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The Tank

By: JMaxwell69



"What was that smell?" You thought as you pulled the sweater over your head. It was a mild chemical smell. It was not pungent or unpleasant and was barely discernable unless the fabric was against your nostrils. It was just out of the usual. 

Your man had you hand over what you would be wearing the night before for approval, and you had been surprised when he agreed to the conservative sweater and pants combination. Normally, he made you wear plunging necklines and short skirts when you went some place in public together. As much as he enjoyed seeing other men admire your cleavage or ass, he got just as much a thrill from watching you tug down at your hemline or up at your neckline as you subconsciously tried to cover up self-consciously. You had good reason for wanting to cover up for this particular event, but he wouldn't care about that. Nevertheless, you were just relieved when his only requirement was that you not wear any bra or panties. The sweater was loose and thick enough that it wouldn't be too apparent that your breasts were not restrained, and, if your nipples got chilled, they wouldn't stick out much through the bulky cloth. A little chaffing of your nether region was a small price to pay.

"I'm ready." You called out to your husband who was waiting in the living room to go to the event.

"Come here." He said. "We've got a little time." He was standing in front of the picture window on the street side of your house. You complied and went to stand in front of him. As you were giving him a little kiss, you heard a "ZIPPP" as he pulled down the zipper on his trousers. You took this as your cue to go to you knees and fish his semi-flaccid member out of his khaki slacks. His cock swelled inside your mouth immediately. If the mailman, Seventh Day Adventists, or a traveling salesman had come to your door just then, they would have had the show of their lives, because there was nothing but glass between you sucking off your hubby and prying eyes. 

"Yeah, baby. Make me cum. All your co-workers are going to smell my cum on your breath at this thing." He said as he impaled your mouth with his stiff cock and messed up your straight black hair with his big meaty hands that seized your skull. Within moments he was shooting a stream of his viscous essence into your mouth. "Don't swallow yet. Not until I tell you to." 

He helped you up, and you went together out to the car in the drive. It was harder to hold the mouth load of your man's creamy glob than you would have thought. Your mouth started to create saliva, and the impulse to swallow was strong. Finally, as he turned out of the subdivision, he spoke. "You can swallow it now." 

You did as you were told.

The event was a charity event to raise funds for disaster relief. While it was all co-workers and a few spouses, it just happened to be a cause near and dear to your husband's heart. Your bosses had rented out a recreation facility just for the event, and it was part casino night, part competitive games, and a few other usual suspects of fund-raising - including a kissing booth and a dunk tank. The dunk tank was why you had particularly wanted to dress conservatively. Any participant could pay $10 per ball for up to three balls, and have an opportunity to dunk the employee of his or her choice. One sat on a ledge suspended over a tank of water that was about shoulder deep, and if the philanthropist could hit a target mounted on a swing arm they would drop you into the drink. It was mostly the upper management types who were at risk, and it was a long shot that anyone would pick on you. In fact, when you started to bring a towel and a change of clothes, your husband had told you to stop being ridiculous and to put them away. 

However, as soon as you got to the party and started to mingle, he started to plant the idea in all the men's heads that it would be worth their while to spend $30 to try to dunk you. Part of you wrote this off as playful teasing because that was his tone, but there was a sly edge to his jovial expression. It was not long before there were three employees signed up to take a shot at you. So that a crowd could gather to watch, they conducted all the dunks at once about two hours into the three hour event, and they shut down some of the other activities during that period. 

After a couple upper-middle management types were dunked - the second one twice, it was your turn. You sat on the cold and wet metal ledge that was still moist from the last individual's ordeal. You were surprised how cold the seat got so quickly through your dark cotton slacks. Of course, the two previous individuals had brought towels and a change of clothing. You prayed for nine bad throws. You knew that you should taunt the pitchers as the previous dunkees had done in order to break their concentration, but, somehow, you couldn't find your voice. You were too nervous. The few insults you got out were hesitant and felt feeble. 

You flinched with each pitch. The first pitcher missed with his first two throws. He was clearly concentrating during the last throw. When the third ball hit the target there was no bracing for impact. Your seat just fell away and you were momentarily completely under water. You pushed up when your feet touched the bottom, and your head broke the surface while you took a deep breath. Your eyes were pinched shut with the stinging of the heavily chlorinated water. There was an odd tingling sensation on your skin, and you rubbed your eyes with your fists reflexively to ease the burn and get the water out. When you opened your eyes blurrily, you immediately noticed a discoloration of the water, and there was something floating in your peripheral vision. You looked at it. It was a misshapen patch of cloth floating on the undulating water, and it appeared to be breaking apart. 

