dan, I was also giving her back the keys to her sex life. And the idea of my Dan reintroducing a girl to the pleasures of fucking, with my approval, got me all worked up again. 

Fiona sucked Dan back to maximum hardness, then he slipped on the condom and climbed on top of her. From where I was kneeling I could see him put his big cock just inside her, then gently push it in. It sounded like she was a little pain at first, having only ever taken a man inside once before. But soon she relaxed, and he was sliding in and out much easier.

God, I loved watching him do her. It was like watching a porno movie with my boyfriend as the star. I had to really restrain myself from bursting in and stealing him back for myself. I contented myself with using my fingers, and thinking about how sweet it was going to feel when I fucked him later. 

'Take me from behind,' gasped Fiona.

She got on all fours, and Dan stood up beside the bed. Grabbing her hips, he eased back inside, and the look of relief on her face almost made me come again. He started slow again at first, until Fiona began to thrust back a little more vigorously. 

'Fuck me harder,' she breathed. 'God, I love your cock, baby.'

She was living her fantasy; the one that had kept her awake all those nights, listening at the wall between hers and mine. Now she knew how it felt to have Dan's hard dick pumping away inside her. Lucky bitch. 

Dan grunted as he fucked her hard and fast. His thighs made a slapping noise against Fiona's butt. Her breasts bounced with every inward thrust. She was moaning so loud now, and I could tell she was going to climax soon. I beat her to it, throwing my head back and leaning against the doorframe as my pussy tightened around the two fingers I'd slipped inside. My other hand rubbed my clit in circles until I couldn't bear it anymore and had to stop. 

In the other room, that seemed a thousands miles away to me now, Fiona began to come much harder than before. I looked up and saw Dan holding on tight as she buckled underneath him and was almost in tears of joy. Dan let out a last, extended grunt, and I swear I heard my name somewhere within it. He thrust a few more times as his cock emptied, then he pulled out and lay down next to Fiona on the bed. 

I got up and tiptoed back to my room on shaky legs. When I got there I collapsed on my bed, my skirt up around my waist, my mind reeling with images of what I had just seen. I waited, and a little while passed before Dan came back, still naked, his shorts in his hand.

When he saw me lying there, he looked unsure. I could see him reading my face for some clue. Was I okay? Was I pissed off? I sat up and pulled him to me for a long, loving kiss. Then I pushed his head down between my legs. I watched him smiling as he put his face in my snatch and gave thanks. 

Fiona moved out two weeks later. She never got to have Dan again, but every time he came over, I could see the little twinkle in her eye. I always smiled to myself and thought, 'Your welcome.'

Sharing David's Wife



David was frozen in place, the jacket of his tuxedo halfway up his arms, staring at his wife as if she’d just sprouted wings.

“WHAT did you just say?”

Katie was slipping into a pair of saucy red heels to compliment her equally hot red dress. 

“What’s wrong, honey?” she smiled sweetly, finishing with the heels and sliding earrings on. “You’re getting old--you need a hearing aid?” And she grinned at him.

GRINNED!

He shrugged into the jacket. His beloved, sweet, sexually-inventive-but-20-years-of-monogomous wife had just informed him that in addition to taking their friend, Paul, to his annual birthday dinner, they were taking him to bed as well.

David found his ass on their neatly made bed without recalling how his knees buckled.

“Katie--”

She turned, hands on incredibly sensuous hips. “I told you I wanted this, sweetheart. Don’t you remember?”

David blinked slowly, scraping up the crumbs from around the edges of his apparently feeble memory and suddenly it came to him. “Last Tuesday,” he murmured, and she smiled brightly and licked her ripe lips.

Somehow she got him downstairs, outside, and into the car, though she had to drive because he couldn’t think straight enough to operate his own tongue, not to mention a motor vehicle. All he could think about was last Tuesday. 

He’d returned home from two weeks away on business and when she met him at the kitchen doorway, his briefcase and suitcase quickly joined his briefs and his suit on the tile while he’d fucked her hard and fast and deep, her legs around his waist, her ass on the edge of the countertop. That led to the stairs and much later, their bed, where they’d started whispering about their sexual fantasies. She’d stroked him, given him a blowjob that drove him completely insane, and finally mounted him, slowly pumping up and down while she whispered her wildest fantasy: having incredible sex with her incredible husband. And his best friend, Paul.

The way she’d spoken of it, gripping him tight inside her, face flushed, hands lifting and caressing her breasts, sent him hurtling over the edge just before she joined him with a sharp little cry. After that they cuddled, and now he vaguely recalled making some kind of affirmative sound when she whispered in his ear, asking permission to set up her little fantasy. He’d been so overloaded with pleasure he might have given her permission to sell him as a sex slave and he would have given her the same, “Mmmhmm,” in reply.

Now, watching her drive with a look on her face he’d never seen before, he wondered what in hell they were getting themselves into.

“Uh....honey?” he ventured cautiously. “Did you....uh....happen to mention this...I mean, the sex part....to Paul?” His hands were sweating. He’d never even thought about fucking another woman, even with Katie in the room. Dear heaven, he thought....did this mean she didn’t love him anymore? Didn’t want him?

His still incredibly beautiful wife glanced over long enough to smile erotically. “Darling,” she murmured, “You’re still mine, and I’m still yours. Always. And yes, I’m still going to want your body as often and as enthusiastically as before. And yes, I spoke to him about it. He’s as nervous as you are.”

Well, that was something, wasn’t it? David didn’t even stop to wonder how she’d managed to answer the very questions that were roiling around, unasked, in his brain. Katie had always managed to read his mind. Probably because, after all, she was a woman and he was a man, which translated into about one-point-three square inches of insight on his side, compared to forty-seven square acres on hers. “Well. Okay, then. I guess.”

The response sounded as lame as it was in the otherwise quiet car. Katie reached down to click on the CD player, filling the interior of the vehicle with some very soothing jazz, then slid her hand onto his thigh, caressing him gently.

“I love you, baby,” she whispered.

David grabbed her hand, partly to keep it from venturing too far north, but primarily because he needed something like an anchor just then. “I love you, too.”

Katie braked to a slow stop in a line of traffic as a light blinked to red, looking over at him, her expression earnest. “Honey if you don’t want this, we won’t do it. It’s not like it’s the Holy Grail of sex.” 

David looked into her smile and saw that, while she was willing to put a stop to all of it, she also wanted it. Badly. So, maybe he had more than an inch or so of insight. He squeezed her hand lovingly before raising it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles.

“I want you to be happy.” They both said it at the same instant, laughing as Katie accelerated again on the green light. Then she grinned at him again and he swore to himself that he would force himself to do it if he had to. For Katie’s pleasure.


Paul waited at the table. He’d been half an hour early for dinner, only because he was wearing out his carpet at home with all his pacing and wearing out his mind with all his second-guessing. He figured he’d come in, get the table and a drink. Or two. And by the time Dave and Katie came in, he’d be completely relaxed.

Yeah, right.

He adjusted his vest for the fifteenth time. He sipped cognac; he straightened his cuffs. He wished like hell Katie didn’t always insist that this birthday triangle had to be a very formal affair so that he could have arrived in a pair of well-worn jeans and his favorite T-shirt instead of his tux. The triangle. That’s what Katie called their three annual dinners out, to celebrate each of their birthdays. Tonight, it had a bit of a different meaning.

Katie’s impromptu visit to his office last week had surprised and pleased him. Hell, he hadn’t even managed to get over the serious crush he’d had on her since they’d met (three months before he introduced her to his best friend, David, damn it anyway) almost twenty years before. Truth be told, he’d had the hots for his best friend’s wife for longer than he cared to admit. But he loved both Katie and David; they were his dearest and oldest friends; his constant sources of strength since his own wife’s death eight years before. He would never have broken those bonds by chasing her like some sex starved teenager.

Sipping cognac, Paul smiled as he recalled how excited and nervous Katie had been in his office; how shocked even she had seemed to be when she’d blurted out her reason for coming. She’d said, “Paul, would you consider having sex with me? I mean...with us?”

