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She Didn't Know

By: magmaman



I need to describe my wife Sally to help this little tale make sense.

Sally isn't one of those raving beauties we read about here, she wasn't blessed (or cursed if you will) with huge "38DD's".

Sally is 5'6", she barely makes 115#, the right description for her bust is "ain't any". She does have a set of nipples that I could use to nail two boards together after licking on them for about 10 seconds, and when I do her eyes get all funny looking and she goes completely nuts.

Her hips are a shade bigger than would be perfect. She bitches about the size of her ass all the time. Her legs are pure power because of the damn bike she rides all the time, which I think makes the size of her butt even bigger. She does have a fanny to die for, I bet any woman on this planet would trade with her. Not a mark, blemish, lump or bump on her anywhere, not a single flaw that I can find and trust me when I say I have looked.

She doesn't own a bra because there is no point, and she is one of those women who the only time she wears anything resembling undies is at the beach. The outfits she wears when we go to the beach are pointedly designed to show off what she damn good and well knows is her best asset, that behind.

Even though she gripes about it all the time. She knows where men's eyes go without fail.

She has never really seemed to be a complete exhibitionist that I could ever tell, although the way she is built up top makes for lots of accidents if she is wearing a blouse or loose top.

I get a kick out of that, and she knows it so she gets careless. Not deliberately enough that anyone can tell, though.

Her other neat feature is her beaver which she keeps naked as a jaybird because of those outfits she wears to the beach, there isn't much to them. This means she has nothing hidden when nude, hell, even if she let it all grow out there is nothing hidden. Sally has more sticking out between her legs than some guys do. Her lips are big and wrinkly looking, her clit is easily the size of a big peanut and everything almost doubles in size if I lick her nipples and play with her a bit. A couple of times I got to messing with her at the beach and she swelled up and stuck out both sides of her bikini bottoms.

I have to admit I got a kick out of that, too. She had to sit with her legs together until she got under control or she didn't dare stand up.

She is hot, and it isn't possible for her to be nastier in the sack. Often we don't even make it to the bed. We have had at it on the couch, the floor, the bathroom. She delights in making my 8 incher stand up and will do anything to get me into that state. So she runs around the house in all sorts of manners of naughty dress, to the point where for her it is just normal.

If she wasn't so eager to take care of me I would have blue balls all the time.

K..That's my Sally. the gal I married. We are faithful to each other as far as I know except for once I was getting a massage from this cute redhead. She hinted around about extras for a tip so I went for it and got jacked off with both of her hands working feverishly, her top on the floor and her tits swinging freely. Then she leaned down as I blasted off so it hit her in the face, that was hot.

But I felt guilty so I confessed to Sally. I half expected her to take my balls off but she got a flushed look and next thing I knew she had me down and whacked me off too. Even took her top off, her tiny nipples like little needles, and yep. She leaned down so it hit her in the face, then she licked me off with a grin.

Of course she wanted to know if she was better at it than the redhead and I told her the truth when I said there was no doubt at all! Then she floored me when she asked if she could go get a massage like that. 

What was I to say, no? She was sitting on my legs with my pecker in her hands, having just been told that I had some other woman do the same thing. Not a good time to act one-sided, I thought.

"Sure, honey, sounds like fun!" I lied. I wasn't really jealous at the idea , and I was pretty sure she wouldn't do it anyway.

It was about a week later when I came home and there was a van parked in my driveway. It had some kind of company sign on the side, I wondered what the hell and went in to see what was up.

Sally was sitting on the couch, there was one guy standing with a damn vaccum cleaner in his hand and the other one was sitting across from Sally in one of our easy chairs pointing at a folder on the coffee table.

Great. A couple of fucking salesmen. I was thinking of scooting them out the door when I looked at Sally and realized she had on one of her skirts that is a bit on the short side and a top that buttons up the front, and it had a couple of extra buttons undone, the highest one was level with her nipples. Not abnormal for the way she looks when i get home, but here was two strange guys in my living room and that wasn't normal.

So I sat down in my chair, curious. The guy standing up was an older man, a bit chunky and half bald, maybe 40 or so. The one sitting down was younger and lean, perhaps 25.

The way Sally was sitting with her legs curled back and facing me pretty much bared her left butt cheek about halfway. The guy standing up had a straight shot at her right tittie inside her blouse that was gapping open quite a bit.

I was sitting directly across from Sally who was asking about warrenties and things like that. That damned skirt of hers had ridden up quite a bit, I could see in there far enough to get a bit of a peek of part of her pussy. I started to say something to her but she moved and turned her knee out a little as she leaned out and reached for the folder on the coffee table. This caused her skirt to move even more, and now I COULD see her snatch.

I just sat there as she read the flyers, completely engrossed in them. I realized she really did want a vaccum, and had even mentioned a couple of times since we didn't own one.

I looked down at her pussy, now in my clear view but hidden from the guy in the chair who was staring at her legs and saying nothing. Sally didn't realize, if she was doing it deliberately I would know the signs and her big pussy lips looked normal. It was obvious she was so engrossed in the idea of a new machine that she didn't realize.