It was then that you looked down, and through murky water saw that the odd sensation you had felt was your clothing sloughing off. You could see the outline of your bare breasts in the water. You then looked up and saw that everybody could faintly see the same thing. They were seeing your nude form in the water that had grown murky with the dissolved fibers of your entire ensemble. Some of the crowd members were mortified, and others seemed enthralled. You looked to your husband for assistance, but he just smiled a wicked grin. You then realized the full extent of his duplicity. You understood why he had let you wear the decidedly unsexy outfit, and why he had been so eager to get men, in particular, to bid on the chance to dunk you. 

Instead of offering to find you cover, which others had looked around to do. He gestured for you to get back up in the seat for the next donor to have his shot at you. The other two, however, forfeited their donation, because they could not bring themselves to further participate in your humiliation. Your hubby, on the other hand, had no such reservations, and gestured for you to come out of the tank and over to where he was standing with two guys from your office, one from Human Resources, Jack, and the other from Marketing and Communications, Ted. Jack seemed embarrassed for you, and averted his eyes from your body and even from your face. Your husband kept talking as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Ted, who you knew quite well, was looking you up and down. Your husband noticed the same thing you had when you looked down bashfully. Ted had a tent in his pants. By this time, a female co-worker was approaching with an overcoat to put it over your shoulders. Everyone was trying to figure out how your clothing had just disintegrated into the water. Some expected you had done it on purpose, and others, presciently, suspected your husband. Those who your husband had tried to talk into dunking you thought of him immediately. However, most of the crowd sympathetically thought that you were the victim of some freak wardrobe failure. Perhaps it was too much chlorine or fabrics too delicate. 

You had been exposed for all to see. Some looked away, some stared, and other engaged in sidelong cautious glances, but all the people you worked with had seen every inch of your alabaster skin- even if only for an instant. They'd seen the trimmed landing strip that had once been exclusively for your husband to find his way. 

"Why don't you wait in the car? I need to finish my talk with Ted." Your husband said to you as he looked you up and down slowly himself. If he could have gotten away with it, he clearly would have made you stand there naked for the next hour until the event ended for his own enjoyment of your discomfort. 

You sat in the car by yourself for about ten or fifteen minutes. When your husband got into the car your arms were crossed across your body as you clutched the donated overcoat to your body to keep the front shut. He said nothing as you drove home, and neither did you. Your mind was still swimming. How would you face everyone on Monday morning? You contemplated never showing up again, but knew you would have to. It was too awful of a job market to try to go elsewhere. Furthermore, it wasn't that big of a community. You'd have to come to grips with the fact that while you were talking to any of your co-workers they might be picturing you, quite accurately, without a stitch of clothing. 

"Lose the coat." Your husband said as you entered the house right behind him. He sat down in an overstuffed chair and gestured for you to have a seat next to his feet by his chair. You did as directed. 

"Bing-Bong" The doorbell rang within minutes of when you took a seat. 

"Get the door." Your husband said. You reached for the coat slung over the couch-back, but he shook his head. So you went and tentatively opened the door to see Ted from Communications looking you over hungrily. 

"Come in and have a seat, Ted." Your husband said. 

Ted sat down in a chair across from your husband. You went to your husband's chair, and, at his direction, sat down on his lap. His cock swelled against the slight grinding of your soft smooth buttocks. "Well, dear, it turns out that Ted is a true philanthropist. He gave $500 to the charity tonight." Your husband said.

"Well, it wasn't pure philanthropy." Ted said. 

"That's right. You know what I told Ted while you were waiting in the car?" Your husband asked.

"No." You said meekly.

"I said that for a $50 donation he could use your mouth, for $100 donation he could fuck your pussy, and for $500 he could use you however he pleased. You think that's fair, right?" Your husband asked, and he reached around between your legs to rub your pussy, which was rapidly growing ready. Ted's covetous eyes followed the hand's motion.

"Yes." You said.

"Good. Because it's time for us to make good on our part of the bargain." Your husband said. "Go; do as you're told."

Ted said: "Suck me." He slouched in the chair so you could unzip and access the boner that he apparently hadn't lost since you were revealed earlier in the evening. You did as you were directed. You unbuckled, unzipped, and then pulled his pants down enough that you could let his cock spring free from the white cotton undies. You took the smooth hard meat in your mouth, and sucked. 

"Man, this is a dream come true. I've wanted to stick my cock in your wife's mouth so many times." Ted said.