The question was followed by a long, long silence, through which his jaw was no doubt gaping and Katie turned a fetching shade of pink that made him want to grab her, kiss her, and never stop. He’d tried to chuckle, to somehow shave off the edge of embarrassment she was clearly feeling, but there had been something stuck in his throat. Now that he thought about it, it had probably been his heart.

“Katie,” he’d said softly. It was all he could say. At that moment, he hadn’t even known if he remembered the English language. To come up with an answer seemed a momentous task he wasn’t up for. There were other tasks, however, that he had immediately been up for. 

Mistaking his lack of verbal skills for rejection, Katie stood up, nearly tripping over herself with embarrassment hurrying toward the door, stammering apologies. He’d caught her by the shoulders just before she could get her hand around the doorknob, turning her gently around and backing her up against the cool, pale wood of the door.

“Katie--”

She had her face down, probably to hide the threat of tears he could hear in her voice. She shook her head vigorously. “No,” she’d said, “it’s okay. I understand. No need to be embarrassed or anything. There’s no harm in asking, right?” And she choked on what sounded like her attempt at laugher, effectively breaking his heart.

He’d tilted her face up. She was still beautiful, he’d thought. More beautiful than she’d ever been in her youth. “Right,” he murmured soothingly back to her. “No need to be embarrassed. So why are you?” Then he grinned at her and his grin widened when she responded in kind, losing some of that wounded kitten look and smiling faintly at him. She’d relaxed, too. He’d felt it in his hands when he put them back to her upper arms, soothing her with his touch. She’d been looking up at him, her pale jade eyes luminous with unshed tears, and her pale blond hair slightly mussed.

“I’m sorry,” she’d whispered.

He just kept smiling at her. Until his gaze dropped to her cleavage, ripe and still arousingly firm even under the modest blouse she wore. Then he lost his sense, moved his hips carefully forward until they touched hers. 

Another sip of cognac went over his tongue as warm and giving and generous as she’d been that day, Paul thought, looking at his watch again. He remembered the sweet, almost virginal way she’d gasped, her lashes fluttering, and then she’d been looking up at him through those lashes. Coyly. Seductively.

He kissed her that day in his office. Hell, he couldn’t have resisted even if he’d wanted to. It was the first time he’d ever felt his painfully erect cock pushing at the yielding juncture of her thighs. Clothes be damned, it was still one of the most erotic things he’d ever felt. He’d bent down to her, feeling her pushing up on her toes with an eager whimper, and he’d taken her mouth. The kiss was brief, deep, hot, and left no doubt as to his answer. 

And now here he was, nearly two agonizingly long months later. Waiting to have her.

There was the little issue of David, of course. Being a normal male, Paul had never been involved in a threesome and sure as hell doubted David had ever been, either. Certainly neither of them had any tendencies toward bisexual fantasies, one of the many, many things Katie had spent the last two months constantly reassuring him about while she’d made plans for their evening. This was her fantasy. This was what Katie wanted, and he knew that David would do it for her, if for no other reason. He couldn’t imagine any other reason a man would want to share anyone as lovely and sexy and full of life as Katie.

Hell, if he’d been her husband, he wasn’t sure if he could resist giving her anything that would make her happy either.

Glancing at his watch for the thousandth time, Paul caught a glimpse of red out of the corner of his eye and that glimpse clarified into the form of a lovely woman who took his breath away. He rose, watching his best friends approach, seeing Katie’s delicious smile and David’s slightly apprehensive expression, and tried to keep cool.

“Happy Birthday, Paul!” Katie exclaimed, quickly wrapping her arms around Paul’s neck and hugging him enthusiastically before kissing his cheek. She paused to wipe the lipstick from his skin, giving him a smile she was sure he couldn’t mistake in a thousand years and chuckling a little under her breath at the feel of his hips moving almost unconsciously into hers. “No cake for me tonight,” she whispered for him alone to hear. “But lots of icing.” And then she winked, laughing at the way he flushed.

David watched the two of them, surprised when he didn’t feel a wave of confusion, or at least jealousy, at their embrace. Instead he could almost swear he felt a bit of electric arousal tickling the back of his brain. Shaking the idea away, he reached past his wife to take Paul’s hand and wish him a happy birthday.

“Easy boys,” Katie chuckled, looking at Paul as she pulled away and then at David. “Let’s enjoy our dinner and not worry about dessert just yet.”

For the first time David and Paul looked one another in the eye. While Kate slid into the center of the big U-shaped booth, they faced one another, both unsure. Kate patted the thick leather seats on either side of her.

“Gentlemen,” she murmured sweetly, “no fisticuffs in public. If you want to fight over me you can do it outside.” The waitress, a softly rounded young woman with lovely brown eyes, approached the table as Katie spoke, watching the men curiously.

“Hey,” the younger woman commented, smiling, “there are worse things than having two handsome men competing for your attention.”

Looking at his friend, then his wife, David smiled. “No fighting,” he said lightly. “We’re sharing.”

Not missing a beat, the girl pulled out a small notepad. “Lucky lady. Can I get you folks a drink?”

Kate slid the tines of her fork sidelong through the sliver of chocolate cheesecake she’d chosen for dessert. On her left David was nursing a brandy and on her right Paul was finishing his cognac. Both had been unusually quiet through dinner.

“Want a bite?”

Both men looked up. Kate was lifting a bite of dessert, offering it to Paul. He and David shared a glance across the table and he hesitated.

David felt another wave of heat shudder through him at the sight of his wife offering something to another man, even if that something was as innocent as cake.

“Go ahead,” David told his friend evenly, suddenly sure. “It’s delicious.”

Smiling at the double entendre, Paul relaxed, turning his gaze to Katie. Parting his lips, he let her feed him the cheesecake, feeling the hunger in her gaze in every cell of his body.

Kate smiled, licking her lower lip as she watched him take the food she offered.

“I think we’re ready,” she said softly.

She’d gotten them a room, not in some modern upscale hotel, but several miles out of town at a Bed and Breakfast, a quiet place nestled in hills and trees and obscurity. She drove again, this time alone since David had insisted that he would follow her with Paul in Paul’s car. That had surprised her but after having them both so quiet at dinner she was happy they were willing to share a car.

After all, they’d be sharing her, she thought as she pulled around to the last little cottage at the back of the property. Parking, she searched her purse for the key she’d picked up earlier in the day, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath at the idea of having them both: David, whom she loved more than life, and Paul, who had his own piece of her heart and a good many of her sexual fantasies. She wondered if she should pinch herself. A moment later the headlights of Paul’s car swung in a wide arc over her as her men pulled up beside her and she reached for the handle.

David and Paul came out of their vehicle smiling at her and suddenly her knees went shaky and weak. Still, she managed to make it to the door and unlock the cottage that she’d spent a few hours preparing earlier.

With the door closed she turned to David, asking him to light the dozen or so candles. Then she stood in the middle of the room, wondering with sudden panic how on earth one is supposed to initiate a threesome.

“Nervous?” 

Paul came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his body. Kate made a soft little moan at the hardness of his cock pressing through their clothes against her bottom. All she could do was nod as she slid her hands over his where they were warm and hard over her belly.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Paul whispered to her. “We’ll take care of you.” Then he kissed the place where her pulse beat hot behind her ear and then her throat, loving the way she melted back against him.

Lighting the last candle, David turned to watch Paul embrace his wife. An expression of pure pleasure warmed her face and he smiled, moving quietly to the stereo system, finding something slow, dark and sensuous to play in the background.

Kate moaned as Paul kissed her, eyes half closed, watching David at the stereo before he came toward them. When her husband lifted his hands to frame her face and leaned down to kiss her, she felt the heat of both of their larger, harder bodies framing hers and her knees nearly went out. Paul’s hands slid to her waist then to the small of her back, massaging her with long, warm, sensual fingers while she slid hers up to David’s shoulders, pushing off his black jacket. As Paul massaged his fingers crept higher, turning her spine to liquid before taking the tab of her zipper and dragging it slowly down, a knuckle scraping her skin as he did. The shudder that light touch caused made her nipples tighten and her cunt warm with liquid need.