I just sat there, kept my mouth shut.

The older guy started the machine making quite a racket, and he started moving it back and forth on the carpet. It didn't take him long to work his way around to in front of Sally who was still sitting there reading, completely unaware of the show she was putting on.

Then she swung her legs around and set her feet on the floor, leaned over the coffee table and set the folder down. Her knees were a good foot apart, the skirt was now slid up to the top of her thighs. She was sitting there directly facing the guy in the chair with her legs spread and there was no way he could miss seeing the whole thing, hell, I could see her even from my angle.

She asked him about a discount for cash, when he didn't answer she looked at him closely and then her rather exposed state registered on her.

"OH!" she said, pulling her knees together and tugging at her skirt with little effect. Then she blushed as red as I have ever seen. She gave me a dirty look, I got up and went into the kitchen to get a beer. Safer in there at the moment.

I came back out a few minutes later, wrote the guys a check and ushered them out. The younger guy grinned at Sally and said "Thanks", bringing another blush to her cheeks.

"You didn't tell me!" she yelled, taking an ineffectual swing at my arm.

"I thought you were going for the discount!" I laughed.

Sally grinned at me, looked down, then her face changed.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

"I always like looking at you."

"I mean you liked THEM looking at me, huh?"

She was stroking my erection through my jeans as she said that. I had no defense.

"Yeah."

She tripped the front of my jeans, freeing me. She cradled me in her hands with a purr.

"Maybe if I get this reaction I will do some more of that."

I dropped my hands and lifted the hem of her skirt, she was wet, swollen, ready. I hadn't even licked her nipples yet.

"Got you going too, I see!"

"Yea!"

She Didn't Know She was Dessert!



Once again, Wu Mei was exhausted. Her legs felt like jelly. She’d been working at the pizza parlor from 10am to 11pm all week because, as usual, her mean boss Benny let everyone else go home early but made her work late. She was exhausted and anxious to go home to sleep.

She came to America 3 years ago, 42 yrs old, couldn’t find a good job and her husband was refused entry because he did something stupid back in Shanghai. Wu Mei couldn’t even afford airfare to visit him. Three years without a husband and Wu Mei had few friends. How could she find friends when she worked such long hours?

It was 5 minutes to 11pm, she could go home in just a few minutes. Waiting, she remembered two terrible incidents that had happened to her over the past year. One time she had delivered pizza to a couple of college boys who had invited her in, slipped her strong wine and then violated her body. She shamefully remembered co-operating rather vigorously. She was too ashamed to tell anyone and blamed it on exhaustion and the wine. She had never been able to tolerate even a little wine. Another time, at Easter, she had been delivering chocolate treats at a hotel in her extra part-time job and somehow woke up in the early hours of the morning naked in the hallway. She could not remember what had happened but again felt deeply shamed. She hoped nothing like this ever happened again. To make sure, she carefully stayed away from any kind of alcohol.

Poor Wu Mei, this was about to turn into a very bad day!

She overheard Benny talking on the phone.

“OK, OK, so I forgot. Yeah, I’ll send her right away. Enjoy your party and don’t get too drunk”

Benny turned and said, “Where’s Sally? She’s supposed to be the waitress at my son’s party.”

Wu Mei said, “You sent her home early.”

“Mrs. Zhou you be the waitress then. Get going.”

“Can’t. Last bus 15 minutes. Need go home.”

“Do my son’s party or get another job. I’m real nice to you and let you work 14 hours a day and this is the way you repay me? Get over there right now, don’t screw up and don’t be late for work tomorrow.”

Wu Mei was so tired, she cried all the way to the party.

Ringing the doorbell, Wu Mei waited bleary-eyed at the door dressed in her waitress uniform; black shoes, black socks, short black skirt, starched white blouse and black bow tie.

Benny’s son Tony answered the door. “You’re late! Go serve the food. We’re hungry. Hurry up or I’ll complain to Dad.” Tony was really pissed off when he saw Wu Mei. He had expected young Sally who could always be relied on to serve her “special dessert”. After all, that was the whole point of the party. This old Chinese woman obviously wouldn’t provide that service.

Wu Mei quickly found the trays with cheese, crackers, veggies and dip in the kitchen.

Returning to the living room with a tray she walked about as the guests grabbed snacks from the tray. There were only 6 guests: 4 men including Tony and 2 women one of whom was a young black girl. All of them looked a bit tipsy. Most rudely demanded she fetch another beer. She was shocked at their complete lack of manners.

As she turned to get the drinks, a hand slapped her bum. She swung around to tell off which ever man had the nerve to touch her body. There was no man, just the black girl, who had introduced herself as Chantal, smiling at her warmly, her red blouse unbuttoned half way down giving an giving an excellent view of her bare, brown breasts. Wu Mei wondered how the man got away so fast.

Coming out of the kitchen with 6 opened beer bottles on the tray; Wu Mei met Chantal waiting at the door.

Chantal took a beer and said, “Why don’t you have one yourself? You look thirsty.”

Wu Mei replied, “Can’t. Working. And wine make me not good.”