"She does suck a mean dick, doesn't she?" 

"Oh, yeah." Ted slid his hand beneath your dark tresses, and hooked his hand around the back of your neck. He forced your head down roughly, and your eyes watered as you gagged on the hard staff. 

"OK. Get up and turn around." Ted said to you. You did as you were told, and let Ted usher you into position to sit your pussy down onto his swollen shaft. "It looks like your old man likes to see you fucked like a little whore." Ted was referring to the fact that your husband had his own meat out in his hand and was stroking himself to the sight of his wife being taken by another man. Your man's cock head was a deep purple. He seemed to really get off on the sight before him as he stroked himself with strong grip. 

You began to ride up and down on Ted's cock. Intense horniness overwhelmed any earlier shy embarrassment on your part. Ted reached around and fingered your clit as you bounced up and down on his cock like you were riding a horse at full gallop. Ted's rubbing of your most tender part brought you to the edge of climax quite rapidly. This was not helped by the fact that you were somehow incredibly aroused by how excited your husband got by whoring you out.

"I never knew you were such a little fuck whore." Said Ted, as he felt you squirm. Then he spoke to your husband. "Do you want her pussy, I'm about to butt-fuck her." He then eased you up off his member, and realigned. Ted breached your tight backside with no small effort and pulled you back so your back was on his chest as he wriggled his shaft deeper into your anal orifice. Your husband wasted no time in rubbing his shaft along your already slick slit, and then plowed into your pussy roughly. Ted's dick burned in your ass, but the combination of the two dicks jostling against a whole range sensitive nerve centers simultaneously shot intense waves of pleasure through your body. Ted called out loudly with his mouth near your ear as he came in a wave of shooting spasms. He then just let his cock grow limp in you as your husband continued to fuck you intensely. 

"How was her ass?" Your husband asked Ted. 

"Shouldn't you be worried that I'm going to bend her over her desk five times a week and breach load her now that I know what a whore for cock she is?" Ted asked. 

"No. She's completely obedient. She won't let you fuck her if I don't tell her to." Your husband said through panting breaths as he worked up a healthy second nut of the day. That nut came when your pussy began to tremble into spasms. This was causing Ted's cock to grow once more. 

The night was still young, and all agreed that $500 should buy more than a solitary creaming of your ass, so the three of you retired to the bedroom for the night. 

The Tanning Salon



I love my job, I guess that I am happier than most because not only do I love what I do but I also work for myself. I own a tanning salon, I love greeting people and being there to answer their questions, they are more like friends to me than customers and I would hate it if I couldn't be there everyday. Although I never expected the perks that seem to come along with the job, and the perks make the job even better.

It had been a slow day that Wednesday as the weather was very ominous and drizzly as well as chilly, Steve a steady daily customer had come in and we were sitting and chatting and joking as we always do before he tans. We talked a little about our screwed up relationships, joking about how we were ready to just get into another one for money not love etc... I love joking with Steve, he makes me laugh and smile, and being 10 years my younger and in fit shape he is nice to look at as well. 

Steve was making jokes and flirting about going to dinner, running away together. " Ok Linda, what do you say that we just get out of here, go eat some dinner, and find a nice motel somewhere"

"Well Steve I don't close for another hour and a half, but after that sure I am all yours." I smiled and laughed knowing he would never be serious, and that being married I could never go there.

We chuckled at each other as Steve sauntered down the hall and into the diminutive room where the tanning bed was. I heard the door shut, and I started to image him naked as I heard his clothing come off. I heard his belt buckle clink against the chair as I assumed that he laid his slacks in the seat. I could hear his hands running over his body as he smoothed the lotion across his perfect form, his tan muscles firm yet not overly large, then his six-pack tummy, and sweet sexy chest. I was getting damp in that secret place just thinking about him, I tried hard to recover and think about something else, I mean after all I am married even if I am separated, I shouldn't even consider such a thing. But then I have been so lonely, and sexually in need of some real Manley attention. 

It seemed like only moments that Steve was in the bed, when I heard the bed shut off it knocked me from my daydream about him, and he began to sing to the radio. I giggled and smiled, " Are you trying to win me over with the singing now Steve?" I asked in my flirtiest voice.

" Yes is it working?" Steve chimed with a confident manner.

" Well if they play "Unchained Melody" and you sing to that, then you will be in trouble," I replied

Steve laughed and said that he would have to remember that. Now I could hear his clothes going back on, the dampness had grown and I was now feeling a slight tingle between my legs, a considerable throb even. I was going to have to go home and really work myself over well. 