Kate took one thousandth of a second to wonder if her men hadn’t planned this all out in the car on the drive over before David was slipping the dress from her shoulders and behind her, Paul took it into his hands and moved it purposefully; slowly, all the way down her body. His knuckles slid over the silk panties that barely concealed the line of her ass. His cheek brushed her bare upper thigh; he folded to his knees and licked and nibbled at the backs of hers through the sheer stockings, making her groan into David’s kiss. 

Leaving the dress in a heap at her feet, Paul moved back up slowly, using his lips and tongue and teeth to torment and adore every inch of her exposed skin as he straightened again, taking a moment to step back then and admire the view as he removed his own jacket and shirt. When he came back to Kate he pressed his bare chest into her back, sliding his arms around her and covering her lace-covered breasts in his open hands. She gasped and stiffened as he kissed her shoulder and David moved away, leaving her in his care. Murmuring softly against her ear he said, “Baby, you know how long I’ve wanted you?”

Feeling as if she were in some erotic dream, Kate looked at her husband while resting her head back onto Paul’s shoulder, purposely pushing her breasts into his hands.

“How long?” she whispered back.

“Only forever,” he growled in her ear, his fingers squeezing her firmly, making her moan. “But tonight, I’m going to have you.” With that he lightly pinched her nipples through the lace of her bra. “Do you like that, sweetheart?”

Kate could only shudder and whimper in reply.

“Are you going to be our good little girl tonight?” 

Kate stiffened again, but this time in surprise and only for an instant when David smiled at her. He had obviously told Paul about all the things that made her helplessly wild, and they were both going to use that advantage tonight. 

Paul pulled her back hard into his body, pinching her nipples again, this time a little harder. “Are you, princess?” he rasped.

“Y--yes,” Kate answered finally, sharp little threads of hot pleasure spinning from his fingers at her nipples to the soft, quickly warming spot between her thighs. Oh god, yes, she would be anything they wanted. Needed. Demanded. In front of her, David shed his shirt, tie, shoes and socks, leaving him in black tuxedo pants. He was deliciously hard for a man his age, his hair graying at the temples, his eyes full of wisdom and, at the moment, a heat she’d never seen before. She’d thought herself the architect of this moment, but his gaze told her that while that may have been true, she was now something else. Their prize; their plaything. The thought made her sag in overwhelming emotion back into Paul’s body.

“She will, Paul,” David assured his friend. “I told you. When she’s good she’s very, very good, and when she’s bad she’s unbelievable.”

Behind her, Paul made a sound of masculine pleasure and Kate found herself feeling half drugged with it. Her breasts ached in his hands; she realized slowly that she was rotating her hips in slow time with the music, pushing her ass back into the hard ridge of Paul’s cock through his trousers.

Pulling a straight-backed chair from a corner of the room, David placed it a few feet from his wife and Paul, in a spot where he could see them both in profile, her lithe, lovely body in nothing but heels and pretty red underthings bowed slightly back against Paul as she rubbed her sweet little ass into his cock. Smiling, he made himself comfortable, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We drew straws,” David told his wife, with a bit of humor and a great deal of arousal in his voice. “Paul gets you first. He’s looking forward to seeing how bad a girl you can be.”




Sharing David's Wife



Rolling her head toward her husband, Kate gave him a slow, sensuous smile, the fact that he was sitting so casually, watching her with another man, making her heart race and her panties warm and wet. Sliding one of her hands over one of Paul’s, she moved his big, hard hand down her body, pressing his palm over her barely-covered cunt, rotating her hips forward so that he could feel how aroused she already was. Without hesitation he slid one long finger between her thighs, making erotic little circles over her swollen cunt lips through the sheer red lace. 

“Such a bad girl,” Paul whispered in her ear, feeling the dampness of her panties. He pushed his cock into her ass on a hard shiver, wanting nothing more in that moment than to rip the panties away, lift her and sink himself deep into her willing heat. He managed to reign in his lust long enough to press the lips of her sex over her clit, groaning in satisfaction when she arched and moaned. When she turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body into his, he bent to take her mouth hard.

Kate dug her fingers into the back of Paul’s neck, offering her mouth for him, taking his tongue and giving him hers; rubbing her stiff nipples into his chest. She felt his hands move to her ass, his fingers spread wide, pulling her into him, and their bodies moved in slow, aching rhythm with the music and each other. Their kisses burned and deepened, the final submission to a desire that had always existed and was now theirs to play in. Kate felt as light as air and heavy with desire, her body alive in a way it had not been, despite her love for David, in a very long time.

Paul took Kate’s mouth with growing demand, pushing her to give more and more of her lips, her tongue, her whole self to him. Cupping her ass he forced himself against her, his cock behind the black trousers throbbing at the feel of her eager, moving body. The fact that her husband sat quietly by, watching them, became a spark that pushed their passion into higher levels of erotic need. Slipping the fingers of his right hand beneath Kate’s panties, he slid his middle finger down over the cleft of her ass, feeling her jerk against him in surprise and moan in pleasure. He moved it further, between her thighs, until the tip of his finger met the lower lips of her sex, already swollen, slick with her juices, and smooth as a baby’s skin. He teased her, tickling the nether lips of her cunt with the very tip of his finger until she was whimpering into his mouth, pushing her hips forward in silent plea for more. Taking his mouth from hers, he whispered hotly into her ear,

“What do you want, baby?”

Kate moaned. “More. Please.”

“I like it when you ask so nicely,” he murmured, pushing the tip of his finger between her lips just a fraction.

Kate bit her lip, pushing her hips at him. “Please,” she whispered back. 

“Please what?”

A low moan. “Inside me. Please.”

Paul smiled, pushed the tip of his finger inside her wet hole, then pulled it back out quickly, nipping her earlobe. “Like that?”

“Paul. PLEASE.”

“But wouldn’t you rather have my cock?” he asked. “Wouldn’t you rather I fucked you, sweet little Katie? Hard, and fast and wet, just the way I’ve always wanted to?”

Kate’s fingers tightened on his back, digging at his skin a little. “Oh, yes,” she sighed heavily. “So much.”

“Then ask me, Katie.” Pushing his finger back, he wedged it inside her cunt. The tip, then to the first knuckle, feeling her squeeze and writhe against it. Then further, until it was nearly all the way in. “I’ve waited a lifetime to hear you beg me to fuck you.” Sliding the finger out, he hunched down a bit farther, reaching to slide his soaked finger over her clit. Kate gasped.

“Please Paul,” she said breathlessly. “Oh god please fuck me. I want you.”

Taking his hands from her cunt and ass, Paul fisted his left hand in her hair, forcing her head back to take his mouth on hers. When they were both nearly mindless with the need, he pulled back. “I will, Katie mine,” he promised. “I will fuck you until you cum, screaming, on my cock. But not yet. First, I want your breasts. And then your mouth on my cock. And then, if you‘re very good, I‘ll give you what you want.”

Staring up into Paul’s face, Kate felt herself go limp with need. She was wet, and warm, and wanted so badly to do anything he wanted to please him. To please them.

“On the bed Katie,” Paul told her. “Lie across it so David can watch. We don’t want to be selfish.”

Trembling she obeyed, moving from Paul’s arms toward the bed, on the way meeting David’s glance and feeling only more aroused from his obvious pleasure. She lay across the bed, stretching out her arms to the sides, making an offering of her body. Behind her and to the right she watched both men. David, sitting quietly, the bulge in his trousers and the look on his face making her clit ache, and Paul, who moved slowly toward the bedside above her head, slowly removing his clothing. By the time he’d reached the bed she had to tilt her head back to watch him, the angle making her a little dizzy and his body making her moreso. He was as well built as David, his stomach still flat, his chest as smooth, his shoulders just a bit wider. When he reached for his belt she watched in rapt fascination, the sound of his zipper like a buzz of electric in her head, the sight of him finally nude forcing her to open her mouth to breathe. 

His cock was fully erect, veins pulsing on the shaft, the head dark. He wasn’t quite as long as her husband, she thought, but he was so thick she could only imagine the pleasure of having him pushing into her wet cunt. A moan escaped her when he came toward the bed.