Chantal continued, “You still look thirsty and tired. I’ll get you some chocolate milk. By the way you have a nice name Woo May.” Chantal’s blouse seemed to have come further unbuttoned exposing her tantalizing belly button.

Wu Mei thought Chantal was a nice girl for talking to her so she smiled and said, “OK. I drink milk. My name, Wu Mei. Means ‘Fifth Daughter’. Wu is five. Mei is daughter.”

“Well Fifth Daughter, you go give the rest of them their beers.” Chantal went into the kitchen found the bottle of Bailey’s Irish Creme in the fridge, poured a large glass, giggled to herself and went back into the living room to find the Fifth Daughter.

Returning with the empty tray, Wu Mei met Chantal just leaving the kitchen. Thanking Chantal for the “chocolate milk”, she stopped to drink it down in one gulp before returning to her duties. Odd taste and why was Chantal grinning so hard? As she entered the kitchen, she heard Chantal calling to the other guests, “Dessert will be served shortly”. Wu Mei was puzzled; there was no dessert anywhere in the kitchen.

Coming out with another tray of food, Wu Mei heard someone say, “Kitty, kitty, here comes the pussy.” She looked around but there was no cat in sight. By now, the Irish Crème combined with her exhaustion was starting to have an effect. The room started spinning slowly. As she reached the sofa, the spinning suddenly got faster and she felt herself falling.

Tony caught the tray before it hit the floor. The others simply laughed as Wu Mei fell over one arm of the sofa landing on her back on the cushions. Her legs draped over the sofa arm, her short skirt slid back to her waist completely exposing her thin white panties.

Chantal giggled, “Fortune cookie for dessert. Let’s open it up and see what kind of fortune is inside. I get first crack at the pussy.” Everyone laughed and gathered around the “dessert”.

Luigi was first to open the cookie. He reached for Wu Mei’s short black skirt and pulled it down her well-toned legs, picked up her feet, finished pulling the skirt off and tossed it in a corner. They heard Wu Mei let out a soft sigh as Luigi dropped her feet back over the sofa arm.

Susie was next. She unbuttoned the five buttons on Wu Mei’s crisp white blouse. Although she let out another soft sigh, Wu Mei seemed unaware that she was being undressed.

Stepping back, Susie and the others admired Wu Mei’s soft belly and her silky, front-fastening bra. Gary reached down, lifted Wu Mei forward, slipped the blouse off her arms and pitched it across the room.

Now the six of them briefly admired Wu Mei’s soft belly, her firm breasts covered by the silky, front-fastening bra, and the thin white panties not quite concealing her dark, straight-haired pussy. The black bow-tie, black socks and black shoes provided a very pleasing trim to their fortune cookie.

John unsnapped her bra flipped the two halves off her mature but still firm bosom as her light-gold boobs slowly rose and fell with her sleepy breathing. The nipples hardened when John playfully tweaked them.

Tony leered, took her thin panties in his fists, tore them and yanked them off her now fully exposed body.

Someone called out, “Leave the bow-tie and socks on, they look cute.” So they left her dressed in her black bow-tie, black socks and black shoes. Her arms lay stretched over her head, her boobs still rising and falling gently with her breathing, her legs slightly apart giving them a clear view of her vulnerable, tasty looking snatch. The hair on her pussy was straight and coarse.

Chantal licked her lips, breathed more heavily and said, “I wonder where we should look for the fortune?” She stared directly at the waiting pussy. Losing no time, she tossed her red blouse aside letting her ample breasts swing free, their hard brown nipples proudly on display. Sliding her black slacks off she revealed her lack of panties. The guys watched her curvaceous bare bum and curly black thatch as she kneeled down, draped Wu Mei’s legs over her shoulders, leaned forward and put her lips directly on Wu Mei’s naked pussy.

Chantal quickly went to work. Pulling Wu Mei’s pussy lips open, Chantal found her love button, clamped her lips on it and sucked hard drawing the love button into her hot mouth. She kept sucking as hard as she could, thrashing the love button with her tongue between sucks.

The four men and Susie, the blonde, stood around dropping their own clothes. Tony and Luigi held Wu Mei’s arms just in case. Their cocks stood out straight as they watched Chantal assaulting Wu Mei’s pussy.

Wu Mei, felt something odd. She struggled to recover her senses realizing that, somehow, she was naked and her unprotected pussy was under heavy assault. She tried to struggle but her arms were pinned and she was still weak and dizzy from the alcohol. Her eyes fluttered open. She stared. Four naked men were leering at her. The blonde was massaging a set of balls. The black women was no where in sight. Wu Mei raised her head slightly. Her eyes bulged in absolute shock. A woman, the black woman was eating her pussy. Never had a woman touched her before. She was appalled. She tried to dislodge Chantal by bucking and squeezing with her knees. No good; two of the men just held her knees apart so the black woman could continue her humiliating assault on poor Wu Mei’s undefended pussy.

Wu Mei cried out, “NO! NO! Not touch me!” She thrust her hips upward to knock Chantal off. No good; this merely ground her pussy harder into Chantal’s face.

Chantal’s hungry, hard sucking was unstoppable.