Steve exited the room and headed out the front door, he smiled as he left, " See you tomorrow Linda have a great night." 

" You to Steve, and behave" With a wink and a smile Steve was out the door and in his car. For the next hour I couldn't get him out of my mind, and I just kept thinking what it would be like to have Steve touch me, kiss me, and have his cock fucking me. As I cleaned the tanning beds I found a watch in the room that Steve had just been in I figured it was his and put it in the office to give to him the next day when he came in, I then vacuumed the floors and turned out the lights. Now ready to close, I had emptied the cash drawer and turned off the open sign and gone into the office. I was filling out the deposit slip for the evening's sales, when I heard a knock on the door. 

I peaked through the window and to my shock it was Steve, I opened the door and he laughed as he told me that he thought that he had left his wristwatch in the room. I smiled softly at Steve as an odd feeling crept over me. 

" Yes you did, I put it here in the office for safe keeping let me get it for you."

" Thanks so much I love that watch and would hate to have lost it."

I entered into the office, and as I reached for the watch on the desk I felt hands slide from behind me and cup my large breasts, it was Steve and he pulled me close to his chest, I gasped in shock and he nuzzled his face into my neck, kissed my neck and ears and whispered softly into my ear.

" Please Linda, don't make me stop. You know you want me, and we can have a great agreement so that you get what you need and I tan for free." Steve spoke with declaration in his voice; He wasn't evil but had a force and an attitude of control. 

My head spun, I knew this was wrong but I needed this so much, it felt so wonderful to have a man want me this much again, even if it was for ulterior motives. I closed my eyes tightly, breathed deeply and leaned against his chest and tilted my head to the side giving him better access to my neck. 

Steve continued to kiss and lick and suck my neck as he groped at my tits, I was in such disbelief as he was so hot looking and I being overweight, and almost 40 and separated, I kept thinking to myself why me, why me.

I stopped asking myself why, and became spellbound in the passion. Steve had turned me around and kissed me softly, licking my lips, and holding me close. Then his kiss became more determined and deep, his mouth covering mine, his tongue penetrating my mouth intensely. I could feel Steve's hard cock pushing against me, and his hands now inside of my shirt grabbing at my fleshy mounds as he backed me against the wall. Our passion grew, and we were groping each other and kissing frantically. Steve pushed me hard against the wall, looked at me and without saying a word lifted my shirt up over my head in a hard fast movement, he then began to suck my tits through the thin material of my bra. I placed my hands on his head, holding him close and tightly, moaning as he suckled my nipples to a rigid stance that the bra couldn't hide. My Nipples were slightly rough in texture and had grown to a size I didn't know that they were capable of, my large 44 DD's loved this kind of attention and I prayed that it wouldn't stop. 

My thong was getting so sodden with my cunt juice that I was sure that the crotch of my jeans were also getting tacky, It was so passionate I needed to feel his cock in me now!

Steve pulled his mouth from my tits, and I moaned loudly in displeasure. He backed up a bit and then began to unbutton and unzip my jeans, looking me in the eyes and saying nothing to me. I felt his hands slide into the waist of my jeans, and he began to slowly push them down as he leaned in and seductively bit my neck and shoulders, he crouched at my feet. Then he lifted first my left foot then my right. Pulling the leg of the pants from each foot as he did so. 

I was leaning against the wall, trying to breath steadily, moaning softly, Steve remained crouched at my feet, his hands descending over my flesh and back up my legs, then over the insides of my thighs. My hips stirred slightly with his moves as I moaned more. I began to speak to tell him how much I loved what he was doing to me; Steve reached to my mouth, placed his index finger across my lips and said...

" SHHHH... Don't say a word, just do as I direct you to."

I was not going to argue, Steve stayed crouched, he lifted my right leg up and placed it over his shoulder. Pushed my thighs slightly apart, then he slowly slid his hand over the threadlike material that covered my pussy lips; they were inflamed and pouting out the edges of the thong. But I couldn't help but act in response to the touch of his fingers. I got a whiff of my female aroma, it was sharp but it was sweet and made me even hotter. 

" MMM... you smell wonderfully hot and horny, bet it has been along time since you have had this done." I just moaned and shook my head yes to his words.

Steven wasted little time, he pulled the thong to the side and began to lick and suck at my inflamed well shaven twat as it throbbed in his lips. I yelped in pleasure and forced my hips forward to push harder against his face as he was now licking and sucking harder than I can ever bring to mind any man ever doing to me. My clit jumped at each touch of Steve's tongue and teeth, my liquids flowed out and down onto the inside of my thighs, and I was so close to cumin all over his face I couldn't stand it. 