Watching Kate’s eyes widen at the sight of his cock made Paul stiffen even more, almost painfully. She lay there, arms spread wide for him, waiting for anything he wanted to do to her, and the sight made him feel almost fiercely wild. David had told him that when Kate was very aroused she like to play just a little rough, and he didn’t think he could be any other way right now. Bending over her head he put his hands to the flimsy little red lace bra she wore and tore it open, making her gasp in surprise. He covered her breasts with his hands, feeling the soft, full give of them; the hard tips of her nipples pushing at his palms. 

David sat in enthralled shock. His best friend was bent over Katie’s head, hands on her beautiful, ripe breasts, and she was arching up and moaning, her knees spreading in a silent invitation, her fingers grabbing fistfuls of the dark sheets. He was so hard he forgot to be jealous or worried. How could he be, when he knew Paul would do anything to make Katie happy, just as he would. They already shared her, really. But this was more than he could have imagined.

Pushing her breasts together, Paul bent to take her hard, pouting nipples into his mouth and Katie went a little wild, writhing and arching herself up at him. The sounds she made, such low, fierce, feminine sounds of pleasure, were familiar to him and yet completely new, the result of her fantasy coming to life. He watched Paul’s hands, dark against Kate’s soft white skin, a little hard, and knew how much she loved the touch. Paul’s mouth, at first slow and teasing, becoming ardent and hungry, and he smiled, knowing because she’d told him many times how a man’s mouth on her nipples sent sharp pinpricks of pleasure into her clit. He thought of how wet she must be; how ready to take, and without thinking rose from the chair and walked to the bed opposite Paul, reaching for his belt buckle.

Eyes closed, Kate could do little more than breathe in moans and whimpers as Paul used his lips and tongue and teeth to draw her nipples out to points of aching stiffness that went beyond pleasure. Reaching up she slid her fingers into his hair, pulling him down to her, forcing his mouth harder into her yielding skin. She heard David’s familiar deep sigh of hunger; heard him rise and move, and then felt him standing between her thighs. The cold jingle of his belt buckle had her raising her hips in hope that he would take her; she was burning and empty and the thought of Paul’s mouth and her husband’s cock both pleasuring her was incredibly, powerfully erotic. 

Paul moved his mouth, sliding his lips up the slope of her right breast to her throat, sliding to his knees beside the bed, covering her breasts with his hands while he kissed and licked and sucked at her neck and shoulders. His fingers lightly pinched her nipples, making her shudder. Opposite him, David slid the last of his clothing off and stood between her open knees, smiling down at her.

“Such a good little girl,” he whispered,.

Kate moaned at the tease and promise in his voice, rolling her hips up.

“Not yet, baby,” David said, sliding to his knees as well, his hands on her open thighs, pushing them wider, opening the dark, wet rose petals of her cunt.

Kate’s spine stiffened in a hard arc when she felt the first long, hot lick of David’s tongue. He knew just how to make her wild, licking and teasing her without touching her clit, curling his tongue and sliding just the rounded tip of it into her while holding her thighs open, even while she begged and pleaded for more....just a little more. Turning her head she whispered ‘please’ into Paul’s ear.

Nibbling her shoulder, Paul chuckled. “Please what, baby?” he asked.

“Please,” Kate moaned, nearly insensate with pleasure and need. “I want you.”

Pinching her hard nipples with his fingers, Paul pulled them out a little, his cock jumping when she made a low growl. “You have me.”

“Your cock,” Kate moaned as her husband’s tongue slid a little further into her cunt. “Please Paul. I want your cock on my tongue.”

He didn’t have to be convinced. Pausing a long moment to kiss her mouth deeply, hands squeezing her soft breasts one last time, he slid up to his feet smoothly despite the fact that his knees were shaking. Kate’s hands went up immediately to cup his balls, lightly massaging them. He made a sound that might have been a moan or a word, if he had the power at that moment to speak, grabbing the tall post at the foot of the bed to keep himself upright. He closed his eyes, reveling in the fact that this woman whom he’d wanted for so long, now had her hands on him. Her tongue came up to lick the heavy sacs of his balls and he moaned like a wounded animal, the pleasure bordering on pain.

Lost in the absolute bliss of Katie’s sweet cunt on his tongue, David glanced up, his tongue buried inside her, curling and teasing, only to see his wife begin to lick Paul, her hands all over his thighs and balls and cock. The sight of her being so wanton; so utterly lost in her own pleasure, was nearly enough to make him cum. Pushing her thighs apart a little harder, he began fucking her with his tongue, deeply and quickly, reminding her that while she might love the taste of another man’s cock, she was still HIS and nothing would ever change that.

Kate squeezed the hard flesh of Paul’s cock, her tongue making long, slow passes over his balls and inner thighs. He moved a little when she pulled his cock toward her, putting her tongue at the base and licking him to the tip, finally sliding her tongue around the head, using the ridge as her guide. She could feel him moaning through her fingertips; his body vibrating rigidly, a man pulled tight against his own limits. For a long, delicious moment Kate was nothing but sexual nymph, delighting in her own secret paradise of wild, passionate sex. And then she felt her husband’s tongue, velvet warmth like a claim on her body, and Paul moaning her name in a breath that was both desperate and loving, and everything crystalized into something even more than passion or sex or fantasy. These two men were her beloved...now they were her lovers.

David’s tongue slid into and out of her, curling up to lick at her g-spot, and he slid his thumb, wet with her juices, over her clit, finally satisfying her craving. She took Paul’s cock deep into her mouth, the swollen head pushing into the tight, slick space at the back of her throat, and pushed herself into David’s mouth, her orgasm coming into her like a shock of hot lightning. Moaning, her mouth full of hot, throbbing cock, her cunt on fire, she came into David’s mouth. Paul’s hands were on her breasts, fingers plucking at her nipples, making the wave of pleasure pulse from there to her cunt and back again, her body jerking upward over and over in wild spasms until she was shuddering and spent.

Sliding his tongue from Katie’s pink, swollen pussy, David licked her, the taste of her sharp, sweet cum coating and melting onto the back of his tongue. He turned his gaze up to watch her body melt as well, going limp into the bed in that perfect moment of satisfaction after orgasm, a feeling of possession and satisfaction warming him. His cock was thick and throbbing, and she was utterly soaked and ready to take him. Coming up off his knees, he kissed his way up her body until he reached her breasts. Positioning himself so that his hard cock was pressed into her pussy lips, he closed his lips over her left nipple while Paul rolled and pinched at the right, and she slid Paul’s cock from her mouth on a low growl of pleasure. With one hand stroking Paul, she took him by the hair with her other, pulling him up to kiss her. As passionate and wild as he knew his Katie could be, when he kissed her this time he felt something in her that doubled anything she’d ever shown him before. He knew she could taste her own cum on his tongue, and he could taste the faint musky taste in her mouth that must have been Paul’s cock. While he’d never been into the idea of being with another man, the knowledge that his wife wanted another man’s cock in her mouth made him crazy with jealous pleasure. He pulled back, kneeling up on the bed between her knees and sliding his hands under her knees.

Paul watched Kate cum under David’s tongue, fascinated by the obvious knowledge the two of them had of one another’s bodies and jealous at the bond they shared. He’d missed that; the subtle give-and-take of lovemaking, the fierce pleasure he’d always derived from making his wife cum. The way she’d felt, flowing under his mouth and hands like liquid fire, begging for release. He was incredibly honored that Katie and David had chosen this to share with him, and he wanted nothing more than to give her pleasure over and over again....but at the moment, as David slipped her knees up over his shoulders and she took his own cock into her mouth again, all he could think of was the way her tongue felt sliding around the head of his cock.

Pushing his hips forward, Paul buried his cock in her wet mouth, knuckles white as he held the bedpost, balls aching. Pleasure swirled up from her tongue through his throbbing cock, up into his pelvis and fully along his spine to his brain, engulfing him. Shuddering, lungs laboring for breath, he looked down and a shock of emotion and physical pleasure nearly buckled his knees. His beautiful Katie had her eyes closed and she was moaning, her neck arched, taking his cock as he fucked her mouth with a kind of eager wantonness he’d only felt in his fantasies. He was hardly aware of David at that moment. All that existed was Katie and her luscious mouth and what she was doing to him.