Wu Mei continued to cry out, “Stop! Not do that me! NO!” But the sucking was starting to make her body shake. Her hips started pushing up to Chantal’s face as if they had a will of their own. Wu Mei pleaded again, “Please? No! Stop? Uhh. Oooo. Mmm. Stop? Aiii! Ah ah ah ah.” Her pleas turned to panting and gasping.

Her eyes stared up as Tony straddled her, his swinging balls descending toward her open mouth. She gasped as Tony dropped his sack of balls into her mouth. Surprised, Wu Mei closed her lips around the balls, feeling how they filled her moist mouth. His rigid, short cock rested on the point of her nose, the tip sitting on her right eyebrow. As she watched wide-eyed, Tony started rubbing his cock back and forth on her face. The skin on the end of his thick, short cock slid back leaving the shiny swollen head of the cock to bump against her eye socket. She closed her right eye but continuing staring up at his hard, lean body with her left eye. His chest muscles rippled as he pumped his cock across her face. His balls squished around in Wu Mei’s soft mouth, her wide lips clamped around the base of his balls. As her body bucked involuntarily to Chantal’s merciless sucking, Wu Mei started sliding her thick tongue over Tony’s balls, slowly sucking on his sack.

Tony’s short cock swelled more and more, his thrusts became more rapid. Each time he thrust, his balls pulled up but Wu Mei’s lips firmly held them in her mouth as she sucked greedily on his sack. Soon she saw Tony’s mouth drop open and his eyes squeeze shut. She knew his hard cock was about to explode. She pressed his balls harder with her tongue even as Chantal continued her insatiable assault on Wu Mei’s hot, pulsating pussy. She fault his balls harden and suddenly a hot liquid squirted over her eyebrow, across her forehead and oozed into her coarse, black hair. Tony let out a sigh of relief, slumped, then tried to pull his balls out of Wu Mei’s mouth. That was not possible until he poked her in the cheek. Still his balls came out with difficulty having swollen to twice their normal size.

Tony stumbled over to an easy chair, sat on the floor, tucked two ice cubes under his balls, laid his head back and closed his eyes.

Wu Mei’s mouth, no longer full of Tony’s sack, she was able to continue gasping to Chantal’s assault, “OHHH! Ahahahahah! Oooo!” Her hips squirmed from side to side and still Chantal would not let go.

John pulled Chantal off saying, “Hey. Leave some for me you greedy black bitch!”

Chantal panted, “Let me back in or fuck me. I need a hard fuck like a doggy!” She crouched on all fours, her ample black boobs hanging down, swaying as she stuck out her rear end. Luigi promptly obliged by grabbing her tits from behind and squeezing them hard while ramming his engorged hard cock into her curly black pussy. He lost no time in pumping fast and hard, letting his balls slap against Chantal’s well-rounded ass. He held onto her belly and jammed his cock in as hard and fast as he could. Her big tits swung wildly with each thrust.

Wu Mei didn’t see this because Luigi had laid down on the sofa, picked her up, flipped her over and positioned her over his own long, thick raging cock. His bulging muscles enabled him to swing her body around as if it was a feather.

Wu Mei eyes bulged, seeing the size of his monster rod. She cried out in a panic, “NO! TOO BIG! Hurt me! NO!” She tried pushing at his arms to get away but was unable to escape the powerful bodybuilder.

Luigi didn’t care what she said. When he came to one of Tony’s parties he simply expected to get a juicy dessert and he intended to have a good fuck no matter what the worthless bitch thought. So what if he hurt her? Her problem, not his! Besides this one wasn’t young like the others so she should enjoy whatever she got! And be glad of it!

Luigi didn’t just lower her onto his ramrod, he actually took her and shoved her down hard on it.

His cock rammed so deep and hard into her defenseless pussy that poor Wu Mei screamed, “Oowww! EEEEE!”

Luigi didn’t bother thrusting. Instead he simply raised and lowered Wu Mei up and down on his cock ignoring her feeble struggles. He enjoyed watching her modest 36B tits bounce up and down. Reflecting on her light yellow tinted skin, he thought to himself, “Nice that Tony got an import for the party.”

The monster cock hurt. Wu Mei struggled with all her might but she simply didn’t have the strength to fight this uncaring oaf. She whimpered as his oversize member stretched all her most sensitive parts.

No one showed any sympathy. Susie and Gary started slapping her tits, hard. They laughed as her sensitive nipples became puffy from the slaps.

She cried, “Not hurt me! Please stop! Ooohhh! Uuhhh.”

Susie just laughed again and demanded, “Say ‘I love you’. Come on say it or we’ll slap you silly you useless old bitch.”

Wu Mei cried, “No I not love you. I not old. Only 42.”

Susie slapped viciously this time. Wu Mei’s breasts were turning red from the uncaring slaps. Her cunt hurt from Luigi’s rough handling. Her arms hurt where he held her raising her up and down. She said, “Ok. I love you. Now please stop.”

Susie slapped her tits again, “That’s not good enough. Say it like you mean it. And say it in Chinese.”