Steve inserted two fingers into my cunt and began to finger me profoundly and relentlessly, yet slow deliberate strokes. I fucked my hips onto his hand, wanting to release the surge of pleasure so much.

" Oh yeah that's it, feels good to get that cunt fucked doesn't it? You're so wet and hot, and you taste so good. I can't wait to feel you cum on my fingers and face, so I can lick up your juice and really savor your nectar." 

I was going insane, it felt astounding and I needed to climax so badly I couldn't stay silent another moment. I began to implore and beseech like a real cum slut would.

" Oh yes Steve yes, I want to cum for you, I need to cum for you, I need it so much it hurts. Yes that's it fuck my wet twat, harder suck my clit oh god yes...." 

Steve fingered my cunt with a firm pounding action, he sucked and lapped at my clit, it was only seconds and I felt the wave hit me in the most intensely overwhelming manor I could recall. My legs buckled and quivered, my cunt succumbed to his fingers, the juices flowed from my pulsing hole and down Steve's arm, Steve savored and drank the tasty fluid as it gushed, I screamed in pleasure and felt woozy as the surge subsided and left me enervated. He had to hold me tighter against the wall to keep me from falling, my breathing began to slow, and I relaxed a bit, and then whispered.

"Steve. That was amazing... thank you."

Steve grinned like a Cheshire cat and lowered my leg to the floor, I was still leaning against the wall, and my eyes closed trying to regain composure. I heard Steve unzip his slacks and he methodically removed them and folded them placing them on my desk. He then turned to me and placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me to the floor. His hard cock was sticking right in my face; he grabbed his member with his right hand and pulled my head closer.

" Now you little cum slut, suck my cock until I tell you your done."

There was a rude reverberation in his voice, hardened and insistent, but it made me want to please him all the more. 

I wrapped a hand around his cock and began to lick it from the base of his sack to the tip of his head. I slowly stroked up and down as I did so, Steve held my head tighter with handfuls of hair tightly entangled between his finders. He pulled my face closer to his crotch and grunted an animalistic tone. 

I opened my oral cavity wider and slowly let his cock enter into my warm, wet hungry orifice. Steve moaned a pleasurable moan, and began to hold me tighter yet by the hair. His hips swaying in the motion with my mouth play. Softly I grasped his balls, gently squeezing and needing them, causing a deep gurgle in my throat caused his cock to tremor in my saliva cave. I could feel Steve's passion growing and his balls tightened under my touch, pre-cum oozed steadily and I licked enthusiastically at the white glistening fluid, And sucked with vigor on his massive hard throbbing pecker. 

Steve was really fucking my face hard, hitting the back of my throat and causing me to gag, but I could tell that he was close to spilling his seed and I wanted to feel that in my cheeks and on my tongue, down my gullet. Just as the vein in his cock swelled to amazing proportions, he withdrew from my face, pulled me to my feet by my hair, spun me around and bent me over the desk chair.

His foot kicked my ankles further apart, his right arm wrapped under my hips pulling my ass up high and near his crotch, I felt the head of his dick press against my cunt lips and then jammed in full and deep, I gasped but loved the way that his cock stretched me open and packed me full. I could feel Steve's cock hammering my cervix as it slid in and out, and he pulled it out just far enough with each stroke to cause the brim of the head to hit that squashy squishy spot beneath my clit that causes electrical energy to serge through my body.

I was bent over the chair, head against the wall, feeling Steve in my cunt, I screamed in delight..."Harder yes harder god that feels so good!" 

With that Steve's hand grabbed the hair in the back of my head again as he pulled hard, he shoved deeply and smacked my ass hard several times causing a sharp heat to race from my ass to my cunt and as he did the last few strokes I felt his jism shoot into my pussy and fill me, Steve roared like a lion, his guttural tones reverberating through the room and echoed through my ears, he then with drew his cock and with his hand jerked the last remnants of seed onto my ass and back leaving my skin glisten under the heavy streams.

Steve was breathing hard, and leaned against me for a few moments in an effort to catch his breath. He then stood up and began to redress, I excused myself to clean up just enough to get re-dressed myself so I could head home. 

As we were getting ready to head out, Steve kissed my forehead, and asked if it was worth it. I said well enough that bi-weekly sessions should keep him tan all summer. And with that we went our separate ways, and now when he comes in to tan, we have that little look we throw each other's way. And I love knowing that next week, will be time for another round.