Kate was lost, her body overwhelmed with pleasure, her mind swimming in it. The feel of David’s cock in her wet cunt; the smell of her own warm arousal, her legs spread open for both men to see; the push and pull of Paul’s thick, hot meat in her mouth and the taste of his precum thick on the back of her tongue...nothing could have prepared her for this. It was perfect. Her clit was exposed and aching, her heart slamming in the rhythm of her lovers as they pushed into her in unison, over and over again. Paul slid one hand to her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, and David, as if in unspoken agreement that it was time again for her to cum for them, put his thumb over her clit and began massaging it in quick, slippery circles. Moaning around the thick cock in her mouth, she opened her eyes and watched Paul watching her.

In the flash of an instant when she met his eyes, Paul opened his mouth and moaned, his fingers pinching her left nipple almost painfully. She felt his cock slam against the back of her throat as he fucked her mouth. Flicking her tongue over the sensitive underside of his shaft as he pushed in and pulled out again, she could feel the thick salty spurt of a little precum spreading over the center of her tongue. 

“Katie!” Paul moaned. “Oh god, Katie--” 

She felt the spasm of his cock in her mouth, closing her eyes and sliding her tongue faster on the underside of his shaft, and then he was crying out harshly, his hips jerking in rhythm with the jets of cum spurting into her mouth and down the back of her throat. Kate took his release, swallowing his pleasure as it flowed in white liquid into her mouth. 

And then Paul was gasping, sliding his softening cock from her mouth and falling back to his knees beside the bed, his head on her shoulder, feeling her body moving toward him and back as David fucked her. He felt her turning her head toward him, kissing his chin; his cheek, and finally found the strength to raise up enough to kiss her mouth softly. Then Katie moaned and he put his mouth at her ear to whisper to her as her husband fucked her.

Looking up at David, Kate gave herself up to the need to explode again, his cock filling her, his thumb rotating over her clit. The taste of Paul’s cum in her mouth was warm and Paul himself was whispering things to her; telling her how jealous he was of David; how he wanted to fuck her himself, over and over again. She came, her body arching off the bed, legs wrapped around David’s shoulders, drenching her husband’s cock in her own waves of liquid pleasure. 

Watching Katie’s face, Paul felt another bout of sexual need energizing him. He wanted her again and he told her so, but for now he was incredibly aroused just watching David’s long cock disappearing between her slim thighs and into the tight heat of her cunt, the wet, hot smell of sex bathing them all. The sound of David’s hips and balls slapping at Katie’s soft white skin, and then her voice, moaning and pleading as she came for them both. As soon as her spasms began, David growled and cursed, fucking her harder, clearly filling her with hot spurts of thick cum. Then her husband collapsed atop her, the three of them gasping for breath, temporarily sated, and loving each other in a way that could never be explained.

Katie, lying under David’s full weight and with Paul nuzzling her neck, smiled the smile of a woman utterly satisfied, yet still hungry. Sighing, she let the absolute perfection of it all wash over her, wondering how it might feel to have them in her ass and cunt at the same time and chuckling when she thought of how they’d react if she asked them. Raising their heads, both Paul and David looked at her quizzically and she laughed.

“Don’t worry,” she rasped, a little breathless. “You’ll love it, I promise.”



Sharing Diane



I want to thank you for always printing an abundance of stories from couples where the husband likes to see his wife with other men. I too had long wanted to see my sweet Diane taken by another man. After much prodding, pleading and planning I got my wish, and a whole lot more. I know have a truly wanton wife, gourmet restaurant cook in the kitchen, and a complete slut in the bedroom.

Diane and I married young. We were both 23 and fresh out of school. We met our senior year in a large Midwest university, and married our first year after graduation. Our sex life was, and is, fantastic. Yet, after five years of marriage we found that we seemed to be doing the same thing in the same way. It was actually Diane who first brought home magazines, claiming that one of her friends told her how the stories got her and her husband. I was happy to see Diane trying to find some new spice, yet it only confirmed that she felt we needed something new as well.

We would get our copy, and read the stories to each other, taking special care to notice how turned on we would get during a specific topic. Diane soon noticed how horny I became after a story where a husband would share his wife with his friends, or even a stranger. At first Diane wanted nothing to do with the idea of having sex with another man. Then, she came to realize that it was not only something that she could do for me, it was a way the she could expand her own sexual horizons.

Our next step was how and who. Diane told me that if it was my fantasy, then I should arrange the whole thing. I think that she was bluffing, yet when I told her that we were have a friend of mine over to the house for dinner on Friday, she became nervous and seem to have a million questions. I told her that all would be answered in time, and that she should plan the meal. I would plan the entertainment.

I play squash twice a week with an old friend who is now an assistant football coach for a local college. His name is Jerry. Often times we would stop for a beer after a couple of games, and the conversation would inevitably turn toward sex. Jerry is 38, yet keeps himself in great shape. He is a good-looking guy at 6’3” and about 210 pounds. No matter how the conversation would start, it always seemed to end with Jerry telling me how lucky I was to have such a beautiful wife at home. You see, Jerry had been married, and went through a really ugly divorce. His ex-wife got his son, as well as quite a bit of alimony, which always made Jerry a little bitter around women. Thus, he always seemed to have a date, just never a second chance.

When I approached Jerry and told him that I wanted to see my wife have sex with another man, I thought that he was going to jump through the roof. To say that he was volunteering would be the understatement of my life. I told him that he should meet me at my house for dinner on Friday, and to show up around 7:00 o’clock. Diane always leaves before I do in the morning and arrives home before me as well, so I left her a note that dinner should be ready by 6:30, and that I would be home at about 6:15. I left work early on Friday in order to do a little shopping, and was home just as I had specified.

Diane looked great, and I could tell that she was excited to see how the evening was going to progress. She had prepared a chicken dinner, and said that she was about to get dressed. I was home just in time. I handed the bags from my afternoon of shopping to Diane and told her that she was to wear only what I had purchased, and nothing more. The sexual tension was greater between us than it had been in years as she took the bags and headed for the bedroom.

I finished setting the table, and opened a bottle of wine just as I head the doorbell ring. I let Jerry in, and we settled into a couple of chair in the living room after I poured us each a glass of wine. We sat and chatted for a few minutes while I convinced Jerry that I was serious about the evening, when Diane entered the room. First I should describe her, yet I know you won’t believe me. Diane seems to get better looking with each year. She stands all of 5’3” and weighs 117 pounds. Her measurements are 36-23-34, and she has long brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. As she walked into the room I watched Jerry’s mouth drop open. Diane was dressed like a harem girl, and she looked fantastic.

There was a gleam in her eyes, as she walked right past me and greeted Jerry by kneeling at his feet and saying, ‘What can I do for you master.’ Every curve of her body was on display through the transparent material of her outfit. As both Jerry and I stood wide eyed, Diane broke the calm with, ‘My husband has instructed me that I am to be your whore for the evening, you may do with me as you wish.’ Although I had never said any such thing, this was quickly becoming a dream come true. At Jerry’s direction, Diane got up and fixed us each a drink. Before long, we were seated at the table and enjoying the meal that Diane had prepared.

During dinner, Jerry seemed to ask a million questions. When did Diane lose her virginity? How many men had she been with? What position does she enjoy the most? Does she ever masturbate? Jerry had Diane asking questions about things that we never discussed. As dinner wore on, Jerry’s questions got more graphic. Does she swallow cum when she sucks cock? Has she ever been fucked in the ass? Did anyone every tie her up or spank her? I was shocked to hear my wife tell my friend that an old boy friend had once tied her up and spanked her while he fucked her from behind. She also said that it became a normal routine for them and often she would find herself tied and fucked to as many as four or five orgasms in an evening. And to think that she had never cum more than three times in one night with me.

After Diane completed her story about being spanked, Jerry decided it was time to up the stakes. Smiling at me, Jerry said, ‘I think that I would like to see you breasts now, remove your top and fetch us a couple of after dinner drinks. Diane didn’t even flinch at his request. She stood, removed her blouse which aloud her magnificent tits to swing free, and walked back into the kitchen. Upon her return, Jerry’s questions continued. First he asked her if she like to have her nipples rubbed and squeezed during sex. Her answer was a definitive yes. However, before moving on to the next question, Jerry told her that he wanted to see her rub her nipples for him. Diane was soon sitting at our living room table rubbing her nipples as she began to really get excited.