Wu Mei sobbed, “Ok. Wo ai ni. Now please stop.”

“What’s whoa I knee mean?” demanded Susie in a puzzled voice.

“Mean ‘I love you’. You said say in Chinese. I did. Let me go.”

“Not so quick. You keep saying whoa I knee until I say stop. I know you love Luigi’s cock cause it’s so big. He must fill you real good. Probably no room left inside. Now you show your appreciation by telling him you love him. NOW!”

Wu Mei sobbed again, “Wo ai ni. Wo ai ni. Wo ai ni. Please stop now. Wo ai ni.”

Luigi just kept on shoving her up and down on his cock as if she was nothing but a doll.

Susie grinned, slapped her tits some more, and said, “Now say it English and Chinese. Alternate back and forth and don’t stop. We know you’re enjoying your fucking. Probably the only fuck you got this year.”

Wu Mei desperately complied hoping the slapping would stop; hoping Luigi’s would take her off his enormous rod. “Wo ai ni. I love you. Wo ai ni. I love you. WoainiIloveyou. WoainiIloveyou.” Tears streamed down her face.

Suddenly, Luigi grunted, thrusting upward suddenly with great force and Wu Mei felt his cock bulge even more inside her small pussy as Luigi’s juices shot into her over-used pussy. Luigi tossed her aside and went in search of another beer.

As Wu Mei fell on the sofa face down, she heard a scream.

It was Chantal, “YESSSS! FUCKFUCKFUCK. Ohhh. You’re so good.” John had shot his load into her hot black pussy. Both collapsed onto the floor.

Susie dragged Wu Mei’s legs until they hung over the arm of the sofa, her knees on the floor, her ass sticking straight out. Gary sat in front of her on the sofa, his crotch jammed against her head. He grabbed her hair, hauled her head up and then shoved it down onto his crotch saying, “Suck me you bitch.”

Wu Mei opened her mouth to protest but this just resulted in his limp cock flopping into her mouth. She tried to pull her head back but Gary just shoved her head even harder into his crotch repeating, “Suck me, make me hard. Lick me or I’ll smack your head.”

Wu Mei lay there face down, her mouth closed on Gary’s flaccid member but there was no hardening. Her face was jammed so tightly into Gary’s crotch that she had trouble breathing.

Meanwhile, Susie and Chantal had each grabbed one of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard making Wu Mei flinch. They then started slapping her ass, Chantal smacking the left cheek while Susie spanked the right cheek. These were not light love taps. The slapping sounds rang loud and clear in the large living room. Wu Mei was unable to evade the vigorous spanking what with being face down and draped over the sofa. She was totally at their mercy, or rather, lack of mercy.

As Gary listened to the loud spanking sounds, his cock finally started to, very slowly, harden. Wu Mei felt his cock beginning to stiffen, bit by bit. But her ass hurt so much. The girls were slapping so hard! She knew her ass was getting very red.

The slapping went on for a long time with Chantal and Susie stopping occasionally to pull Wu Mei’s ass cheeks apart to poke her asshole before resuming their pitiless spanking. Wu Mei’s bum bounced and jiggled, turning red and hot.

Gary’s cock finally ripened in her mouth and he began a slow bump and grind on her mouth. Wu Mei was unable to move. She could only endure the pain of the spanking as she tried to breath with her face jammed on Gary’s cock and balls.

The doorbell rang!

Tony opened the door. “Hi Dad,” he said as Benny, Wu Mei’s boss, entered.

“Just checking. Is Mrs. Zhou giving you good service? Sorry Sally couldn’t come to serve dessert.”

“Yeah Dad. She needed a bit of convincing but she is serving dessert. Did you want some?” Tony waved a hand at the sofa.

Benny listened to the loud slapping sounds, leered and said, “Don’t mind if I do. Those buns look hot and my sausage is cooking.” He laughed at his own joke.

Going over to where Wu Mei lay defenceless, he looked at the bright red marks on her jiggling bum. He put his and on one ass cheek, noted the heat caused by the relentless slapping and said to Chantal and Susie, “OK. Step back. My turn.”

He smirked as he dropped his pants and underwear revealing his raging hard cock. It was short like Tony’s but thicker and darker. His balls hung more loosely than Tony’s. He pulled back Wu Mei’s ass cheeks, and pressed the head of his cock against the exposed, captive hole remarking, “The buns sure feel hot.”

Then he said, “Mrs. Zhou, I told you to serve food and here you are just having fun and games at my expense. Sorry but I can’t pay you if you’re not doing your job.” He snickered at this and started pushing hard against her asshole trying to force it open wide enough to get his thick cock in.

Just as her hole finally yielded and his cock finally popped into her hole, he added, “Mrs. Zhou, don’t be late for work in the morning.” He slammed his cock forward.

Wu Mei felt someone violating her ass. Her husband had never done this before and, at first it hurt a lot. She tried to squirm but couldn’t move. Gary’s thighs were pressed against her ears so she was unable to identify the voice that called, “Don’t be late for work.”

Benny kept banging hard at Wu Mei’s ass laughing, each time he thrust, “Don’t be late for work. Don’t be late for work.” Tony thought this was uproariously funny too as did all of his guests.