Jerry then told Diane that she should rub her little buds with ice from her drink. This was something that I knew really turned Diane on, and it was soon apparent to both Jerry and I that she was about ready to orgasm just from the attention she was giving her tits. Jerry then reached out and grabbed Diane’s right nipple, telling her to continue to rub her left one with her left hand, but she should now also finger herself until she cums for the two of us. Diane’s hand quickly reached into her harem pants, and began to finger herself. In all our years of marriage, I had never witnessed Diane masturbate. I couldn’t belief how turned on I had become.

I thought that Jerry was going to allow her to cum right there at the table, yet just as her breathing really reached a deep moan, Jerry stood up and lead Diane over to the center of the room by pulling on her nipple. Diane never missed a beat. Once they reached the center of the room, Jerry pulled even hard bending Diane over at the waist. He told her to keep going as he used his free hand to pull her pants down to the floor. In this position, we could see her hand busily working itself in and out of the folds of her pussy. Then Jerry surprised us both by lifting his free hand in the air, and smacking Diane right on the ass. Had he not been holding Diane by her nipple, I’m sure she would have jumped forward a mile.

Turning her face toward Jerry, Diane froze wondering what Jerry had in mind. I walked around and settled into a large chair as Jerry said, ‘I’m going to keep spanking you until you cum.’ Diane’s hand once again busied itself between her legs as Jerry began spanking her with a quick steady pace. I watched Diane’s face change from pleasure to pain and back again as Jerry began telling Diane how he was going to enjoy fucking her. He began to call her a slut and a whore. Jerry continued his assault on her nipple, ass and mind as her told her that once she came, she was going to have to beg for the privilege of sucking his cock. As he told her only a true slut would beg to suck cock, Diane let out a scream and came falling to the floor.

I thought that my cock was going to explode in my pants as I watched Jerry stand over my naked wife as she lay panting on the floor at his feet. As Diane’s breathing returned to normal, Jerry’s voice echoed though the room as he said, ‘I’m waiting.’ Diane gathered her composure, lifted up her head toward Jerry and did something I never thought that I would see. She actually began to beg Jerry to suck his cock. He just let her kneel there, making her repeat it over and over again. He then told her to again say that she was a whore, and told her that if she wanted to suck his cock she should take it out an get started. Diane’s hands quickly unzipped and lowered Jerry’s pants, and as she did, she let out a gasp. I’ve always been told that I have a larger than average cock at a solid eight inches, yet Jerry’s had to be every bit ten. I’d seen him in the locker room yet, seeing his cock hard was frightening. At least it was to me.

Diane only seemed to get more excited, and lowered her lips to his cock. Dave spent the next thirty minutes having Diane suck his cock. He would let her work herself into a good rhythm, then he would pull her head back by her hair and have her start begging all over again. Finally, as he sat back on our couch and Diane knelt between her legs, he told her that he wanted to fuck her face. He said that if she wanted him to, she should clasp her hands behind her back, and hold them there until he tells her otherwise. Not really sure what to expect, Diane slowly reached her hands behind her back while she continued to suck Jerry’s cock.

Jerry took hold of Diane’s head by her hair, and began to pump her head up and down on his long shaft. I watched as it would disappear into the depths of her throat then reappear, as she would gasp for breath from her nostrils. Jerry kept calling Diane all types of lewd names, telling her that he was going to fuck her with his long cock. Jerry was really working Diane’s head up and down at a hard pace when he announced that he was going to cum. He told Diane that she better swallow every bit of his load or he was going to take his belt to her ass before he left. Then he jammed her face into his lap and emptied his balls into her mouth. I sat transfixed as Diane dutifully swallowed Jerry’s cum all the while never releasing her own hands from behind her back.

After regaining his composure, Jerry lifted Diane’s head and peered down at his lap. Try as she may, Diane had let some of his semen leak out of the sides of her mouth and into the black hair of Jerry’s crotch. Jerry put his hand on the back of her head, forcing Diane to rub her face into the spilled cum. As he did this, he again informed Diane that before he left she was going to have to beg him to spank her with his belt. He then told her that from now on she was to refer to him only as ‘Master.’ He released her from his grip and told her to thank him for the privilege of sucking his cock. After she did so, he told her that she was to go over and give me a blowjob as well.

In my extreme state, I couldn’t hold out for even five minutes. It seemed as if the second that Diane’s lips touched my cock, I was exploding. Diane and I had toyed with some bondage games before, but I never knew that she had allowed any of her old boy friends to tie her up and spank her. Further, I never dreamed that she would permit herself to be used as she had. Yet, this was only the beginning. Before the evening was over, we had both fucked Diane twice. Jerry had also tied her on a position on all fours as he fucked her the second time. This time her pulled out and moved around in from of her before he finally ejaculated all over her face. Jerry said that we should all call it quits for the night, and that as Diane was proving herself to be a complete slut, she should remain bound for the night just in case either of us wanted her before morning.

I went of to bed, yet was woken up at about 4:00 in the morning by the sound of Diane screaming. As I hurried to the living room, I found Diane standing naked while she rubbed her ass with Jerry standing next to her holding his belt. I had thought that he was only teasing her the night before, and asked what was going on. Diane cut in, and told me that she had ten more spanks to go before her Master was going to be finished with her. At that, she bent over at the waist and grabbed her ankles. Jerry reared back and let her have a hard swat right on the ass. Tears began to well up in Diane’s eyes as she struggled to hold her position. Jerry just kept going as Diane actually started to cry while she counted out each of the spanks. After reaching ten, Diane thanked Jerry for making her go through with it.

Jerry then told me how much he appreciated my bring him into our games. Although I wasn’t really sure what to think about his spanking her with his belt, I was impressed that Diane had wanted to go through with it. As Jerry was getting his coat, Diane asked me if it was OK for Jerry to come over again. I told her that Jerry could come over whenever she liked, I just wanted to know about it. Jerry then thanked me, then turned to leave. He stopped as he opened the door and turned toward Diane saying, ‘I call you soon slut.’ ‘Yes master,’ was Diane’s response. 

Over the next couple of nights, Diane and I had some of the best sex of our lives. I didn’t need to initiate a thing. Every night as I got home from work there was Diane dressed in some sexy lingerie and seemed to offer something different. On Monday, Diane insisted on sucking my cock. Not once, but all evening. On Tuesday she gave me a show, masturbating to orgasm after orgasm. She had also set out our video camera and had me tape her. Wednesday evening, we took a shower together with Diane bending over and leaning against the tile while I hammered her from behind. However, on Thursday evening Diane seemed hesitant and timid. Although we did have sex, I could tell that Diane was holding back.

On Friday, Diane called me at the office at about 3:00 to see when I would be home. I sensed some tension in her voice and asked her what was the matter. After she insisted that there was nothing wrong, I told her that I would be home by 6:00. I didn’t think about it any further, but when I came home was I surprised.

I entered the house, and called out for Diane. Before finding her, I found a note on the kitchen table with a video. The note said that I should play the video and I would understand everything. I popped the tape into our VCR and settled back on the couch. The tape started with Diane standing in our living room. She was dressed in a pair of black thigh high nylons with a garter belt. The only other thing on her body was a thick black leather collar, which was locked around her neck. Although she looked a little disheveled, as if she had been put though a tough workout, she looked great.

As the tape started rolling, Diane began apologizing. ‘Tom, I’m sorry that I didn’t have you fuck me in the ass last night,’ she began. She went on to say, ‘My master has told me that as a punishment for not giving my ass to you, I am going to have to learn to give my ass away.’ The camera then panned around the room, as I counted nine guys that I had never seen before. They were all sitting around in various stages of dress. I then heard Jerry’s voice as he told Diane to turn around and show me her ass. As Diane did, I then noticed that her hands had been tied behind her back, yet that was nothing compared to her ass.

Diane’s ass was completely crossed with dozens of red marks. It was very apparent that she had been beaten well beyond what I had witnessed the week before, but that wasn’t the big surprise. The largest dildo that I had ever seen was sticking out of Diane’s ass. Jerry then said that it was time for her to be put to bed, and a couple of the guys came over to help out. First, one of the grabbed the didlo and gave it a few pumps, then he forced it as far as it would go right up her back door. By then, Diane was surrounded by men. They picked her up and carried her into our bedroom. They untied her hands, then, tied her into a spread eagle position on her stomach. Once they had her all tied down, the pushed a couple of pillows under her hips which forced her ass up. Jerry then gave the camera to someone else, and appeared in it himself. Holding the dildo in one hand and pressing down, he quickly gave Diane a dozen hard swats with his other hand. He then moved up toward her face, and turned her head so that she was facing the camera. He then had her thank each of the guys for fucking them her in the ass. Jerry then made her promise that she would have them all over again. Then the screen went black. I turned off the television, and headed for the bedroom.

Diane was just I had seen her in the tape, only now she also had a large piece of tape over her mouth. I removed the tape, yet before I could say anything Diane began begging me. She was begging me to fuck her ass, an she wouldn’t take no for an answer. I got undressed, leaving Diane tied and climbed aboard the bed. Taking hold of the didlo in her ass, I pulled it from the depths of her back door. I must have pulled nine inches of plastic cock from her ass before I reached the end, and when I did a flood of semen leaked out from her newly exposed asshole. I didn’t know what to think, but I don’t know if my cock had ever been that hard before. 

As I heard Diane calling herself my slut, I plowed into her ass in one long hard thrust. Within minutes I was pumping my cum where so many others had that day, in my wife’s back door. I came to find out later that Jerry had been directing Diane to perform for me. After that day, our lives have never been the same, and I can say that I’ve never been more sexually satisfied. Diane pleases me in every way imaginable. If I snap my fingers, she drops to her knees and sucks my cock until I explode down her throat. If I tell her that I want to fuck her, she bucks like a bronco. I’ve even taken to spanking Diane myself. And when I don’t feel like even thinking of how she should please me, Jerry is there to come up with something new.



Sharing Dinner With a Friend



Candice couldn't remember what her life was like before she met Brandon. Every time they had a 'weekend meeting', it was a new experience. She always looked forward to a weekend of being used. He always knew just how far to go and he always seemed to know what she was feeling and needing.

Tonight, as was their routine, she checked into the hotel room he always reserved for them. He was not there, but she could smell his cologne in the air. She looked for the note that she knew would be on the desk. It read, "Tonight, my dear, we are going to enjoy a nice dinner. Wear your hair down the way you know I like it, and make sure to wear panties. I'll expect you in the lobby at 8 pm. Do not be late."

She checked her watch. 6:30. She'd better hurry. He would be angry if kept waiting and she wanted everything to be perfect. She was surprised that he requested that she wear panties, since normally he did not like her to do so; however, she smiled at the thought of showing them to him later. She knew what he liked and dressed to impress him.

After a hurried shower and shave, she quickly put on her makeup, letting her hair dry naturally, leaving it curly as he had instructed. She then slipped on her black lace demi cup bra, which left the top half of her breasts uncovered. Next, her pair of thin, see-through black panties, which hugged her ass to perfection. She added some dangling earrings and a necklace which happened to fall right into her cleavage. She looked in the mirror and smiled. He was going to be pleased, she hoped. She had achieved a rich summer tan and chose to go without stockings, instead applying lotion to her muscular legs to make them glow. Last, she stepped into her new skirt. It was black as well, and while it was tasteful, it was also sexy. It was knee length, but had a slit up the right thigh. She slipped on a very low cut satin camisole, dark green to bring out her eyes. She layered an expensive tailored black suit jacket on top to show just a hint of cleavage without being tacky. She slipped on three inch black heels, spritzed her perfume, and grabbed her purse to head out the door.

As soon as she walked into the lobby, she spotted him. He looked powerful and handsome in his suit and tie. Walking slowly so as not to trip, she headed for him. He looked her up and down, and finally said the words she had been wanting to hear, "You look wonderful sweetheart. I'm always amazed at how well you dress yourself for me." 

She reached for his arm and they headed out to the car. On the way to the restaurant, he said, "We are going to be having company for dinner tonight." 

"Who is it?", she asked. 

He stared at her and replied, "Remember your place, my dear. No questions, just do as you're instructed." She quickly apologized and became quiet. Deep down, she was pondering what the night would hold.

At the restaurant, they were ushered into a quiet corner booth of the VIP section. Not ten minutes passed before the waiter returned with their drinks and another gentleman. "Mark", Brandon said, "it's good to see you." The two shook hands and Brandon invited him to sit on the other side of Candice, facing him. 

Mark extended his hand to Candice, and Brandon explained to her, "Mark is the PR rep for the Houston branch of my company. He's in town meeting with clients and I invited him to join us tonight." 

"It's nice to meet you" Mark said to her, "Brandon didn't mention that we would have such a lovely guest with him as well."

Mark couldn't help but notice that Brandon ordered for Candice, and that she didn't say anything during their conversations while waiting for the appetizer to arrive. He asked her a couple of questions about her job and Brandon intercepted them, answering for her. Finally, Mark laughingly inquired of Brandon, "do you ever let Candice speak?". 

"She speaks only when I ask her questions or direct her to," Brandon replied. 

Mark eyed Candice as she looked down, blushing slightly. "I see" he replied. 

After a few drinks and some wonderful shrimp cocktail, the mood lightened as everyone relaxed due to the alcohol flowing freely. 

Mark daringly asked Brandon how long he and Candice had been seeing each other, and had it not been for the drinking, he would've been shocked when Brandon answered, "Candice is not my girlfriend, she is only here to please me." Mark laughed hard at first, stopping abruptly when he realized that neither she nor Brandon seemed to find it funny. He let the issue drop, turning to conversations on business and politics during the salad. Candice remained silent. Brandon was pleasant and funny, but never looked in her direction. 

After some time, Mark said, "maybe it's the scotch, but it sure is hot in here, isn't it?". Brandon agreed and, turning to Candice, asked if she was hot, remarking that she looked flushed. She was hot indeed, from his hand which had been creeping slowly up her thigh the entire time, but she simply answered that she was fine. Brandon and Mark took off their suit jackets, and Brandon then instructed Candice to remove hers as well. She immediately was embarassed because of the lowcut camisole and the way the satin clung to her body in the warm dining area, but she did as she was told. 

Mark couldn't help but notice that Candice was indeed well-endowed when her jacket came off. She looked self-conscious enough, but it didn't help matters when Brandon caught Mark's appreciating glance and said, "do you like her full breasts? The look on your face seems to suggest so." 

Mark admitted that he did notice, and told Brandon, "I apologize, I did not intend to ogle her right in front of you." 

Brandon said, "No harm done, she obviously wanted attention from the way she is dressed. She must have worn a tiny bra, her breasts are almost spilling out the top of the shirt!"

Candice looked down, embarassed. She couldn't deny that she was enjoying Mark's attention, but didn't want to appear to be. After being exposed in such a small and thin shirt, she quickly caught a chill that the men did not notice in their long sleeved dress shirts. Mark, obviously feeling a dose of liquid courage, remarked to Brandon that she did indeed seem to enjoy being exposed, as her nipples were clearly visible through the green shirt. Brandon excused himself to go to the men's room, winking at Mark as he got up to leave. After he walked away, Mark scooted over in the booth, pressing his leg against Candice's and putting his arm around her. He whispered in her ear, telling her how sexy she looked and asking if she felt as though Brandon treated her badly. 

She answered, "No, he treats me very well." 

"Are you honestly telling me you enjoy his control over you?" he asked. 

She looked down, whispering, "Yes, I do."

"Looks like you two are having fun," said Brandon, coming back to join them. He scooted into the booth, sandwiching Candice between the two of them. The waiter arrived with their food, and he was staring at Candice in disbelief, his obvious appreciation for her body showing by the bulge in his pants. 

"It seems you find her attractive, don't you son?" Brandon asked him. The waiter blushed, and hurriedly gathered their salad plates and cleared them off the table. 

"Don't worry kid, look all you want," Brandon said to him. He got in one more good eyeful before walking away. By this time, the men were feeling frisky, taking every opportunity to nudge, bump, and caress her under the table. 