She Didn't Know She was Dessert!



Wu Mei just felt even more humiliated as Benny’s cock forced its way in and out of her hurting, red, spankingly hot bum. The feeling of his cock jammed into her like that was shocking. She broke into a sweat as Benny continued ramming her.

Each time he rammed, her face was forced further into Gary’s crotch and Gary’s cock kept jamming into the back of her throat so she almost gagged each time.

Soon Benny erupted, shooting his load into her butt. At the same time Gary’s cock exploded also, filling Wu Mei’s mouth with his hot, salty juice just as she passed out from the violation of her ass.

Benny pulled out, pulled his pants back on and repeated, “Don’t be late for work.” He slapped her ass hard, turned to Tony and said, “Think I’ll go home and get some more dessert from you Mom. Chinese never lasts long.”

Around 9am, Wu Mei woke. She was lying naked, face down on the coffee table. She felt sticky and sore. Looking up she saw 9 people laying on the floor, on the sofa, on each other.

Chantal looked up from where she had been stroking Susie’s pussy (Susie seemed to be passed out.) Chantal smiled and said, “We had some more guests over. They really enjoyed dessert. You better have a shower.”

Then she added with a bigger grin, “Remember. DON’T BE LATE FOR WORK.”



She Didn't Know That I Knew



My wife of 9 years, Inga, is a very stunning woman. Bright eyes, bright white smile with perfect teeth, the perfect facial features of a Western European woman, long blonde hair, and petite tall body whose nipples point up right at your eyes on 'B' sized breasts. She was born in Norway, and raised there until her parents moved to the United States when she was 13. 

We married when she was 21, I had just sat for my oral boards and was about to become a licensed physician. I was 30.

I met Inga when she was attending the college that I was doing graduate studies at, and was a graduate assistant, teaching one of her anatomy classes. She was the best looking girl on campus, the most sought after, being European, very popular. Her sexual hang-ups were nonexistent. She thought nothing of having sex with a different man every week or month, and she routinely bedded the best looking women. It was like a Frenchman drinking wine; part of the culture for her.

I left the employ of the college when I began my two year residency program, so I decided to ask Inga to dinner, now that she was no longer one of my students. She liked me; we had gotten along famously and she readily accepted my invitation. I am tall and told that I'm good looking, sandy hair, and green eyes; broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip. And, I was going to be a doctor. 

After dinner, going to bed was the accepted dating protocol in Inga's mind and she expected me to seduce her.

However, me being a soon to be physician, I was loathe to have sex with her yet, because of the risk of her cute little twat being the home to various creatures that might bite me, or kill me. I discussed this with Inga, deferring to have sex with her until I was sure she was disease free, much to her consternation and, ultimately, alarm. 

We spent that first evening, when she'd normally be having her romp, me educating her about venereal disease, showing her pictures of advanced cases of all sorts of possible nightmare infections that she could be carrying or could get if she continued living a promiscuous lifestyle.

To my great surprise and pleasure, Inga became celibate. She asked me all sorts of questions about possible treatments for this or that, how long would it take for her to be celibate to know for sure if she was disease free, how the different diseases affected childbearing...lot and lots of questions. Inga had truly become alarmed and had decided to turn over a new leaf in her life.

Because it was me who had opened her eyes, helping her to avoid a shortened life due to disease, or a life fraught with pain and frightening medical treatments, Inga linked her heart to me. We became friends, I helped her with her schooling and she me with mine. We latched onto one another and love bloomed. 

Fortunately, Inga had avoided the scourge of sexually transmitted diseases of any sort, and, after several months, we consummated our commitment to one another.

We were married a week after I'd become a licensed physician. My specialty was gynecology; I began practice in an office with 12 other physicians, all of us specialists. 

Inga and I were ecstatically happy in those first years. We had cowboy sex, we had cowgirl sex, we had Norwegian sex and we had plain ole' missionary sex. She was a truly open minded, orgasmic woman, so everything was a go and she often initiated it on her own.

Inga loved one thing in particular. While I was ratcheting up her arousal, I'd use my fingers to reach inside of her and rub her g-spot, while also playing with her clitoris. She'd have huge, dynamic simultaneous squirting orgasms that way and it often set the tone for multiple hours' long play between us. Her sexual appetite was ravenous.

After our 8th year of marriage, we had leveled out. Our sex lives were down to about 4 times per week, but usually one of those times would be 4 or 5 hours in length. So, while we weren't as active as at first, we were still very active and very much in love, I thought. She had multiple orgasms and always saw to it that I had no less than two every time we made love. There was lots of foreplay, lots of caressing, kissing, teasing and experimenting. But, the frequency was markedly less than at first. Her appetite was still high, but my stamina was waning as I neared my 40th year.

As a physician, I know that if we are both disease free from the start, and our fidelity remains intact, along with practicing excellent hygiene, we should never have to worry about sexual disease.