About the time dinner was finished, Brandon shocked Candice by asking Mark if he needed a place to stay for the night. "Actually, I just flew in before meeting you, and I don't have a hotel room yet," he said, looking at Candice. "As much of a pleasure as the meal has been with the two of you, I should probably go make arrangements of my own and leave you to your fun." 

Brandon answered, "I asked that Mark, because Candice here would be happy to make sure you have a wonderful evening to get you energized for your meetings tomorrow." 

Candice was shocked. What could Brandon possibly be expecting her to do? She would willingly obey anything he told her, but this? She could tell Mark was caught off guard as well. 

"Are you serious?" he asked Brandon. 

"She will do anything I instruct her to do, Mark, I assure you. We are not involved with one another, other than that she is my slut and nothing more." 

Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was Brandon really offering Candice to him for the night? He had to admit, looking at her body, he certainly was feeling aroused at the thought of tearing her apart. "What is the catch?" he asked Brandon. There has to be a catch, he thought. 

"Well, there are limits, Mark. We stay in our room. I do not leave her alone with you. She is my property and as such, I will be present at all times. She will bw bound by the same rules she has with me," Brandon explained. 

Mark looked at Candice. She offered no protest, although she seemed terrified. "Is this ok with you?" he asked her. 

Brandon interrupted, saying, "It does not matter if it is ok with her. She will do what she is told. If she resists, she will be punished. I have left many marks across her ass in the past, and she knows to expect the same tonight if she does not follow instructions, don't you darling?" Candice nodded. She trusted him and wanted nothing more than to please him, and she couldn't deny that her panties were getting wetter at the prospect of having Mark have his way with her.

Mark just couldn't believe it. "So you're saying that she's....mine to do with what I want?" 

"Yes, although she is entirely my property, she is also yours for the night."

"What are these 'rules' she has with you that apply to me tonight as well? Tell me more."

"She is always to follow instruction. She is not to speak unless spoken to, although she may moan, scream, and make other sounds of pleasure unless I forbid her to. She cannot cum unless she is given the order that she may do so. She is to be treated like the whore that she is, meaning you may be rough and forceful with her, using her body in any way you choose. She will address you only as Sir. You will not at any time address her by her name, but you may call her a slut, a bitch, a tramp, or a cunt, whatever you wish." He paused. "Does this all sound ok to you?" he asked Mark.

Mark licked his lips involuntarily. He looked at Candice. "You are one sick bitch, aren't you?" he asked. She didn't respond. 

Brandon reached over and forcefully squeezed her nipple. "I believe Mark asked you a question, didn't he dear?" 

She winced and looked at Mark. "Yes, I am," she responded. 

Mark looked at Brandon. "So she really does anything you tell her?"

"Watch this," Brandon replied. He looked at her. "Are your panties wet?" he asked. She nodded. "You've been enjoying this, haven't you whore?" She nodded again. "Tell me what you want tonight," he asked. 

She spoke the first words of the night. "I want to be fucked and used by both of you until you are satisfied." 

Brandon then told her, "you're going to prove it now. Take your panties off under the table for me." She did so, carefully trying to remove them without drawing attention from the other diners in the restaurant. "Show them to me," he said. She showed them to him. "No, hold them up and show them to both of us." She hesitated. "Do what I said," he commanded. "I want Mark and every diner in here to see them." She shamefully did so, holding them by the waistband and showing them the huge wet spot on the crotch where she had been leaking the entire dinner. 

"Would you like...oh...I'm sorry...I'll come back." It was the waiter. 

"No, son, no problem. What were you saying?" Brandon asked him. "I was um....asking if....um...you would like dessert," he stammered. 

"Actually, I think this gentleman and I are going to be having this lovely woman's pussy here for dessert," Brandon said. The waiter's bulge returned. "Hand your soaked panties to Mark as a souvenir, my dear." She did so. 

Brandon stepped out of the booth, touching the waiter by the elbow. "It looks like there are very few tables left with diners tonight." The waiter nodded. "Do you have a side room with a little more privacy and a break coming up?" he asked. 

"Yes sir," the waiter said. 

Brandon looked at Mark. "If you want proof of what a tramp she is, here you go." He looked at Candice. "My dear, slide out of the booth over here." She did so. "What's your name son?" he asked the waiter. 

"Travis," the waiter replied. "Travis, I want you to take this slut here into that side room I referred to. You've been an excellent waiter and I'd like to give you a terrific tip. Why don't you leave the check with Mark and I to take care of while you're busy. Treat this bitch to a mouthful of cum. She's a great little cocksucker and it looks like you need it. Then you can bring her back and take our money, does that sound good to you?"

The waiter had finally relaxed, seeing that there was no need for apprehension when this woman wasn't going to say a word. He trusted Brandon's word. "Right this way ma'am," he said to Candice with a wink. She nervously followed him, trying not to wobble on her heels, feeling strangely excited. He walked her into a small supply room and shut the door. 

"I've never met people as twisted as you and your men out there, but I'm definitely planning to enjoy this," he told her.

He pulled down his zipper, obviously feeling more confident as he looked at her and said, "on your knees you filthy slut." She obeyed. He freed a wonderfully young looking 8" cock. He didn't need any prelude, he was already standing at attention. "Get on with it bitch, I need to cum and get you back to your table," he told her. 

She wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling his warmth. She put her other hand on his balls, massaging them. She began licking the shaft of his cock, enjoying his smell. She then slowly licked the head of his cock. She was beginning to enjoy this when, suddenly, he grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly shoved her head downward. "Suck my balls, and do it now!" he told her. 

Nose buried, she began licking and flicking her tongue all around his balls, feeling them tense as she increased the intensity of her actions. "What a dirty slut you are, with a stranger's balls in your mouth," he told her. "Only a two bit hooker would do something that trashy. I bet you're so easy you'd suck any cock that was stuck in your face, wouldn't you? Here you were flashing your tits at me all night, acting like you didn't want the looks from others, and then I come back to see your wet panties on display." 

He was ready for more. He pulled her mouth off of his balls and looked down at her, makeup smeared, wet lips, chest heaving. "Tell me what you want, you whore!" 

She looked at him, enjoying this even though it was wrong and dirty, and said, "I want to suck your cock." 

"What else do you want?" 

"I want you to spray cum all over the back of my throat." Without another word, he pulled her mouth onto his cock. She began slurping and sucking his hard cock, feeling him push against her throat every time she went down on him. She was so hot. This was making her want to cum so bad, the combination of his hard dick in her mouth, the feeling of being used, and knowing that Mark and Brandon knew what she was doing and how everyone in that dining room would see the disheveled mess she had turned into.

Finally, he had had enough. "I told you I need to get back to work, you worthless cunt!" he growled at her. "I don't have time for this!" And with that, he grabbed her hair again and began fucking her face mercilessly, feeling the vibrations on his cock as she growled and moaned, loving every second of it. 

"I'm about to cum in your mouth so you'd better get ready for it!" She was ready for it. She needed him to cum in her mouth. And cum he did. He unleashed an unbelievable amount down her throat, emptying his balls into her throat. She swallowed most of it, but there was more than she could handle, and it ran out of her mouth onto her throat, following the curve of her breast. He pulled out of her mouth before he was completely dry, and smeared it onto her chest. He zipped up his pants and stood up. He looked at her and said, "get off your knees and stand up." She did so. "We're going to walk back to that table and I want you to walk behind me, do you understand?" She nodded. "And don't you dare wipe my cum off of your neck and chest. I want everybody to know what you've been up to." She nodded. 

He opened the door and walked out through the dining room. She followed him, hair wild, mascara and lipstick smeared, knowing what she must look like. She caught a couple of knowing looks from the men at the bar. 

"So, I hope you enjoyed your tip," Brandon said to the waiter. 

"Oh, yes sir, thank you very much for that," he replied. 

Brandon looked at her. "It appears, my dear, that he had a little more cum than you could handle!" She nodded. He looked at Mark. "Well, do you believe what I said now?"

Mark stared at Candice, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Without saying a word, he stood up, and the two men escorted her out of the restaurant and up to the room.

Part II coming later--