I had been totally faithful to Inga during our marriage, indeed way before our marriage ever took place, I made up my mind that Inga was the girl for me and swore off other women. When Inga became celibate, so did I, in anticipation of joining with her in a rebirth of wonderful new sex in a day to come. That was almost 9 years earlier.

Approaching our 9th anniversary while using the restroom early one morning in my office I noticed a small, painless chancre, or sore, on the underside of my penis. I realized that I had become infected with the bacterial, sexually transmitted disease known as 'Primary Syphilis.' I tested myself for that and it came back positive. Since I caught it in its' very earliest stage, it was easily treated with one shot of Penicillin, which I self-injected. Syphilis is easily non detectable to both men and women, but being a physician, when I noticed the small open sore, I checked. 

I was somewhere between furious, vengeful and very sad. This was nothing to play with, yet I could have my vengeance on Inga AND on her host of lovers by simply saying nothing to her or them. Ultimately, the disease would ravage their lives in its' end stages. It could render them blind, impotent, barren, and even kill. But, it would also ravage all those spouses and innocent others who would get hit by this moving train.

My disease donor had to have been my wife, Inga. She was back on the lover treadmill. I work long hours and have regular times when I'm away from home, and she knows these times, these hours.

It would be very difficult to avoid sexual relations with her; I had to figure out some way to insure her fidelity, if I forgave her and treated her and her lovers for their infidelity, as a physician is wont to do.

I decided neither to take my vengeance, nor to forgive her. My decision was going to change my, her and everyone's life who involved themselves sexually with her, and their loved ones, too.

I informed our office manager and my own personal assistant that I needed the rest of the day off. I asked one of my partners to see my more seriously ill patients, working them into their queues, and we'd reschedule the rest.

I headed off for home at 9:30 am. In our more than 8 years of marriage, I'd never once been home between the hours of 8 am and 5 pm when the office was open. Today would be a surprise. 

I parked on the street, not being able to get in the driveway with the three cars that were already there. I walked over to the cars, took down the license plate numbers, tried their doors and every single car was un-locked. I reconnoitered a wealth of information from each of the cars and put it in the trunk of my car for later. Then, I used my key, walked in the front door and stopped to listen. 

They were using the downstairs recreation room. This would be easy, there were no windows and there was only one way out of that room, through this upstairs door. I went into the master bedroom, retrieved my Springfield XDM .40 S&W pistol with the 16 round magazine and two extra loaded magazines. The .40 caliber pistol makes a very very loud noise when fired indoors. It also is a lethal weapon and will destroy any flesh that the bullet fired from such a weapon hits.

I reasoned that, "I am a physician, I make my living using my hands and have no desire to use these instruments of my livelihood to smash into the bones of another man's face, or to risk injury to my own self, beyond the dose of syphilis that I already was enjoying."

Downstairs, in my basement recreation room were 4 naked people. One of them was the lovely 30 year old Inga, my wife of nearly 9 years. One was Tony Snead, the husband of one of my partners; she was actually the one covering for me today as it turned out-she is also a gynecologist. Another one of Inga's guests was Joseph Hinderman, the attorney that our medical clinic had on retainer for business purposes. The last man in our basement was our business banker, Ed Simonski Jr. Wow, a bonanza. 

I crept down the stairs unnoticed and observed Inga being fucked doggy style by Ed Simonski; Joseph Hinderman had his cock buried in her mouth and Tony Snead was holding on to his hard dick waiting his turn patiently. When I rounded the stairs at the bottom, only the guy, who was being sucked off, Hinderman, was facing me, but his eyes were closed. Everyone had piled their clothes on the end of the sofa, right by the doorway to the stairs, together, so I picked them all up and wadded them under my arm, holding out my pistol, pointing it at the bathroom to my right. 

I fired off three rapid rounds from that .40 caliber pistol and it was so loud it hurt. Everyone jumped their eyes as big as saucers, mouths open and then everyone hit the deck. There was four naked bodies trying to get small laying on the floor of my basement, looking at me with great fear and surprise.

Inga saw me and said, "Oh, noooo, Bill."

I said, "Hi boys and girl. We have a mess here, don't we?"

Tony Snead, the doctor's husband, got up and started for me to take his clothes away from me, I fired a round just over his head into the ceiling, it must have been so loud, he fell just as though I'd shot him, grabbing his ears, and crying out in fear.

I said, "You all probably have syphilis, Inga you do for sure."

Not waiting for their reaction, I said, "I'm going upstairs with your clothes. I am calling the County Health Department and your wives. I'll use your cell phones to call your wives, the county Health will want to interview you about treatment and your other sexual partners. You'll wait downstairs until your wife and a county health officer come down and get you one at a time. You need to just wait your turn." 

"Inga, you and I are done. I've explained all this to you once before and now you get to see how it goes." I said, addressing her separately.

"Hear me, motherfuckers, I am going to block your exit from this basement. If you try to leave here, you will have to go through me, and you won't survive this."

Inga slumped in the far corner of the room, crying into her hands, "Oh, noooo. Oh, Bill, nooo, please."

I retreated with all their clothing up the stairs and shut the door. I put a kitchen chair against the door, wedging the back of the chair against the door handle. 

Then I began rifling through pockets and making calls. 

The police showed up with the health department workers, and one by one the wives arrived. The police disarmed me, took my statement and then handcuffed me and took me into custody, arresting me for discharging a firearm in the city, endangering the lives of 4 people and unlawful imprisonment. I had serious charges leveled against me, indeed.

I did have a full and complete chance to talk with health officials, explaining in detail what my part in all this was. It became a crisis, because Inga had had sex with so many different men in our town over the past two months(as I found out later). She had to give up all their names, and they were all tracked down for treatment. In addition, they had to be interviewed and their sexual partners treated and interviewed, and so on until everyone who could be contaminated was tested and treated.

The divorce courts were hopping around our area. The price of Penicillin went up, around our part of the world, too. Actually, the fact that I had caught my own infection probably saved a lot of misery, because the proactive work done on the part of the State, even the Feds came in, reduced the further infection of lots of folks, ultimately. Still, it was a massive undertaking, and all from just one woman, and who knows where she got it.

Criminal charges were filed against me, and I was imprisoned for 1 year and 6 months. I was out in 6 months because of prison overcrowding and good behavior.

While I was in county lockup, my lawyers were suing the medical practice's lawyer, banker and the other doctor's husband, using the information from the trunk of my car as a starting point for information about them all. 

No action was taken by Inga on a divorce petition, so we were still married when I was released, but I'd had no contact and did not know where she was. We'd lost our home, our cars and all our savings hiring attorneys to defend me, and in the dissolution of the medical practices. 

I'd lost my license to practice medicine, but could be reinstated with full hearings, since what I did was not about any malpractice issue, and since nobody was hurt and it was a crime of passion, not malfeasance. I'd need anger management classes, some refresher courses and to let them lecture me ad nauseum, but It was possible to become a practicing physician again, under the tutelage of a proven more senior Physician for 5 years; if I played my cards right.

But, I still had the civil lawsuits working that I'd brought and it looked like they'd be bearing fruit before long. My lawyer was going for the gold. 

We, my lawyer and I, struck gold. Both the bank and the law firm yielded several millions of dollars, because we were able to show that my lost income for life as a physician was so substantial that it warranted a big settlement. Additionally, they paid for breach of trust, estrangement between my wife and I and fiduciary malfeasance. 

Since I'd heard nothing from or about Inga after I was arrested and taken to county lockup, I filed for divorce because of abandonment against Inga and was granted a divorce after I'd been out of prison for 1 year.

About three years after I'd settled the lawsuits, gotten my divorce, been reinstated as a licensed physician (Under the watchful eye of Dr. Hilary Snead-former wife of Tony Snead who was one of my wife's lovers that day in my basement.) I had a late in the day appointment with a woman I'd never seen before. The record said, "Ms. I. Svengold, age 34; complaining of vaginal dryness, recurring yeast infections and discomfort in her female areas." 

My assistant showed her to exam room 'c', took her vitals, discussed generally what she needed to see the doctor about and left the patient, telling me she was ready.

I opened the woman's chart, began reading it as I opened the door to the room and there stood Inga, my estranged wife of almost five years.

"Hello, Bill, my love." Inga said.

"What is this, Inga?" I asked.

"I wanted to see you, to explain, to see if we can rekindle our love. We are still married, you know, so anything is possible." She coyly remarked.

"No deal, Inga. You are a walking death trap, besides we aren't married. You abandoned me and I filed for divorce. We are decreed by a State District Court to be lawfully divorced." I informed her.

"I went to jail. I suffered humiliation before the community, and lost my license with the state medical board to practice medicine. You are incorrigible, not insatiable. Our differing moral codes totally make us non compatible." I said.

"But, Bill I am having some medical problems in my....my female area and I need a doctor."

"Nope, not here Inga; There's no charge for this visit, but do not come back. If you are having female issues, see another physician, not me."'

"You Americans! You are so uptight about everything. A little sex is good for the soul. It is therapy for life's obstacles. Why don't you loosen up? They have drugs for all these diseases now days." She snorted.

"Inga, if you cannot find your own way out, our security officer would be glad to assist you. Get out and stay out." I snorted right back.

That was the last I saw of Inga. Though my heart was knit to hers from the early years of our relationship, my head told me clearly that she's trouble. I've seen so many really ugly end results from sexual overindulgence, promiscuity and sexual abuse that I don't care to be a part of that cycle any more. 

Hilary Snead and I have taken our relationship to a higher level. She has been without the services of a man for 5 years, herself. We have been exploring one another's anatomical irregularities of late. I've examined her thoroughly and have found it necessary to insert certain instruments to ascertain her fitness for male cohabitation. 

She, of course also has had to be on her toes, what with being responsible to the State Medical Board for my conduct as a physician. She has to administer testing and regular disciplinary procedures against me to keep me fit for service as a doctor. 

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I make no claims that any possible facts presented or solutions offered for Sexually transmitted diseases is truly medical in nature. Nor do I attest that legal charges, divorce laws, sentencing by courts or any other potential problem or remedy is actually factual. It's a story, a 'filament' of my imagination.

-Pultoy